Date: Tue, 6 Aug 2002 03:16:00 EDT
From: Cancer33SS@aol.com
Subject: Clear Encounter

Some friends of mine invited me to house watch for them for a week in July. I
didn't hesitate for a moment. I had them E-mail the directions, and waited
impatiently for the day to arrive. I invited Elizabeth to come with me. I
thought it would be fun to have some company in the mansion out in the
country. Elizabeth and I had met for coffee a few times at the local
bookstore. I wasn't sure if she knew about my sexuality. She always talked
about men, but she seemed pretty open-minded.

I met her at the corner store. She gave a smile and followed me in her car
down the highway. She was stunning. I looked at her in the rearview mirror as
we left the interstate and traveled down a country road. She had the top down
and her long hair blew in the wind. She appeared to be singing along with the
radio. I veered off to the left on the long gravel road that led to the
house. The little red car pulled in behind me.

Spruce pines lined the drive and the house was completely secluded. I turned
the curve and the gorgeous house came into view. My jaw dropped as I pulled
up. A huge round fountain sprayed water and the lawn was well kept. A smiling
Dalmatian greeted me as I opened the car door and stepped out. I grabbed my
bag out of the trunk, and Elizabeth and I made our way to the front door.

I unlocked the door and walked inside. The ceilings were cathedral ceilings.
Huge oil paintings lined the wall of the foyer. The walls were stone. The
floors were gray slate. I walked around a corner and flipped the light on. A
sparkling chandelier hung down in the living room over a grand piano. At the
far end was a fireplace. The entire setting was immaculate. We toured the
house together stopping in each room to comment on the slender.

I placed my bag on a queen sized canopy bed and Elizabeth took the room
across the hall. Her room had a sunken tub in one corner, and mine had a
fireplace in the sitting room. I felt like I had just walked into a live
taping of "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous." I headed back to the kitchen
while she settled in on the white leather sofa in the den. I found the wine
and filled two pewter goblets to the rim with the red liquid. It's aroma
alone made my mouth water.

Walking back into the den, I noticed that she had the TV set on the Playboy
channel. She fumbled with the remote trying to change the station quickly.
Her cheeks were flushed in embarrassment, but I assured her that there was
nothing to be alarmed about. I handed her the cup and she practically gulped
the entire amount. I offered to fix her something a bit stiffer from the bar,
but she declined. She said that she would take some more wine. I leaned and
picked up her empty cup and headed back to the kitchen.

Her shyness disappeared in my absence. I guess the impact of the wine
approached a little faster than she had determined. Upon my return, she was
very open and smiley. I noticed how her eyes sparkled when she laughed. I
complemented her candor and she blushed again looking down at the white
carpet. Our friendship was so new, but then again, maybe this would be the
perfect opportunity to get to know a little about each other. I almost felt
intimidated.

I sipped the wine wondering if the entire week would be this way. I decided
to go swimming to break the nervous air between us and left to change into my
bathing suit. I was almost shocked when she said that she would join me. I
opened the double doors leading out to the pool and flipped on the lights.
The kidney shaped pool lit up and came to life. I dropped my towel onto the
lounge chair and dove into the water. The warmth was welcomed and refreshing.
I surfaced just in time to see Elizabeth walking out. She was absolutely
breathtaking.

The black bikini intensified her tan. I had to look away or she would surely
know what I was thinking. I knew it was evident in my eyes. She stepped up on
the board. She ran, then sprung high into the air. When her back faced me
during her dive, I noticed that her ass was exposed in the bottoms. My eyes
got big. She was wearing a G-string bikini. I watched as she kicked off of
the bottom of the pool and resurfaced about a foot from me. Her wet hair was
sleek, and shiny.  Her eyes looked enchanting, as beads of water rolled off
of her brown face.

We treaded water and talked about the house. Elizabeth's tone suddenly
exposed a different facet. She said "I have a confession to make...I knew
that you were a lesbian the first time I approached you." I was shocked. My
appearance does not make me detectable at all. "How did you know?" She went
on to tell me that she asked a mutual friend. I felt "outed" but also
relieved. Perhaps there was something with Elizabeth that I had overlooked
along the way. Why else would she be asking?

She swam circles around me. The little bubbles tickled across my skin as they
twirled around. The sensation, I imagined, was like swimming in an enormous
glass of champagne. Her hand brushed across my back as she rounded me. It
sent a vibe through my body and I felt my nipples harden in my top. I felt
her hot hands slide into mine under the water. She pulled herself close to me
and kissed me softly on the lips. My lips parted and my tongue licked at
hers. She tasted like wine. She tasted warm. I felt a volcano forming between
my legs. Building strength with each passing moment...each touch.

My hands ventured down to her ass cheeks. Her muscles were tone and they
flexed as she swayed her feet to help keep us afloat. We moved over the
steps. I sat down on the second one. The water level was just above my neck.
She sat straddling me. I envisioned her sliding onto an erect strap on as she
began humping slowly against me. She parted my knees with her leg and slipped
against me. Her knee, as part of her teasing game, slid across my aching
crotch. The molten lava was rising in my volcano. I untied the straps to her
top.

Her full boobs bounced out into view. Her nipples were the color of hot
chocolate. I imagined them to taste even as delicious. I moved my mouth on
her aureola. She tasted like chlorine. Her flesh felt so hot on my tongue. I
gently took the tip between my teeth and held it in place. I flicked my
tongue repetitively against it...across it. Her body squirmed down hard
against me. I parted my legs further hoping that she would make some type of
contact with my throbbing clit.

She leaned into me and whispered seductively in my ear, "you didn't think you
would get it that easy did you?" My whole body was aroused and every sense
was intensified. I felt like my heart would leap out of my chest at any
moment. I sat smiling as I watched her walk across the white cobblestones
back to the house. She leaned to pick up her towel, then disappeared inside
the French doors. I tried to be coy and sit still like I was in total
control, but the pounding down below made me crawl out of the water to
follow.

I tiptoed through the house looking for my mysterious friend. I heard a
rattle down the hall and stepped slowly and cautiously, like a cat, in it's
direction. I paused every few steps to listen. There was total darkness which
made the playground equal for us both. I couldn't see her, but she couldn't
see me either. I reached out for a light switch and felt long, soft, damp
hair. I pulled her close to me and kissed her even deeper than
before...slowly...erotically. Her bottoms were gone and she pushed her damp
crotch against my thigh.

I felt behind her for the wall and eased her against it. My hand trailed down
and pushed her legs slightly apart. Two fingers slid in her folds. She was so
wet that the palm of my hand filled up instantly. "I have an idea" she
stated. I had liked her ideas so far. I was open for just about anything at
this point. She took my hand and led me back into the light of the kitchen.
She had no tan lines and was shaved bare...an exhibitionist, I imagined.

She told that she wanted to give me a table top dance with a twist. I was
grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't believe all of this was happening. I
almost felt like that at any minute a group of people were going to jump out
of nowhere and yell "Surprise!!!" I paused in my tracks as she sat down on
the glass top table and lifted herself up on it slowly. The table was huge
and thick. It sat solid on two marble pedestals. She pointed to the rug
underneath. I chuckled at the idea. I got on my knees and crawled under her
on the floor.

I looked up at her long tanned legs through the glass. She ran her fingers
through her hair rustling it up, playfully. She got on her hands and knees
and looked down at me with a devilish expression. I wondered if she could see
me or her own reflection in the glass. Her pouty lips drew me in...perhaps
further than I had intended on going. I laid on my back and watched as she
began a dance of seduction above me. She parted her feet and danced into a
squatting position over me. Her wetness was evident and I wanted so much to
taste her.

She placed a finger on each side of her clitoris and gently spread her lips
apart. I could see the pink flesh inside. I could see that she was swollen
with desire. A drop of her cum slipped out and dripped on the table. I had
the urge to touch myself. I wasn't sure how much more I could stand before I
crawled out. I wanted to put her on her back and push my deep tongue inside
of her. I watched as she took her index finger and slipped it inside her
tunnel. She pulled some moisture out and spread it in circular motion on her
clit.

She sensed my lack of patience and lifted one finger up directing me not to
move. I watched as she pushed two fingers inside with one hand and flicked
her finger tip across her clit. Her legs relaxed and the muscles in her
vagina expanded and retracted around her fingers. She pumped them in and out.
She was going to cum and all I could do was watch. My bathing suit bottom was
drenched from my juice at this point. My mouth was dry, and I could hardly
breath. I watched in awe as she pumped in and out faster until her entire
body convulsed into orgasm. She tossed her head back and moaned out.

I couldn't handle it any longer. I crawled off of the rug and stood up facing
her. I pulled my suit down and kicked it across the floor. Now on her back,
looking at me, she had an afterglow and an evil grin. I crawled on top of her
and kissed her mouth. She spread her legs as I lowered myself on her. My
clit, engorged, found hers and mashed down against it. It was warm and
slippery against me. I slid up on down slowly. My clit seemed to part her
labia and form excellent friction inside.

I felt like gasoline was pumping through my veins as I moved faster against
her. My body was hot. I was on fire. Sweat formed on my brow as I rocked
harder and deeper against her. The volcano was reaching it's boiling point.
Our lips clung to each other as our shaved mounds became one. She moaned into
my mouth as I the first quake hit me. The climax picked up momentum and soon
was a full blow explosion. I came deep inside and outside. Every ounce of
energy flowed out of my body into hers.

I looked into her eyes and I knew that I was in trouble. I knew that I had
went past my limits and all of my personal boundaries were erased. My heart
was going places that it had been reluctant to travel before. I rolled off of
her and cuddled against her...pushing her hair out of her face. I traced her
lips, her eyes, and her cheeks with my fingertip. We laid there on the table
top just staring into each others eyes. No words were spoken. No words were
needed.

The entire week was lovely. We made love in every room of the house,
including on the pool table in the recreation room. I cooked romantic
dinners, gave her full body massages, and each night I fell asleep beside her
with my arms wrapped tight around her body and soul. Who would ever imagine
that housesitting could be so fun?

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