Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2012 01:38:50 -0500 (EST)
From: Violet295@aol.com
Subject: Tribing

This is a work of fiction, I hope you like it, please  feel free to give me
feedback

I work at a cosmetic counter in the mall, a perfume and  makeup pimp if you
will. Of course my products are the best and have the maximum  benefit of
what ever you are seeking. Some days are bland, some days are fun but  the
only thing that keeps me in the job is the contact with other women. I adore
women, the sexier the better. Now I see my share of women I would not be
attracted to but from time to time a very elegant woman of class and breading
will cross my counter and make the day or sometimes the week worth while.
The  only flaw in my job is to make the transition from salesgirl to lesbian
with out  losing my job by pissing off the wrong customer. Chemistry is a
very thin line,  you both have to posses it or it is a waste of time.  To make
the assumption that this is your  ms right is a fatal mistake, she has to
make the first move and you have to be  sure the inference is correct or you
are on shaky ground that you may not  recover from.
To give you some background, I am a newly converted Lesbian; I was bi
sexual but now realize the male sex will never be to my ultimate taste. I guess
it is because they never are tender enough and never seem to get my needs
but  mostly because the female anatomy is so sexy and soft and so much more
natural  to my licking I mean liking. (Blush)  think the softness the touch
and the overall feminine features are just  so superb to the male body and
identity. So recently I joined the lesbian team  and am not gloating or
remorseful, I am sure I am at home. The problem now is  finding the perfect
partner.
I still see myself as half of a relationship, maybe  because I was raised
as a traditionalist but mostly because I think I am a good  mate and would
like to find a like minded person. I don't really like the dating  scene and
especially since my scene is now narrowed to lesbian bars and on line  sites.
I am ready to settle in if I find the right person.
This makes working at the cosmetic counter so much more difficult,  because
I see every attractive woman as a potential mate and as a ticket to
unemployment if I miss judge them. You have no doubt surmised by now that my  type
is a lipstick lesbian if we have to label each other. I think although the
men have made us wear and aspire to some ridiculous things over the years,
that  there is nothing sexier than a woman made up to the nines (nothing
gaudy)  wearing high heals, lipstick, nice nails and a sexy dress that shows
off her  femininity. My mind spirals and my heart speeds up and I fall in a
state of  helplessness when a gorgeous woman also has a scent that suits her
and leans in  close to get an eyeliner applied or a dab or lipstick from my
professional  hands. I have to say some days I would like to just reach over
and kiss their  soft lips and go ahead and get fired. Mind you there are
plenty of frogs out  there but the true princesses make me weak in the knees.
Michelle came in and introduced herself and asked me to show her all the
new products. She was classy but not over the top. Her cashmere sweater
showed  her ample bosom with out advertising it. Her makeup was wonderful not too
much,  not too little she had movie star quality with a homespun touch.
When she  extended her hand to introduce herself, I felt a tingle of sexuality.
I of  course ignored this and continued to service her needs. We went
through he line  of lipsticks, eye shadows mascaras and foundations, each time I
tried them on  her, leaning low to show off my best feature. I noticed her a
couple times  checking out my ample cleavage.  I  in turn was eyeballing
hers breast as I leaned over and finding myself quite  smitten. We were now
into the better part of an hour session and she had yet to  purchase anything.
It was like a game of tennis, her turn, my turn her turn and  we never
seemed to win from either side.
At one point I put an eyeliner on her and it looked so  stunning I let my
hand rest on top of hers Once I realized, I withdrew it and  commented on how
struck I was by the color and accent to her eyes. She was so  cool, she
then placed her had on top of mine and said don't worry I understand.  I was
not sure if this was an advance or not but was relieved my forwardness was
not ill received.
Suddenly I thought of a scent to suit her and asked if I  could go get it.
She smiled the sexiest smile I have ever seen and nodded with  delight.
Ferrari, the Italian sports car company had just come out with a line  of
fragrances and I told her I thought one would suit her. She gleamed in
anticipation. I returned and sprayed a  bit on her wrist and unlike myself I brought
her wrist to my nose and  sniffed, closing my eyes and nodding approval.
I heard her  take a sharp breath in and perhaps moan slightly. She took the
scent to her nose  and smiled in approval seriously she asked, do you think
it is me and stuck her  wrist back under my nose. I took another blind
sniff and almost moaned myself it  smelled so good with her body . She looked to
me for approval and I had to push  the issue, "Let's try it on your neck.
I sprit zed her and leaned in and my nose  caressed her neck. I was swooning
but managed to say, "oh my, that is you, that  will attract any man."
She stared at my eyes; her blue crystal eyeballs locked  on mine, "How
about women?" She asked her words soft and direct. I looked  directly into her
enchanting eyes and said, "I am sold, you smell magnificent!"  I hoped there
was a modicum of decorum in my words, because I was out of  control. I felt
myself moisten down below and my desire for her was now at a  peak level.
She asked me if she could try it on me? I was taken  aback, but could only
nod in agreement.  She took the mister and sprayed both sides of my neck and
then leaned in  and slowly sniffed one side then the other. Lingering too
long for acceptable  societal customs.
I was having a hard time maintaining my balance. I nearly  went weak in the
knees.
Our eyes met and now I knew beyond a doubt that we had a  connection, I
looked deep into her eyes and she returned an answer, no words  were needed. We
were going to go home together and follow our desires. I took  her order
and in the process of writing her up, we made arrangements for dinner.  I
would meet her at a nearby restaurant and we would dine.
Our dinner was delightful; our romance was in full bloom. Under the table
cloth she stroked my leg, then my inner thigh. I was in heaven. She was very
 obvious about her intentions and I was fine with that. Her jet black hair
against her creamy complexion was a sight to see. I was half in a trance by
the  end of dinner. She had my heart racing and I could only think of one
thing, my  body against hers. I had taken notice of her breast many times
during dinner  trying not to gape or seem obvious but still enthralled. I had
noticed her tight  body as we walked from the cars and went into a fantasy
about how nice her skin  would feel against mine. Now after our foreplay I had
little doubt that I would  find out.
After paying the check she walked me to the parking lot. "Let's go to my
house, she said taking the lead. I was relieved that she was in charge. I
wanted  so badly to kiss her but this is a conservative town and I just smiled
and  waited until we got to her place. I followed closely as to not loose
her in  traffic but deep inside knew she would keep me in her rearview
mirror. Several  miles later we entered a coltersack and stopped in front of a two
story suburban  home. She got out, clicked on her door locks and beaconed
me toward the door. I  played the roll of a casual friend and followed her
inside. Then we had our  first kiss, her lips soft so urgent, mine following
her lead. Her tongue met  mine and we French kissed for a few minutes. My
hands explored her body and I  was rewarded with the hard firm body I had
believed would be under those  cloths.  She in turn was all over my  breast and
casually explored my thighs.
We kissed and caressed our way upstairs, depositing  articles of clothing
as we went. Her house was very nice I assume, as I never  opened my eyes
enough to look around, my only focus was Michelle. Michelle my  belle, the
Beatles song was echoing in my brain.
Once in the bedroom, we eventually kissed our way onto  the queen size bed
and began to get serious about each others needs. I caressed  her breast and
she moaned, she let her hand trace its way up between my legs and  I
moaned.  Our bodied touched,  intertwined and I found myself needing to taste my
new love. I  began to work my way toward her love  zone, kissing and licking
here and there and she obliged by letting me slowly  approach her love. Her
eyes were closed but her moans told me I was on track,  she was in my hands
and I would soon have her love in my lips and  mouth.
She still felt my breast and nibbled at my nipples as I  forged on. I was
so aroused, I can't describe it. My tongue finally found her  love and she
opened to me allowing me to taste her womanhood and satisfy my base  desire,
to feel her buck under my treatment.
To my surprise she had an orgasm right away, I must have  not sensed how
turned on she was, because I was so far gone myself. Her hands  took my head
and held it firmly in place as my tongue worked its magic on her  clit. She
bucked and moaned and pulled me tight to her, nearly asking me to come
inside her with my mouth.
I was rewarded with a taste of her feminine juices that  nearly overwhelmed
me. She was a delicious to taste as she was to look at. I  think I came as
well, but I was so wet, who could really tell.
We cuddled for a bit, kissing gently and caressing each  other and she
asked me if she could get personal? I smiled to myself and thought  what could
be more personal than what we had just shared?
Her face turned a bit red and she looked me in the eyes  and asked if I had
ever tribed?
My expression must have given me away, because she smiled  and kissed me.
She went on to explain that it was a way of making woman  to woman love
that she found particularly enjoyable.  Being a novice, I cuddled and asked her
 to tell me about it.
She explained that there was a way to go love to love  that was quite
exciting but she asked me if I wanted to truly enjoy the  experience. I of course
nodded in agreement. "Well she said, I notice you are  trimmed but not
shaven, I can promise you that if I shave you the experience  will ring your
chimes.
I thought to myself that I could not possibly enjoy her  more than I did
now, but decided to turn myself over to her.
We went in the kitchen and poured a couple glasses of  wine and then went
into the bathroom, arm in arm, kissing as we went.
She got me settled on the toilet seat and she sat on the  bathtub rim and
covered my privates with shaving cream. Slowely and carefully  she shaved me
dsown below, in the process moving my love oparts around and  getting me
even more aroused. She took her time and we kissed sometimes and  giggled but
eventually she finished and took baby lotion and rubbed my new  haircut, to
prevent irritation. Her finger touching me nearly set of an internal
explosion. She finished with the baby lotion and pulled out a tube of ky jelly.
She took a generous amount and anointed my love parts and then did the same to
 herself. "Come on "She took my hands and led me back to bed. I was on my
back  and she took one leg and lifted it into the air as she slid her love
against  mine, using my leg to steer our two vaginas together. When our love
parts met,  the feeling was magnificent, I felt my eyes roll back in my
head, she continued  to move her pelvis to make us rub together and I suddenly
found myself out of my  mind from the friction and motion. We continued to
explore each others love with  our body movements until, I found a position
that had my clitoris against hers  and found myself suddenly having an orgasm
of titanic proportions.  She came almost at once as well. We  still rubbed
for a few moments then fell into each others arms. We kissed  tenderly and
cooed for awhile and fell asleep. Before I dozed off I saked her  "What was
that called again" She whispered "Tribiing"