Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2001 16:17:48 -0500 From: Toni Podols Subject: Randi 25 Hi! I'm back! I was shocked at all the complaints from my sweet fans, asking for my stories. My move into the boardroom at my company has been more than I had ever dreamed, including about 30,000 miles in the air during the past few months. But, now, things have calmed down and my next story just happened last night! It was so wonderful that I had to forget my other adventures for this one. I hope you like it Please keep your feedback coming to my toni526 hotmail address. I love it and answer each email personally as soon as possible. And, now. . . Randi XXV -- My Tiny Recruit I leaned forward in my office chair and touched my fingers together, my elbows on my desk. I leaned my forehead against them, letting my mind slip into overdrive. I had a monstrous problem and was thinking carefully about a plan of attack. My creative juices began to flow as I tried to put the events of the day into perspective. Rising, I walked to the floor to ceiling window directly behind my desk, gazing out over snow-covered Central Park, 37 floors below. Cars were streaming up Fifth Avenue, plumes of exhaust fumes painting my beautiful New York under their noxious fumes. No, I'm not an environmental nut, but a lover of the most precious and exciting city on earth. My problem was very, very serious and it was up to me to solve it. Having been promoted nearly three months ago, I was now on the executive board of the company. My responsibilities included many things. One of which was to make sure that the level of management expertise did not adversely affect the precious bottom line. This problem had the potential for devastating effects. I felt her hands on my shoulders even before I knew she had entered my office. My marvelous Irish was always there, always seemed to know when I needed her. I leaned my head back, resting it on her soft, solid shoulder as her hands found my trapezes muscles and squeezed and kneaded them, taking away a heavy load of angst. I turned my head, staring into her dark eyes, her black face glowing with her concern and her caring. I kissed her soft, smooth cheek just an instant before her face turned toward mine. Our lips touched and I felt that old familiar thrill course through my body. I turned around to place my hands on Irish's hips, holding her tight against me, feeling her soft, marvelous breasts press against mine. Our lips pressed together in urgency, our tongue out, seeking a meeting inside her mouth. I could feel the juices begin to flow and, unfortunately, that was bad. I had only about ten minutes before a very, very important meeting was to commence. Releasing her delicious tongue I stepped back, sitting on the bench before the great window, my hands sliding up to hold hers, pulling them against my lips. Kissing each of her hands, I stared hard into her liquid eyes. "Darn, girlfriend, why now? You know I have that horrendous meeting in less than ten minutes and I would not even begin to get out of foreplay for about an hour with you! You devil," I laughed, watching the evil little smile turn the corners of her mouth. "Just wanted to give you some incentive, Boss Lady," her voice deep and luxurious, my eyes dropping to watch the stuttering swell of her marvelous bosom. "Just want you to know that, if you are available after the meeting, I can give you a little present for successfully saving the life of our little Midge," she laughed. Dropping her hands, I stood and stared out the window again. "Damn those fools," I growled, the short hairs at the back of my neck standing at attention. " I am so much going to enjoy this," I said, my own evil smile curing the corners of my lips. "Are they here, yet?" I asked. "Been waiting outside for almost thirty minutes now," Irish answered, moving around to sit on the bench beside me. "Per your orders. Make 'em wait. Wait and suffer," she laughed, quietly. "Well," I said, still staring into the gathering darkness of the early winter evening. "Make them sit there for another ten minutes, then buzz me." I turned around to stand before her, cupping her beautiful chocolate face, kissing her, lightly this time, not wanting her to get too excited. Nor myself, either. After Irish left, I booted up my laptop for a quick check of my email, finding the weather, sports and, of course, another woman blasted by the absolutely foolish liberal establishment. I know Linda Chavez, a brilliant, warm, sweet, caring woman, "murdered" by the special interests because she had the audacity to offer help to a woman, albeit an illegal alien. Taking her into her home, helping this battered woman, finding her work, giving her the occasional pocket money. Now, fools that they are, they called her Linda's slave. That is the type of woman I have always modeled myself after and this is the way they are repaid. What a fucking world! All the good ones are too intelligent to put their families and themselves through it. Seething! I could feel the heat rising in my face as I checked my messages and found emails from two of my very best friends in all the world. Cali, my gorgeous friend from Ventura County in California, divorced, two gorgeous daughters and bisexual for four months. My fault! We met entirely by accident on the Internet and have become so very close. Little does she know that I intend to finally make my way to California soon to gather her close and make love to her. Her latest message calls for a full day of foreplay, first. Then, a full day of making love to our delicious cunts, my red bush, dripping as I read about her latest exploit, her dark one obviously wet while writing. A visiting businessperson had immediately recognized, and passed back, those signals and ferorones that we bi ladies generate. I have seen it so often and now, my darling Cali has seen it for herself. Dinner, a quiet evening back at her new friend's hotel room and then, a wonderful time, slowly making love to each other's bodies, kissing, licking, fingers caressing soft, adult flesh, tongues entering and tantalizing each other's orifices. Oh, yes, my sweet Cali. Make love, be happy and be shocked as I arrive on your doorstep sometime soon. Perhaps I should write about that, just for her. And, my wonderful Magi. Tall, beautiful, black, with large, soft, succulent breasts, hard black nipples, long, luxurious legs, her pussy shaved, her pink wetness just oozing her delicious juices. Our lovemaking has been so beautiful, so warm, so generous. Her mind and her heart matched her generosity, her caring. Her strength of character. I truly love her as I do Cali. Good! Now, I'm horny as well as good and mad. A perfect combination! The meeting could start and I was loaded for angry bear! Just then, my email barked (a recording of Samson, my beloved German Shepard, signals my incoming email. Hee hee.) Irish would send them in as soon as I replied to her message. As that famous American said, I typed, "Make it so!" A moment later, a small, gentle knock at the door. "Come in," I said, my voice kept purposely low and gentle, modulated just right to hide my feelings. The door opened slowly and a beautiful face entered first, followed by a body to die for. Young, disgustingly so, tall, slender, dressed in a $5,000 Calvin Klein suit, Gretta entered, her skirt of fashionable length, the jacket covering a white silk blouse, a large collar covering the lapels. Long, beautiful pure blonde hair, pulled back severely and wrapped in a bun. Her large, bright blue eyes flashed in confidence, defiance. She walked directly to the chair immediately facing me, nodding curtly as two men entered together, as though to separate would diminish their supposed power. They took the two chairs flanking darling Gretta and self-consciously crossed their legs, their notepad open, fountain pens at the ready. I stood with my back to them, still glancing out at the darkening Central Park, sedate, its secrets already in hiding. I turned back toward my guests, walking to my desk, standing there for a moment. I picked up a long #2 pencil, gently tapping it against my antique Tiffany desk set. Conjuring up one of my very best smiles, I greeted them all. "Hello, Gretta. Brian, Bob. Excellent presentation on the Patterson proposal, this morning. I was very impressed" I said, walking behind my chair, eyes on my every move. "Particularly interesting was Midge's paper. She should have been there to defend your queries, though," I said. Turning to them I added, "Don't you agree?" Moving uncomfortably in her seat Gretta offered, "Well, she was very busy…" "Too busy to present her side of the story, to defend her premises, to respond to the errors on the paper?" I interrupted, fixing Gretta with a perfectly steely glare. "Did you invite her to the meeting?" "Well, no," Gretta responded weakly. "Brian, Bob and I felt that we could handle…" "Without her knowledge," I interrupted again, this time adding a glare at both the men, also twitching a bit uncomfortably. As all three started speaking at once, I held up a hand. A very, very pregnant silence descended over the office as all three suddenly stared at me. Walking behind my desk, I asked, "Do any of you know much about Midge?" The three exchanged nervous glances. Before any of the three could speak, I continued. "Midge Carlson was a prodigy, people. She graduated from Northwestern University at 16 with honors," I said, glancing down for a moment. Then, turning on my most Wicked-Witch-of-the-West glare, I continued. "Did you know that I personally recruited Midge at Stanford as she was finishing her Master's thesis and already a year along on her Doctoral thesis?" I added. "I have personally sought out and recruited a number of people for this company," I continued, walking behind my high chair and leaned over it, my blouse opening to show the cleavage between my breasts. I felt six eyes on my boobs and kept it that way. "Whenever I personally recruit someone, I generally take them under my wing for a while, so to speak. I get very angry and disappointed if they fail and, so far, that has happened only once. And, now, we have Midge," I said. "One of the first things I do with a personal recruit is to tell them to blind copy me on all their major documents so I can keep up with their progress." Poor Gretta. Have to give the Ice Queen credit, though. She immediately saw what was coming. "Can any of you explain something to me? Could one of you explain why the document that I've had for several days is different from the one submitted at this morning's meeting?" I asked, walking around to stand before the desk, martial arts fists touching the desk. I watched the three faces glancing about, searching for answers, finding none. "Okay. Enough of this bullshit. I take it that the three of you conspired to come up with this plan to take her work and fuck her over," I said, the venom leaking from my lips, a controlled leakage, to be sure. "I wouldn't care if it were the mailroom boy. No one is going to fuck anyone over in this company unless it's me. I am the top fucker around here and you three are the top fuckees for the foreseeable future. You have a choice," I continued, walking to the window for another glance at my city after dark. "One, you can submit your resignations and work on your resumes. I won't stop you if that's what you want. Or, " I said, turning to them and walking back, stopping in front of the desk, directly in their space. "Two, you can take assignments as team members and start the climb over. Same money, same bonus plans. Maybe the next time you're in this position, your actions will be more to the liking of this company and this episode will be forgotten. Questions." Gretta was the first to rise. "Thank you. You won't be sorry," she said, her eyes downcast as she excused herself and left the room. Good start, I thought. May be some hope for the Queen afterall, I thought. Bob rose and offered his hand. I took it in mine and waited, fully prepared. "Do you have any idea who I am?" he whispered, his handsome, blonde features tight, his eyes threatening, his hand tightening on mine. "Oh, Bob, yes, I do. Really, I do," I said, my voice modulated, soothing and quiet. And, Icy. As I applied just a slight bit of pressure with my finger just below his wrist, I watched his confidence begin so slip a bit from his eyes. "I know who you are and I know who your father is," I continued, a pleasant, yet cold smile on my lips. I watched the slow clouding of his eyes as the excruciating pain of a nerve pressed against bone began to overtake his machismo. "As a matter of fact, your father is downstairs now, even as we speak, loading your things into his limo and ready take you home and kill you. Unlike you, he understands what it takes to survive. Not being caught, were his words, I believe," I whispered, slowly releasing the pressure on his wrist and letting his hand slip from mine. He stood there for just a moment, holding his wrist, then turned and walked quickly from my office. I turned to Brian, his thick, wavy hair, his gorgeous brown eyes, his handsome face a real treat to an old lady. He smiled his come on smile and quickly realized he was on dangerous grounds. His killer smile weakened a bit and he backed away, a slight wave of his hand, and left, closing the door behind him. Sitting down in my chair, I let my breath expel hard and closed my eyes, leaning back. Arghhhh! I want to retire!!! I need my Ryan, I thought. Unfortunately, a near empty house, with Ryan in Washington and precious daughter studying with a friend, awaited me this evening. I was about to turn off the computer and head home when I heard a tiny little knock at the door. I glanced up to see the tiny, beautiful face of the Mighty Midget, Midge, her radiant smile filling the room with its warmth. "Hi. I'm so sorry to interrupt you, but I wanted to thank you for your help, Randi," Midge said, so quietly, so childlike in her voice that it was almost lost in the hubbub outside the door. Smiling, I waved her into my office and motioned for her to close the door. I watched her walk toward me and smiled internally. Midge is small. Tiny, almost pocket sized, as a matter of fact. She stood 4'10" inches and weighed around 90 pounds. I think all of that weight was made up of boobies, though, but not an ounce of fat. In fact, the poor girl would have looked like a grade school kid had she not been dressed in an absolutely gorgeous burgundy suit and matching blouse. Her face was somewhat oval, surrounded by thick black, curly hair, cut fairly short, with huge, huge eyes, as dark as her hair. She gave off that pixie look that was so endearing and so sweet. But, what was behind that face was a brilliant mind, an extraordinary mind and all the driving force of will to go with it. She was definitely a comer, but, knowing people and how minds work would still have to come. She should have seen this coming with those clowns. But, she was valuable. And, so damn cute! As she approached, I felt as if my daughter had entered the room. So young, and looking about 14 years old instead of a PHd of 24. She even passed muster with my daughter, the computer genius, headed for Princeton in the fall at 15. That is no easy trick, trust me! I watched as she swept around the center chair before my desk with such ease and such class. "I really want to thank you for your help, Randi," she began, struggling with my name, so used to using the Ms. Hilliard when she spoke to me. Until I asked her not to call me that in private. "I have a lot to learn about spotting coups such as that one, don't I?" she said, her eyes down a little, embarrassed. "Yeah, you do, Midge. But, all of corporate life is a learning experience. And, it carries through to the real world, too. You'll get it. As long as you learn from this, you will be great. Now, why are you still here? It's almost seven and you should be out, grabbing asses in some bar," I laughed "Actually," she began, her eyes on mine. "I wanted to take you to dinner as a kind of thank you. I love that Italian bistro on 56th street. It's not far," she said, an almost pleading look taking over her eyes. "Midge, you don't owe me anything," I said. "My job is to keep things flowing around the company and I was salvaging a valuable project and a valuable employee. You don't have to do anything. I'll be in your corner as long as you work as hard and as well as you do now." "But, I really would like to have dinner with you. Please say yes," Midge pleaded "Well, all I have to look forward is leftovers and a husband in Washington, so, okay. Give me a few minutes to straighten up and I'll meet you by the elevator," I said, rising. "Oh, great! Ten minutes," Midge said, her voice rising as she bounced up and left the office. Oh, boy. Well, I guess an evening with a bubbly young girl will take the edge off the old lady syndrome I've been feeling lately. Damn, another birthday coming up. Almost 43! Shitty ass rat fuck bastard! Ready for the geriatric chair at the chronologically challenged home, I guess. Watching game shows and Jerry Springer all day long. Heehee. I entered the bathroom, did my – ahem – business and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Hmm. Not too shabby for an old crank, I guess. Pretty damn good, as a matter of fact. Now that the Wicked Witch of the West job is behind me. Walking to the elevator, I saw Midge standing with Irish and I joined in. "Irish, my love. The next time any of those kids approach my door, warn me so I can slip out the secret entrance," I laughed. During the ride down, I saw that Midge was trying not to say anything, but she finally broke down, "You have a secret entrance to your office?" Midge asked, her gorgeous eyes wide in awe. "Yep!" Irish offered. "The window. Straight down," she laughed as the elevator door opened into a crowded building lobby. "Well, have a great dinner, loves. I'm off on a date with a baseball player. If I play my cards right, I might find out what size bat he uses," she laughed. I watched as Midge's laugh covered a bright red face. Stepping out into the cold, cold winter evening, Midge and I walked the half block to Fifth Avenue and quickly blended in with the myriad tourists and harried business people anxious to get home from a hard day at the office. We turned down 56th and crossed the street, passing a very upscale flower boutique. Stopping for a moment, I glanced into the great window and pretended to enjoy the flowers and their arrangements. Actually, I watched our reflections together and almost laughed out loud at the Mother and little girl image that met my eyes. Giggling, I looped my arm through her tiny one and continued on, finally entering La Paloma. Having been to La Paloma many times, they knew me in the restaurant and immediately led us to a nice, quiet table in the back, where Midge and I could act like teenagers and relax from a very, very stressful day. Dinner was fabulous, as usual in this extremely pricey restaurant. Over wine, we talked about business and people and decided that we had had enough of them for one day. Our discussions switched to politics, her home town (the heady coasts of California) and her boyfriend who turns out to be 6'6", 275 pounds and is a known athlete. I guffawed at the sight in my mind of this little tot astride a giant, much to her pretended consternation. I promise you that I had absolutely no thoughts whatsoever of anything more than a comfy, cozy dinner. Really! I swear! No, really!!! But, I was enjoying this evening out with Midge. I was beginning to see a sweet and gentle side of this dynamic mini-dynamo that I liked. Easy to talk to, sweet, a little corny in her manner and style, but so endearing. The more we spoke, however, the more I loved the way the light danced in her dark eyes, the way she listened to every single word I said, acknowledging my ideas, my concerns, my beliefs. And, absolutely unafraid of contradicting me. Me! The Genius! She was actually listening, hanging on each word. I loved that because that is the way I treated her. I suppose I expected platitudes and suck ups, but that was not Midge. She is straightforward and real in every sense of the word. And, when she laughed at a joke (I do know some! And, I tell them well, too!), she touched the back of my hand and slid up to my forearm, entirely innocently, of course. But, we both stopped talking and laughing at the same time. I looked down at Midge's hand, still touching my forearm, her fingers seemingly glued to my skin, then up to her eyes. I found her staring at her hand as well. When her eyes met mine, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. A sudden glaze. Wide-eyed and glazed, staring at mine, her lips open only a tiny bit. Shock. Unease. A sudden fear. Something. I gently moved my arm away from Midge's fingers and forced a tiny knowing smile, hoping that she would let it slip from her mind. But, no. She pulled her hand back and stared at her fingers as if they were not really hers. Smiling, I reached for her hand and put it back exactly as it had been. "What was that?" Midge breathed, panted really, her eyes now locked to mine. "Magic," I whispered, giggling, caressing her hand with my other one. "No, sweetie. You have just felt that glow that all bisexual women feel when touching another." Her eyes opened wide, staring. "Me? Bi…bisexual? No, no. Not me. I've never…" she stuttered, staring back and forth between my eyes and her own hand. I felt her shiver as my fingers gently caressed the soft flesh of her hand, her wrist, the tiny fuzz on the top of her forearm. "I never, ever…" she whispered. "I know, Midge. Trust me, I do know," I whispered, continuing to caress the velvety smoothness of her skin. " I only found out about my self a couple years ago. Realization comes upon one so quickly, so unexpectedly. Don't let it worry you. It's not the end of the world," I added, smiling at her shocked face. "But, I've never even thought about something like that, Randi. I mean, I care for you so much as my friend, my mentor. But, I…" Midge began, shaking her head, trying, as I did my first time, to gather her strength, her resolve. "Most women are bisexual, Midge," I interrupted. "They just don't realize it or refuse to give in to the impulse. We all hug, kiss and tell all our secrets to each other. Women provide other women with that special caring and feeling that only we can give each other. Like this," I whispered, taking her hand and bringing it to my lips, kissing each finger, the knuckles by her hand, the soft smoothness of her incredibly tiny hand. "Do you see?" I whispered, staring into Midge's eyes. "Do you feel it as I do?" I said, feeling her shiver at my touch. I watched her trying to speak, dumfounded for the first time since I'd known her, lost for words. She withdrew her hand from mine and, hesitatingly, reached our to touch my cheek with the backs of her fingers. I retook her hand and kissed the palm, my tongue licking the tender flesh. Suddenly, Midge grabbed my hand and rose from the table. Hurriedly, she shrugged into her long heavy coat, as did I. I handed the waiter a handful of cash and we hurried from the restaurant. As we stepped out into the cold, she stopped and turned to me. Staring up at me, she stood there for a moment, her mind racing faster and faster and she suddenly grabbed me around the waist, holding on for dear life. I held her tiny form against me and moved to the curb, signaling for the first available cab. Within minutes, we were walking up the stairs of her apartment building and dashing madly for the elevator. Not a word had been spoken since leaving the table. None were needed as we stood together in the back of the elevator, each of us staring straight ahead. Walking down the aisle to her door, Midge fumbled wildly for her key, frustrated, throwing makeup, compacts, cigarettes (?) from her purse, until she finally found her keys. Fumbling for the key, she pushed several into the lock before I took pity on her and took the keys. Smiling, I opened the door and stood back. She entered the apartment and stood at the doorway, staring up at me, her tiny frame shivering with indecision. For all of about two seconds. Suddenly, she reached her tiny hand out, grabbed my arm and yanked me inside. "Please. Before I chicken out and change my mind," she whispered, leaning against the door, pressing is shut. She turned to lock the door and fix the chain, fearing the world would crash through her unguarded door to sweep her off to oblivion. I turned to touch the light switch, but her tiny hand touched mine. "Please. I am so nervous. Can we keep the lights off for a moment of so?" Midge asked, her voice a tiny squeak. I watched from the door as she opened her coat and walked down the three stairs to the sunken living room and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall window. I watched her stop and wrap her arms around herself. Smiling, knowing exactly what she was feeling, I slid my leather jacket from my shoulders and placed it with my purse on the chair near the stairs. I walked across to stand just behind her, letting her feelings sort themselves out. I marveled that her head barely reaching my breasts. "Come on, Midge," I said, guiding her to the sofa. "We need to talk." Reluctantly, Midge followed me and sat on the corner of the very nice leather couch. Moving to the far side of the sofa, I sat, a nice, discrete distance. "Midge, we have to talk. You know that you have been one of my favorite people at the office. You've done so well and I care about you very, very much. I took a chance with you and you haven't let me down. Not once. So, perhaps I should leave and let this episode fade into the past. Never happened. Are you comfortable with that?" "How about a glass of wine?" she suddenly blurted out, hoping up and walking into the kitchen. Sighing, I followed her, watching her little ass wiggle as she scooted ahead of me. Oh, boy. As I entered, Midge was struggling with a corkscrew, trying to get the wrapper off the cork and coming dangerously close to stabbing the thing right through her palm. I reached out to take it from her. "I . . . I don't know what . . ." Midge began. I stopped her with a finger across her lips. I took her hand and led her back into the living room and back to the couch. This time, I sat across from her, my ass perched on the corner of the large, square table. I took her hands and watched her eyes fix on mine. "Look, Midge. I started out this evening to just have fun and relax. Certainly not to seduce you. And, we are no longer fellow employees. Right now, we are Randi and Midge, two women keeping each other company. Yes, I am excited right now. I do want you, but not to loose your friendship." I took her tiny hands in mine, feeling the shuddering pass through her body, watched as her eyes clenched shut. I was gently kneading the soft skin of her hands and watching her reaction when, suddenly her hands flew from mine to my cheeks, holding them as her little mouth touched mine, our lips together before I could react. Her instant assault almost knocked me backwards from the table. I leaned into her kiss, feeling her small mouth on mine, her lips moving over mine. I opened my mouth and was immediately engulfed by her, feeling her tongue slide inside, touching the length of mine. A moment later, she pulled back and stared at me. "Randi, now. Please. Before I lose my nerve, I want it. I am shaking. Please, please, please, please, please!" I stood up, lifting the Mighty Mite to her feet. I knelt down and slipped my arm beneath her thighs and scooped her into my arms, easily as with a child. Swinging her up, I spun her around and around, almost losing my balance, listening to her hysterical giggle, pulling her soft cheek against mine and headed, with her direction, to the bedroom. My hand was on her bare thigh, already amazed at the incredible smoothness of her skin, feeling my panties soak as I anticipated making love with this beautiful woman/child. As we walked, I felt her arms tighten around my neck, felt her lips touching the side of my neck, tingling all over my body. We reached the closed door to her bedroom and I stopped, holding her tightly in my arms. "Last chance, Midge," I whispered. "Are you sure? Are you really sure about this?" "God, Randi. I was so frightened. I've known ever since you kissed my palm in the restaurant that I wanted this, wanted it so bad I could taste it," she whispered into the hollow of my neck. "I almost lost it, but, now, in your arms, I'm not frightened anymore. Please, make love to me. Teach me. I want to know," she breathed, reaching up to pull my face down to hers, her lips hungrily seeking mine. I let her kiss me, feeling her way, her tongue delving into my mouth, searching. I pulled her hard against me as I returned the fire in her kiss, determined to make this the most memorable night of her life. She reached down to open the door and we entered the bedroom. A large, over-sized bed, reflecting Midge's love of a giant athlete, dominated the darkened room, the only light coming from the hallway and the nascent light from the far away window. Carrying her to the bed, I set her down and stepped back. My God, she is so tiny, I thought. In the low light, she looked as small and as vulnerable as a child. I knelt before her and slowly removed her suit jacket and lay it on the corner of the bed. I lifted her sweater free of her skirt and very, very slowly lifted it over her head. I watched the soft, smooth, perfect tummy come into view and then was shocked, that so much had been carefully hidden from view, her large breasts straining in her bra, her nipples clearly visible through the thin material. My God! So big for such a small woman, I thought. So beautiful! Her arms were so tiny! My forearm was as long as her entire arm, her skin so soft and smooth with tiny little fuzz along their edges. Her waist was also tiny, no more than 18 or so inches. I opened Midge's skirt, slowly pulling the zipper down, watching her eyes, tightly clenched, her lower lip locked between her teeth. As the material passed over her hips and her cupcake-sized ass, I saw the tiniest pair of pink panties I'd ever seen. She shivered again as I moved her skirt further down, watching her beautiful legs come into view. They were visibly weakened as I gazed at the wetness coating the V of her panties. As her skirt puddled around her ankles, I moved closer, pressing my nose against the wetness, taking in the odor of her flowing juices. A slight cry came from Midge as my nose touched her sex. Rising, I touched the softness of Midge's arms, gently squeezing them as I continued behind her back to unfasten her bra. As it loosened, she cried out, her hands automatically grasping the material, holding it to her chest. Smiling, I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the nose as I gently pulled the bra from her hands. I gasped as her beautiful breasts tumbled free. They were so perfectly rounded, full and firm, her nipples so long, a deep red and thick, as perfect as large pencil erasers. Surrounded by large, very dark caps, her breasts and nipples were magnificent. I knelt again and touched the band of Midge's pink panties at her hips. My fingers slid beneath the waistband and slowly began to draw them down over her hips and her ass. She was shaking like a leaf as the panties came down to her thighs. And, I stopped. I felt a mini-orgasm spasm through my body as I saw the glassy smoothness of a shaven pussy, her lips reddened from her lust. Tiny pearls of come beaded the length of her slit and I drew in my breath at the sight of her. With difficulty, I continued moving her panties down until, finally, I watched this magnificent dolly standing before me, naked. Her eyes were down, as if worried that I was disappointed. Lifting her chin with my finger, I smiled at her, letting my glazed eyes fill my heart from hers. "Angel, you are so beautiful," I whispered, pressing my lips gently to hers. I heard a sudden, sharp intake of breath, felt it as she seemed to be choking back tears. "And, now, precious person, it's my turn." I gently urged her to sit on the edge of the bed and began to undress. Just for her. I slid out of my black Calvin Klein jacket and let it fall to the floor. I slowly pulled my thin black turtleneck sweater from my long, black skirt and pulled it up, letting her see my tummy. Slowly, I urged it higher until I reached the edge of my black bra, a thin, tiny thing that struggled to contain my 36Cs. Higher until I had pulled it over my red hair and dropped it next to my blazer. Smiling, I unbuckled my skirt and pulled my zipper down. I let my skirt slowly slide down my hips and my ass, to my thighs and let it puddle around my ankles. Reaching behind me, I quickly unclipped my bra and held it in place for a moment, walking up to Midge. I smiled at her and let it drop into her lap. My ego enjoyed the sharp intake of Midge's breath and smiled. I let my breasts go, feeling them wiggle into place, my bright red nipples hardened and almost reaching for her. I backed away from Midge and stood, feeling her eyes burn into me. I did a slow, sensual 360 turn for her then turned my back to her. I slowly began to slide my panties down, letting Midge watch as my firm ass came into view, listening as her breathing became more forced, more out of control. As the panties slid down my thighs, I leaned over to pull them off, giving Midge a clear view of my ass and my pussy. When I turned around to face her, my red fur-clad pussy was already wet with my flowing juices. I walked over to the bed and held out my hand to Midge, lifting her to her feet, her eyes down. I put a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face to mine, leaning down to gently kissed her lips. I closed the distance between us until her beautiful breasts touched me just above my belly button, her nipples threatening to cut my skin with their hardness. I let my hands touch the softness of her shoulders, the delicate skin at the short hairs at her neck, my fingers tracing lines the full length of her back. She shivered, her legs actually buckling under her weight as I grasped her waist, holding her against my body. I felt her arms slip around my waist, her hands tentatively touching the small of my back, as if my ass were somehow off limits. How little did she know! I reached behind me and pushed her hands down to my ass, feeling her suddenly clutch at my soft cheeks. I turned around and sat on the edge of the bed and brought Midge to me, pulling her down onto my lap. I wanted to treat her as I would a child, cuddling her, soothing her, letting her know that she was safe in my arms. As she sat down, I experienced a series of mini-orgasms at the touch of her body on mine, her ass, soft and full, her bald pussy, so wet and hot. She was so short that her breasts were beneath mine as I brought her lovely face against me. Midge gasped as her lips touched my breast. I pressed her head against me, her mouth touching my hardened nipple. Instinctively, her mouth opened and my nipple popped inside. She began sucking almost instantly as my hands caressed her soft flesh, her shoulder, her arm. I grasped her hand in mine and brought it to my breast, placing her palm against it. Throwing my head back, I relished at the feel of hand squeezing my tittie, her mouth sucking regularly at my nipple. I let my hand slip down her soft back, to her hip, to her soft, perfectly formed thigh. At my touch, Midge looked up from my breast. "Oh, God. Randi, they are so beautiful. And, so wonderful. It's not fair! Why did I wait so long for his wonder?" she whispered, a beautiful smile on her little face. Smiling back, I stood, lifting her with me and turned, depositing her onto her back on the bed. Kneeling over my little love, I kissed her soft lips once again. This time, I kissed her harder, my tongue sliding deep into her mouth, licking all around her teeth, her gums, the insides of her soft cheeks, circling her tongue. I licked her tongue, from the back, near her throat, to the front, teasing just the tip with mine. I felt her tiny hands lift my breasts, squeezing them as I continued attacking her mouth. My hands touched again at her soft shoulder, letting my fingers trace little lines down her arm and across to cup her beautiful breast, moving it around, molding it to the shape of my palm. Leaning down, I kissed the soft surface of her chest, dropping down to place little kisses all over her firm, delicious breasts. "Oh, God, Randi, oh, my God . . ." Midge whispered, her hands holding tight to my head as I began to nurse at her breast. I brought my hand up to cup and squeeze both her soft, smooth breasts, pushing as much of her fullness into my mouth as possible. I continued to suck at her breast, enjoying the softness, the sweet, sweet taste. I brought my teeth down to gently bite her nipple, letting my tongue pass over the hard, sweet nubbin. Midge began to moan over and over as I felt her hands begin to touch my bare skin, my shoulders, my arms, my sides. Once she found the wonder of touching another woman's body, her hands began to seek all of the pleasure points that she knew she enjoyed. My teeth grasped flesh, lightly chewing, my tongue teasing her skin. Midge's body arched, involuntarily, thrusting her breast further into my mouth. I began to suck and suck hard, pulling the cap and nipple into my mouth, chewing on her nipples. "Agggggh, Randi," Midge cried. "Oh, my God, I'm leaking . . ." "Mmmm. Not just yet, my sweetheart. We're just beginning," I whispered, kissing and licking her breasts over and over. My mouth began to move down her tummy. Stopping as I reached her belly button, she shivered again, pushing her body up hard. My tongue delved into her opening, pushing at her navel. Squealing, her hands came down to hold my mouth to her. Kissing and licking further down her body, my tongue touched the smooth, hairless mons, licking down to the slit of her cunt. The beads of cum there teased my palette, making me hungry for more. But, not yet. No, I wanted Midge to experience the full effect. I began to lick across to her hip, touching the softness there with the tip of my tongue and down her thigh. Her cries of "No, please, come back" were ignored as I continued to tease the softness of her body. My hands kept caressing her soft thighs, her calves, touching every point of access on her body. As my tongue began to touch the absolutely perfect smoothness of Midge's inner thighs, she spread them slightly, opening my pathway to her center. I reached my hands around her hips and wrapped them around the cheeks of her ass, those tiny handfuls of flesh, clutching and squeezing them as my mouth moved closer and closer to my final target. My fingers touched the crack of her ass, bringing more screams of "More, please Randi, more!" Midge was now writhing uncontrollably as my mouth moved closer and closer to her pussy. Finally, my tongue touched the bottom of her slit, just above her ass. Midge screamed at my touch, her juices flowing more thickly now. I let those juices fall onto my tongue and brought them into my mouth. From beneath her body, my thumbs now began to spread her pussy lips apart, providing access to the sweet folds of flesh inside her. My tongue touched her hole gently, licking at the juices that flowed more copiously now. Moving further up, I spied her clittie, standing straight, hardened, pulsating red. I dropped my teeth over the nubbin, lightly biting it, my tongue flicking over its tip. "Oh, Godddd, Oh, God, I'm coming," Midge cried, her hands pushing with all her might against my head, keeping my mouth locked over her pussy, my teeth on her clittie. I moved down and forced the full length of my hardened tongue deep into her hole, sucking hard, moving my face like a puppy dog, bringing out spurts of cum into my mouth, swallowing, swallowing, licking as Midge writhed and screamed her orgasm. With a final, powerful arching of her pelvis, Midge froze as the overwhelming force of her orgasm hit her. Moments later, my mouth filled with her flow, I crawled up to lay next to Midge, my leg across her body, her head cradled in my arms. Her face rested against my breast, her lips gently kissing it, her hands lightly caressing my thigh. Finally, her eyes opened and she stared into mine. "Oh, my God. . ." Midge whispered, her breath and heartbeat finally beginning to return to a semblance of normality. "My God, I never . . .never expected something like that! What have you done to me, Randi?" she continued, a relaxed and comfortable smile again filling her soft features. I smiled at her, holding her close. "I never would have believed it could be so wonderful, Randi," she said, leaning over to kiss me again. "But, now, it's your turn," she added, a smile on her lips. "It's your first time, love. You don't owe me anything. I had many, many little mini-orgasms all the time I was making love to you, sweetheart." Ignoring my words, Midge began to kiss my breasts, licking them, sucking my nipple into her mouth, trying to remember what I had done, what she would love to have done to her. I shivered at the touch of her teeth on my nipple, the hand now squeezing my breast. Midge began to devour my breasts as her hands busied themselves elsewhere, touching everywhere she could reach, my thighs, my hips. She threw her leg across me and straddled my waist, leaning down to continue sucking at my breast as her hand moved behind her over my thighs and my calves as my legs bent, feet planted on the bed. Looking up at me for approval, she began to kiss down my tightly muscled tummy, licking all over my skin to my belly button. I began to moan loudly as her tongue dipped into my navel opening, pushing as hard as I had to her. I could feel her fingers touching my red bush, pulling on the hairs, her fingers parting my pussy lips, dipping into me. I cried out at the intrusion of her fingers, feeling my juices flowing at her touch. Her mouth moved lower, touching and licking the juices from my pussy hair, rolling them around in her mouth, enjoying her first ever taste of another woman. Her inexperience was overshadowed by her desire to please me and it was working! My God, I was shaking like a leaf as her tongue now touched the top of my pussy slit. Her fingers opened my pussy to her tongue, licking hard at my engorged clittie, her lips sucking it into her mouth, working hard at it, bringing me to the edge. "Oh, God, Midge, suck me. Suck my pussy. I'm so close. Please!" I cried as she opened me wide and stuck her tongue deep into my hole. Crying, my orgasm began to build. "Oh, sweet God, I'm comingggggg, Oh, shittttttt . . ." I cried, holding her face hard against my overflowing pussy. Flying high, over the top of the mountain again, I came repeatedly, pouring my juices into her sucking mouth as her hands held my ass tight, squeezing, touching, coming. When I was finally able to talk again, Midge had crawled back into my arms, kissing me, tasting herself on my lips, me tasting myself on hers. I reached down to grasp her tiny waist and pulled her high up onto my chest, urging her to turn around. Switching her legs, I watched as her tiny, beautiful ass popped into view and drew her close, letting my tongue caress the velvety softness of her ass cheeks. I heard and felt her yelp as I touched the cleft between her ass cheeks with my tongue. As my fingers spread them open, I saw an absolutely perfect little puckered asshole, dripping with her flowing come. Holding her hips to me, I slowly let my hardened tongue slide into her rectum as Midge screamed aloud, rocking back against my tongue, her come flowing, spurting over my chin and down my chest. Her orgasm kept coming, coming, coming as she held my breasts and rocked hard against my probing tongue. Suddenly, with a long, long scream of my name, she drove back, burying my face between her ass cheeks, then collapsed, her face coming very hear my red bush. She awakened a while later and crawled up to cuddle with me. Stay tuned for Randi XXVI. It will be a departure from stories about my own adventures. It involves a very, very special friend and her adventure that I know you will enjoy. Please, please, and another please keep your emails coming to my toni526 hotmail email address.