The Dull Surprise, by Blue Sleighty © January 1, 2005 MY SECRET OBSESSION

THIS IS AN ADULT STORY WITH ADULT THEMES DEPICTING LESBIAN SEXUAL ACTS. IF IT IS NOT LEGAL FOR YOU TO READ STORIES OF THIS NATURE, OR IF IT OFFENDS YOU- LEAVE NOW.

An excerpt from The Dull Surprise, by Blue Sleighty © January 1, 2007 MY SECRET OBSESSIONTHIS IS AN ADULT STORY WITH ADULT THEMES DEPICTING LESBIAN SEXUAL ACTS. IF IT IS NOT LEGAL FOR YOU TO READ STORIES OF THIS NATURE, OR IF IT OFFENDS YOU- LEAVE NOW. My heart leapt with a sudden rush, and a big smile lit my face as I anticipated my new girlfriend, Joie's, return from Louisiana. She had been visiting her mother in Lafayette where all of her family had lived for many generations. I love Louisiana. I like the whole laid back attitude. The relaxed approach to life was more accepting and less stressful. And that was one of the things that I liked about Joie and the others in her large, good-naturedly-rowdy, family. There were nine siblings born to her mother, who raised them all by herself. All but Joie and her older sister remained in Lafayette surrounded by the love and care of their tight knit and supportive relatives. They were so laid back, though. that there were times when I thought that if they were any slower, they would be in reverse. And, although in no hurry, Joie was a perfectionist, very fastidious and sharp as a tack. She expected no less than top performance from everyone at all times. On this subject, we occasionally butted heads. I had a tendency to over perform, and then slack on my profits.I had met Joie at a neighborhood lesbian bar, where I had been going on occasion for many years. Though our initial attraction was purely physical, I had grown very fond of Joie very fast. We had an intense and doubtful start, really. But, it was not long before our relationship firmed up and we realized our mutual interests, and soon we were together as much as life would allow. I don't know what I fell in love with first- her androgynous great looks, with shining jet black hair and eyes, or her intelligent, quick wit. She was funny as hell, and did outrageous things. And she liked to wear hats. A panama in the summer, and a fedora in the winter. She pulled it off beautifully, because she was the perfect build, and pretty enough. Tall and thin, with chiseled features. Large, dark deep set eyes, and full, soft lips surrounded by jet black hair, that chose to fall in ringlets, when it had its way.Joie and I had a powerful electric current arching between us. Our attraction to each other and our appetite for sex kept us in a constant state of arousal, it seemed. When Joie crossed my mind, which was often, the excitement that shocked through often left me wet with desire for her. My active mind fought off intruding graphic images of sex with Joie- flashes of scenes from nights gone by, filled with intense pleasure and breathtaking passion. I could feel her touch, if I concentrated. I had to fight off the urge to indulge myself in the distraction. I fought to stay focused.We were obsessed. The more sex we had together, the more we wanted- until soon, life's focus seemed to be our sexual desire for each other, and how to find time to have more of it. Every other responsibility seemed a resented intrusion on our private time together. We even scheduled our sleep to include sex before work, and after work. We just couldn't get enough of each other. Our adventures in sexual pleasure grew to include, among many other things, a mutual love for strap on sex. Something that I had been very surprised to find that I enjoyed so much, before I ever met Joie. Discovering that this was a sexual interest that we shared made me very happy, because I had become doubtful that I would ever meet anyone else that liked strap on sex. Lucky for me, Joie's positive attitude and curious nature did not stop short before her sex life. She was a wonderful and receptive lover and she was always ready to try something new. Joie called me before she left Louisiana and asked me to meet her at "our" bar. She expected to arrive back in town and at the bar, by 9:00 P.M. I couldn't wait to see her. At 9:00, Joie's truck was in the parking lot of the G Spot, and I rolled my little Mazda up into an open parking space right beside hers. It was December in Texas, and at that time it was cold- though subject to change without warning, as always, in Texas. I hurried to get inside out of the chilling air.I pushed open the swinging door at the front of the club. When my eyes caught sight of Joie, my face broke out into an involuntary smile, my cheeks dimpling deeply. I joined her at the bar, sitting at the chair that she saved for me, I'm sure with a certain amount of difficulty. Joie was very attractive, and approachable. She was dressed in a smooth, grey wool business suit, and she still had her coat on over it. Her shiny black ringlets were pulled back and tied loosely with a leather band. Whispy bangs accentuated the arch of her brows above beautifully sculpted cheekbones, and large deep set eyes. She had on shiny lace up oxblood spectators and suspenders, I was sure, under her jacket. I was wearing a lime green angora sweater, a short black, wool skirt, and black opaque tights. My black leather boots came up to my knees, making me look even taller and thinner, and my long black jacket contrasted with my shoulder length golden hair, and almost covered my skirt. Our reunion struck intense emotion which we repressed out of civility, even in a lesbian bar, but intensifying the heat that burned within us after days of separation. We looked into each other's eyes, and I could see my own lust reflected in Joie's shining black almonds, and something else. Deep feelings which we were afraid to empower by labeling with words. No one was ready to say it yet. Big smiles, with faces very close, but no kiss. Not right now. Neither of us liked to draw that much attention. "You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman................." Aretha Franklin was singing it from the jukebox. Joie slipped down from her perch on her barstool. She pulled me along with her, out to the dancefloor. I rolled my eyes at her corniness, secretly loving it. My spirits were soaring. The next song was also written by Carole King. Someone was playing some really old tunes.Way over yonder is a place that I knowWhere I can find shelter from hunger and coldAnd the sweet tasting good life is easily foundWay over yonder - that's where I'm boundJoie and I danced beautifully together. I was so glad she was back home. We slid around the dancefloor in perfect step, correctly anticipating each other's every move. Our eyes enjoyed the sight of each other, and our arms enjoyed the familiar feel of each other's slim frames. Joie was taller than me."Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow", was the next song. We danced slowly together, moving closer, until our bodies were pressed tightly together. As I brushed against Joie subtlely, I felt a hard, bulge in her trousers as it pressed against my lower pelvis. I gasped as I realized what it was. My skirt was short, and the top of my thigh brushed again across the firmness of the firm strap on cock beneath her loose wool trousers. My cunt throbbed with sudden engorgement, as my blood rushed to it. Joie was packing. My look of surprise must have been hilarious.But, Joie was not smiling as she looked with smoldering intensity into my eyes. Her pupils were so large that I could hardly see her irises. And her breathing was noticably hard and deep. I dared to push my pubis against Joie's package. Joie moved one hand down to my buttock, and pulled me towards her, as she thrust her hips forward grinding the mound she concealed against my sensitive pubis. She grinned a little before releasing her grip. I looked around to see if anyone noticed. No one appeared to be watching us.I wondered if Joie could feel my heart pounding. Joie was an amazing and imaginative lover. Very confident and brave. Being with her was thrilling."I thought I could tease you, Blue. That was the plan, but, I was wrong. It's kind of........AGONY." She rolled her eyes a little, and smiled, holding back laughter behind a flashy white, straight smile. "I'm probably more excited than you are. It feels like I'm about to explode." She breathed in sharply and kissed me briefly, breathing, "I want you, baby. We're going to have to find a place to be alone," into my ear. Joie whispered into my ear what she intended to do to me, once we were alone. We were still on the dance floor. And, as I listened to her filthy words, I was barely able to control myself. I was on fire. And her breath in my ear sent shivers down my spine. "You like my little surprise, Blue?" Joie bit my earlobe HARD. I winced, but closed my eyes tightly, catching my breath as the pain turned into spreading warmth. I nodded into her chest, burying my face against her in mock shame. My blood raced through my veins.The way Joie was dressed, in a business suit, with an over coat, added a lot to the erotic element of our teasing little game. I loved the androgynous look of Joie. Beautiful, but damned handsome. And I knew that under her clothes she looked hot as hell with that cock strapped to her. Her dark features and thin muscular body complimented with chrome and dark surly leather was a work of art. The leather straps of the harness framed her round muscular ass and I could feel them under her clothes as I imagined how they looked. I loved to see her strong back arching to pump her hips forward when she fucked me. I imagined her on top of me, our bodies slightly damp with sweat, my legs wide apart, and drawn back, and Joie ramming our toy into me. Delicious scenes from our nights of sex played back in my mind.The club was almost empty, because it was a week night, and not a holiday. Racine, the bartender, due to lack of customers, was taking advantage of the slack time, and was busy cutting fruit, preparing fruit juices and wiping down wine glasses that hung from racks above the bar, making herself three steps closer to out of there, when the clock said two. A cute little brunette, with short hair and a bare midriff waited for Racine to get off work. Occasionally Racine would stop what she was doing to pay some attention to the lady who was waiting. They would, no doubt, be visiting The Allen Park Inn, tonight, I thought to myself with a smile. Racine's roommate was straight, and she couldn't take women home. So when Racine wanted to spend the night with someone, she rented a room. They hardly noticed that Joie and I existed. A few other scattered customers sat together chatting, or sat engrossed in television, and munching on peanuts.The bar in the rear of the club was not being used. On busy nights both bars were open. Mostly on weekends. It was closed, now. The lights were out back there and all of the customers were sitting at the front bar, where Racine and her girl of the moment awaited closing time. There were no customers sitting at any of the tables. I think we were starting to formulate a plan.At the dark end of the street....played from the speakers overhead. We held each other on the dance floor, leaning back slightly. "You know, Blue, there's a bathroom over by the back bar." Joie nodded towards it, and grinned. "Baby," I frowned, "that would be awfully tacky."I protested, but, my mind played with the possibilities, and rationalization was easy with my cunt throbbing between my thighs. Soon it seemed like a great idea. "I'll meet you. You go first."   

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