Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2007 13:44:41 +1000 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: An Alternative Episode

This story is called An Alternative Episode and is a
story of lesbian sex between two adult consenting women.

I write stories for my own entertainment but in posting
them to Nifty I hope others read them and enjoy them too.

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AN ALTERNATIVE EPISODE

Sometimes I find myself day dreaming about what might
have been if I hadn't met Madeline. For one thing I don't
think I would be in this state of almost permanent
arousal. I see her so infrequently these days that if I
relied on her solely for relief it would be months in
between sexually satisfying encounters. Of recent times
I've been exchanging messages with a girl who's now told
me that she isn't a straight out lesbian but that she's a
bi girl.

Thinking back to when I was married I know that as much
as my former husband wanted sex I wanted it just as much.
But, since he cheated on me I've only had sex with other
women and frankly I've not been disappointed,
satisfaction, as they say in the advertisements, is
guaranteed. Of course Madeline is my favourite partner
but when she's away or otherwise engaged I have to rely
on myself for my satisfaction and relief. So the question
is should I widen the net and go looking for another
partner.

Whilst I'm not particularly looking I do see some very
nice women taking their children to school so I guess
that most of them are married. I need to be careful
though as I understand that eastern Europeans of the
orthodox faiths wear their wedding rings on their right
hands. Not that I give it much thought but perhaps Asians
wear theirs on their right hands too. There are some very
delectable Asians bringing their kids to school and I've
chatted with one, don't know if she's given me her real
name or whether it's one she'd rather be known by. She
calls herself Min Tran and her daughter is in the same
class as my young twins. We met at the school gate and
chatted for a while and then went our separate ways when
the kids came out. But, since then we've chatted for a
few minutes each day before we break up and the other day
she asked me if I could give her a lift, she had to go to
a store in the opposite direction to where she lived. It
wasn't a problem and once we'd got the kids in the back
of the car we went to this shop specialising in Asian
vegetables. Whilst I've tasted some before I haven't
tasted an awful lot but this part of Australia is about
the same distance south of the equator as Vietnam is
north of it so growing conditions are comparable.
Fortunately for the Australian agricultural industry the
seasons are reversed, summer in Vietnam is winter in
northern Australia and vice versa which means the
Australian industry can fill the vacancy left by the
Vietnamese winter and supply vegetables there.

Min (every time I hear her name I have to chuckle
thinking of one of the Goon Show characters, a British
comedy show from years ago) bought some vegies that
frankly looked awful but she assured me they were very
nice. She also persuaded me to buy some fruit, again it
didn't look very palatable but I decided to give it a go.
So, Min was even further from her home than before but it
wasn't a problem to run them back home. She invited us in
for a cup of tea and when it came I had to prevent myself
from making strangulation noises, it wasn't to my taste
at all. However, I managed to not make a "show" of
myself.

She showed me how to prepare some of the vegetables and
fruit and I must say when treated as Min treated them the
aroma was, in most cases, quite pleasant. I wouldn't say
that they would begin to form part of my regular diet but
occasionally they could be quite nice. I suppose the real
effect of the afternoon was that Min and I now seemed to
have started a friendship and I was becoming very
attached to her, not sexually yet but just as a very nice
friend.

The kids liked her and they decided that they would call
her auntie Min. Seeing that she didn't mind, her little
girl, strangely called Alice, decided that if my kids
could call her auntie Min then so would she. It was
difficult to explain that she couldn't call her own
mother "auntie" but arguing with a child is sometimes
counter productive so we settled on her calling me auntie
Erica.

Both of us complained about the weather especially the
humidity and how it made everything cling to you. I could
see that her dress, whatever a Vietnamese dress is
called, was clinging to her showing off her little bottom
but not her breasts. In line with most other Asian women
she didn't have an awful lot to show but then again
neither did I. However, the continual shaking of her
dress to try and create a breeze was making her dress
move further along her thighs with every shake. The
question crossed my mind, as it had as a schoolgirl, did
Asian women's pussies go from "north to south" as mine
did or did it go "east to west" as I'd heard the boys at
school laughing about.

Unconsciously I'd started to chuckle to myself and when
she'd asked me to let her in on the joke I couldn't tell
her. She'd persisted, however, and once I was sure she
wouldn't be offended I told her what was in my mind.
Rather than being offended she thought it was an enormous
joke and immediately lifted her dress and showed me.
Goodness, it was the prettiest little thing I'd ever seen
with not a hair to be seen. Being of a very slight
physique it appeared smaller than mine and when she
laughed and said that Asian girls wondered whether Anglo-
Saxon or other European women went "east to west" we'd
both laughed out loud. Well she said, you've seen mine so
how about letting me see yours. I don't think many women
get requests like that so I thought this woman is not
behind the door when it comes to coming forward but I
just giggled such a little girl laugh and said that I was
wearing panties. That's OK she'd said, just pull them to
one side and I can see you then.

She was quite straight to the point when she said that
you've seen mine so let me see yours. I'd hesitantly
pulled my skirt up for her to see but she was adamant
that seeing my panties was not showing her my pussy. It
was Min that had reached over and pulled my panties out
of the way and as she had her fingertips had grazed my
pussy. You know how sensitive I am down there so I'd
flinched when she touched me and when she pulled my
panties aside to get a closer look at the real thing
she'd pursed her lips and said something in Vietnamese
that I'd presumed meant something like "fuck, what a
lovely pussy". Whereas I'd turned my eyes away from her
pussy when I'd seen it Min certainly didn't turn her eyes
away from mine and her stares had made me very nervous
but more than that she'd probably noticed some moisture
on my pussy lips. If she hadn't she wasn't very observant
but she couldn't have failed to see it, her hand was
still holding my panties out of the way.

I hadn't known what to do, should I pull her hand away?
Should I close my legs? Should I do what I would have
done with Madeline and close my eyes almost as an
invitation to penetrate me with at least one of her
fingers. But, as you know, it had been ages since I'd
seen Madeline so that was a thought that had only
tortured me. I had a finger so close to me and I knew
that its penetration would lead me to heaven.

I'm not sure whether it had been Min that had parted my
legs just a little further or whether, as an act of
involuntary submission, I'd opened them myself.
Notwithstanding who had done it I found myself wishing
that she'd slide it in and thankfully she hadn't waited
for an invitation, she'd slid one finger, oh so tiny, in
my pussy. I think that had been when I had given myself
away as I think I sighed for her and slid a little
further down on the seat. Without a kiss or a touch on my
breast she'd teased my pussy with just one finger before
pulling it out and saying that the humidity in this part
of Australia was killing her. She'd complained about
getting skin problems with continually sweating and she
even had problems keeping her pussy dry.

How could she do that, she'd got me to the verge of an
orgasm then pulled her finger out of my pussy and just
walked away to start peeling vegetables. Was I that ugly
that she didn't want to finish me off or did she have
another reason, perhaps she was married and her husband
would have been expected home shortly. I was confused by
her actions and if she'd left the room I'd have taken
care of myself but she was stood over by the sink as
unconcerned as she could possibly be.

Nothing else was going to happen as far as I could see so
there seemed to be no point in hanging around any
further. I'd stood and called my kids to come inside and
we'd be going home. Of course they didn't come in without
complaining but I was firm with them and we were out the
door and getting in the car. Min came round to the
driver's side and ignoring the kids who were chattering
away to Alice she kissed me again and this time directly
on the lips. Nothing more came of the kiss except a
little smile. Was it a smile that said you've given
yourself away Erica? If I had I was very disappointed not
to have got something more from her, perhaps if she'd
wanted she could have touched my breast, the kids
wouldn't have seen it, they'd been far too busy
chattering away to Alice.

As I went to drive away Min had said, in her sweet little
Vietnamese voice, "oh, Elica, glib me your mobile phone
numma" (not meaning to be nasty but that's how it sounded
to me) it could be handy for either of us if something
goes wrong perhaps with the kids. As I'd gone to write it
down on a pad she'd stood very close to me with the car
door open and her hand had been on my knee. When I'd
given her the paper with the number she'd kissed me again
and her hand had slid just a little further along my leg.
As I drove away she'd given me smile, I wondered for ages
what it had meant, but she'd just waved leaving me in a
quandary and letting my imagination run wild with her
holding me down on the bed and kissing me and feeling my
breasts.

There are times when I think to myself that I'm not a
very good mother, a woman is nice to me and I've
practically got my panties down around my ankles with the
kids almost within arms length. What on earth am I
thinking of? Perhaps it was because she was "exotic"
being Vietnamese, I couldn't think of any other reason or
at least not just then.

As the weeks passed Min and I had seen a lot of each
other meeting at the school gates, driving to the
vegetable store and returning to her house for afternoon
tea so we'd began to feel really easy with each other. I
noticed that she'd often looked at my breasts and I'd
felt that my legs were interesting to her. She hadn't
made any remarks but I'd felt her glances whenever I'd
crossed my legs and I'd suspected that she'd either seen
my panties or wished she'd seen them. Frankly I'd been
beginning to feel as though nothing would happen but one
afternoon she'd asked me if I was curious about her. I'd
been curious since the first time we'd met and she went
on to tell me that after her family had escaped from
Vietnam they'd been near an air force base and the people
at the base hadn't had much to entertain them.
Consequently, the men had gone looking for women and the
women had, well what could they do, there are brothels
for men but women have to find their own relief. But,
she'd said, she'd found a way to entertain the women at
the base. She'd gone to a restaurant near the base one
night and one of the male members of the service had
approached her for a "good time" but she'd rejected him.
Being more than a little drunk he'd "mouthed off at her"
using some not very nice language and a female military
policewoman had threatened to throw him out.

Apparently Min had told the policewoman that she was
quite capable of taking care of herself and when the
policewoman had offered to escort her out of the
restaurant she'd taken the policewoman's hand and let her
lead her outside. Being a very resourceful woman, when
they got outside Min had kissed her and despite the
policewoman's protests she'd returned the kiss. So, Min
had taken the policewoman, Nancy, behind the restaurant
and unfastened her trousers, lowered them to the ground
and proceeded to kiss her pussy. Nancy, far from being
surprised, had held Min to her and started thrusting her
hips at her until she practically fell to the ground with
her pussy firmly attached to Min's mouth and even then
Min had not let go.

When she'd finished orgasming Nancy had said oh my, that
was wonderful, can I bring one of my friends to meet you
and they'd agreed to meet the next evening somewhere
quiet. As promised Min had been waiting for Nancy and her
friend Carol and taking their hands she'd led them to a
room she'd rented behind a shop. No fees had been
discussed at this time but Nancy having had the pleasure
of Min's attentions the previous evening let Carol have
the first go. Suffice it to say that Min had apparently
fucked them both silly before they parted.

Both of the women had been delighted with Min's services
(I'm only repeating what Min told me) and they'd said
they could organise quite a number of service women who
wanted this kind of attention. Things had been looking up
for Min and as a result of the increase in custom she'd
rented a shop of her own. When I say "things had been
looking up" I mean anything was better than nothing and
prior to meeting the women Min had been on the verge of
starvation. The women had found her talents awesome and
although, of course, she couldn't satisfy them all they'd
at last found somewhere where they could look after each
other in privacy and Min introduced some other young
women to the business.

In just a few short months Min had stopped servicing
servicewomen and left that to her staff that she had
medically examined on a regular basis. Her bank balance
had, so she'd said, started to grow quite nicely and the
only women that Min serviced were Nancy and Carol who,
now being friends, were charged at a special rate if at
all.

She'd explained to the girls that she wanted to get out
of South East Asia and into one of the western countries
and Nancy made the suggestion that perhaps Australia
could be the right place for her. She understood and had
experienced the climate in northern Australia and found
it to be quite similar to South East Asia but she had no
idea how to go about getting there.

One thing that I've found about Min is that she's
resourceful and she'd pulled a few strings with "favours"
and threats to important people and she and her little
daughter, who'd been kept concealed from everybody, had
soon been on their way. Where the daughter had come from
I've never found out, it's been her secret since I've met
her. But, I've got off the track here a little but it did
explain how she learned how to torment and tease women.
Was she continuing with her talents here with me or was
she just not interested in me?

We'd continued to meet on a regular basis to talk outside
school, to shop and to drink tea together but nothing
further had come of it. I'd become very disappointed with
her because besides liking her as a friend I did indeed
fancy her. She was so much different to any other woman
I'd met, most women who were interested in other women
would come straight out and say so. Madeline had picked
me up when she was only sixteen and it had she that had
taught me most of what I know about lesbian sex. If it
came to thrills she was the one that had given me most of
them with her absolute dominance over me. If Min was
interested why didn't she make an advance on me?

This had gone on for several more weeks when I despaired
of it ever happening. One afternoon when we sat for our
regular cup of tea she'd touched me in one of those
familiar ways, her hand just brushing my bottom and the
smile when she did was delicious. I'd thought the next
time she does that I'm going to grab her hand and stick
it under my skirt. These thoughts had been running
through my head and mind and she took me completely by
surprise when she'd said to me "are you ready for me to
fuck you now". I'm been ready for weeks but been too
frightened to tell her and now here she was asking me if
I was ready. Frankly I nearly swallowed my tongue and as
I'd answered I was tripping over my tongue speaking
"gibberish" as I'd said "oh yes, I've been ready since I
first met you". There are some rules she'd said and "the
most important one is that you get it when I say you can
have it. Is that acceptable?" what could I say? Here she
was offering to give me what I'd wanted and now she'd
given me the chance to get it.

"Well", she'd said, "is that acceptable"? I `d only
muttered, "yes of course". "Tomorrow I will find someone
to mind the kids and I'll bring you here and take you
into my secret chamber". That had worried me, what on
earth could be in her secret chamber but she'd gone on to
assure me that there was nothing to be frightened of and
she'd taken me into a room that I hadn't realised
existed. It was very Asian, not that I knew what "really
Asian" looked like but it was as I would have imagined an
Asian room to look.

She'd sat me on the bed and taking out a "thing" from a
cupboard she'd shown me what she liked. Frankly it was a
monster and for such a little woman to say she could take
that frightened the life out of me. Would she expect me
to take all of that? That was as far as we went that
afternoon except for the kiss on the bed as she sat me
down on the edge of the mattress. She'd slipped her hand
inside my dress and twisted my nipple, turning it
clockwise and then counter clock wise before just
dragging her hand out from the top of my dress and
pushing it under my skirt and pulling my panties down at
the front. As I started to move my bottom to let her get
to me easier she'd just pushed her stiffened finger
against my panties and pushed it and the silky material
of my panties inside my pussy. Lots of hot fluid were let
loose on my panties and I was sure that some of it had
leaked through onto her finger. I must have been right
because she pushed her finger as far into her throat as
she could and made such a sucking noise that I almost wet
my panties.

My god, she'd done it again, got my pussy wet and moved
away from me. I'd waited hoping that she'd return but she
went into the kitchen and continued dealing with
vegetables. I'm sorry but I couldn't wait and I stood in
front of her and masturbated while she calmly peeled
potatoes. As my creamy "cum" spurted from my pussy she
calmly pushed my hand out of the way and collected some
of my "cum" on her hand and bringing it up to her mouth
and nose she'd sniffed it just like a wine connoisseur
sniffing wine before tasting it. I fully expected her to
try and swirl it around the palm of her hand but she did
what I'd wanted her to do for ages and she licked it off
her palm. Um, she'd said, that's tasty but I wasn't
interested in her comments I wanted her to give me some
to "eat" but she'd kept it all to herself.

Turning her back to me she'd said I think you'd better
get dressed Erica the kids will be in soon. I was
devastated, I was propping up the sink absolutely
exhausted but I would have willingly continued if she'd
shown any real interest in me.

Unfortunately, she hadn't shown any more interest in me
but when the kids had come inside she'd taken me out to
the car and as before she'd come around to my side and as
I sat in the driving seat she slid her hand under me
between my skirt and my bottom touching my anus as she
did. I'd reached out to touch her but she'd moved just
that little bit that took her too far away from me to
touch her pussy but she did relent a little and moved
until she had my hand on her breast. With that she'd
given me a tongue kiss and said see you again tomorrow
Erica and we may just play a little more if I feel like
it. "IF I FEEL LIKE IT", how much more could this woman
tease me but my mind had raced back to her servicing
other women and from what she'd told me driven them crazy
with her tongue and fingers.

I'd began to think that it would never happen but even if
it was only once I'd at least have felt her skills taking
me to the brink and leaving me there temporarily. I'd
been prepared to wait until she was ready to take me
there again and again and again before eventually letting
me explode inside and spew "cum" all over her preferably
wetting her face to let her know that I had my own way of
punishing her. But, it hadn't been punishing her had it?
She'd been overjoyed to think that she, this little
Vietnamese refugee had driven one of those physically
bigger whites absolutely crazy in exactly the same way
that she'd done it to those lady sailors so may years
ago.

But how did she do it? Rather than have me on the bed
she'd pulled out a bench of the kind that we'd had in the
gym at school. It had been about 8 or 10 inches wide so
that when she'd lay me on it my legs dangled over the
side so only my body had been supported. With my legs
dangling my pussy was wide open or had been when she'd
taken my panties off and she'd pulled me right to the end
so that she could kneel at the end on the floor and put
my thighs over her shoulders. Of course that had put my
pussy exactly where she'd wanted it and with her well
practiced tongue, it had been inside of quite a few lady
sailors pussies, she driven it deep inside me with her
lips hitting against my pussy lips like a speeding train
ramming against the buffers when it over shoots it's
stop.

She was damned good with her mouth and when her lips went
to work on my loose flesh alongside my pussy sucking me
into her mouth I knew that I'd have bruises in the
morning so I had to make sure I had my shower alone
rather than with one of the kids. I'd rather hoped that
by then she'd have used her fingers on me and parted my
lips so she could look inside and see all the really
interesting bits lodged in there. But, no, she continued
on with her mouth sucking me even further from my pussy
and the sensation had been something that I'd never felt
before and I couldn't be sure that I'd ever want it again
but, it was successful. I'd been moaning and groaning and
pressing my pussy against her little Vietnamese mouth,
that oh so pretty and talented mouth.

I knew I was about to "cum" when I felt the first of
those tremors that felt something like the way I get when
I've got a chill and the cold strikes straight through me
but I'd never had a tremor like this before. I could feel
my hips lifting me up to meet her mouth even more but she
moved her lips to my clit and sucked it in to her mouth
as hard as she could and without a doubt the push that
sent her fingers inside me were as hard as anything I'd
felt before. My pussy gushed and quivered so she must
have felt it on her lips and as I started to ease myself
back onto the bench she sat back and smiled at me saying
don't tell me that you've had a better fuck than that
before.

I couldn't answer just yet, I couldn't get my breath and
as my breathing started to slow and my heart stopped
pounding in my chest I'd heard this awful noise in my
head and thought perhaps I'd had a heart attack but after
a few seconds I realised what it was. Damn and blast, of
all things to happen, the alarm clock was ringing it's
fool head off and all of this excitement had been no more
than a dream. The bed however, had been very wet and the
bed clothes had been all tangled up so it must have been
an excellent dream but one thing was for sure I'd feel
very embarrassed when I met Min the next time outside the
school.