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Subject: {ASSM} West Is Wild Again: Part1
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Title: West Is Wild Again: Part1
Author: Phoenician Warrior
Codes: Lesbian, FF, cons, rom, hist
e-mail: mumber7_1999@yahoo.com
Chapter 1: In Old El Paso
December 11, 1876
The stage coach from San Antonio had just arrived in
El Paso. Among the disembarking passengers was Della
Cord. The 27 years old woman was dead tired after the
bone jarring journey over the high plains of Texas,
she longed for a soak in a hot bath and the comforts
of a soft bed. After stepping out of the coach she
stretched herself, trying to loosen her stiff joints.
Many a male admiring eyes took in the view of the
blonde woman as her breasts heaved and swelled under
her white blouse.
Seemingly unaware of the effects her actions had on
the men around her the curvaceous woman collected her
baggage and walked towards the "Casa Las Palmas", one
of the few boarding houses in the city respectable
enough for a single woman to find a room without any
undue comments or being mistaken for a travelling
prostitute. Not that Della Cord wasn't an attractive
woman. Far from it, the 5"8' woman had a heart shaped
faced which many a men (and women) had found extremely
pleasing to the eyes. Despite her height Della was not
ungainly and her weight was well distributed and
proportioned over her frame with feminine curves in
all the right places. Her breasts nicely filled out
her blouse and despite her loose fitting skirt the
flare of her hips and the swell of her flanks was
still perceptible.
Upon arriving at the reception Della was informed that
unfortunately none of the single rooms were available,
the only remaining option being a double room. On
hearing the news Della sucked in her lower lip and
started chewing on it. It was a childhood habit
expressing her unease and displeasure when things were
not to her liking. Upon further enquiry Della was told
the daily rate for a double room was $2.50 compared to
a buck fifty for a single, this difference was
certainly out of her tight budget. The concierge upon
sensing Della's discomfort quickly added that a
solution might still be possible. Steeling herself for
the inevitable sexual proposition which were going to
follow Della forced herself to listen. Senor Esposito,
the concierge informed her that she was not the only
woman in such a predicament and if she do not mind
sharing a double room there was another single woman
also looking for a room.
After Della had agreed to the proposal by a nod of her
head the concierge called out for a "Senora Johnson".
Turning her head Della was surprised to see a figure
wearing a Stetson and clad in men's clothing
responding to the call and striding towards the
reception. Before she could voice her concern the
figure reached the desk and took off the hat releasing
a cascade of shoulder length brown hair and a
previously obscured attractive feminine face. The
woman was slightly taller than Della, maybe an inch or
so. Della remembered her as a fellow passenger on the
stage coach, but as both of them were seated at
considerable distance from each other Della had not
paid much attention. Now at close quarters both the
women surveyed each other with just a glance,
appraising each others bodies in a manner only women
can do.
After shaking hands, the newcomer introduced herself
as Samantha "Sam" Johnson. As both the girls walked
towards their room Sam was slightly ahead which gave
Della to view her more clinically. Della was surprised
that despite the male clothing their was nothing
masculine about her roommate. She guessed her to about
her own age with a pleasing hourglass figure and a
well endowed chest.
After they were inside the room, both of them surveyed
their surroundings. The central fixture was a large
double bed. Sam had expected that despite this being a
double room at least their will be two single beds.
Glancing towards Della she gave have her a wry smile
signaling "Oh Well". Della answered with a shrug of
her shoulders and set her tote bag down on the double
bed and sat herself down on one of the chairs by the
window overlooking the main city street the Mesa
Grande Avenue.
"I don't know about you but I am going to have a hot
bath" Sam remarked.
"You go ahead first then" Della added.
Sam got up and went out of the room in search for a
chamber maid to prepare the bath for them. She
returned after a few minutes with a glum expression.
"So what happened?" Della asked
"Hot baths are available only in the morning, the best
the maid can do is to bring a basin of hot water so
that we can wash our face and hands" Sam replied.
"Oh no, I feel so sticky and sore. I was looking
forward to a soak in a hot tub" groaned Della.
Both the women began talking as they waited for the
hot water to arrive. As they exchanged background
information Sam told Della that she is 25 and
originally from Mobile, Alabama and she had come to El
Paso as she had inherited a small ranch from her
maternal uncle. Since the civil war there has been
nothing much to do in Mobile as such it was not a
difficult decision to pack up and head west for a new
life.
In return Della informed that she had come from
Springfield in Illinois and had been raised there on
her family's farm. She said that she had married a
railroad engineer from Wichita and had lived there for
the last 5 years. After her husband had died last year
from gun shot wounds when his train was attacked by
robbers, she had gone to San Antonio to find
employment. It was there that she had been appointed
as a school teacher and assigned to El Paso to a
school run by the Catholic Church.
"Well so there is something we have in common"
remarked Sam
"That we both had come here due to financial need?"
queried Della
"Oh sure that too, no what I meant was that we are
both widows" answered Sam
"You were also married!" Della asked
"Why there is some reason that I should not have been"
retorted Sam with an impish grin.
Disarmed by the other woman's frankness Della laughed
and said "God no, its just that upon first seeing you
I did not peg you down as the marrying kind".
"Oh this" Sam pointed to her masculine clothes. "These
are just so I am not leered at and propositioned by
the men when I am travelling".
"Wish I had thought of that" replied Della "I have had
more than my fair share of leers and whistles during
this journey".
"So what happened to your husband" Della asked "If you
do not mind my asking"
"Oh no, its okay" Sam said with a wave of her arm "He
died two years ago from malaria, although I still do
miss him".
The girls conversation was interrupted by a knock on
the door and the entrance of the maid carrying their
hot water. After the maid had left, Sam stripped out
of her flannel shirt and blue denims. Clad in only an
undershirt and cotton half-pants she strode towards
the bathroom to clean herself. Although Della by no
means a prude would have balked at disrobing in front
of another woman but she really liked Sam from the
short conversation they have had and she thought they
being both women there is nothing wrong if she did the
same.
Della unfastened her white blouse, undid her long
skirt and stepped out of it. Underneath she wore a
chemise and drawers. She walked towards the bathroom
just as Sam emerged with her face freshly scrubbed and
glowing pink. Some of the water had spilled on her
undershirt making it stick to her chest with the
outlines of her nipples visible. She really is an
attractive woman thought Della as she went inside the
bath.
After Della came back into the room she found Sam
already in bed facing away from her with the covers
drawn up to her chest. Thinking that her companion had
succumbed to fatigue and had gone to sleep, Della got
into the bed from the other side and eased herself
inside the covers.
After settling herself down Della had tried going to
sleep, but as it sometimes happens that when the body
is too tired sleep refuses to come despite the
fatigue. On the other side of the bed she could hear
Sam tossing and turning, apparently having as much
difficulty sleeping.
"Can't sleep also, huh" asked Sam
Upon hearing her new friends voice Della turned to
face her and found Sam also on her side snuggled in
the covers to ward off the winter chill of the desert
night.
"Yeah, I can toss and turn all night and not catch any
winks" agreed Della.
With both the girls on their sides facing each other
their faces were only a feet or so apart. Through the
window faint star light from the clear desert sky was
filtering in bathing the young women's faces and
making them glow in ethereal beauty.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Sam," Della whispered.
Sam blushed (something which she did not do too often)
and returned the compliment "Well you're one to talk,
school marm", replied Sam "You're not exactly ugly
either".
It was now Della's turn to blush. Tentatively she
reached out with her hand and touched Sam's hair.
"Your hair is as soft as silk." She said running her
fingers through the brown hair.
Sam felt a tingling sensation as Della's finger ran
through her hair. With her own hand she touched
Della's cheek and caressed it softly "I love your
complexion, its like a Georgia peach dipped in cream".
At Sam's touch Della felt Goosebumps rise along her
forearms and she noticed that Sam's face was flushed
and blushing pink. Della withdrew her fingers from
Sam's hair and instead placed her palm on top of Sam's
hand caressing her cheek.
Both the woman were experiencing feelings which they
previously not been aware of. Not that the feelings
were unpleasant, far from it they were just
unaccustomed to them.
Slowly the girls became aware of the implications of
their actions but none of them wanted these strange
pleasant feelings to stop. For both of them the only
sexual knowledge they had was acquired after their
respective marriages. After the death of their
husbands they had not been sexually intimate with
another man let alone a woman. As the moment of
reckoning approached Sam propped herself on her elbows
and quizzically looked at Della.
In return Della leaned forward and softly kissed Sam
on the lips. All doubts were erased from their minds
as they both enjoyed the kiss. Not wanting to advance
too quickly and also not knowing what to do next, both
women were content for the time being to trade soft
clinging kisses.
After a few minutes Della broke off the kissing and
turned towards her side facing away from Sam. Della
reached back to take hold of Sam's hand and pulled the
other woman near her so that they were spooning
together. With Sam's hand around her waist and her
soft breath against the back of her neck both the
women drifted off to sleep.
To be continued in Chapter 2 when the girls will fully
consummate their passion for each other.
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