Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 13:28:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: marie leclare <marieleclare@yahoo.com>
Subject: Akira - Lesbian Encounters

This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Akira
By
Marie LeClare


I'm 16 years old right now. And from the time I was
about 12, people always told me that someday I would
be a model. So I guess people thought I was pretty,
and I had been in many dance recitals.

When I was 12, I was already 5'5" and developing a very nice figure. My mom
had high hopes that one day I'd be gracing the covers of all the leading
magazines. But she wanted me to wait until I was about 16 before pursuing
that goal.

On my 16th birthday, my mom contacted a very big
modeling agency here in Toronto, Canada, and told them
about me. Of course, they were quite skeptical, since
mothers always call them raving about their daughters'
looks. So they asked her to send in some photos
before they could arrange an interview. My mom took
me shopping at Zellers where we bought about
three or four really nice outfits, and then rushed me
to a fashion photographer for a session that took
hours, and cost my mom several hundred dollars.
Wow, was that guy expensive. But the pictures were
beautiful. You know, fashion stuff, face
shots, nothing revealing or anything like that.
After all, I was only 16. My mother sent about 10 of
the photos to the agency, and we waited on pins and
needles for days for a phone call.

About five days later, the agency called and said they
wanted to meet me in person. I couldn't believe it.
It was so exciting. Of course, we went out and bought
another outfit for the occasion. When the big day
arrived, my mother drove me to the agency. She sat in
the lobby while this woman talked to me. I was very
nervous and don't really remember everything she said.
But I recall her telling me that I was quite
striking, with the ideal blend of features that
should guarantee a very successful modeling career. I
was simply blown away by the response and my mother
and I giggled about it all the way home. The next day
a messenger delivered a plane ticket to New York for
me, so that I could meet the people in the home office
of the agency. My mother was a little concerned about my going alone, but
she couldn't afford to come so we made plans for me to go alone.

The flight was pretty uneventful. But when I landed,
there was some guy in a chauffeur's outfit holding a
sign with my name on it. I walked up, told him who I was,
and he told me to follow him. He led me to
the baggage area, where he picked up my suitcase, then
we left the terminal. Right in front of the American
Airlines terminal was the biggest limousine I'd ever
seen. It seemed about 20 feet long and all the
windows were blacked out. I felt like such a princess as
I slipped into it.

I just couldn't believe that all this was happening to
me as I watched the sights, fly by, as we drove into Manhattan.
He stopped in front of a huge building, came around
and opened my door, offered me his hand to help me
out, then led me into the elevator. When the doors
opened, I realized that I was in the modeling agency, and that they had the
whole floor.

I asked for Ms. LeClare and told them who I was.
The receptionist, who was very pretty, told me that
they'd been expecting me. She called Ms. LeClare on
the intercom and said she'd only be a minute. I sat
in this cushy overstuffed leather chair for what was probably only
30 seconds, until this incredible woman just floated
out from around the corner. When I saw her, my mouth
just dropped open, she was gorgeous. She smiled at
me and said, "Hi, Akira, why don't we go out to dinner and talk about your
future". I must have babbled something because she
giggled and led me to the elevator. When we reached
the ground floor, the chauffeur was waiting for us and
led us to the limo.

It was getting dark and I had trouble figuring out
where I was. But as we drove, Ms. LeClare made
small talk while she pointed out all the sights and
explained their significance. As I mentioned, she was
absolutely stunning and I had this feeling that I'd
seen her somewhere before. Anyway, the limo dropped
us at the swankiest restaurant I've ever seen, where
we were seated in a corner booth. The menu
was entirely in French and I had no idea what it said.
She offered to order for me. We started off with a
bottle of Dom Perignon champagne and I commented that
the bubbles tickled my nose. After my second or third
glass, I told her that she looked familiar to me. She
giggled and said that was probably because she was a
very successful model until about a year ago when
she became an agent. I could have kicked myself for
not recognizing her from the cover of Cosmo. She told
me that she had promised herself that she would get
out of modeling by the time she was 30, and she had done it much earlier.

She was now very rich and very successful. She
explained that she didn't need to become an agent, but
that she did it because she likes to work. I was just
fascinated by her.

Dinner arrived and I didn't really know which fork to
use for what, so I watched her and followed her cues.
I said at one point, "Ms. LeClare, you're so beautiful.
I can't imagine you ever wanting to stop modeling".
She smiled and said, "First of all, my name is Marie.
Please call me that. I feel so old when you call me
Ms. LeClare." She then went on to explain that she'd
done about everything a girl could do in modeling.
She made quite a bit of money that she invested. She
was, as she put it, "Very comfortable". I couldn't
take my eyes off of Marie. Every move she made was
just like a ballerina in nature; very graceful and extremely
fluid and confident. As we prepared to leave, two gentlemen
rushed up to us and wrapped our coats around our
shoulders. What an awesome experience that was.

Outside the restaurant, we got back into the limo and
Marie instructed the driver to make a loop through the
area so that I could see more sights. Marie opened a
small cherrywood door that turned out to be a
refrigerator, and she opened another bottle of
champagne. As she drank from her glass, I watched her
intently and noticed how absolutely flawless her skin
was. She had the high cheek bones you'd expect from
a model, cascading down to lovely porcelain skin on
her neck and chest. Her chest? I had hardly noticed
all through dinner that she was wearing a spectacular
dress with a breathtaking plunging neckline that
revealed the tops of her magnificent breasts. As I stared at her,
it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I
think she saw me looking at her. We continued our
drive, and she showed me the
outskirts of Central Park. I told her I'd love to get
out and see the park, but she told me that was a no-no
at night in New York.
Instead, she instructed the driver to take us to the
west side of the park. He did, then stopped the car
and opened the door for us. We slipped out and went into
a lovely old building. In the elevator Marie told me
that this was her apartment and that I could feel free
to stay there while I was in New York. She assured me
that she had three bedrooms and that I wouldn't get in
her way at all. Once I saw the apartment, she didn't
need to ask me twice, it was fabulous, loaded with
the type of furniture and knickknacks you only see
in magazines. We were there only two minutes when
there was a knock on the door. Marie opened it and the
driver walked in with my suitcase. She instructed him
to put it in the guest bedroom.

When he left, Marie asked if I'd like to take a
Jacuzzi. It sounded like a great idea to me. She
showed me where the Jacuzzi was and said that I should
change and she would join me in a minute.

I went into my bedroom and counted my blessings. One,
for being lucky enough to be here in the first place,
two, for being pretty enough to be at the brink of a
modeling career, and three, for remembering to pack my
bathing suit. I quickly took off my dress and
underwear, then changed into my suit. It was one of
those new bikinis made from wet suit material that I
had seen in a fashion magazine. I made my way from
the bedroom to the Jacuzzi and stuck my toe in the
water. It was warm and made me feel good, so I
climbed in all the way. It was then that I noticed
the Jacuzzi was in the corner of the room where two
huge windows come together to allow a view of
practically all of Central Park. In the dark below,
I could barely make out the
trees and a few small buildings in the park.

I was still gawking out the window when I felt a
splash next to me. Marie had climbed into the Jacuzzi.
She was wearing a pink thigh-length silk robe and
carrying yet another bottle of champagne and two
glasses, which she set down on a ledge. She then
opened the robe and revealed that she was stark naked
underneath. Without batting an eye, she removed the
robe and draped it across the back of a chair. I just
stared at her, this goddess of a woman who was
standing before me. All evening long I had noticed
how lovely her hair was, jet black and perfectly wavy. I
wished that I had hair like that. But now I noticed
that she had jet black pubic hair too, just a
small wispy triangle. And her breasts were
magnificent. Not overly large (after all, she was a model),
but definitely she was busty. They seemed to be the ideal
size, and I scanned every inch of her 5'6" body.

Marie finally removed the foil and the cork from the
bottle and sat down in the Jacuzzi, letting out a sigh
at its relaxing warmth. She poured us both a glass of
champagne and we sat back and looked out the windows .
We sat silently for about two minutes and just took
in the night outside. This being my fifth glass of
champagne tonight, I was feeling very mellow. Marie
was the first to break the silence. "How tall are
you, Akira?" "I guess I'm about 5'5", I said.
"Good", she said, and asked me to stand up. I held
onto the sides of the Jacuzzi for support and stood
up. She looked at me up and down, as if appraising
me. "Are you aware", she asked, "that you'll
probably never wear a bra as a model?" I hadn't really
thought about it before. But after she asked, I
thought about all the fashion magazine covers I'd seen
over the years. She was right. None of the models
ever seemed to wear bras. She added, "You have a
lovely figure. Your breasts are a little larger than
you typically see on a model. But the trend is
turning around toward larger breasts these days. So
you should find yourself with plenty of work. Do you
sag at all?" This seemed like an odd question to ask a
16 year old girl. But Marie assured me that youth is no
guarantee of a firm bust. Most girls sag from the
moment they develop breasts. "Akira, take your top
off and let's have a look at them". Whether it was
the champagne, my excitement at becoming a model or
what, I immediately began taking my top off without
giving it a second thought. As Marie sat there, I
watched her appraising my boobs. "Yes, quite
lovely. Very firm and with distinctively pronounced
nipples", she added. I was always a little uptight by
my nipples because they stuck out so far when they
were erect. But Marie assured me, that was a virtue in
the modeling business, and I felt better about it.
"Turn around please", she instructed. And I did.
"You have a wonderful rear end that will look very
good in lingerie ads.

Take of your bottom, will you, Akira?" Well, no need
to tell you that I did. As I was taking them off, I
noticed her eyes riveted on my breasts as they hung
straight down. She giggled and offered, "You have
such lovely red hair. I was wondering if you also had
red pubic hair, too. It's nice to see that you do".

I sat back down in the Jacuzzi and we spent the next
two hours talking about modeling, about the kind of
things that I could expect. The travel, the
excitement, the celebrities that I would meet. Marie
told me several stories about some of the people she'd
met. Warren Beatty, Cybill Shephard, Richard Gere,
and dozens of others.

We drank and talked and drank and talked. We had so
much fun. Finally, she stood up, stepped out of the
water, took a towel and invited me to do the same.
When I stood up, she began toweling off my back while
I toweled my front. Then she turned around and I
toweled her back. I marveled at her lovely body as I
worked my way down to the backs of her legs. "Have
you ever had a hot oil rub, Akira?" she asked. I
hadn't. And she instructed me to lie on the ledge
next to the Jacuzzi. I placed the towel on the tiles
and laid down on it. I watched as she turned on a
small white machine. A red light glowed as it heated
up the oil.

After about 45 seconds she held her hand under an
opening in the machine and pressed a button. I saw a
small quantity of oil being poured into her hand.
She turned and rubbed the oil into my back and
shoulders. It felt heavenly. She rubbed for several
seconds and then got some more oil, which she massaged
into the backs of my legs. God, this felt good, and I
nearly giggled at the thought of how different this
trip would have been had my mother accompanied me.

"Okay, gorgeous", she purred, "flip over!" As I slowly
turned my body over I watched while Marie got some more
oil. She turned back to me and went right to my
feet. She rubbed the oil all over my feet and in
between each toe. It felt so good. She got more oil
and moved up to my long legs. First, the calf area,
then the knees, then the thighs. She had magical
hands. Marie squirted some more oil onto her hands and
then rubbed it into my stomach, which felt marvelous.
She was careful not to touch my boobies when she moved
her hands up to my chest and neck. Marie was very
polite.

"How does this feel?" she asked. I said the truth.
"This feels better than anything I've ever felt
before. Marie got some more oil and turned back to
look at me. She watched me for several moments and I
watched her in return. Finally, and so simply, she
asked "Yes?" I nodded. And Marie placed both of her
hands on my breasts and massaged in the oil. This
sent a quiver through my body and flipped on a switch
that had never before been triggered. Here I was, a
16 year old girl. A virgin. Always dreaming about
boys. Away from home for the first time. About to
become a model. And with this flawless creature, her
hands exploring a part of me that only I had touched
until then. I could only close my eyes and just
submit to her touch. Marie retrieved some more oil and
rubbed it into my thighs. I noticed her parting my
thighs slightly, yet did nothing to refuse her.
She kneaded my inner thighs and went no further,
awaiting a silent command from me.

I opened my eyes and saw her above me. Her face was
full of anticipation. I reached up and put a hand to
her shoulder and reflected on its softness. Then I
allowed my hand to trail down to one of her breasts.
It filled my hand and felt softer than soft. My palm
rubbed over the front of her breast and gently
lingered on her now erect nipple. She leaned down and
kissed me on the neck which sent a lightening bolt
straight down my body to my pussy. All at once I was
very, very wet. And she placed her lovely lips on
mine, carefully sucking in my bottom lip. As she
probed my mouth, I was aware that I couldn't keep my
hands off of her. I ran them down her back as far as
I could reach, stopping at her lovely butt.

Marie was breathing heavier now and pulled herself away
from me. She spread a towel on the floor next to the
Jacuzzi and sat on it with her back leaning against
the Jacuzzi. "Here, darling, put your head in my
lap!" she implored. I moved down to the floor, on my
back with my head resting in her lap. She cradled my
head in her hands and I could hear her humming. She
pulled my head up slightly and kissed me full on the
mouth. She returned my head to her lap and stroked my
stomach. When I looked up at her face, I saw her
beautiful tits. And I just had to taste them. So I
nursed from her as she cradled my head. It was
delicious.

Marie was breathing very hard now as I returned my head
to her lap. She rubbed my breasts to get some oil on
her hands, then parted my legs. And with two fingers
she gently twisted and stroked my clit. It was
throbbing at her touch and my pussy was gushing
with wetness. Marie penetrated me with her finger and
my body went stiff. I pulled her hand into me and
closed my legs around it. As my heart pounded, my
face went numb, my eyes saw nothing, and my body
went into spasms. And I still pulled her hand into me.
Throughout the night, Marie devoted herself to my body,
and me to hers. She showed me how to love her
wonderful pussy and her ass. And we made love into
the morning. We exhausted our supply of oil long
before our supply of orgasms ran out.
Needless to say, I'm on my way to becoming
a world famous model.

If you like this story, or have suggestions for further stories, please
write me.

MarieLeClare@Yahoo.com.