Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 21:53:30 -0400 (EDT)
From: Violet295@aol.com
Subject: Saturday night Part 5

Sat night part 5
Rachel stood next to me at the Chicago Museum of Art, our focus was a
primitive painting of South Seas women in various degrees  of undress. The
innocence's made the painting come to life, there was no doubt  in my mind the
island girls were absent of social morays and happy with their  easy life.
"What do you think Dagney?" I stared at the painting for another moment
and replied, "I wonder if they are as innocent about female to female  sex?"
Rachel gave me a sly smile but took my comment seriously  enough to have
another gander at the girls in the painting.
"There is a certain health to their skin and they are  quite voluptuous."
I had meant my comment to be tongue in cheek but now I  had to stand back
and take a more critical look at the women in the  painting.
Rachel moved behind me to stand and look over my shoulder  so we had the
same perspective. Slowly she inched forward and her breast came in  contact
with my back, then with a small nudge forward, I could feel her hips  press
against me.
I longed for her to hug me from behind and kiss my neck,  perhaps cup my
breast and hold me tight.
"Naughty girl, do you know what you are doing to  me?"
"I hope so; I am trying to make you crazy." She nearly  whispered in my
ear, her warm breath was so close the skin on my neck goosed up.  "Is that
Goose Flesh Dagney?"
My face flushed, keeping in mind we were in public yet so  excited by her
proximity to me.
To break the mood, I turned and moved a few feet to the  next painting as
Rachel moved along next to me, I quick as a flash cupped her  ass cheek,
giving it a nice feel.
Now her face was the color of her hair, she tried to  recover but I heard
her give a soft sigh.
"Perhaps we should move to the impressionist, they have a  few Dega's."
We both got the inside joke and tried to behave  ourselves. From one room
to another we moved through the gallery.
Rachel was dressed in jeans and a peasant blouse and she  looked like a
million bucks in casual cloths. She loaned me an outfit so would  not have to
stop by my apartment to change and I was wearing her scent and  deodorant. We
were like old girlfriends and it was just our first real  date.
The day was cloudy and cool, the wind coming off the lake as we exited  the
museum.
"More culture or have you had enough?" Rachel asked me  while we slipped
on our jackets.
"Would I seem like a little piggy if I wanted to go back  to your place and
attack you?"
Before she answered, she immediately placed two fingers  to her mouth and
let out a loud whistle that stopped a cab in his  tracks.
Twenty minutes later we were behind her locked door  kissing passionately.
"I swear Dag, I have not felt this much for a woman in  ...she let her voice
trail off choosing to end the sentence there.
I smiled inside, excited that she was hot for me as well.  As I kissed her
neck, I reached for the button on her jeans and unzipped her and  worked
them over her hips. They fell in a heap at our feet. My hands cupped her
bottom and I pulled her mound to me, trying desperately to make contact on both
our clits at once. Her moan told me I succeeded.
She grabbed my butt and held the position, making sure  not to move out of
position as she gyrated her hips making friction between  us.
My turn to moan, our lips and tongues worked passionately  on each other
and she kept the contact below and continued to grind on me. Soon  I began to
grind back and we reached a rhythm that was mutually satisfying, we  were
both panting and grinding and out of our minds.
I was going crazy, finally I gasped for air, swept Rachel  in my arms and
carried her to the messed up bed, depositing her on the sheets  and taking
two seconds to pull the dress off over my head, I lunged down on top  of her,
searching for the same connection we had just had, in moments, our love  was
in touch with each other, and we wriggled and humped until we both had an
orgasm. I was first, and when Rachel came, I was able to watch her face and
enjoy her emotions. "My God she is  gorgeous."
I rolled to the side and flopped on my back, Rachel  rolled over and laid
half on and half of me, nibbling on my neck and gently  stroking my tummy.
We touched each other all over, kissing sometimes, wanting to speak but
caught up in the moment, just needing each other and neither of us wanting to
blurt out, "I love  you."
For thirty minutes we laid there caressing each other,  kissing some and
smiling, we held each other and fell asleep.
When I woke up, I gently slipped from bed and went to the  kitchen to use
the phone and check messages. I was listening to the voice mails  when I felt
Rachel come up from behind and hug me, this time she did cup my  breast. My
whole body shivered from excitement. I dropped the phone back in the
cradle and reached my hands around to hold her hips to me, letting her kiss my
neck.
"Checking in with your lover?" Rachel asked trying to  sound casual.
"Mmmm I am, she is kissing my neck and holding me right  now."
She squeezed me tight and kissed my lips as I turned my  head as far as I
could toward her.
"Dag do you have to work tomorrow?"
"Don't remind me, I could stay here forever."
"I have an idea, since I work nights, I could come to  your place, so you
can get organized and then we could still spend the night  together, when I
get up, I can just lock up and come back here and get ready for  my job."
My face must have shown my relief, it was the perfect  solution.
Now I stood and turned to kiss her , she made me so  happy.
"That would be a yes then?" We both laughed and kissed  again.
"Come on,  let's get dressed and I will buy you dinner on the way."
Rachel kissed me again and we went in the bedroom and got  ready to go out
in public.
I talked Rachel into a slice of my favorite pizza and a cold beer. We  felt
we were slumming when we arrived at Renaldi's on Broadway. Sarah swore it
was the best slice osd pizza she ever had and I did not mention the
ownership  must have changed, because the pizza was far inferior to before. We
sipped beer  and played footsies under the table, she had her shoe off and kept
wandering up  my leg. Each time she got high enough I would blush, so she
would back off and  then try again, apparently enjoying my embarrassment.
My apartment is small but nicely appointed; I keep a neat house, so I was
not apologizing when I let her in. We took the two minute tour before she
sighted my bed and commented on my taste in sheets and bedding.
"You seem to like anything about me, girl you are  smitten."
She slugged my arm lightly and then pulled my lips to  hers and we kissed
deeply.
"Let me lay out some stuff for tomorrow and then I am all  yours. Do you
want to take a bath while you wait?"
With a smile she acknowledged that would be a great idea  and slipped off
into the bathroom. I made her a cup of tea and brought it in and  kissed her
before going about my Sunday night routine..
When Rachel  came out covered in a towel, I thought I would melt, she
looked like a drowned  puppy that needed attention.
I went in the bedroom and found her a large t-shirt and a  pair of flannel
bottoms, so she could warm up and be comfortable.
Then I doused the lights in the apartment and came to  bed.
Rachel just curled up in my arms, letting me be the  strong one and sighed,
content from the bath and ready for bed. It felt so  right, like we had
been lovers and married for years. I leaned my head to hers  and gave her a
slow gentle kiss, ran my fingers through her hair and held her to  me. We
stayed that way for a long time, perhaps all night because when we awoke  we were
still in each others arms and she was sound asleep.
I have a natural clock in my mind and woke in time to  make it to work,
Rachel being nocturnal slept like an angel. I gave her a soft  kiss on the lips
before I left and wrote out a note that I left in front of the  door, so
she could not miss it.
Rachel, I could not wake a sleeping angel, it is bad luck, See you
tonight?
Dagney.