by Marie LeClare
The hot water cascaded off Marie’s body in the shower, helping her unwind from the day, as she thought of her. Marie had met her when she was 17. Not personally, but only through her erotic lesbian stories.
Stepping out from her bath, and feeling the softness of the towel, Marie tried to get the image of this woman out of her mind. As her hands applied the lotion to her legs she couldn’t take my mind off her. Although Marie had never met her in person, and most probably never would, her thoughts wouldn’t stop, about her. Her. Her was all Marie could think about, as the thoughts continued to invade Marie’s mind.
As Marie moved about in the bedroom, she moved the chair from its usual position in the corner of her bedroom so that it faced the large mirrors on the doors to her closet.
Settling herself comfortably in the chair, Marie looked in the mirror thinking, was she attractive enough for her? Although Marie was considered attractive by many, she gazed at the reflection in the mirror. What she saw was a brunette in a loose, blue satin top just barely held up by thin spaghetti straps, and a matching pair of bikini panties staring back. Some thought Marie was narcissistic. That was true to some extent.
Since Marie had started modeling, she was told she was beautiful. Although she appreciated it, she had thought her hips were too big. But it was not the sort of blind vanity whereby Marie could not pass a mirror without pausing to check her hair or makeup.
Her self-appreciation was different. Her obsession with her body and her looks were very specific and very sexual.
Marie enjoyed sex. She definitely enjoyed sex. She enjoyed thinking about sexual acts. She enjoyed participating in sexual acts. She enjoyed watching sexual acts. Marie, by any interpretation, loved sex. It was therefore very natural that Marie enjoyed looking at her own body for it oozed sexuality. Her lovers, only female, had always enjoyed looking at Marie’s magnificent body. Why should she be any different?
There was certainly a lot there to enjoy. Marie was stunningly proportioned 5’6″. Her lush hair swept to just below her shoulders, ending just before the commencement of the swelling of her beautiful, rounded breasts. Her breasts were like the rest of her, perfectly proportioned to her form and a magnifi- cent C cup. Her waist slimmed nicely before it flared into the softly rounded hips of a woman. Her legs tapered gracefully to the ground and gave the impression of going on forever. She had enjoyed moderate success as a model.
The only thing that Marie enjoyed more than looking at her own body was having someone else enjoy looking at it. The only thing she enjoyed more than touching herself was having someone else touch her. It didn’t really matter if that someone were old or young, as long as it was a female. For you see, Marie was a confirmed lesbian.
Marie had taken care over the years to avoid flaunting her love of sex in public, but neither had she cloistered herself.
Marie had the house to herself. And she thoroughly intended to enjoy herself. The fact that she didn’t have a lover for the evening in no way would prevent her from achieving the sexual pleasures she so desperately desired.
Frequently Marie found pleasure as well as relief in masturbation, while fantasies of dominating another woman, or the odd time being submissive, danced in her head. She had never considered pleasing herself to be an act of desperation, something to be undertaken only as a last resort when the absence of adult companionship had reached a breaking point.
On the contrary, Marie had never been one to reject the pleasures that sex might offer, and who knew how to please her better than herself.
Marie carefully studied the image of the seductress in the mirror. Only the shimmer of her long, lustrous hair surpassed the shimmer of her satin top. Though the top hid some of the rounded contours of her breasts, her hard nipples were quite apparent.
She pressed the two protruding bumps with her fingers and shivered slightly at the delightful sensations that rippled through her body and telegraphed promises of greater delights straight down to her pussy. Marie could feel the twinge of tension deep within her womanhood that commenced the familiar climb to even greater and more delicious responses.
Marie settled more comfortably in the chair and let her hands cup and cradle her breasts. With light, rhythmic motions Marie caressed her sensitive rock hard nipples. Sometimes when she masturbated she paid a great deal of attention to her breasts. Other times she almost ignored them and went directly to her pussy for her pleasure. Tonight was shaping up as a breast night.
The satin felt exquisite against her skin. Slick and cool on her soft, warm flesh. Marie marveled at how her mammary manipulation felt stimulating and soothing at the same time. The urge for flesh on flesh eventually won out. Sitting up slightly, Marie crossed her arms and slipped the top up and off. She settled back and her hands returned to cuddling her breasts. Now she could enjoy the sight, as well as the sensations, of her beautiful boobs.
Light, feathery caresses alternated with firm, intense strokes as Marie squeezed and rubbed her gorgeous girl treasures. When not playing with the full, rounded mass of her breasts, she was pinching and pulling on the hard little nipples that were standing so defiantly erect. Rhythmic contractions deep within her pussy grew stronger and faster as Marie’s nips tantalizing created the desired result.
She squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples as a delightful little orgasm pulsed through her loins. The moist evidence of her arousal was soaking through the crotch of her sexy, blue panties.
Marie’s hands left her breasts and cupped the soft bulge of her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as her hips rolled her pussy against her hands. It felt so good.
Her fingers scratched lightly over the taut strip of panty covering her pussy. The sensations transmitted through to her delicate folds were wonderful. Up and down the length of her pussy her fingers traced a line. A rich, earthy female scent filled the air.
Her hips raised slightly as Marie hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her beautiful ass. She then wiggled that beautiful ass back into her chair and pulled her legs up towards her. Down and off her panties went. Marie moved her legs apart and studied the wondrous little spot that was her pussy.
Marie had learned so much about pleasing herself and others since her first tentative explorations of her pussy so long ago. From her earliest probing born of normal, natural curiosity about herself, Marie had been driven to push her sexual horizons. Her discoveries with, her best friend from elementary school right through high school, taught her that love and sex with girls could be wonderful.
As much as Marie enjoyed learning, she enjoyed putting what she had learned to good use. She knew from long experience the best ways to create exquisite sexual delights for herself as well as others. And she didn’t intend to permit an opportunity to pleasure herself to slip away in idle reminiscing.
Marie’s hand slid inward over her rounded hip and tight tummy, heading relentlessly towards her lush, pouty pussy lips. Down over these protruding folds her fingers danced. Her body shivered in response as her pussy trembled under the tender tickling touch.
Her fingers paused at the center of her pussy momentarily, then drove inward, parting her delicate folds and plunging deep into her warm tight pussy. Marie groaned and held her hand tightly to her crotch as her wiggling fingers created new sorts of pleasures from within her body. Her free hand squeezed the firm orb of her breast and pulled and pinched her erect nipple.
Drawing her breast to her mouth Marie licked her erect nipple before drawing it into her mouth and sucking. Biting down on her nipple slightly, her body squirmed and her hips rolled as new waves of sexual delight grew and surged. Lost in her self-induced garden of sexual delights.
Taking her eyes away from the mirror for a moment and reaching for something hidden next to her in the chair, Marie drew out a long, thick, flesh colored vibrator. It was about eight inches long and perhaps an inch and a half in diameter. Marie cradled it between her hands and lifted it to her lips. Her mouth parted and her tongue flicked out and ran up the length of the vibrator from its fat little mushroom head to the far end of its shaft.
Returning her gaze to the mirror, Marie was surprised that the reflection smiling back had changed to that of a woman with red hair. Slightly older than Marie, and thinner, perhaps even shorter but with beautiful 34B breasts. All at once Marie instinctively knew who it was. It was her. The smile was urging Marie on.
After licking her vibrator, who she had named buzz, Marie lowered it and positioned the tip of the blunt mushroom head against the flowering wet lips of her pussy.
Slowly and gently Marie worked the vibrator’s tip around her hot wet pussy, opening the lips of her sex and lubricating her plastic lover. Once both her pussy and her vibrator were sufficiently prepared, Marie slipped the tip of the vibrator between her pussy lips and started to slide it slowly into her aching, receptive pussy.
Slowly the head of the vibrator parted Marie’s delicate folds, opening and spreading them for the length of shaft yet to come. The head disappeared into Marie’s pussy. The full lips folded over on themselves slightly and was tugged inward by the friction being applied against them by the vibrator’s thickness. Inch by inch the plastic vibrator wormed its way into Marie’s body. She could feel her pussy quiver around the vibrator, and a series of small orgasms surged through her body.
As Marie returned her eyes to the woman in the mirror she began to pump the vibrator faster and used her other hand to find her wet swollen clit and cuddle it between her fingers.
Orgasm after orgasm washed over her as she fucked herself until one last mind blowing orgasm hit her like an explosion, and she fell back in the chair.
Looking back to the mirror, the woman had disappeared, and only Marie’s contented face reflected back. Was the woman really there? Marie knew she was, only because she wanted it to be her.