Chapter 2

They had walked from the restaurant to the bistro. The jazz they had found they both liked was wonderful but passed them by. The tension between her and Diana had reached a point where they could hardly speak. Each look spoke of something they felt but could not bring themselves to openly acknowledge.

Susan recapped her lipstick without using it. She turned to the door. As she reached for it Diana came in. They stood looking at each other, their bodies only an hand width apart. Diana, flustered, stammered “I just wanted to see if you were alright.”

“Yes,” said Susan, her eyes avoiding Diana’s. She lifted her head. “I think,” she hesitated. “I think I want to go back to the hotel now.”

The entire ride back was spent in silence. The distance between them was slight but at the same time they seemed miles apart. Susan did not dare look at Diana. She didn’t know what she would see. She wanted to see the desire she thought was there but at the same time she could not make herself be certain she could return it.

Susan’s thoughts were interrupted by the cab’s sudden stop. Inertia threw both women back against the seat, and against each other. Susan was conscious of nothing except Diana’s body. Susan managed to lean forward, paying the fare. She turned her head towards Diana. All she could do was look deep in the exquisite pair of green eyes locked on hers. She felt Diana’s warm breath on her face and then the other woman’s lips met hers.

Susan closed her eyes in sheer bliss as Diana’s lips slide over hers. Still closed mouth, the kiss promised incredible things, sensual things that Susan had been dreaming of. Susan moaned. Her left hand slid around Diana’s neck. She tilted her head and both women’s lips parted. Susan gently massaged the back of Diana’s neck while her tongue tip slipped from her mouth to trace Diana’s lips.

The cough of the taxi driver interrupted them. “Excuse Moi,” he hesitantly began. Susan’s eyes snapped open. She filled with a sudden panic. Scrambling backwards, she reached blindly for the door handle. She all but fell out of the door as it opened. Regaining her footing, she fled into the hotel. Ignoring the elevator, she plunged up the stairs to her, and Diana’s, floor. She fumbled the door to her room open, closed it behind her and leaned against it.

Her mind whirled. What was she doing? She was a wife, she was a mother. How could she be feeling these things? How could she want to smother Diana in kisses, see their clothes fall to the floor, see them fall to the bed locked one to the other? She saw herself on Diana’s bed. Diana straddled her, nude except for her black silk scarf. In her mind’s eye she watched Diana untie the scarf, loop it around Susan’s wrists and secure them to the headboard.

She shook her head to clear it. Her breathing slowed. Time to concentrate, she told herself. What is it you want here Susan? Don’t think about tomorrow, about next week, about next year. Stop being the planner, the organizer, for one minute. With that she calmed. Because she knew what she wanted was Diana.

She reached down and took her heels off, carefully placing them together on the floor. Taking only her room key she walked slowly down the hallway to Diana’s room. Her heart in her throat, she tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. She slipped inside and closed the door softly behind her.

Susan caught her breath. Diana was standing on the balcony, her back to the room. She was framed by the lights from the street. Her jacket was tossed over a chair, but other than that she was still fully dressed. Susan felt behind her and clicked the door lock. Diana stiffened for an instant but did not turn around.

One slow step at a time Susan walked towards the other woman. She paused when she reached the chair Diana’s jacket was on. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She clearly saw Diana tremble at the soft noise, and Susan trembled with her. She stepped out of her dress and carefully laid it across the jacket. Wearing only her black lace bra and panties, Susan stepped to Diana. She brushed the hair away from the back of Dina’s neck and kissed her. She slipped her arms around Diana and rested the side of her face on the other woman’s back as she pulled herself close.

*** In the dimly lit room, Diana remained motionless, afraid that any movement on her part would break the spell and destroy what seemed to be a dream. But it was not a dream, she knew that. She had heard the door open and she’d known instantly that it was Susan. And then when she’d heard Susan undressing behind her, she realized their time of magic had begun.

She turned in Susan’s arms now and kissed Susan’s mouth. Their arms around each other for the first intense contact, mouth against mouth, the kiss consumed them, a lasting kiss, a brief respite, then another long kiss. Diana was overwhelmed by excitement. The feel of Susan’s body in her arms was marvelous. Susan’s mouth had a sweet taste. The scent of her hair, her perfume, excited Diana, an excitement more intense than anything she’d felt in years.

She held Susan’s face in her hands and kissed Susan’s eyes. “Don’t say a word,” Diana whispered. “Not yet.” She dropped to her knees and pulled Susan’s panties down her hips and thighs and legs, and then off her feet. Then she clutched Susan’s ass in her hands and buried her face into Susan’s small bush. She could hear the sudden intake of Susan’s breath as she breathed in the musky scent of Susan’s sex.

Finally, Diana pulled her face away and rose. She led Susan to an upholstered chair, urged her to sit.

Susan looked puzzled. “Diana?”

“No talking,” Diana said. “Not yet.”

As Susan watched her in silence, Diana undressed, removed everything until she was naked. She cupped her breasts in her hands, brushed her nipples with her palms, then returned to Susan and knelt before her.

Their eyes met once more, so much expressed in the silence, nothing heard but their breathing and an occasional noise from the city outside the window. Then Susan’s eyes narrowed and she seemed to understand. Diana sat on her haunches as Susan slumped back in the chair and lifted her legs over the upholstered arms. Her eyes sultry, Susan slid her hands down over the insides of her thighs before she pulled her hands away to cover her sex.

Unable to remain passive any longer, Diana touched Susan’s ankles, then slowly ran her hands up Susan’s shapely legs and down the insides of her smooth thighs to her groin. Their hands met, their eyes locked, and then Susan pulled her hands away from her belly and left the field to Diana.

With a gentle tug at Susan’s waist, Diana urged Susan to slide forward on the seat of the chair a bit and then pull her knees even further back. Now Susan was completely exposed, everything visible, her thighs flexed, her legs dangling over the arms of the chair, a faint blush in her face as everything was revealed to Diana’s eyes.

Diana leaned forward to sniff at her first, to get Susan’s scent, to get the musk of Susan’s sex in her nose again. The mixture of natural scents and faint perfume made Susan completely alluring, completely feminine. Diana sniffed at the top of Susan’s sex and then lower down, her nose barely touching the lips. Susan’s sex looked wet, the lips gaping. Her clitoris remained covered by its hood, but the flesh around it looked engorged.

Finally, Diana moved in and started licking her, the insides of Susan’s thighs first, wet licking near Susan’s sex, then lightly over the outer lips, then down again, lower down to the perineum, the sparse hairs around Susan’s anus, then back again to the slit of Susan’s sex and up to the hood of her clitoris. Fluttering touches of Diana’s tongue. Then Diana moved her face in still closer, pressed her open mouth against the cunt, a light grazing at first, then more pressure, grinding a bit, then sucking all of Susan’s cunt into her mouth, the flaps of Susan’s labia sucked in between Diana’s teeth, Diana’s tongue extended to scour the opening of Susan’s vagina.

Diana’s nose was now pressed against Susan’s clitoris, and as she moved her face in all directions, her nose rubbed Susan’s clitoris, massaged the bud in its hood. Then down to the vaginal opening again, her mouth on it, her tongue scooping the fluids, mixing Susan’s juices with Diana’s saliva, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing. Now Diana’s nose slid inside the mouth of Susan’s sex to get the full scent of her cunt, Diana’s face rotating so that her nose widened the opening, pushed in, pulled out, pushed in again. And while her nose did this, her tongue extended its full length to reach down to flutter against Susan’s anus, slide over it, tickle it, the tip of her tongue sensing the ring of the sphincter, caressing it, tapping against it, rubbing it firmly.

She pulled back and gazed at the meaty cunt and pouting anus, the wetness everywhere, the clitoris now out of its hood, the lips unfurled and gaping. She moved in to kiss the perineum again, swipe the flat of her tongue over the anus and all the way up the groove of the cunt to the tip of the clitoris. Once more she buried her nose in Susan’s vagina and moved her head from side to side and around and around to widen the opening.

When Susan groaned and pulled at Diana’s hair, Diana withdrew her nose from the opening and rubbed the wet tip of her nose against Susan’s clitoris, against the hood, pushing the hood back with her nose to expose the little nub. Finally she sucked the protuberance of swollen flesh into her mouth, fastened her lips on it and tugged at it as she pressed her mouth and chin more forcefully into Susan’s crotch and vigorously shook her face to bring Susan to orgasm.

As Susan cried out, her thighs trembling, Diana kept her mouth locked on Susan’s sex, her lips sucking hard at Susan’s clitoris, two fingers now sliding into Susan’s pulsing vagina to feel Susan’s contractions. Finally, as Susan’s spasms lessened, Diana moved his tongue to Susan’s urethra, probed it to get some of the brine that had come to the opening during Susan’s climax. Diana sucked at it, added the drops of brine to the mix already in her mouth, and then she kissed Susan’s cunt one last time before pulling her face away from Susan’s thighs.

Oh my God, Susan thought. Her whole body still shook. A vagrant thought passed through her mind. If she had known sex with another woman could be like this she would have done this years ago.

Looking at Diana, Susan knew that it was HER that gave this such meaning. A random encounter with a stranger would have never produced such a result. Susan slipped out of the chair and knelt with Diana. Her open mouth sought Diana’s. She thrilled to know she was tasting herself on the other woman’s lips, in her delicious mouth. Her arms circled Diana’s waist and tightened. As Diana responded to the kiss, Susan rose to her feet, drawing her new lover with her.

This time it was her turn. Susan guided Diana to the bed, never loosing touch with her. She turned Diana and carefully pressed her down. Diana stretched her hands over her head. She remained still, offering to Susan the same freedom as Susan had given her.

Susan knelt beside Diana. She looked in awe over the other woman’s body. Diana’s legs were long and firm, muscular from exercise but so completely feminine. Her breasts were not huge but were full size on a narrow torso that almost seemed too small for them. Her dark pubic thatch was neatly trimmed and Susan had to resist the urge to dive immediately to it.

Instead she moved to straddle Diana. She dipped her head and brushed her lips over the tendons of the throat, then kissed the soft hollow between them. Inching her whole body down she left a wet trail as her lips crept down to the valley between Diana’s breasts. She moved her head left and slid her lips over the full mound she found. She drank Diana’s breast into her mouth, laving the nipple with her tongue as she did. She shifted right, repeating her action on the other breast. With a gleam in her eyes, she blew across both wet globes, watching in delight as the sudden chill crinkled Diana’s nipples even harder.

Susan wanted to feast more there, but her body was quivering at the thought of what awaited her. She resumed the march of her lips down Diana. She felt more than heard Diana groan and shiver as she paused to tongue her navel. Then Susan was approaching the beginning of Diana’s sex. She didn’t even realize the small sounds of excitement she was making as her mouth opened to suck the fine droplets already caught in Diana’s hair.

The taste was incredible, so like her own and yet so different. Susan nestled between Diana’s legs, stretching out on her stomach. Her hand slid under Diana, caressing the firm bottom and cupping the cheeks. She kissed the smooth, firm inside of each thigh and then brought her tongue to Diana’s pussy. She began at the very bottom of Diana’s slit. Her tongue found the moisture already accumulating there and she scooped it into her mouth. Then she flattened her tongue, wiggling it to open Diana to her and drew it up in one long stroke. She paused at the top to probe Diana’s clitoris, finding it already exposed. Then she reversed herself and at the same pace licked back down to her start point.

Diana shivered against her and Susan caught the deep moan. She licked up and down again. This time she went deeper into Diana. This time her tongue was faster on the stroke. This time she swirled her tongue over the sensitive pearl. This time she was faster returning and her hands lifted Diana to her mouth. She locked her mouth over Diana and sucked the trickle of nectar into her mouth, swallowing it. She rolled her tongue stiffly and probed into Diana’s vagina, reaching inside the other woman.

Susan’s head began to rock against Diana. The motions drove her tongue deeper and deeper inside, ramming through the attempts of the silky inner walls to capture her. Her fingers curled to clench on Diana’s ass and pull her up in short tugs to meet her descending head. Suddenly Diana wrapped her legs around Susan’s head, squeezing her with her strong thighs. Diana’s back arched and Susan slammed her face against Diana, mashing her clit with her nose and rubbing her face and her tongue wildly as Diana flooded Susan with her juices. The orgasm almost shook Susan loose, but she remained firm where she was, her open mouth greedily drinking her lover.