Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2005 08:58:41 -0700 From: Jan ' Subject: Snowstorm in the Bronx's (lesbian / adult youth, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2005 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Snowstorm in the Bronx's By Jan It was a freezing wet storm in early March and Sylvia was huddled against the driving snow as she walked up Morris Ave. She was walking past some nice looking homes when she met a woman that was hurrying to get out of the weather. The woman asked, "What on earth are you doing out in this weather?" Sylvia was about to lie but for some reason beyond her understanding she blurted out, "I'm ditching school and wish to hell I had warmer clothes on right now." The woman was obviously a Hispanic from her appearance. Sylvia assumed she was a Porto Rican. She was at least two inches shorter than Sylvia's five-foot four tall. The woman was light skinned. Her hair was naturally black but she had dyed multi shades of highlights through it. It must have been at least three months since she had streaked her hair because the roots were showing. She had large brown cow like eyes and she was on the plump side. The woman saw how much Sylvia was shivering from the cold. Sylvia was a slender Italian that had a lot in common with the actress that played the daughter in the HBO series "Sopranos". She was only dressed in tight jeans with tight leather boots and her upper body was covered in a bubble jacket. Her long straight dark hair was being blown around at the caprice of the winds. At that point she would have given anything for a waterproof full length coat with a hood. The woman opened her coat and wrapped it around the cold body of the eighteen-year-old. Sylvia wrapped her arm around the woman's body as she clung to the woman as her benefactor closed her coat around their bodies. They walked together until the woman stopped in front of a car being pelted with wet snow. After inviting Sylvia to get in she started up the engine and turned on the heater to warm up the car. She turned on the defrosters to prevent their breath from fogging up the windows any more than they already were. As the car warmed up and Sylvia began feeling more comfortable they chatted some more. The woman told her that her name was Anita. Sylvia was about to bail out of the car when Anita told her she was a school councilor but relaxed when the woman placed her hand on her arm and assured her that she was not going to report her absence from school. Anita told her, "I'm on my way to pick up my son from his first grade class and take him home. You are welcome to accompany me and keep me company this afternoon." Sylvia figured she didn't have anything better to do and at least she would be warm. "Sure! I guess I could keep you company. Anything is better than sitting through another day of the same old boring bullshit at school." Anita stroked Sylvia's thigh and then put the automatic gear shifter into drive and pulled away from the curb. The sound of snow crunching under the tires faded as the car pulled out into the traffic lane and picked up speed. The car headed towards a neighborhood Sylvia knew Morris Ave very well. Morris Ave. is just west of a hill in the Bronx and they were headed north towards a school she had gone to in her youth. She had gone to that school the first three years of her schooling. When Anita pulled up to the curb she told Sylvia to sit still and she would be right back. She turned off the engine and took the keys as she got out and trotted through the snow to the front of the school. Sylvia felt a cold gust of air as the door opened. She watched the dark coat headed towards the front of the building. The door burst open and a dark haired boy came rushing out with a day pack slung over one shoulder as he wrapped his free arm around his mother. He stood on tiptoe and gave her a peck on the cheek before they rushed towards the car. She opened the back door and allowed her son climb into the back seat as he tossed the bag into the back seat. She gave a look towards the front seat and said, "Francesco this is Sylvia. Sylvia this is my son Francesco." Sylvia said, "Hi." Francesco said, "Hi." As he climbed into his seat and buckled up for the ride home. Anita closed his door and opened the driver's door and got in. She put the key back into the ignition and started the engine. Again the crunch of wet snow under the tires was the loudest thing heard as they pulled back out onto the road. They drove a few blocks to a five story building and parked in an underground parking lot. Closing the gate behind them with a remote the three of them headed for an elevator. They entered the elevator and Anita pushed the fourth floor button and waited as the elevator moved not all that fast to the destination. When the door opened the corridor had a musty smell as if the carpet had been wet and fungus was growing under the padding. They walked down the hall until Anita and Francesco stopped in front of a door. 410 were the brass numerals on the door of room security lock she opened with her key. When they entered, the room had a comfortable smell of cooking. It was a one bedroom flat with a small kitchenette, bathroom and the small room they were standing. You could call it a living room if you had a since of humor. She turned on the heater and pulled off her heavy coat and tossed it towards the couch. Francesco dropped her bag and peeled off his jacket. Then he sat on the couch and removed his rubber boots. He sat cross legged and asked for something to eat. Anita went to the kitchenette and opened the small fridge. She selected an apple and poured a glass of fruit punch before closing the door. Then she opened a bread box and selected a sweet roll and added it to a plate. She knew full well that her son would eat the sweets before eating the apple but at least the apple would clean his teeth. He turned on the TV and settled down to watch some children's program. The two women set at the dinette and chatted for awhile. Anita was telling Sylvia that she loved the company of rebellious teenagers. Sylvia had a feeling she was suggesting something sexual but was not sure. Anita slowly extracted a lot of information from Sylvia. She was a little above average in school but resented all of the authority imposed on them. She was never in serious trouble. The most serious thing she had ever gotten herself into was being caught in the girl's bathroom smoking with another girl. She jokingly admitted that they would have been a lot more trouble if the teacher had not made so much noise when she entered the bathroom and warned them of her presence. With a little prodding Sylvia blushed when she admitted that she had been kissing the other girl and...feeling her up. That brought a warm smile to Anita's face. She gave a quick glance in the direction of her son where he had taken a knitted afghan off the couch and curled up on the floor and dosed off. She reached across the small table and took Sylvia's hand and led her into the bedroom. With the door locked behind them she asked Sylvia is she was interested in watching a porn video. Sylvia felt a tingle in her clit at the thought of watching a porn movie in the presence of an adult woman with her son in the next room. "That might be exciting. Go ahead and put it on." Sylvia was still in damp clothes and Anita offered to let her wear one of her T-shirts. As Sylvia pulled off her clothes Anita rummaged through a dresser drawer and extracted a folded T-shirt. Sylvia stripped off everything and pulled the T-shirt over her head. It was a V-neck and the V plunged deeply into the cleavage between her breasts. Anita also removed all of her clothes and put on the same type of shirt. Sylvia could not avoid checking out what the woman's breasts and pubis looked like. Her hostess had large breasts that were heavy looking as they fell out of her bra. The flesh was marked with red marks from the seams in the bra cups. The areolas were a darker shade from her otherwise very white skin. The nipples were fat with dimples in the middle of them. Her pubis had a triangle of black hair but not all that thick. She could see that her labia and her clit were exposed. When they were both at ease with their new attire Anita selected a video from a box under her bed and slipped it into the player built into the 20 inch TV. They sat on the foot of the bed as the screen brightened up. Anita fast forwarded past all of the adds on the tape and when the picture started it was a story about a a very well endowed black woman who was a teacher. She was teaching a class to a small group of girls. Two were black, one was Hispanic and another was white. The action quickly got hot and heavy. Sylvia was getting excited watching the big breasts woman making the girls suck on her nipples as she played with their pussy. She wanted to masturbate but felt reluctant to do that while sitting next to Anita. That problem was taken care of soon enough. Anita placed one arm around her shoulders and placed the other hand inside the neck of the T-shirt where she cupped one of the girl's breasts and pinched her nipple. She soon stretched the neck enough to pull both tits out of the T-shirt where she toyed with both nipples in turn. When Sylvia looked at her face Anita kissed her on the mouth. She was very skilful the way she opened her lips and sucked on Sylvia's tongue. Sylvia was overwhelmed with all with the extra sensory stimulus. She could smell Anita's perfume and even got a hint of the smell wafting from the aroused woman's pussy. Her nipples were aching for want of attention when one was being neglected. She could not resist placing her hand between her legs but Anita slapped her hand away. Anita had other plans for her eager pussy. She held Sylvia's free hand by the wrist while she used her other hand to play with what little hair Sylvia had left on her pubis. She had shaved it until there was only a dark line extending up from her vagina about two inches. Neither of them took their eyes off of the action on the monitor. Anita matched her movements to the action on the screen. When the black woman took a breast into her mouth Anita did the same to Sylvia. When the black woman knelt in front of a line of students Anita knelt on the floor and parted Sylvia's legs so that she would have access to the girl's cunt. The woman's tongue was like a snake's as she did things to her pussy that Sylvia had only dreamed about. The woman licked her vagina from asshole to clit. When Sylvia climaxed she grabbed two hands full of hair and rode her face until the delicious trimmers lessened and her body was limp. Anita lay on the bed next to Sylvia's body with her head hanging over the foot of the bed. That was when Sylvia moved on top of her so that she could keep and eye on the TV while she sucked tits and pussy. Sylvia tried to repeat what Anita had done to her with her tongue. The woman seemed to be right on the edge of climaxing but was resisting it. Sylvia had an inspiration and stuck her finger up Anita's asshole while she bit her clit. That was all that was needed and Anita bathed her face with her vaginal fluids as she lost control and her cunt took over her universe. The tow lovers lay there and hugged for a long time while they kissed and kneaded each other's breasts or swabbed each other's cunts with their fingers. When their lust was rekindled enough they ate each other's pussy again. They were finished about the same time the video ended. They got dressed and left the room to find the boy still asleep on the floor. Anita woke him up and told him to do his homework while she took their guest home. She would be back soon and would check his homework. The trip home was a thrill. Sylvia was cuddled up next to the woman and her finger was in Anita's cunt as the woman drove. When she got out of the car Anita gave her a business card. Sylvia slogged up the path to the house as the car pulled away. She realized that her face and hand smelled like a woman in heat so she stopped long enough to pick up a handful of snow and scrub her face and hands. She went to bed that night knowing she was going to visit Anita as many times as she could. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com