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Two Women Having Sex in Hawaii
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SYLVIA
Part One
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Sorry that I haven't been on in a while, but I've been
out of town on business. Yes, a week in Hawaii but for four days
I had to attend two hours of meetings each day. Rough job, but
somebody had to do it. Had an interesting experience that I
thought would be perfect to share with you. I started on my
second day, by the pool. Being the only one from the company at
the meetings, I wasn't as concerned as usual about my image
(outside of the meetings of course). I used the opportunity to
break in a new bikini that I bought last year and had never worn
in public. The bra is small, but not exceptional (not that I
have anything exceptional to fill it), but the bottoms are daring
to say the least. It's a diaper cut that covers about half my ass
and in front there is a two inch strip, which if I'm careful will
conceal my pussy lips.
I had a fair tan when I left for the Islands. The bathing
suit is white. I realized I was getting a lot of stares, and
enjoying it. There was this gorgeous blonde sitting at a table
facing me. Over the course of three hours, every time I glanced
up, I saw her staring at me. It really didn't bother me at all,
I
was enjoying it in fact. Hell at thirty-two, I'll take all the
envy I can get from the college aged crowd.
I had an appointment for dinner, so about five o'clock I
took a quick plunge to wake up and headed for my room. I didn't
realize it at first, but the blonde was right behind me as I
waited for the elevator. When a bellhop got off the elevator at
the third floor there were just the two of us left for the ride
up. I was on the twentieth floor and my companion had pushed the
button for twenty-three. It took about three floors for her to
shift her eyes from my crotch to my face.
We smiled at each other and she complemented my bathing
suit. By the fifteenth floor we had exchanged names and home
cities. Just as the doors started to open on my floor, she asked
one last question.
"Sylvia, I know this is really forward of me, but I've
been wondering all afternoon. How do you keep your pubic hair
from sticking out? Do you use hot wax? I've been afraid to try
it; I know it must really hurt."
I had stepped off the elevator and was holding the door
open with my hand. Instead of answering her, I let go of the door
and as it started to close, I reached down and pulled the crotch
of my bathing suit to the side. Her eyes grew a little wider and
her smile a little broader as she looked at my clean shaven
pussy.
While I did think about that cute blonde, by the way her
name is Darlene, a couple of times that night, I didn't get my
hopes too high. I am very rarely the aggressor, with either a man
or a woman. (I don't handle rejection very well, so why open
myself up for it.) So it would be up to Darlene to take the next
step. And I was prepared for her to totally ignore me the next
time we met. I figured the chances of meeting a girl from a small
mid-western town who was interested in and available for a casual
gay relationship with a woman who was close to her mother's age,
were pretty slim. Still, as I used two fingers to sooth myself to
sleep it was Darlene I saw on the back of my eyelids.
I sat at the poolside bar nursing a drink for almost an
hour before I saw Darlene pick out a lounge chair and start to
smooth lotion onto her skin. I waited a few minutes longer so I
wouldn't appear obvious, before walking to an empty chair on the
other side of the pool. I was careful not to look in her
direction and turned the chair slightly to the side. It seemed
like hours had passed, but when I took my watch from my bag I saw
that it had only been about five minutes. I was tempted to just
glance over to see if she had even seen me, but I didn't, I
replaced my watch and removed a bottle of suntan oil. As I
unscrewed the top a voice from behind asked if the chair next to
me was taken.
The afternoon passed quickly. We talked about clothes,
men, food, and nail polish. Darlene was really fun company and I
was resolved to the fact that I had made a new friend, nothing
more. At one point Darlene offered to spread oil on my back when
she saw me strain to reach the middle. As her fingers worked over
my back I was felt a little sorry that we'd never be more
intimate.
Probably not the last time I'll ever be wrong. As the sun
started to set we both started packing up. As we walked to the
lobby Darlene opened the door.
"You know, I really like the way you look down there. Is
it hard to keep up?" Darlene eyes were fixed on my crotch again.
While we waited for the elevator, I started to tell her
how simple it was, but a disgusting man with a pot belly and an
unlit cigar butt cut our discussion short. As the doors shut
behind us I leaned toward Darlene and in a soft voice said,
"I've
got everything I'd need to show you in my room."
When Darlene didn't reach for the elevator button, I knew
there was still a chance have a little fun during my business
trip.
Inside my room Darlene stood in front of a full length
mirror and adjusted the crotch of her suit. I sat on the bed
behind her and watched her reflection as she rolled the waist
band down her hips a little and gathered the material of the
front panel into a narrow strip.
"I'd love to wear a suit like yours, but this looks a
little silly. Don't you think so?"
She turned around to face me, and I saw what she meant.
There were blonde hairs sticking from around all three sides of
the small triangle of material she had formed.
"Is it a big hassle to keep yourself like you do?"
Darlene listened intently as I described my morning
ritual. I told her that I hardly even thought about it, but that
I had been shaving myself for many years. I was honest and let
her know that at first it could take a bit of time and that if
you tried to rush, you wind up with little nicks, and that a
hairy pussy looked better than one covered with scars. I didn't
want to be too negative, so I told her some of the benefits too.
I told her that most men found it a big turn on, that if she
liked to have her pussy sucked and licked she would find her
partners doing a better job, because they could see what they
were doing. I explained how tight pants would cling to my cunt
lips and show a clear outline of them. Also how not having a
cushion of hair hiding my clit made it so much more sensitive.
"Would you like to see just how it's done?" Expecting her
answer I walked toward the bathroom.
I turned on the hot water in the sink and hooked my
thumbs into the waist band of my suit. I stood just like that,
waiting to see what the girl would do. When she lifted herself
onto the counter next to the sink and crossed her legs I
continued. I slowly pushed the panties off my hips and down my
thighs as they neared my knees, gravity took over and they fell
to my feet. At the same time I stepped out of the little piece of
cloth I reached for a wash cloth and placed it under the running
water.
I gave Darlene a chance to get a good look at my cunt
before I broke her concentration by turning off the water and
explaining that the hot water softened the hairs and made the job
easier. Taking the steaming rag with me I walked over to the
toilet and placed my right foot on the lid. I knew that in this
position the lips separated and Darlene could see the pink gash
between them. I placed the towel against myself and just stood
silently for a minute.
It took less than two minutes for me to rub some lotion
on (to help the blade slide over the skin), lather myself up, and
wisk away the few small hairs that had sprouted in the past few
hours.
"I use more lotion afterward, too," I explained as I
demonstrated, "I don't know that it helps any, but it's an excuse
to touch myself once more. It really feels great, so smooth and
so soft."
With my hand still on my cunt I took the two steps back
to where she sat. I pulled my hand up my belly slowly until just
my middle finger was resting between the lips, right over my
clit. Darlene eased herself off the counter and stood a few
inches away from me. Her hand was at the same level as my cunt
and right in front of it, but she didn't reach out. Maybe I just
didn't give her time, I pulled my hand away and leaned toward her
at the same time.
"That feels divine." Darlene slid her hand over the mound
and slipped her fingers around the lips. She repeated the motion
a few more times before stepping back and pulling her hand away.
"And it looks so sexy. I'm gonna do it!"
There was a gleam in her eyes as she uttered her
decision. I told her that the first time took some extra
preparation and that it was a good idea to have some help. I
didn't even pretend to think about it when she asked if I would
assist.
Darlene was lying on the bed with her legs spread apart
and a towel under her ass. I ran my fingers through the golden
curls and gathered a small lock between my fingers. As I slid the
scissors under my fingers I gave her one last chance.
"Having any second thoughts?"
She shook her head. Ten minutes later she had a crew cut.
I told her it would be easier for me if she remained lying down
and I went to get my supplies. When I returned with the ice
bucket full of hot water, a few disposable razors, shaving cream
and a towel I saw that she had placed the make up mirror from the
dresser between her legs.
As I placed the hot towel over her I push gently against
her pussy with my hand. As I peeled the towel away I could see
the head of her clit sticking out from between her lips. I
lathered her up and quickly had only those lips left to do.
Picking up a new razor, I repositioned myself between her legs.
I
lifted one of her feet and placed it on my shoulder. As I grasped
one of her cunt lips and held it tight across the other, I
explained how pulling the skin taught made for a cleaner shave.
I
worked very slowly at this stage, because I was enjoying the way
my finger was nestled into her slit. I reversed the operation and
the job was almost done.
The first shave really does require some extra care and
work. I wanted this to be a first class job so I started all over
with a new coat of lather and yet another razor. I just wanted to
make sure there was no stubble to spoil the sensation the first
time she ran her fingers over her bald cunt. When it was done I
wiped away the last traces of shaving cream with the towel and
handed Darlene the lotion.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and we both
watched as she worked the lotion into her skin. I stared at her
cunt as she took her hand away. It was the sexiest thing I've
seen in a long long time. Her clit was sticking out almost a
quarter of an inch. It looked like a little tiny pink cock.
Darlene saw it too.
"Oh look, you can see my little clitty." As if to prove
it she reached down and rolled it between her fingers. "Does it
look funny sticking out like this?"
Instead of answering, I knelt on the tile floor in front
of her and planted a kiss right on it. The added stimulation
from her fingers had made the button swell even more and I had no
problem holding it between my lips and teasing it with the tip of
my tongue. Without looking up I knew Darlene was enjoying it. The
little whimpers told me so, but I'm glad I did look up. She had
unhooked the front of her top and was pinching her nipples while
I continued to suckle her clit.
Darlene liked her hairless look as much as I did.
Whenever I didn't have my tongue or my finger inside her she was
looking in mirrors, trying to get a new view. At one point she
got on her hands and knees, put her hand between her legs and
spread her cunt wide open. She told me to get the mirror and
directed me to adjust it this way and that until she had a good
view. We both watched as she worked one, then two and finally
three fingers inside. Darlene pumped her fingers in and out about
a dozen times before pulling them free and, almost too fast to be
seen, slammed in her thumb up to the hilt. Her fingers glistened
with her juice and she put the lubricant to good use. She used
the slick goo to lube up her butt hole and then eased a finger
into it. She rocked her hand back and forth. First toward her
cunt, and when her thumb was buried and her finger was about to
pop out of her anus, she reversed the motion.
A watched as long as I could and then I had to do
something. I knelt behind her and eased her finger out of her
butt and watched for a second as the sphincter started to close
the opening her finger had created. This always reminds me of the
door of a spaceship closing. Before it had a chance to shut all
the way, I stuck the tip of my tongue in. As I applied pressure
I
could feel the muscle relax and her asshole open up. I have to be
pretty turned on before I give a rim job, but once I reach that
point, it only makes me hotter.
A flash of light distracted me, for a second I thought
someone had entered the room taken a photo. When I opened my eyes
I realized that Darlene had picked up the mirror from the bed and
was watching. As I worked on her ass, Darlene continued to finger
her cunt. I pushed my tongue into her butt as far as I could and
held still for a minute. I could feel her fingers pushing up
against the skin that was surrounding my tongue.
As I was checking out the next day, I decided to walk
past the pool so I could say good-bye once more, if Darlene
happened to be there. She was and lying on the chair next to her
was her double. As I was introduced to her twin sister Dana, I
noticed they were wearing identical bikinis. Teeny, tiny
identical bikinis and there wasn't a hair to be seen except on
their heads. The smile on Darlene's lips proved my suspicion.
I
was way behind schedule already and tried desperately to think of
a good excuse to have to spend another day in Hawaii. I knew
there wasn't one that would work.
My eyes were closed for the entire flight across the
Pacific, but I didn't sleep a wink, I was watching movies. Not
"Baby Boom," the in-flight film, which is how most of the other
passengers filled the time. The movies I watched were in my head.
There was the one about Darlene showing off her hairless cunt to
her sister and convincing her to remain identical. And the one
about the twins in bed together enjoying the new access they had
to each other's oversized clits. And then my favorite - the one
about the short lady from California teaching the look-alikes
some new twists, and learning a few.
r clit sticking out from between her lips. I
lathered her up and quickly had only those lips left to do.
Picking up a
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