Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

“So, did you hook up with Marie?” Lisa asked, thumbing the pause button on the recorder.

Cheryl shot her a dirty look, then scribbled a few notes on a pad she had taken out of her shoulder bag while Amanda was telling her story.

“What?” said Lisa, holding her hands out palms up and shrugging her shoulders. “Curious minds and all that.”

“Patience. All will be revealed,” Amanda giggled, then took a drink of her coffee. Finding it was cold, she waved to the server, indicating she needed a refill.

After the server had refilled their cups and walked away, Cheryl said, “Ready to continue?” Then she added with a smirk and a nod toward Lisa, “Unless nosy here has more questions, that is.”

Releasing the pause button, Lisa jabbed Cheryl in the ribs. Amanda smiled and proceeded with her story.

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The hotel dining room was spacious and elegant. Another beautifully decorated Christmas tree stood just inside the entrance. A small island bar area divided the room in half, separating the numerous round, well-set, tables of the formal dining area from the family friendly daily-use side, which itself was designed to look regal.

As I was completing my brief glance around the room, an attractive young woman approached. “Hello,” she said, with a pretty smile. “Just yourself this evening?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She nodded and led me to a table for two that was along an inside wall with a view of the lobby, then handed me a menu as I sat down. “Can I get you a drink?”

“A glass of Pinot Noir, please, Sasha,” I said, having noticed her name tag.

“Certainly.” She smiled again, her gaze lingering on mine, then walked off. I followed her with my eyes, appreciating the wiggle of her ass.

In the mood for a steak, I searched the menu until I found their various selections of meat.

Sasha returned a minute later. She set the glass of wine on the table. “Here you are. Have you decided what you would like to have? Or do you need some more time?”

“Yes. I will have the Filet Mignon, medium well. Baked potato and steamed asparagus, please.”

I closed the menu and handed it to her. When she took it from me, her fingers brushed mine. I saw the color rising in her cheeks as our eyes met.

“Excellent.” She turned and started off.

“Thank you, Sasha,” I said, after she’d taken a couple of steps. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled sweetly. Too bad she wasn’t on the menu, I thought to myself.

As I waited, I idly watched other patrons coming in from the lobby for dinner, then picked up the dessert menu and flipped through it while sipping my wine.

It wasn’t long before Sasha delivered the food, along with condiments. When everything was in place, I thanked her. Instead of walking away, she paused and asked, “Are you a guest of the hotel?”

“Yes,” I told her. “I’ll be here until Saturday.”

“Oh good. Uh, I mean, umm, that’s… nice,” the young woman stammered, her face turning red again. “I hope you enjoy your stay.” She averted her eyes then left the table.

I chuckled and picked up my knife and fork. As I enjoyed the steak, which was excellent, I watched her scurry around the dining room, admiring her form as she served other guests. More than once, she caught me looking at her. I was rewarded each time with a lovely smile.

Sasha visited my table on several occasions, making sure I was satisfied with the meal and that I had everything I needed. I assured her I did. When I was done, she cleared the dishes and offered me dessert.

“How about you?” I leered.

Sasha blushed again, even more deeply. She didn’t respond right away, evidently lost for words.

“No? Too bad,” I said. “Guess I’ll have to settle for the apple crisp and a cup of coffee then.”

“Ok—” She tried to speak, but her voice caught. She cleared her throat and spoke again. “Okay, um, right away.”

Sure enough, she was back with my coffee and dessert in short order. She placed them on the table along with a black leather folder that held my check.

When I finished eating, I sat back and opened the folder. The check was face down, and I saw that Sasha had written ‘Thank you’ on the back in very elegant handwriting, signing her name with a cute smiley face.

I turned the bill over and completed the total at the bottom, giving her a generous tip. There was also a business card from the hotel inside the folder. I picked it up to look at it, smiling at what I found when I turned the card over. On the back, Sasha had left her name and phone number. I closed the folder, slipping the card into my pocket, and finished my coffee.

On my way out, I handed the folder to Sasha. “Charge this to my room please,” I said.

She took it and smiled. “Did you enjoy your meal?”

“Yes, very much. And thank you for this,” I said, holding up the business card.

“You’re welcome.” She blushed yet again, looking down briefly then back up.

I left the restaurant and returned to my room. I stripped down to just my underwear, bra and panties, then pulled on my favorite silk robe, tightening the sash. The robe fell to a couple of inches above my knees, and I loved the feel of the material against my skin. I went to the wardrobe and gave my uniform a once over, ensuring it was ready for the morning.

It was still early, so I decided to order some wine and watch a movie. I called room service and requested a bottle of William Fèvre Chablis Beauroy. Then I sat down in one of the comfy armchairs and turned on the TV.

I was still channel surfing when I heard a knock at the door. After muting the TV, I got up and headed for the door, tossing the remote on the bed. I opened the door.

Standing before me was the most beautiful girl I had seen in a long time. She was petite, no more than 5 foot 3. Her glossy deep brown hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. She had olive skin and a narrow face, her cheekbones highlighted by just the right amount of blush. Her lips were temptingly full, colored a light pink. Her large dark eyes were utterly captivating. I couldn’t help but stare into them.

The girl was in her early twenties, I guessed, knowing she had to be at least nineteen to serve alcohol. This alluring little thing, it occurred to me, was young enough to be my daughter if I had one. That thought sent a thrill of excitement through me. A lot of my hottest erotic fantasies are of sexual relations between mother and daughter.

“Shall I bring it in?” she asked in a silky voice, bringing me out of my trance.

“Uh… yes, of course. On the table, please,” I said.

What was wrong with me? I was mesmerized by this creature. I had seduced plenty of women over the years. Now I felt like I was thirteen again and about to kiss a girl for the first time.

I moved out of the way and she smiled pleasantly as she carried in the tray with a silver bucket holding the bottle of wine embedded in crushed ice. There were two long stem glasses on the tray. The young brunette was dressed in the standard hotel uniform consisting of black slacks, a white button-down shirt with a black tie, and a maroon vest. The hotel logo was embroidered on one side of the vest, and a gold name tag with black lettering was on the other.

I followed her to the table, watching her cute round ass wiggle as she walked. She set the tray down and handed me the bill folder while looking up at my face, smiling prettily.

“I hear this is an excellent wine,” she said. Her voice was soft. I took the folder and completed the bottom section.

I looked at her, and wondered if perhaps she was hinting at something. “Would you like to share a glass with me?” I asked, just as softly.

“Oh, that’s sweet, but I’m still on duty.”

“How about this,” I started. I reached for my wallet and took four twenties from it. I folded the bills and approached her. I stood very close and had to look down to meet her gaze. Her eyes were wide, and I could see both a touch of fear and excitement in her expression. “After your shift is done, you can buy another bottle and bring it to my room for us to share,” I finished, using my best seductive voice. I pushed the money into a pocket on her vest as I read her name tag.

“If you don’t want to, Jeannie, that’s okay, and you will have made a nice tip,” I said smiling.

She held my gaze for a moment. We were close enough that I could hear her swallow and feel her warm breath on my chest. I took a slow step back and watched her look me up and down, from head to toe. The young woman diverted her gaze away from me and to the floor.

“I um, I don’t, um, I need to get back to work now,” she said as she headed for the door with a bit of urgency in her step. She glanced back at me. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Then she was out the door.

I sipped at the wine for the next couple of hours and watch a pay-per-view movie. Well, actually it was a porno — one in which a mother catches her teenage daughter eating her best friend’s pussy and then the mother has sex with the daughter’s friend while the daughter watches. Very hot. I’d noticed in the opening credits that the two actresses who played the mother and daughter had the same last name, Katz, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were actually related.

Once it was over, I turned off the TV. My fingers had been inside my panties, teasing my pussy all during the movie, and I was about to hop on the bed and finish pleasuring myself when I heard a soft knock on the door.

I jumped, and my heart started to pound. Could it be? I sure hoped it was. I got up from the chair, pulling my robe loosely around me as I made a dash for the door. I peeked through the peephole. I could have squealed like that thirteen-year-old I mentioned earlier. I tried to compose myself, then opened the door. Sweet little Jeannie stood there, still in her uniform and holding the bottle of wine.

“Is your offer still good?” she asked, her eyes shining and her smile bright. My god, she was beautiful.

“Yes, of course. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.” I said, with maybe a little too much enthusiasm.

She giggled, then made her way over to the table, where she took a corkscrew from her vest pocket and opened the bottle. The cork came out with a pop. Jeannie poured us each a glass of wine. She handed one to me and held hers up.

“Here’s to a pleasant evening,” the girl said, as our glasses clinked together.

“I’ll drink to that,” I replied, motioning for her to sit down.

She settled into an armchair, crossing her legs. “So, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“You’re right,” I chuckled. “I’m Amanda.”

I stepped in front of her, holding out my hand as I introduced myself.

She took my hand and gently squeezed, holding it for several seconds. She looked up at me, studying my features. My pulse was racing, and the soft touch of her dainty fingers only amplified my already heightened state of arousal.

“So, Amanda, what brings you to our nation’s capital?” she asked, then sipped her wine.

I sat in a chair near hers, and said, “A seminar and workshop for some new software the military is adopting. Quite boring, actually.”

“Oh, I see. Classified stuff?”

“Not at all. It’s a new administrative and payroll program. Supposed to make life easier. I’ll believe it when I see it, though,” I laughed, then asked, “What about you? Are you from Ottawa?”

“Born and raised. I recently earned my diploma in Hospitality and Tourism. I plan on going back to school with the goal of one day managing a large hotel like this one.”

As the young brunette spoke, she kept glancing down at my chest where my robe ‘accidentally’ had come open, revealing my bra. I watched her as she undid the tie around her neck, then opened the top two buttons of her shirt. She also unbuttoned her vest.

“That feels much better,” she said with a smile. “Do you mind if I take off my shoes? My feet are killing me.”

“Be my guest,” I nodded.

Now here was an opportunity if there ever was one. “In fact, here, let me help you relax,” I said. Before she had a chance to react, I stood and scooted my chair closer, directly facing hers, then sat back down.

“Give me your foot,” I instructed.

She just looked at me, hesitating, not quite sure what I was up to. “That’s not really necessary.”

“No, I insist. You’ll thank me, I promise.”

I smiled at the girl, holding my hands out. Her eyes never left mine as she raised one foot up. I gently took her foot in my hand and rested her heel on my knee. I unlaced the shoe and slid it off her foot, then placed my hands on her ankle and slowly slid them up to the top of her sock. I pushed two fingers from each hand into the sock and slowly moved it down and off her foot.

Jeannie watched me intently, not moving. She bit her lower lip, then took another, larger drink of wine.

Once that first sock was off, I placed her foot back on the floor and motioned for her to raise the other one. She brought it up, and I repeated the process. Jeannie squirmed a bit, and I heard her breathe a soft sigh. I took her bare foot in my hands, holding it with my fingers on the top of her foot and my thumbs resting on the sole.

“Are you ticklish?” I asked.

She shook her head as I began to rub her foot, moving my thumbs in circles, from her toes to her heel and back. I continued for a few moments, then switched my hands around, so my thumbs were on top and massaged some more. I put the heel of my palm on top of her toes and pushed them down so they would curl under. Jeannie let out a little grunt when a couple of her toes cracked.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yes, that feels marvelous. Please don’t stop.”

I grinned at her. You’ll soon be begging me not to stop if I have my way, I thought to myself. I continued the massage up to her ankle where I rubbed it, flexed it, and rotated it. Once I was finished with that foot, I went back to the first foot and repeated the procedure.

By then, my panties were soaked. I was extremely turned on, partly from the sexy movie I’d watched earlier, but mostly from touching the soft, smooth skin of this beauty. I wondered if she was getting just as aroused too. She had already drunk two glasses of wine by this point, and I could hear her breathing harder. While I was massaging her ankle, I placed a finger on her lateral tarsal artery, just behind the ankle bone. Sure enough, her pulse was strong and rapid. The girl was definitely excited.

I put her foot on the floor and sat back. My robe had come open all the way, and I made no effort to close it. I saw Jeannie look down at my crotch and hold her gaze there for a few seconds. I spread my legs a bit wider. I was certain she could see the wet spot that had formed on my panties. My heart was pounding, and so was my clit.

I stood up, took a big swallow of my drink, then poured myself another glass and refilled hers. She looked up at me, and our eyes met. She grinned, saucily. I wasn’t really sure who was seducing who.

“How was that?” I asked.

“Mmm, wonderful…” She breathed a contented sigh. “Maybe you could do my shoulders as well?”

I moved behind her, gently placing my hands on her shoulders. Jeannie stiffened for just a second and then relaxed. A soft moan escaped from her lips as I squeezed and rubbed the soft fleshy area of her shoulders, just above her collarbone, while my thumbs kneaded the muscles of her back.

As I continued to rub the girl, I leaned in and slowly inhaled her aroma. There was a faint hint of lilac, most likely the lingering scent of shampoo she had used that morning. It didn’t really matter to me, as any fragrance from her would have been just as intoxicating as this was right now.

“Ooh, that feels so good, Amanda,” she cooed.

“Would you like a whole-body massage?”

Jeannie looked back over her shoulder at me. She didn’t speak, but nodded instead. I stepped in front of her and held out my hand. Jeannie took it, and I drew her to her feet.

“Strip down to your underwear,” I suggested, “and I’ll get some lotion.”

She hesitated, folding her arms across her chest and looking down.

“You don’t need to be shy,” I told her, as I shrugged my robe off, letting it fall to the floor. “We’ll be dressed the same.”

“But… I’m not wearing a bra,” the girl mumbled.

I grinned, then licked my lips and unhooked my bra from the front, dropping it on the floor beside my robe.

“Better?” I asked.

Jeannie’s eyes widened. Her gaze went from my tits up to my face then back down to my tits. She smiled, slowly raising a hand. “Wow, they’re beautiful. Can I…”

“Please,” I whispered.

She cupped one fleshy globe and squeezed it. A bolt of lightning shot through me. My pussy was on fire. She moved her hand up and played a finger over the hard nipple. Then she did the same with the other one. I moaned, and she pulled her hand away.

“Sorry,” she said, as if she had done something wrong.

“Don’t apologize, sweetie. That feels nice, very nice. Now, come on, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

While I helped take off her vest, I asked, “Is it all right if I undress you?”

Her face reddened. “I… I guess so. I’ve never had anyone else undress me before.”

“That’s a shame,” I said, as I began to unbutton her shirt.

When more of her body was exposed, I could see why Jeannie had no need for a bra. Her breasts were tiny but very cute. I tugged the shirt out of her slacks, and after all the buttons were undone, slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. As soon as she was free of the shirt, her hands went to her chest, covering herself.

I smiled and took her wrists, gently pushing her hands to her sides. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie. Be proud of what you have.”

“But they’re so small,” she said ruefully, “like little girl boobs.”

There’s nothing wrong with little girl boobs, especially on little girls, I thought to myself, remembering all those summer nights as a preteen, playing naughty games with my cousin. Oh, how we loved exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths, touching and kissing our budding breasts and virgin pussies.

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“Wait — is that part true?” Lisa asked, pausing the recorder again.

“What part?” said Amanda.

“The part about, uh, about you and your little cousin. Is that true? How old were you then?”

“Lisa,” Cheryl admonished, “stop interrupting!”

“It’s all right,” Amanda chuckled. “I don’t mind. Yes, it’s true that I fooled around with my cousin, starting when I was twelve and she was eleven.”

“Wow, that’s nice,” Lisa grinned, arching her eyebrows.

“Of course, that’s another story altogether,” said Amanda, “which maybe we’ll get to someday. But don’t you want to finish this one first?”

“Yes, we do,” said Cheryl, giving her wife a playful frown. She pushed Lisa’s hand off the recorder and prepared to start it again. “Please go on.”

Continue on to Chapter 3