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Subject: {ASSM} August Heat (lesbian, FF) (Katherine T.)
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{ASSM} August Heat (lesbian, FF) (Katherine T.)
The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com
A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T can be found at
the following URL:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T
Author's note: I wrote this story some years ago under another
pseudonym. I've made some changes and I'm now posting the new
version for the first time on ASSM.
August Heat
by Katherine T.
Kelly liked the month of August because it was hot, and
the days were lazy, and her favorite hangout was almost empty
in the afternoon. She was sitting at the bar with a pina
colada and a long straw, wondering what she ought to do with
the rest of her day off, when she looked at the mirror behind
the bar and saw the blonde staring at her.
The blonde sat at the bar a few yards away, tall and big,
and looking like Mae West on the Late Show. She had creamy
skin, lots of it revealed by a white summer dress, and breasts
that might have weighed down a less generously proportioned
woman. The way she looked away when Kelly caught her staring
told Kelly the blonde was hardly embarrassed. Actually, the
twist of the blonde's head was almost a beckoning gesture.
Kelly decided maybe now she knew what to do with the rest
of the afternoon. She continued looking at the blonde, and the
next time their eyes met, Kelly turned on her stool toward the
blonde and said: "I haven't seen you here before."
The blonde smiled and shrugged. "Well, I've been here a
few times. You're name's Kelly, isn't it?"
"Yeah, who told you that?"
"Some friend of mine."
A lover, maybe. Kelly wondered who the blonde's lover
was. Who would leave a woman like this one wandering around
the girl bars on a hot August afternoon? What a disgrace!
There were only a few stools between them, and when Kelly
lifted her pina colada and straw and moved over to sit next to
the woman, she did not seem to mind at all.
The blonde was drinking bourbon on ice.
"You know my name, so what's yours?" Kelly said.
"Georgia."
"Ah, Georgia. And I suppose you're from Atlanta."
"Atlanta, Idaho."
Kelly laughed. "All right, that's one point for you.
Anyway, it's a nice name. It has resonance."
The blonde looked at her with a coy smile. "I guess you
thought I was cruising you when you caught me staring at you
in the mirror." She blushed. She looked as though she had
practiced blushing and had developed it to a fine art.
Kelly wondered how hard to push, and decided what the
hell. "Well, weren't you?"
The blonde seemed surprised. She looked shocked, as
though Kelly had dashed ice water in her face. She seemed to
waver between anger and amusement, and then amusement won out
and she smiled.
"Yes, I was. I was cruising you. You see how honest I
am?"
"An honest beauty from Atlanta."
"I hope you mean that."
"I sure do. Do you always drink your bourbon straight?"
Georgia laughed. "I drink no more than one of these a
week. The rest of the time it's orange juice. Alcohol makes me
put on weight."
Kelly ran her eyes over the blonde's big breasts. "You
look fine now."
"You mean that?"
"I can show you."
"Ho ho."
"Anyway, what about another drink?"
"Not till next week."
"Too bad. I was hoping to get you paralyzed."
"Oh, you don't need to get me paralyzed. One bourbon is
enough to get me exploring."
"Exploring what?"
"The possibilities."
"And how are they doing? The possibilities, I mean."
"They're doing fine. Why don't we go to my place and I'll
squeeze some fresh orange juice? I live only two blocks from
here. Do you like orange juice?"
"I love orange juice."
As they walked out of the bar and into the sunlight,
Kelly wondered why sometimes it was so easy and other times so
difficult. Some days didn't work at all, not the days, not the
nights, not anywhere. But today was working, all right; the
day was working fine. For the first time she noticed Georgia
was wearing stockings. Jesus Mary. In August?
"How come you're dressed up?"
"I work in the mornings," Georgia said. "I work in a law
office, and they're very conservative. Usually I go home and
change fast, but today I just wanted to sit somewhere."
"My good luck."
"It's too hot for stockings."
"I'll take them off whenever you're ready."
"Don't talk like that, you're turning me on."
"So easy?"
"Don't I look it? No, don't answer that. No one wants to
look easy, do they? I don't want you to think I'm an easy
lay."
"I'm not thinking anything."
"You're nice, Kelly. I like you. I liked you the first
time I saw you, and that was about three weeks ago. I saw you
dancing with someone and you looked hot."
Kelly wondered who she'd been dancing with. Maybe some
stray cat with wild pink hair. Some nights she danced herself
so blind she could hardly make it to the exit.
Georgia had a tiny apartment in an old six-flat, frills
and embroidery and antique lampshades. As soon as they walked
inside, Georgia walked past Kelly and casually started to
strip her clothes off.
Kelly thought what the hell, maybe this was what Georgia
meant by exploring possibilities. Kelly came up behind
Georgia, who had unzipped her summer dress down the back, and
Kelly slipped her hands inside and around Georgia's body. She
pushed the top of the dress away. Georgia's breasts were
supported by a low-cut bra, and Kelly dipped the fingers of
her right hand into the right cup of the bra, and she helped
the breast spill over the top.
Georgia gave a little gasp as her breast was freed, and
she immediately leaned back against Kelly. "Oh, that's nice,"
Georgia said.
"I like to explore possibilities too."
"I figured as much."
Kelly freed the other breast, and she held both breasts
in her hands and gently kneaded them. They were fine breasts,
soft and firm and tipped with large, well-defined nipples that
rose quickly against her palms.
Georgia moaned, pressing back against Kelly's body. Kelly
slid a hand down over the Georgia's smooth belly until her
fingers reached the place where the dress was still snug
around the Georgia's hips.
Georgia pleaded, "Let me get out of these clothes."
Kelly felt a sharp lust, a desire that had been building
since they'd met in the bar. She wanted to undress Georgia
herself, dally with her, delay getting into her. Thinking
about how delicious the last part would be made Kelly weak in
the knees.
Kelly withdrew her arms from inside Georgia's dress.
"Where's the bedroom?"
Georgia laughed softly. "So fast? Let me get undressed."
"No, I'll do it. I'll undress you in the bedroom."
"All right, come on."
The bedroom was almost filled by an old four-poster bed
with a full canopy.
Georgia slipped out of her shoes. "That's a real antique.
I bought it in Virginia."
Kelly had other things in mind. She peeled Georgia's
dress top down below her waist, baring her from her shoulders
to her belly. The blonde's luscious milk-white skin was pink-
tinged, a lovely delicate flush. Georgia gazed at Kelly with wide
blue eyes, and then her arms suddenly strained toward Kelly
and they kissed.
Georgia's lips were parted and moist, and Kelly's tongue
groped its way inside to devour her mouth.
"Oh, baby, let me hold these tits," Kelly said, and as
she kissed Georgia again, she cupped and lifted Georgia's big
breasts in her hands. Then Kelly broke off the kiss to move
down and cover each breast in turn with her mouth. She ran her
tongue over the creamy skin and tugged at the nipples with her
lips.
Georgia whimpered. "I knew you'd be good."
"Let's get the dress off," Kelly said, and she lifted the
skirt and pulled the dress upward as Georgia raised her arms.
After Kelly removed the dress, Georgia wanted to hang it
in the closet. Maybe she deliberately wanted to tease Kelly by
making Kelly wait. Kelly didn't mind. She filled her eyes with
the big blonde as she moved to the closet to hang the skimpy
summer dress. Georgia still wore her low-cut bra, the cups
hanging loose below her breasts. Below that she wore only
sheer pantyhose, no panties, and when Georgia returned from
the closet, Kelly fixed her eyes on the shadow at the joining
of Georgia's full thighs.
"I get to strip the nylon," Kelly said.
Georgia blushed and laughed, her hands working to get her
bra unhooked. "You want me standing or on the bed?"
Kelly gestured at the bed, and Georgia lay down on it.
She was something to look at, lying there in only the
pantyhose. Kelly leaned over her, kissed her, and slowly
pulled the nylon down as Georgia lifted her hips to help.
Slowly, Kelly peeled the pantyhose down Georgia's thighs and
legs, and then off her feet. She wadded the nylon into a ball
and tossed it away toward the far wall.
Georgia lay there before Kelly, her eyes heavy with
desire. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to make you come and come and come."
"Oh honey."
The blonde slowly raised her knees and opened them,
showing herself to Kelly, watching Kelly's face.
Kelly's heart pounded. There was nothing that turned her
on more than having a woman open her legs like that to show
her cunt. Georgia's bush was a light auburn shade, the larger
lips full, the inner lips pink and pouting outward below the
glistening pink bud of her clit. What a lovely lovely cunt.
"Beautiful," Kelly said.
Georgia blushed. "The way you look at me makes me hot for
anything."
Kelly bent her face to the pink flower, sniffing at it,
barely brushing it with the tip of her nose, opening her mouth
to huff warm air against it.
And then she dug in. She played Georgia's cunt with her
tongue the way a mandolin player would play the mandolin.
Georgia groaned as Kelly's tongue tickled up one side of her
clit and down the other.
"Oh, you're good," Georgia said. "How come you're so
good?"
Kelly chuckled into the pink. "It's August, baby. August
is a good month."
end
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com
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