Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Amanda looked at the two women sitting shoulder to shoulder across the table from her, watching her intently as they listened to the tale she spun. She reached over and thumbed the recorder.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m getting hungry,” said Amanda.

She could see that both Cheryl and Lisa were breathing harder and she was pretty sure that Lisa’s hand, though hidden under the table, was on Cheryl’s lap doing who knows what. Wow! I must be turning them on…

“Um yes, food. Good idea,” Cheryl said, clearing her throat. Amanda caught Lisa’s eye and smiled as the woman blushed, withdrawing her hand.

The three women ordered lunch and chatted while they ate.

“Let me get this straight,” Lisa said with a grin, after swallowing a bite of her sandwich. “During the first day of your trip, you got two phone numbers, got laid, and got a guaranteed fuck buddy for the rest of the week.”

Amanda laughed and dabbed her mouth with a napkin. “You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”

“Not at all. But, wow!” Lisa shook her head, grinning.

Cheryl raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to guess that the Wednesday night work commitment you spoke of is actually a rendezvous with Marie, the flight attendant.”

Amanda just smiled back mischievously and shrugged, saying nothing.

“I see. So… when does Sasha come into the picture again?” Cheryl asked.

“Who’s being nosy now?” Lisa giggled, playfully pushing her shoulder up against Cheryl, who wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue at her wife.

“Soon,” Amanda replied, laughing at their antics.

Once the meal was done, and they’d all taken a bathroom break, Cheryl keyed the recorder and Amanda continued her story.

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The seminar wasn’t starting until noon on Monday, so I was able to get some sleep after my decadent night of wine and sex. It was almost 9:00 when I woke, and I noticed that Jeannie was no longer in bed with me.

I glanced around the room. Thoughts of the girl having had regrets and sneaking out in the middle of the night ran through my mind. I crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. On the mirror, in red lipstick, she had left me a note.

Thank you for a great night.
See you at 6-ish. XOXO J.

Just below her initial was the unmistakable imprint of a lipstick kiss Jeannie had placed on the mirror before she left. I smiled and got into the shower.

Late that afternoon, when my work day was over, I returned to my room and changed into a pair of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. The note on the bathroom mirror was gone. I wondered what housekeeping had thought when they saw that. Of course, I reasoned, they probably were used to finding all sorts of strange things left behind by their guests.

Shortly after 6:00, Jeannie knocked at my door. As soon as I let her in, she wrapped her arms around me. I leaned down and kissed her mouth.

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind all day,” she said, smiling sweetly at me.

“Same here,” I chuckled, kissing her again.

Jeannie and I went out for supper, then took in a show. After stopping for a drink, we came back to my hotel and spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths. We brought each other to several breathtaking orgasms before drifting off to sleep, cuddling together.

Tuesday was much like Monday, and the evening was just as hot, passionate, and wonderfully orgasmic. Although I liked being with Jeannie, I really couldn’t see a serious relationship being a possibility, mainly because of the huge age gap. I was, after all, old enough to be her mother.

When the seminar paused for a short recess Wednesday afternoon, I looked at my mobile to check the time. The display showed 3:20 in large white numerals. From my pocket I took a piece of paper, the one Marie had given me with her phone number on it. I hesitated a moment before calling her. I’d lied to little Jeannie about my plans for that evening, and I was feeling a bit guilty about that. Finally, I took a deep breath and keyed the number.

After the third ring, a soft voice spoke. “Hello?”

“Hi, Marie? This is Amanda. We met Sunday on the flight to Ottawa. You gave me… uh, a lacy gift.”

“Oh! Hi! I’m so glad you called!” she exclaimed, before adding with a giggle, “I hope you enjoyed the gift.”

“Yes, I certainly did.”

She laughed, then said, “So, do you want to get together this evening for a drink and a bite to eat?”

“I would like that very much. I’ll be finished work at 4:30 and I’ll need an hour to get ready after that.”

“That sounds great. Where are you staying?” After I told her, she said, “Okay, um, there’s a really nice bar and grill next to the airport hotel. Shall we meet there, say, at 7:00?”

“Sure, that’s perfect,” I replied. “I’ll see you at 7:00. I’m looking forward to it.

I hung up after getting the name of the restaurant and went back to the conference room. Once I was done for the day, I headed back to my hotel, showered and changed into a pair of tight jeans and a polo shirt. At 6:30 I took the elevator down to the lobby, then hailed a cab. I had Googled the place Marie suggested, and gave the name and address to the cabbie.

After a twenty-minute ride, the taxi dropped me off. I paid the guy and made my way toward the entrance. The glowing red neon sign above the doors read Dino’s Bar and Grill. I smiled at the reference to the Thin Lizzy song, “The Boys are Back in Town,” and found myself humming the tune as I walked inside.

The restaurant was rustic with a western motif. It had a friendly atmosphere, and the distinct aromas of the meals being served made my stomach growl. A hostess approached me with a menu.

“I’m meeting someone,” I told her, looking around, “but I’m not sure if she’s here yet.”

“Amanda?” asked a voice from behind me.

I turned and smiled as Marie appeared from behind a privacy wall separating the entrance from the waiting area adjacent to the doors. She too was dressed in jeans and a loose polo shirt.

“You seem to have found her,” the hostess remarked. “Table for two?”

Marie and I nodded, already arm in arm, and the woman led us to a table near the back of the room. After we had been seated, she handed us each a menu. “Anything to drink?” she asked.

“Yes, a bottle of wine, please,” said Marie, “your house white.”

After the hostess left, Marie turned to me with a grin. “Neither of us has to drive, and it’s a short walk back to my room.”

Her blue eyes sparkled, and her beautiful ginger hair was no longer braided but instead hung in waves over her shoulders. A small band of freckles crossed over the bridge of her nose. Ruby red lips glistened in the pale light of the room.

She was breathtaking, to say the least, and I could feel myself quickly becoming aroused. I was certain this night would end with the two us in bed together — why else would she be here? I’d made it clear on the plane that I wanted her, and now she was reciprocating that interest. The only question was if we were going to make love or just fuck. Either one was fine with me.

I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side. “So, are we going back to your room later?”

“I believe you owe me a pair of panties,” Marie said with a wink. “I may want to collect on that debt.”

We laughed together, and I took her hand, gently squeezing. It was warm, her touch inviting. Over the next hour and a half, we talked and ate and polished off a second bottle of wine.

After we finished dessert, Marie pulled out her wallet to pay for the meal. I tried to do the same, but Marie wouldn’t hear of it. “You’re on a date with me, so I’ll pay,” she smiled. I held up my hands in mock surrender.

As we walked, well, more like staggered out the door and toward her hotel, Marie hooked her arm securely in mine. With patches of snow on the sidewalk and all that wine in our systems, it was probably a wise course of action.

“It’s rather cold tonight, isn’t it?” Marie shivered, clutching at the open collar of her coat.

I glanced over at her and smiled. “You think so? Maybe I could help you with that.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?”

I stopped and turned to face the woman, my hands on her arms. Her breath formed wispy clouds in the cold night air that drifted up past her cheeks. I looked into her amazing blue eyes, then leaned in and kissed her. If she was surprised, she didn’t show it. Our lips moved together, and I brought my hands up over her back. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue against Marie’s soft lips. They parted, and our tongues met. They swirled and danced together. I could taste her cherry lip gloss and smell the lingering scent of the wine. She pulled me tight against her and moaned into my mouth.

“Warmer now?” I asked as I broke the kiss.

“Un-huh,” she nodded, wobbling a bit. Although it was a dark, starless night, I could easily see the broad smile that crossed her face beneath the glow of the streetlamp. I linked my arm with hers, and we headed for the hotel.

Once inside we walked slowly toward the elevators. The pretty girl behind the front desk looked at us, acknowledging our arrival with a smile and a nod of her head. I leered at her, licking my lips as I wiggled the fingers of my free hand in a saucy wave.

Marie slapped my behind. “Hey, none of that flirting now. You belong to me tonight, missy!” she scolded, pretending to be serious but failing as she giggled.

“Yes, dear,” I replied with a laugh.

We stepped into a waiting elevator car and Marie jabbed the button for her floor. As the doors were closing, I pushed her up against the side of the car and kissed her hard. My tongue found hers, and we kissed hungrily. Marie raised one knee against my hip, and I grabbed her ass. As she worked the zipper on my coat, I pushed my thigh against her jean-covered pussy and rubbed. She moaned at the pressure I applied to her sex.

We didn’t even notice when the car stopped at her floor and the doors slid open. A pair of young women, wrapped in a passionate embrace of their own, stumbled into the car, banging against the back wall.

Marie and I broke apart at the sudden noise, as did the preoccupied lovers. We looked at them and they at us, four women with sweaty faces and smeared lipstick. After staring in awkward silence for just a second, we all began laughing at our mutual embarrassment.

Still chuckling, Marie and I left the car and headed down the hall hand in hand. As soon as we were inside her room, she threw me onto the bed, jumping on me as I shrieked in surprise. She peppered my face with urgent kisses and managed to finish unzipping my coat before grabbing for my breast.

Marie’s hands were all over me, squeezing and rubbing. I moaned loudly, and she put her mouth over mine. We kissed wetly for several more moments before she stopped and drew away, leaning on an elbow.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m not usually this, um…”

“Horny?” I offered, smiling at her.

She giggled. “I was going to say aggressive, but yes, I guess horny would be a good way to put it. I feel like a randy schoolgirl for some reason.”

She shook her head and stood up, running her fingers through her hair, then took off her coat and kicked off her shoes.

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied with a grin as I removed my own coat and shoes. “Horny is nice. Randy is too.”

“I must admit it’s actually been quite a long while since I’ve been with a woman. But ever since you touched me on the plane the other day, I’ve thought of nothing else.”

I got up from the bed, taking her hands. “Just like riding a bike, sweetie. You never forget,” I smiled as I slid my arms around her.

She laughed. “I never learned to ride a bike.”

I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed again as I clutched the hem of her shirt. Marie raised her arms, and I lifted the shirt up over her head in one fluid movement, dropping the garment to the floor.

I looked down at her chest, pale skin with a few freckles, and lovely, perky breasts. I could see the shape of her erect nipples poking through the material of her lacy white bra. Reaching behind her with practiced fingers, I easily undid the hook.

Marie let the straps fall off her shoulders, and the bra tumbled to the floor. Her nipples were small and pink and stood tall. I cupped her supple tits in my hands and ran my tongue around one of them. Marie drew a sharp breath as my mouth covered a nipple and I sucked it into my mouth. I circled and teased the nipple with my tongue, then kissed her mouth again.

“I want to see you naked,” Marie whispered, as she pulled my shirt up over my head and off.

I grinned, “Me too.”

She eagerly undid my bra and squeezed my breasts, pinching the nipples. I groaned, feeling heat and wetness building between my legs, then shoved Marie down on the bed while reaching for the snap of her jeans. I leaned in and kissed and licked her belly, running my tongue over her salty skin. Impatiently, almost desperately, I grasped at the material of her jeans, tugging them down off her hips and trying to bring her panties along with them. Leaning back, I grabbed each pant leg by the cuff and yanked hard.

Marie yelped as her ass slid toward the edge of the bed when her pants came off. With a giggle, she pushed herself back up onto the bed. Her panties hadn’t finished the journey with her jeans and now hung around her knees. I took hold and finished removing them, tossing them aside.

Then I stood, panting with lust, practically drooling as I looked at Marie’s delicious body. Her skin was fair, her tits round and firm, those hard pink nipples so inviting. A neatly trimmed triangle of red curly hair topped her moist slit. Her legs were smooth and slender, lightly freckled.

I quickly removed my own jeans and panties while maintaining eye contact with her, grinning excitedly. As soon as I was naked, I fell on top of the woman and fused my mouth with hers. I kissed her and nibbled on her lips. Our thighs ground against our pussies. My tongue explored her mouth as I pinched at her nipples and humped against her. Already I could feel an orgasm beginning to build. I broke the kiss and bit the soft flesh of her neck. Marie clawed at my back, groaning as her hips bucked against my leg.

“Goddamn, Amanda, you’re gonna make me come,” she whined.

I ran my hands down her chest and onto her breasts. Her skin was hot and flushed, her breathing labored. I kissed her tits and licked at the nipples. She tasted fantastic. I pinched and pulled at one nipple as I playfully nipped at the other. Marie continued to moan, her hips pushing up against the air, asking for it.

I kissed my way down her belly, soon sliding off the bed and onto my knees. Pushing her legs apart I kissed her inner thighs, up one side and down the other. Then I sat back on my heels for a moment and admired her lovely pink pussy. Marie’s lips had begun to spread and were glistening, slippery with her arousal. Her clit was engorged. I touched her opening with my index finger and eased it into her.

Crying out, she spread her legs even wider. “Ugh, Jesus, yes!”

I pushed a second finger into Marie and began to fuck her. The gooey juices flowed freely from her and made a delightful squishy sound. My own pussy was screaming for attention. I reached down with my free hand and touched myself, feeling my own wetness as I began to massage my clit. Then I leaned in and pushed the flat of my tongue over her sex, lapping at her sweet lips. Her body quivered and shook and Marie moaned with pleasure as I drank the nectar from her.

While still rubbing myself, I took Marie’s swollen bud into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue against her as she gyrated her hips, pushing up against my mouth. My fingers plunged into her deep and fast as her body writhed below me. Marie grunted and moaned and gasped for air as she pounded the bed with her fists, her head thrown back.

“Yes, right there, fuck yes, don’t stop!” she pleaded.

As I continued my assault on her clit with my mouth and tongue, I pulled my slick fingers from her vagina and pushed one finger into her anus. Marie screamed. Her body suddenly jerked and twisted. Juices squirted onto my face and over my chest. Marie stiffened, her back arched, and then she collapsed. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, her moans filling the air.

I withdrew my finger from inside her and licked her clit again.

“No, don’t!” She pushed my head away. “I can’t take any more.”

I crawled up beside Marie and lay next to her. I squeezed the soft flesh of her tit and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues played together briefly before she rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” Marie asked, poking my breasts with a finger, playing with the creamy juices that coated my skin. “I’ve never had anyone make me come — let alone squirt — by shoving a finger up my ass.”

I smiled at the woman, watching as she licked the finger that had just gathered honey from my chest. “It looked so inviting I just had to,” I cooed.

She laughed as she smoothed her beautiful red hair away from her face before reaching for my erect nipples and twisting them hard. I yelped and bucked my hips in reaction. Losing her balance, Marie shrieked and lurched forward, her hands landing beside my head as she caught herself. Her tits were swaying just above my face now, so I reached up with my mouth and lapped at a nipple.

“No!” she scolded. “It’s my turn.”

Marie positioned herself on top of me, breast to breast and pussy to pussy, then pushed my legs apart with her feet and began to hump me. She held herself up so our stiff nipples could rub against each other. Our bodies were hot and sweaty and slippery from our juices. I moaned at the sensations of her mound grinding against my aching pussy. Marie smiled, kissed my mouth and sucked on my bottom lip.

Then she changed position, resting on a hip and elbow, leaning against me. Her leg was over mine, the top of her thigh pressing into my wet center. Torrents of pleasure raced through me. I pushed my hips up, humping her leg as she took my nipple in my mouth. She sucked at the flesh of my tit and ran her tongue around and over my erect nipple. I was on fire, quivering, a tremendous orgasm building deep inside.

Marie shifted her leg just a bit as she slid a hand over my belly and onto my mound, tenderly caressing. Then, without warning, she slapped my clit hard — once, twice. I jerked my hips and gasped loudly as both pain and pleasure shot through me. Slowly she moved down between my legs, kissing and licking my skin as she went, not stopping until I felt her soft lips kiss my pussy.

“Oh god…” I croaked as she licked up through my folds and back down and plunged her tongue inside me. She fucked me with her tongue, dipping as deep as she could into my core. I felt a finger tease around my anus, gently pushing against it. My whole body was alive with sensations, twitching in response to the pleasures she bestowed upon me.

Marie withdrew her tongue and kissed and sucked my pussy lips as she pushed three fingers inside me and began to fuck me hard. I bucked and cried out. She used her other hand to vigorously rub my clit. My back arched as I pushed up against her hands. My orgasm exploded, overloading my senses. I tried to scream, but had no breath.

The woman was relentless, carrying on with her exquisite torture of my sodden pussy. No sooner had my first titanic orgasm subsided than a second one swept over me. This one was just as pleasurable but different, somehow even more intense. I did scream this time, clutching at my pussy as I squeezed my thighs tightly together.

Marie pulled away, then crawled back up beside me, gently kissing my face. After I finally returned to earth, she purred in my ear, “Did you like that?”

“It was incredible,” I panted in reply.

With my eyes still closed, I reached for the back of Marie’s head and drew her down until her lips touched mine. We kissed and cuddled, exchanging gentle caresses. The sexy redhead and I talked until after midnight, pausing along the way to bring each other to orgasm once again with our sticky fingers.

I knew, of course, that I needed to return to my hotel if I had any hope of getting some sleep and making it to the seminar in the morning. So, at last, I kissed Marie softly on the lips and then got up.

“I really need to get back,” I told her.

“I know. I really enjoyed our time together. Wish it hadn’t been such a short time though.”

I gathered my clothes and dressed, intentionally putting my jeans back on without any panties. Marie lay naked on the bed and watched. I picked up my panties from the floor and brought them to my nose. Looking into her eyes, I took a sniff, then handed the garment to her.

“For you,” I said.

Smiling, she placed the soiled panties over her face and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm… thank you,” she whispered.

Marie would be flying out the following afternoon and wouldn’t be back in town again before I had to leave for home on Saturday. I made sure she had my phone number so that the next time she was on the east coast, we could get together for more fun. We kissed passionately, then said our goodbyes and I headed back to my hotel.

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