Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2019 11:09:58 +1000
From: Robert Davidson <robertdavidson663@gmail.com>
Subject: WOMANLY LOVE

*WOMANLY LOVE*

*By Robertodavo

Nothing could have surprised Sally Raymond more than to
learn that she had been allotted to share a room with Roberta at the summer
camp. The Tennis Club had rented a whole house on a time-share basis on the
foreshore at Somerton for the week, during which there would be rigorous
training sessions. Roberta Davis, a woman of thirty-seven and former
champion, was the team coach. Sally watched her now coming off the tennis
court, having won yet another match 6-3, 4-6, 7-5. Nineteen year old Sally
had always been in awe of Roberta. Often she had stood still, staring at
the older woman as though fascinated. She's as far above me as the stars,
thought Sally. She's all I would most like to be. Sally's mind was
constantly reverting to her. Striking-looking, tall and finely built, she
might have stood as a model for a Juno. Her long red hair glowing in the
sunlight. And now as she walked from the tennis court swinging her racket
her eyes caught the gaze of the younger girl. Sally looked immediately
away, a flush mounting to her cheeks, as though caught in a guilty act.
Presently the eyes of the two met as Roberta reached the seats from where
Sally had watched the game. `Hi, Sally. I'm going for a swim. Care to join
me?' `Yes, thanks.' `Got your costume?' `I've got my bikini on underneath.'
`Clever girl. I'll have to change in the shed on the beach.' They made
their way down the narrow stony path that led to the beach. The sea itself
was like a backcloth daub with bright sunlight catching the sandbars in the
bay. Sally waited outside while Roberta went in to change. She always felt
a bit nervous with the older woman, feeling the strain of trying to think
what to say. She stared out across a sunlit sea of brilliant blue to the
tender dove-grey line of the horizon. Sunlight was making diamonds on the
sea. When Roberta emerged from the bathing shed her bathers were a
deeply-cut maillot, drawn high against her thighs revealing the full
maturity of her figure. It fitted her like a skin and was open to the waist
at the back. Sally felt a bit self-conscious as she couldn't seem to stop
looking at her companion. She blushed and averted her eyes as they walked
along the water's edge. The sea lay mirror-smooth, gleaming like old
lacquer. `I'll race you to the sandbank,' Roberta challenged as she danced
into the water. And then they were swimming out to the long sandbar, which
remained uncovered six or seven hours between tides. Then as they swam out
further into the sea Sally forged ahead. All at once she felt something
grab her legs, pulling her under the water. She found herself struggling
with her new friend and felt the other woman's full-breasted body
conforming to the contours of her own slim figure as they laughed together.
Sally wondered at the older woman's explosive energy. She was behaving like
a tomboy trying to outdo an elder brother. After they had swum for about an
hour they returned and lay on the soft warm sand drowsy with the heat of
high summer. The sky above was topaz, the sea shone pale lemon and pearl.
Sally must have dozed off, for she became aware of a change and a heaviness
in the air. The approach of a thunderstorm, no doubt, though the sky was
still serene, Towards evening as the sun was setting the two women found
themselves again together drawn to the beach as if by some prearranged
force over which they had no control. Sally had been as restless as a
barque with no moorings. It was a hot, muggy twilight and the heat was
oppressive and almost airless. The sky was becoming dark and ominous as
they walked along the harder packed sand near the choppy water. Sally
glanced at the other woman noting the raw-silk blouse and the white Bermuda
shorts, the flawless skin of her arms and legs. She found herself
mesmerized, so beautiful the woman. Ahead foaming waves were breaking upon
wet sand. `There's going to be quite a bit of thunder later tonight.' Sally
said at last, `I can feel it in the air.' Roberta turned at looked at the
younger girl. `I don't mind the thunder, it's lightning that scares me
stiff. An oak tree was struck near my home when I was a child, and I've
been terrified ever since.' Sally had thought nothing could have
discomposed the older woman, but we all have our fears, she reasoned. At
last they turned into the path that led back to the guest-house where they
were staying. Roberta took Sally's hand as they made their way through the
dark shadows of the trees. Sally found herself feeling extremely tense, a
tight feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. The tight grasp of
fingers. Their glances met, became strangely entangled. She could not draw
her eyes away. Roberta's forefinger was now stroking the palm of her hand,
and in spite of herself, Sally felt a sudden stirring in her body. She was
instantly afraid and tried to draw away. `Don't be nervous, Sally.' Roberta
seemed to guess what was going on in her mind. `I'm not aiming to seduce
you ...' Sally's heart seemed to do a somersault inside her breast. She felt
her body stiffen. She was very conscious of the delicate whiteness of
Roberta's skin. But her eyes dropped before the other's searching gaze.
Sally made a slight sound in her throat in an attempt to laugh. `I know, I
wasn't ...' she broke off, not knowing what to say. The will of each woman
seemed to be fighting with that of the other. Sally stood looking at the
line of Roberta's body, noting the smooth white flesh of her thighs and
arms. She felt her own stomach rise into her throat. Her eyes would not
meet the older woman's eyes. Roberta was now leaning her weight against the
girl, their bodies touching Their lips met in a long kiss. Roberta kissed
with her open mouth on Sally's, sending a frisson through her whole body.
Her heart pounding under her ribcage. Roberta stirred her but she was
fighting the feeling inside herself. At last she broke away, making her way
alone up along the path. At the top of the rise, Sally turned to look
behind. Roberta had her back to her and was staring out to sea. In front of
the boathouse the surf was pounding on the shore. The storm that had been
threatening would burst in an hour or so. A few minutes later Sally reached
the guest-house and had fastened herself in her room. Only it wasn't solely
her room alone. She was to share it with a woman who had just made a pass
at her. She pressed her thighs against me in such a familiar way, Sally
reflected. At first she had believed the movement was accidental, but that
thigh pressure was quite deliberate. And then had come the kiss - full on
the lips. Sally trembled as she remembered. Sally looked around the
essentially feminine room with its chintz-covered chairs and large
old-fashioned mirror that reflected a good portion of the room. She had
always believed that her admiration of Roberta was without desire, she's me
as I would most like to be, she thought, but now she felt herself disturbed
by the older woman. She made her way into the adjoining bathroom and
prepared the shower. Outside the wind was rising steadily and the rain came
in big splattering drops against the window, She examined herself
critically in the mirror as she undressed. Raven-haired, lobelia-blue eyes,
a clear girlish complexion, she noted the contours of her body, the thrust
of youthful bust, and the firm honey-coloured flesh of arms and shoulders.
Perhaps I'm imagining things, she told her reflection, wishing she were
able to release the thing she felt. She knew that deep down she was
attracted to the woman who represented the deepest vision of herself. She
strove hard to pull herself back from panic. She'd devour me if I'd let
her, she told herself as she finished showering. She's so sleek and
white-skinned as marble, she thought as she toweled her own body. She
fought the feeling inside her. She knotted the belt of her pink cotton robe
over her sheer white nightgown, and went into the bedroom where she combed
her hair in front of the big mirror. It wasn't long before Roberta came
into the room, saying: `I was afraid you had dissolved in the rain, Sally.'
`I -- I, I'm sorry ... I,' she broke off not knowing what to say. `Don't say
it, Sally. Forget it if you will.' How could she forget it? Sally thought.
Her eyes were riveted on the face of the woman. She is the key to the
mysteries, she thought. It was as though Sally was searching for the
essential secret of woman in her, wanting the experience of her female
being. The disturbing nearness of her body, her ivory whiteness, the
perfume of her hair. Because Roberta seemed to be compelling her in some
mysterious way, coming so close to where Sally was seated, as if intimate
with her. Looking into the mirror to see both their reflections, Sally saw
herself as more beautiful when Roberta glanced at her with that detached,
scrutinizing gaze that so excited the younger woman. For a moment she was
delightfully conscious of herself, but at the same time she was desperately
trying to hide her own inner fright. A distant crash of thunder broke the
stillness of the room and the tension Sally felt eased when Roberta moved
over to her bed to sort out her things before moving into the bathroom. It
was a hot summer's night, heavy with thunder and the occasional lightning
flash. Sally switched off the light, slipped off her robe and slid into bed
and lay listening to Roberta taking her shower. A short while later the
bathroom door opened and Roberta stood silhouetted, the light directly
behind her. Sally was very conscious of the older woman in her green silk
dressing robe. A delightful perfume emanated from her. She could hear her
moving her things about and getting into bed. After about half an hour
Roberta asked, `Are you awake, Sally?' the woman's voice sounded far away
but she was only on the other side of the room. Sally did not reply at
first, she was very conscious of the mingled feelings within herself. All
at once a brilliant flash of lightning flooded the room, then an ominous
thunder crashed directly overhead. Before she knew what was happening Sally
found herself looking up into Roberta's terrified face. She had slipped
from her own bed and had come over to the younger woman. Sally sat up and
turned on the bedside light only to find Roberta climbing into her bed
beside her. The older woman was breathing heavily. Strange that she should
reveal her vulnerability, Sally thought. `I'm sorry, Sally, but I can't
stay in my bed by myself. I know it's silly, but that's the way I am. It's
a psychological thing. Lightning terrifies me.' Roberta took a deep breath.
`I'll be alright in a little while and then I'll go back to my own bed. But
for the moment I can't sleep on my own. I'll do my best not to disturb
you.' The two women lay silent for a time on opposite sides of the bed.
Sally became rigid and turned her back to her. After a few moments Roberta
said, `I guess you're thinking the worst of me, aren't you?' Sally felt a
tightening sensation in her throat. `What do you mean?' `I suppose you're
worried about what I said about seducing you when we were at the beach.'
Sally turned and faced the older woman, looking deep into her eyes. `I'm
sorry, I suppose I behaved a bit silly. But I did wonder for a moment ...'
she broke off embarrassed. Roberta sat erect before her on the bed, a
half-smile forming on her full lips. `I thought so. You've never done it
before.' `Not with a woman. No' `You're a bit prejudiced, I suppose.
Thinking it unnatural.?' `No. I don't think so. I guess I haven't thought
about it much. But I have admired you.' `But you wouldn't want to go the
distance with me?' `I don't know. Why do you ask?' `Because I'm very turned
on by you. That's why.' Sally was speechless. For a long moment the world
spun on its axis and the room seemed to spin with it. `But ... I ...' `I've
frightened you. Perhaps I'd better go back to my own bed and not spoil the
friendship.' Sally now felt something within her respond fiercely to the
other woman. She stretched out her hand and touched Roberta's arm. `Don't
go, Roberta.' She knew that despite her initial fear she was fully aroused
by the woman by her side, now comprehending that something had been
uncovered in her self that she had been too frightened to admit to herself.
She felt she must expose her need to her companion. She sat up in bed and
turned to face the other woman. For a long time their eyes locked. Sally
was very conscious of Roberta's body outlined beneath her silk negligee and
the pressure of her full breasts against the material. She held her breath
as Roberta sat up on the bed, and in what seemed like a single gesture,
slowly lifted the negligee, drew it over her head and tossed it aside and
sat naked and unashamed before her, shaking out her lustrous mane of red
hair. Sally held her breath, conscious of the fierce thumping of her heart.
A wave of colour mounted her cheeks. She could not draw her eyes away. It
was quite obvious to Roberta, as she turned in Sally's direction, that her
companion was stunned by the sight and nearness of her now naked body, a
body that was all curves and shadowy creases. Sally's breathing grew more
uneven as she took in the fullness and firmness of the low oval breasts,
the full nipples with areoles large and dark. She saw the prominent muscle
definition in the flat stomach which led down to the mound where her thighs
joined. Some further heavy pulsating moments went by. Roberta was quite
unabashed and gave Sally time to satisfy her curiosity. With carmine lips
moist, she gave a teasing smile. Her voice caressed the younger girl.
`You're still a bit nervous, aren't you, Sally?' In a voice that did not
sound like her own, Sally said, faltering as she spoke, `I'm frightened of
the feelings I'm feeling with you so near.' She felt a raw hot desire.
Roberta saw a tremor pass through her as the younger woman stared at her
body. She waited while Sally composed herself. Their glances met and became
strangely entangled. `Just relax, Sally. There's nothing to be afraid of.'
`I'm not afraid now.' `Well,' Roberta smiled. `That's something. But when
one disrobes the other should, too. Otherwise it's indecent. I want to look
at you.' Sally drew the sheet off her body and sat up on the bed and pulled
off her own nightdress. She felt acutely self-conscious, and could feel her
nipples tightening under the older woman's direct gaze. She felt the
woman's open stare travel down her smooth soft flesh to where only the
upper portion of her pubic hair was visible, `You're beautiful, Sally.'
Roberta said. The colour in the girl's face deepened still more, her voice
shaking a little. `You really think so?' `I do indeed.' This can't be
really happening, Sally thought to herself. For a moment she couldn't
believe she was doing this, exposing herself to another woman's gaze. She
was acutely conscious of Roberta's eyes taking in the silky texture of her
skin, the milky white breasts with their light brown aroused nipples. Her
figure was well-proportioned, she knew. `You've wanted me for a long time,
haven't you?' Roberta said at last. `Yes.' It seemed to Sally that they
would never stop looking at each other. The two woman lay facing each other
on the bed and spent several minutes stroking and caressing each other's
shoulders and arms. In the distance the thunder rolled dull and muffled by
the heat. The storm was passing. Roberta was very conscious of making sure
that Sally was relaxed and made no attempt to hurry her. When she thought
she was ready, Roberta ran her fingers through Sally's hair. She kissed
Sally's throat, then moved to her shoulders, then trailed her fingers down
to her left breast, softly teasing the swelling flesh of the nipple. With
her other hand she stroked the tense upper part of the girl's body, feeling
it yield to her touch. She felt her bare back, caressing the curve of her
spine. `You do want me, don't you, Sally?' `Yes. Very much.' The young girl
buried her face in Roberta's neck. She was shy but desire stirred her.
Despite her trepidation, Sally's pleasure increased as Roberta gently
teased the areola around her nipple, while cupping the other breast with
her hand. She loved the sensation of Roberta's hands on her body, and she
spent a moment considering what she should do in return. She thought the
best thing to do would be to mirror the other woman's actions. Tentatively,
she reached out to the globular breasts and touched one of the big pink
nipples with her fingertips. She found herself kneading the swollen nipple,
bringing her face closer and closer. Her lips parted as she put her mouth
on the nipple. Sally felt soft hands thrust to her thighs as they lay
naked, entwined on the bed. She wanted Roberta to touch her completely with
the sensation of her touch spreading to every part of her body. They rolled
over and Sally lay beneath her companion, her back arching, straining to
the pressure of the woman's body against her own. Roberta then rubbed her
breasts against the girl's face, then got her mouth on her lips, giving her
the deepest tongue kiss. The touch of her hand between Sally's thighs gave
a large frisson of pleasure. Roberta's hands were now sliding over her
rear, fondling each of the buttocks in turn, the excitement coursing
through Sally's body as they clung together, touching, kissing, exploring.
At once the rhythm of Sally's breathing changed as the woman got on top of
her again. Roberta was sliding her hand up the inside of Sally's thigh, her
fingers stroking gently against the soft hairs, searching for the parting
of her sex, Sally's knees came up and her legs spread as Roberta caressed
her clitoris with her finger. She was aware that she was not as wet as she
should be, but she clutched her partner's shoulders as her gasp and short
cries came at last. `Was it good for you?' Roberta asked. `So -- so.' `Only
so - so?' ` ... ` Roberta then slid off the bed and spent a moment arranging
the mirror so that it reflected Sally lying naked on the bed. `I want you
to see how beautiful you look, Sally. To see yourself as I see you.'
Roberta was like a vain teacher showing off a star pupil, Sally thought as
she looked at her reflection. She tried to consider her mirror-image
objectively. To please her friend Sally spread her thighs wide apart,
displaying the soft triangle of pubic hair barely hiding the crease. Her
firm brown nipples seemed to have deepened in colour. Her companion then
beckoned to her. `I want you to sit on the chair beside the mirror in front
of me.' Sally slid off the bed and sat before her friend. `That's right,
now come forward to the edge of the chair, right on the edge!' Sally looked
at her friend who had dropped to the floor to crouch between her opened
knees, putting her arms up around the young girl's thighs. `I want to love
you there,' she said. Roberta brought her mouth up along the inside of her
leg and ran her tongue across the thin patch of pubic hair. Roberta was
making full use of her tongue, probing Sally's labia and Sally felt her own
desire rising in response as her friend moaned and pushed against her
mouth, her breathing becoming faster and faster. Roberta tongued the moist
vulva while Sally was grasping the back of Roberta's head with her hands.
She had found her rhythm against the older woman's mouth. She was breathing
in broken gasps now as she writhed with exquisite sex hunger, body hunger.
She arched forward, saying yes, yes, yes ... she jerked several times with
the climax; she found herself rising and falling, endlessly like rough
waves pounding a beach. She then collapsed back into the chair. `God, how I
needed that,' Sally said breathlessly. `You did it beautifully.' `My
pleasure! It was better for you, that time.' `Oh, yes.' It was then that
Sally decided that she must become much more active and even take charge
Under the glow of the bed-light Roberta lay spread-eagled on the bed, her
long red hair making an aureole on the pillow. Sally was fascinated by the
difference between their bodies. Lying naked beside her friend, she saw
that the other's milky white breasts were twice the size of her own, the
firm nipples a deepening pink in colour. The full thighs were spread wide
with a glorious tuft of red hair at her crotch. Sally was captivated by the
creamy texture of her skin. The two women held eye contact for several
moments. Sally felt as if she were searching for something in her
companion's face as Roberta's lips red and full parted in a soft smile. Her
arms were outstretched as Sally came over to get on top of her. And then
Sally was maneuvering the older woman into position so that her own knees
could rest between hers. She ran her hands down the full length of the nude
flawless body to touch the dark private part with her fingers to part the
soft wet folds, parting the flower of her womanhood as it were. Roberta was
slippery and soft for her entry. Roberta rubbed her fleshy thighs against
Sally's and was heaving her hips uncontrollably against her hand as Sally's
fingers probed, touched and rubbed the distended clitoris into orgasm.
Sally then pushed her crotch into hers as Roberta wrapped her legs around
Sally's legs as the girl vigorously massaged her. Desire flared between
them and they moved together as one. Sally was stroking one pointed nipple
with her fingers while the other breast was stiffening and growing under
her moist mouth. Her slim body moving passionately between Roberta's white
thighs as their sexes meshed. `Do whatever you want to do with me, Sally.'
`Don't worry, I will.' It was then that Sally realized that Roberta wanted
to play the passive role in their relationship, that she wanted to be
dominated. A deep moan escaped from Roberta's lips as Sally worked her way
between her legs with her hands and fingers. She urged the woman onward,
breathing heavily with her own arousal, her legs opening and wrapping
around her friend. Her body was arching with breasts crushing breasts as
her companion was loving all of her, body and soul, as Roberta pressed
hungrily against her. `More!' she barely whispered as Sally caressed the
inside of her thighs. `Do me, a little further in with your finger. Ah,
that's good,' Roberta cried. Sally felt the muscles tighten beneath her
touch. She loved the way the skin felt against her own. Made her body
shiver. `Please,' Roberta moaned, closing her eyes. `Please what?' Sally
teased. `Put your mouth on me! Taste me!' Sally ran her tongue down the
woman's body, pausing at the naval, letting her fingers slip between the
spread thighs. She gently caressed the engorged nub of flesh between them.
`Ah ... ah!' Roberta was breathless, writhing beneath her. Both her hands
were in Sally's hair. She almost went mad, kissing her breasts, she was
ready to beg. Use your mouth, touch me down there with your lips,' she
whispered urgently. And then she was gratefully accepting the girl's mouth.
Sally teased along the opening, moving her tongue along the slit, then
sucking on it. She then brought her finger into play, stroking the wet
slippery flesh, making the woman moan. `Oh, love me, Sally, love me ... oh,
yes, take me and love me, Sally ... Sally! Sally put her hands under her
body, taking one smooth buttock in each hand, raising Roberta's throbbing
vagina to her mouth and prodded with her pointed tongue as the woman cried
out in sheer pleasure. And then Sally was jerking with her two fingers,
watching the performance in the mirror as she slid in and out of the
woman's hole. When Roberta's climax came again, her orgasm was short,
doubled and tripled with quick convulsions. Her entire body was shaking.
`You touch me like someone who loves me,' she almost sobbed. Sally felt shy
all at once and looked away. But at the same time she was fully aware that
she had dominated the older woman. A few moments later she was pulling
Roberta down on the bed, her body rolling on top of hers, pinning her
shoulders to the pillow and trapping her beneath her. She knew that the
other woman was wanting her to take control, really take control, as though
she were a man. Their torsos heaving, they struggled with each other, as
though each wanted to be swallowed up by the other. Roberta cried out.
Sally was relentless with her, feeling the woman surrender to her. Sally
was sucking Roberta's tongue which was driving her wild in its direct
symbolism. Her body stiffened beneath the girl, writhed with her, her
thighs shaking, she was fiercely aroused. Taking her by the shoulders,
Sally forcibly turned her over on her stomach and was boldly stroking the
round mounds of her rear, the cleft fully exposed. Sally moved her nude
body provocatively against hers, opening herself to her. With Roberta
supine beneath her Sally was all woman. She felt incredibly and
passionately alive. Sally looked into the mirror seeing their images like
an erotic painting, Entwined! Yes, they were entwined as one. Their eyes
dwelled in each other, and Roberta laughed. `Oh, you now want it just as
much as I do.' Their mouths were now seeking each other's, their caresses
becoming the elixir of life. They were one flesh. `Beautiful you.' Roberta
said. Sally let herself fall into the hollow of her shoulder. Some time
later Sally found herself stroking the full length of her companion's back.
She ran her hands down Roberta's spine and then all over her taut body,
letting her fingers drift lower and lower, caressing the upper swell of her
buttocks. `Oh, touch me all over,' Roberta cried, arching her back against
the girl's stomach. She spoke with a naked female urgency, `It's not done
yet.' Becoming bolder Sally allowed her hands to venture further, running
them over the whole fleshy curve of Roberta's behind. She found herself
loving the way the muscles quivered beneath her fingers. Lying behind her
on the bed, she was pressing her own body intimately against her and could
feel the woman breathing heavily as she lay there. She patted her rear
lightly again, stroking the two buttocks at the same time with the same
hand. Her fingers venturing on the spot where the soft buttocks touched and
then moved quickly away. `I want you to put your finger in the cleft,'
Roberta said at last. Sally slid her hand down to the cleft, her
fingernails stimulating the sensitive flesh of the woman's plump rump and
she entered her from behind. Her finger went right into the groove of the
woman's actual hole with Roberta squirming and squeezing the finger with
her fleshy cheeks. Now two tormenting fingers were exploring her. She was
doing everything to encourage the steady thrusting. `Put your other hand
around the front, Sally.' Roberta was stretched supine on her side and
Sally could feel the full flesh of her body as she held her
stomach-to-back. Her other hand went round to Roberta's thigh and then to
her groin where the woman pressed her legs together so the hand could not
escape. Her back arched as Sally's fingers teased between the cleft,
stimulating the flesh. `Don't stop! Delve deeper!' Roberta undulated gently
at first under the tender probing which soon became bolder, the touch more
assured as she writhed and moaned with abandonment, feeling the fingers
slide in and out to the very hilt. The woman's fleshy cheeks engulfed the
hand as something at her centre opened, trickling heat. Sally managed to
hold her as suddenly Roberta was released. `Don't move, please Sally,' she
begged as she gave a convulsive shudder, falling back against the girl as
she teetered on the final brink of self-control. She came with a gasp. "Oh,
God, that was wonderful. You are good for me, Sally.' In the warm sensual
aftermath, they returned to face-to-face love, their lips meeting at last.
The woman pressing her hand on the curved underside of Sally's breast and
they lay folded drowsily in one another. Later still lying on the bed
holding each other, Sally said, `I'm glad I crossed the line with you. I
was afraid at first that it might be only bodies and nothing else.' Roberta
lifted her face from Sally's breast. `Although my body hungers for you, I
want to love you too.' She anchored the girl close with her arms and legs.
`I really loved it when you took control. Some girl-lovers lie on the bed
like a sack of potatoes letting me be the one to make all the moves. But
you were different. I was really capable of self-surrender with you.' `I
got feelings for you too,' Sally said softly. `Well, it looks like the
storm has gone completely now. Not that I noticed its passing.' `Were you
really so afraid?'*

*Roberta gave a sly smile and said, `I'll let you think about that!' ` ... ?'
`Well, good night, Sally, and golden dreams.'

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