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Subject: {ASSM} (Repost) WOMAN2WOMAN by Candy Kane [FF]
Date: Tue,  9 Jul 2002 11:10:03 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of 
explicit sexual acts between females.  If this type of content offends you, 
or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

WOMAN2WOMAN by Candy Kane

My name is Christine.  I'm twenty-six, single and work in marketing support 
for a high-tech computer company.  I had to go to Las Vegas for a four-day 
trade show, and at the end of the first day of standing in heels talking to 
customers for ten hours, my feet and legs were killing me.  One of our sales 
reps, an attractive brunette from Seattle, asked me if I wanted to share a 
cab back to the hotel.  We had struck up a friendship during the day, and I 
was happy to have her company.

Her name was Laura and she appeared to be a year or two older than I was.  
During our brief lunch break together, I found out that she was divorced and 
lived on her own.  She had been with the company for three years and was 
very good at sales.  While working the booth, I caught myself admiring 
Laura's slim figure: her legs were long and she wore her skirt about 
mid-thigh.  She got a lot of second glances from the men that wandered onto 
our booth.  Her eyes were a deep shade of green and her dark walnut colored 
hair flowed down below her shoulders.  Between the two of us, we seemed to 
spend more time turning down propositions for dinner than discussing 
computer technology.

As the cab pulled away from the convention center and headed towards the 
Vegas strip, Laura said, "If I had one more guy hit on me today . . ."

"Tell me about it," I said.  "Is getting laid the only reason these guys 
come here?"

"I spend all my time fighting them off."

"I just want to get to my room and collapse," I said.  "My feet are killing 
me."

"I feel the same."  Laura brought her right leg up and took her high heel 
off, rubbing her foot.  Her long legs parted and her dress rode up her bare 
thigh.

I'd kill for those legs, I thought, realizing I also saw a hint of her black 
panties.  I was very proud of my legs but seeing hers made me determined to 
start working out again.

"Think I'll order room service," I said, trying not to be obvious that I was 
staring.  "That way I don't even have to go out again."

Laura caught me looking and smiled.  Then she said, "Hey, I've got an idea.  
Why don't we order room service together?  We'll get a bottle of wine and 
just relax.  It'll take our minds of the show."

"I love it," I said, intrigued with the idea of spending the evening with 
this beautiful woman who gave me a more than casual glimpse at what most of 
the men at the booth were dying to get at.

All the people from our company were staying on the same floor of the hotel, 
so when Laura and I got off the elevator and found that our rooms were 
adjoining, we started laughing.  "You didn't plan this, did you?" she asked 
with a wink.

I wasn't sure what she meant, but it did make for a very convenient evening. 
  "I'll meet you inside," I said as we unlocked our respective doors.

I tossed my purse on the bed, slipped my heels and pantyhose off, removed my 
earrings and bracelet, and then went and opened the door between our rooms.  
Laura did the same on her side almost simultaneously and we both laughed 
again.  I really liked the way she smiled, it made me feel warm and at ease.

"So what shall we have?" Laura said.  We sat side by side on the couch; she 
placed her arm around my shoulders and leaned into me to study the menu I 
held open in my lap.  She had applied a subtle perfume before she let me in 
her room, one that I didn't think she was wearing in the cab.  Was it just 
to freshen up or was it meant for me?  Either way, the delicate fragrance 
was enticing.

After scanning the selections, we chose a couple of Italian dishes and a 
bottle Chianti.  Waiting for the food, we relaxed and talked about the show, 
the company, and life in general.  I felt very comfortable with Laura and I 
thought she did the same with me.  She told me about her divorce and how she 
hadn't dated much since.  While she spoke, she brought her leg up, resting 
her foot on the edge of the couch.  Again I received an alluring view of the 
inside of her thighs and a hint of her crotch.  I assumed she was just 
relaxing and I tried not to stare as I gave her the rundown on all my failed 
romances too.  I had to admit I was intrigued with what secrets might lay 
hidden just out of view.

The food arrived and it was delicious.  We quickly killed the bottle of wine 
and ordered a second.  I don't drink much, and the alcohol went right to my 
head.  Judging from Laura's silly giggles, it was having the same effect on 
her too.

Finally, we just sat and stared out the window at the Vegas strip below.  
"If my feet would only stop aching," I said.  "I can't believe I've got to 
endure this for three more days."

"I've an idea," Laura said, placing a gentle hand on the back of my neck.  
"I used to work as a therapeutic masseuse.  What if I give you a massage?  I 
guarantee I can make you feel better."

"Laura, that sounds wonderful."  Despite the pain of my feet, I was feeling 
very warm and relaxed from the wine.  I figured a quick massage and I'd be 
off to bed.

"Okay, but first, you've got to get comfortable," Laura said.  "I want you 
to strip down to your underwear."

"Just to do my feet?" I asked.

"Christine, I said I was a therapist.  If I can make your feet feel better, 
think what I can do to your legs, back and arms, all of you."

"This is sounding better all the time," I said, thinking how much I needed 
to relax before having to do the show again tomorrow.  Without hesitating, I 
slipped out of my dress and blouse.  Standing in my bare feet with only my 
panties and bra, I turned around to find that Laura had taken off her 
clothes as well.  I couldn't hide my surprise as I looked at her shapely 
body.  She was more beautiful that I imagined.  Her skin was a flawless 
olive color, her breasts filling her black silk bra fully.  She wore string 
bikini panties that tightly clung to the sexy bulge between her legs.  So 
much so, that I could clearly see the lips of her vagina through the thin 
material.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Sorry," I said, shaking my head.  "I stood up too fast and the wine made me 
dizzy."  What was I doing? I thought.  Here I was alone in a bedroom 
practically naked with this beautiful woman and I was staring at her crotch. 
  Suddenly, my body was hot.  I felt my face flush and the unmistakable 
tingle between my legs.  I couldn't believe I was becoming aroused.

"Okay," Laura said, "lay down on your stomach.

It was a king size bed and I moved to the middle and rested my head on my 
arms.  I felt her climb on behind me and I closed my eyes and wondered where 
this whole thing was leading.

"Now relax and breathe normally," she said.  "Let me do all the work.  You 
just enjoy, OK?"

"You're the boss," I said, taking a deep breath.

At first I didn't think she was going to do anything at all.  It was a full 
thirty seconds before she touched me.  Finally, she took my left foot and 
started rubbing it, kneading the bottom and gently working the tender flesh.

"That's really nice," I said, amazed at her ability to make the aches go 
away so quickly.  She massaged each toe and them my heel.  It was wonderful. 
  Then she took my right foot and did the same, quickly relieving the pain 
and replacing it with pleasure.

I was floating on a cloud, letting my mind drift with the warmth of the wine 
and enjoying her gentle but firm touch.  Then Laura went back to my left 
foot.  This time, she brought my foot up so my lower leg was sticking up in 
the air, bent at the knee.  I felt her scoot her body up, positioning her 
bare legs on each side of my leg.  The touch of her warm skin against mine 
made me tremble.  Next, she let my foot rest on her chest, and with a 
surprise, I realized the top of my foot was touching her naked breast.  Now 
I knew what she had done in the thirty seconds before she started.  She had 
stripped naked.

Laura positioned my foot so her nipple was resting on my big toe.  As she 
continued the massage, she swayed her body so her nipple gently rubbed 
across the top of my toes and I could feel it grow hard.  Then she slid her 
hips forward until my knee was in her crotch.  I felt moisture on my skin 
and I gasped.  I had never touched another woman there in my life.  She was 
wet and didn't seem to want to hide the fact as she rubbed herself on me, 
using my knee to masturbate.

I felt my pulse quicken and my breathing increase.  What was happening?  
Should I stop her?  Between the wine and her intimate touch, my body was on 
fire.  I didn't know what to do.  I had never been intimate with a woman 
before.  I'd certainly thought about it from time to time, but that was as 
far as it went--only fantasies.  Did I want to keep going?  Was she seducing 
me?  Planing to make love to me?  Did she have any idea how turned on I was?

Then, ever so gently, she took my big toe in her warm mouth and caressed it 
with her tongue.  This sent me over the edge.  My mind raced.  I was so 
aroused, I couldn't think straight.  I was burning up with the desire to 
have sex with her.

I opened my eyes and looked toward the dresser.  In the mirror, I could see 
Laura making love to my foot.  Watching her was the sexiest vision I had 
ever seen.  Then she turned her head and looked into the mirror and our eyes 
met.  With one glance, I knew this had been no accident, no spur of the 
moment idea.  From the instant she had parted her legs for me in the cab and 
shown me her forbidden fruit, she had planted the seed of lesbian lust.  The 
spider had its victim, I thought, and the victim was dying a sweet death.

While she watched me watching her, she took each toe into her mouth, 
licking, sucking, running her wet tongue between them.  With my foot resting 
on her breast she brought my other one to her mouth, kissing, licking, 
loving.

Her hips moved in a slow, sexy rotation as she ground her pussy into my bent 
knee.  I could hear her breathing increase and I felt her wetness flowing 
out onto my leg.  Then she slowed and moved my leg from between hers.  She 
leaned forward, and with the touch of a feather, she took the top of my 
panties and slid them over my bottom and down my legs.  Slipping them off my 
upturned feet, she then spread my knees apart and started rubbing the back 
of my calves and thighs.

As she worked her way along my legs, she bent over and I felt her warm 
breath on my bottom.  She kissed my cheeks and her tongue slipped into my 
crack.  When she found my anus, she moaned as she spread my cheeks.  "You 
smell heavenly," Laura whispered.

I watched her reflection in the mirror through a sexual fog knowing that I 
never wanted her to stop.  She was electrifying my body, setting me on fire. 
  My desire for her was overwhelming.

Laura probed my anus with the tip of her tongue, letting her warm saliva 
drip onto it before licking me clean.  She pushed her nose in my crack and 
spent what seemed like an eternity smelling me, giving out little moans as 
she explored my bottom.  Then she spread my legs wide and laid down between 
them.  Her hot, wet mouth moved down until she was softly kissing my pussy.  
I was about to explode as the heat built between my legs.  I couldn't wait 
for her to put her tongue in me.  My clitoris was throbbing, begging to be 
sucked.  The inside walls of my vagina quivered in anticipation of her 
entering me.  I could feel my love juice flowing out.  My heart raced.  I 
closed my eyes and let her take me to a place only two women can go 
together.  As I experienced the first lesbian orgasm of my life, I couldn't 
wait to hold Laura in my arms, smother her with kisses and spend the night 
making love.  And that's exactly what we did.
* * *
The next day at the show, I could think of nothing but her.  As we talked to 
customers or wrote up orders, we would sneak a smile or wink at each other.  
Once, she was standing next to me, and over the noise of the crowd, she 
leaned into my ear and whispered, "If you're not too busy tonight, maybe we 
could get together and fuck each others brains out."

I hoped no one saw me turn bright red.

We found ourselves alone once in the small employee break room, and for a 
delicious thirty seconds, we held each other tight and French kissed.  I 
adored the sweet taste of her lipstick, the allure of her perfume, the 
softness of her breasts pressing against mine, and her hot breath as she 
moaned my name.  Another time, Laura squatted down behind a counter to get 
some brochures out of a drawer.  When she saw me a few feet away watching 
her, she slowly spread her legs and my eyes grew wide as I realized she 
wasn't wearing panties.

"Are you trying to make me come right here?" I whispered to her a few 
moments later.

"Of course not," she whispered back with a giggle.  "I going to make you 
come tonight after dinner.  I just wanted you to see what you would be 
eating for dessert."

Each day, we played our little sexy games all day keeping each other on the 
edge of arousal; I have never been that wet constantly in my life.  Then we 
would rush back to the hotel to make love.  One night, we completely forgot 
to eat--food that is.

It was a tearful scene at the airport when we finally had to say goodbye at 
the end of the week.  We had made love that morning in bed and again in the 
shower, and almost missed our planes.  We spent our last moments kissing in 
a stall of the ladies room.  As we kissed, Laura reached under my dress and 
caressed my pussy.  "God, I'm gonna miss you," she said.  "Especially my 
girlfriend down there."  She had started calling my pussy her girlfriend, 
and now she used her finger to push the thin material of my panties up 
inside me.

"I'd die if I thought I wouldn't see you again," I said, holding her tight.

"There's a trade show coming up next month in New York.  Will you be there?" 
she asked.

"Only if you will."

"I can't wait," she said, working her finger into me and getting it wet.  
Then she brought it to her nose and smelled it.  "Oh Christine, I want you 
so bad."

"I know," I said, desperately needing to make love to her again.

Then she said, "Promise me you won't fuck anyone between now and then.  Save 
up every drop of that sweet girl-cum for me."

"I've already started," I said.

We headed for our planes, and as we hugged goodbye, Laura ignored everyone 
around us and kissed my hard on the mouth.  Then she whispered in my ear, 
"Christine, I love you."

She broke from my arms and ran down the concourse.  As she turned and waved, 
I knew I was just as much in love with her and couldn't wait for her to be 
in my arms again.

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