Karen at the crossroads: Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Karen at the crossroads: Pt. 01

... women, I guess I was still in denial."

Karen looked at her and smiled and squeezed Allegra's hand.

"Well, I'm glad you've resolved that issue."

They exchanged knowing smiles and quickened their step.

*

Karen needed more hot water. She had become accustomed to the bath's temperature and she felt it had cooled. She turned the faucet and didn't dilute the water with cold. In the meantime she got a cake of olive oil soap, recently acquire in Paris along with the almond oil, soaped up a flannel and began to give herself a good scrubbing. She soaped up her arms, her armpits, her breasts (tits as she called them when with another woman). Then she knew she'd have to do 'down there'. She washed out the flannel and re-soaped it. Then she knelt in the bath and began first to wash her vulva--the coarse flannel playing merry hell with her clit--and then her bottom (or ass as she called her derrière when with a girl). She inserted the first knuckle of her index finger, wrapped in the flannel, in her bottom. She squirmed, not so pleasant. She also washed the entrance to her vagina (cunt or quim, when she was with a girl, she'd grown to dislike 'pussy', a word that really didn't rise to the challenge of the object it was describing) and that was much more pleasant. She lay back down again and focused on the Bach. Jarrett was up to the Prelude in E. Such lightness and intricacy of musical line mesmerised her. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the water envelop ...

... her.

*

When they got to the hotel another couple, a man and a woman, were waiting to use the elevator and entered it with them. Social smiles and nods were exchanged. The couple were headed for a floor well about theirs so they waited, all the while trying to appear nonchalant and unconnected, for the elevator to get to the 11th floor.

"I thought it would take forever," Allegra said as put her arm around Karen's waist on the way to her room. The door had barely closed and the Italian grabbed Karen, drew her close and nuzzled her neck and nibbled her ear. Karen's knees wobbled. She loved the attention and Allegra's slight height advantage made Allegra seem strong. Usually Karen led. This time Allegra was asserting herself. Her hand caressed Karen's right breast and her mouth moved to meet Karen's. Her tongue parted Karen's lips and licked her teeth, then met no resistance as Karen offered Allegra her tongue. They hugged each other tight as, mouths fully open, they sucked and stabbed each other's tongue, drinking each others aural juices. They parted.

"Fuck," said Karen breathily. "You are a fabulous kisser."

Allegra smile, eyeing her lustfully.

"May I undress you?" Allegra asked coquettishly.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Allegra unbuttoned Karen's Jill Sander silk white shirt, taking care with the buttons on the cuffs. She pushed it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She lent forward and kissed Karen's cleavage, nicely created by her La Perla white ...