Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 00:06:18 -0600
From: mgoldman_78730@yahoo.com
Subject: French-Kissing the Babysitter--Part One

If you're under eighteen, or are turned off by two beautiful women in hot
sexual contact, stop reading here.  Otherwise, enjoy!

French Kissing the Babysitter--Part One
By M


Overly developed for her age of seventeen, Donna had a body that reflected
the cheerleader she was at her last year of high school.  Long, blonde
hair, large blue eyes, full, pouty lips, a truly beautiful girl.  But her
body was what she was most proud of.  She worked out at the gym as often as
possible, creating a tight upper body that supported full, 34C breasts.
They were set off by her tiny waist, washboard abs that pouted above her
usual skimpy belly shirt, and rather full, round yet very firm ass.  Her
legs were slender, but the thighs muscular and almost always encased in
skin-tight jeans or miniskirt.  She particularly liked to wear the latest
stretch hip-hugging bellbottoms and platform shoes that the girls her age
were wearing, with tiny belly tank tops.  Platform boots helped accentuate
her legs and ass, and drew the most admiring stares. Donna's clothes were
always perfectly picked for the day, as revealing as possible, and always
to show off her sexy young body.  When she was in the mall with her
girlfriends, she always noticed the boys--and some girls--eyeing her with
more than idle interest.  She knew they were playing fantasies out in their
minds as she swayed by in her sexiest walk.

She had had several boyfriends, but they were starting to bore her.  They
all had the same technique, very tiring.  Her eye was beginning to wander
to the female bodies she noticed in the mall and at the movies--and at
school.  It had started with just checking out what her girlfriends were
wearing to more detailed interest.  Focusing on the supple movement of
asses under tight jeans, short skirts and wondering how a cheek would feel
to her hand.  Looking for a stray nipple through a sheer blouse and
thinking about how it would harden to her tongue.  Watching for an
attractive, sexy girl to lick her moist lips and imagining what it might be
like to press her lips against another girl's.  Nothing had happened yet
with another girl, but she felt she was ripe for the moment.  She would
fantasize about one or two of the girls at school on the squad, or perhaps
a saleslady at one of the clothing stores.  She just sensed the moment was
drawing near for that magically erotic experience.

Donna had been babysitting for the Fornetti family over a year.  John
Fornetti was always on business trips out of town, and his wife Angie was
always involved in some social occasion and going out until late at
night. Angie Fornetti was a stunning brunette with dark, sensual Italian
features.  Beautiful, flaming green eyes, abundant dark brown hair, thick
and pouty Mediterranean lips.  She always wore quite a bit of makeup when
she went out and was proud of her long, perfectly manicured blood-red
fingernails. For a woman in her late thirties, Angie's body was incredible!
Perhaps 36D tits, wasp-like waist, tight, full ass cheeks. Her clothes were
what Donna thought she'd eventually be wearing when she got to Angie's age.
She tended to wear tight, form-fitting leather jeans, tank tops, short,
tight skirts.  Even just around the house when Donna was over, Angie's
jeans or shorts were usually tight and sexy.  Always in either high heel
stilettos or boots, Angie turned many heads--including Donna's.  Over the
last few months, the young girl was beginning to admit the older woman into
her fantasies while bringing herself off at home alone.

Angie and John had a couple of young children, who went to bed early, so
the night was usually left up to Donna until Angie came home. In the first
few weeks, Donna did the standard watching TV or reading.  However, in
time, she began to get curious about Angie's private world and would go
through her lingerie drawer and fondle various silk panties and bras.
Eventually, she would put the panties to her nose and inhale the clean,
slightly musky odor at the crotch.  It helped add to the intensity of her
beginning fantasies about the dark older woman.  After a few months, she
finally began to explore the Fornetti's computer which, was, oddly enough,
set up at a small desk in the bedroom.  Angie easily manipulated the
programming until she got to a personal document file under Angie's
initials and found that she actually wrote sex stories for the internet!

Being curious about sex in general and really curious about Angie
Fornetti's sexuality in particular, Donna was just dying to get into her
computer and check out her secret sex files. The young girl was more then
curious--she was terribly and extremely excited to see them. Donna knew she
wrote stories about sex, but thought they would be pretty tame stuff.  What
she read, however, she couldn't believe. Donna couldn't believe all the
things she was reading about this sexy older woman! They were very hard
core lesbian! So dirty, such filth! She was into kinky S&M! Angie liked to
be dominated, most of all by women--she liked to have her tits slapped!
What a whore! And worst of all some of the things were so HOT! Angie was
one hot bitch! For some reason the idea of this gorgeous older woman being
kind of slutty and definitely kinky really turned Donna on. A lot! The high
school girl would sit at the screen reading Angie's personal stories and
fantasies and get incredibly horny. Donna started masturbating to her
stories. It was very strange, because it was in the woman's bedroom. Her
bedroom was like a part of her. It was like Donna was masturbating in front
of the older woman. It was almost like having sex with the woman! The girl
would read about all the sexy things she did, how she sucked some woman's
pussy and then thanked her for the privilege or drink her pee. Donna would
pretend she was the woman, her Mistress, and Angie was her precious little
obedient slave. That would really turn the girl on. The idea of controlling
and dominating the sexy older woman was intoxicating. And not just
controlling her, that would be cool in itself but controlling her sexually,
making her a sex slave! Most of her stories are about female to female
domination with her as the slave, so Donna created a fantasy world with
herself as Angie's dominatrix!

After discovering these stories and reading them for a few weekends, Donna
started noticing Angie very differently.  The girl would imagine her in the
sex acts she described. When Donna looked at the woman, she saw her on her
knees satisfying a woman with her mouth. When Angie greeted her at the door
for a babysitting night and got ready for her night out, Donna started
actually checking out her ass and huge jutting tits. Looking at her
breasts, sizing her up, watching her full lips as she wetted them with her
tongue, Donna could taste them. The girl couldn't help but fantasizing
about the voluptuous older woman. The more she read about her on the
computer, the more Donna thought about her. Donna had the hots for Angie!
The sexy young cheerleader would stare at the woman's tight ass and think
how pretty it looked.  She would wonder what it would be like to touch it
and rub her face against it and kiss it. To pry open those cheeks, bury her
nose in the crack and take a long, sexy smell at the woman's asshole.
Donna started to develop a passionate crush on Angie Fernetti! Donna would
fantasize about being Angie's girlfriend and kissing her, seeing her naked,
what her pussy looked like and tasting it. Perhaps going out on a date with
her to the movies, holding hands, necking in the back of the theater.  On
one hand, the torrid sexual thrill of lesbian dominance, on the other a
romantic picture of two girlfriends on a date.  She couldn't get the woman
out of her head!

Finally, Donna decided that she wanted the older woman to be her bitch. She
knew the buxom brunette was a sub lesbian slut and wanted her for
herself. Needless to say, it became awkward around Angie when she came over
to babysit.

Donna decided if at all possible to seduce the older woman! If the woman
was as big a slut as she portrayed herself in her stories it was going to
be easy. But she didn't dare just put the moves on her. What if she was
turned off? Then things would really be awful between them. And what if her
husband found out? So she decided to go very slowly. Donna had to figure
out how to seduce this sexy, gorgeous female! The cheerleader decided to
work all her girlish charms on this woman.

That Friday night, instead of her usual tight jeans, she wore skin-tight
jean short-shorts that were cut off unusually high on the thigh to almost
reveal the dark blonde hairs from her cunt.  She didn't wear panties, just
in case.  And knee-high black leather platform boots to accentuate her
ass. She also decided to put on a real sexy tank top belly shirt, revealing
her pouty pierced naval. It was very cute in pretty aqua blue--very tight
along the bust line to create as much cleavage as possible.  She put on an
extra coat of glossy red lipstick as well, just to bring out the fullness
of her moist, sensual lips.

Before leaving her bedroom for the Fornetti's house, Donna checked herself
in the mirror.  She was gorgeous--hell, she'd have fucked herself! She made
sure she got to the Fornetti's house nice and early.

Angie answered the door dressed in a very short, tight black leather
miniskirt, a white silk lacy blouse that strained against her huge
thrusting tits, black fishnet stockings and black leather high-heeled
"fuck-me" spikes.  She glittered with gold jewelry and looked stunning with
perfectly applied makeup to her beautifully sensual face.  Donna could see
the lacy bra through her blouse and just the faintest hint of dark nipples.

Donna was especially friendly tonight and complemented Angie on her outfit.
"Hey, Mrs. F, you look hot tonight!  Wow, I wish I had an outfit like
that!"

"Oh, Donna, thank you, dear.  It's always nice to get a complement from
such a pretty girl like you, with all the latest styles.  You always dress
well yourself!  I bet you turn a few heads, don't you?"  Angie smiled at
her, her eyes roving up and down the girl's body.

"Yeah, I get my share.  We have a lot in common, don't we Mrs. F?"  Donna
sat on the couch in front of the TV and crossed her booted legs right in
front of her.

"We do, Donna.  And how many times do I have to remind you to call me
Angie, sweetheart?"  The voluptuous woman slid her arms into her matching
black leather jacket.

"Sorry, Angie.  Will you be home late?"  Donna was hoping she'd be back
sooner than later since her plan was to take some time to seduce this woman
after the kids were in bed.

"No, I don't think so.  Maybe we can have a nice chat when I get home.  We
haven't in a while, have we?"  Their eyes met.  Angie slightly raised one
eyebrow, then seemed to gaze at Donna's freshly painted lips.

Donna was surprised by this development.  Was this woman interested in her
as well?  Was this actually a pass?  "That would be great, Angie.  Have a
good time."  On impulse, Donna got up from the couch, and walked to the
woman.  She hugged Angie goodbye, which she never did.  The busty woman
returned the hug, lingering for a moment.  The musky, erotic odor of
leather from the skirt and jacket enveloped the two girls.  Donna gripped
Angie's leather-covered back and slid her hands along the supple kidskin,
subtly massaging and feeling.  Angie in turn wrapped her arms around
Donna's waist, the two sets of full tits mashing against each other. A
spark of erotic heat burst between the two, then Angie was reluctantly out
the door.  Did Donna notice hardening nipples under Angie's silk blouse?
Or was it her imagination?

It was all Donna could do not to masturbate the evening away, thinking of
that moment with Angie and what could be coming.  She would raise her hands
periodically to her nose to sniff the leather smell from that brief clinch
with the woman.  It seemed like forever before Mrs. F returned home that
evening.

Finally, she did.  Donna's heart leapt in her ample chest.  Angie tossed
her car keys aside and they exchanged pleasantries. Then Angie suggested
they have a cold drink and relax on the couch for that conversation.  Donna
watched the full tits straining behind the blouse as Angie removed her
black leather jacket.  Had the blouse been unbuttoned just one more after
she left?  They sat together on the couch with their drinks.  The erotic
scent of perfume and leather enveloped Donna as she felt the animal
attraction to this older woman sitting so close to her. She couldn't take
her eyes off of Angie's full, moist burgundy lips. She kept on wetting them
with her tongue.  Was she teasing the girl?

After some small talk about the neighborhood and school, they eventually
got around to talking about boys. Donna told Angie that she was very
self-conscious about dating because she didn't know how to kiss a boy. What
a lie! The cheerleader wasn't even a virgin any more! But this seemed to
ring true with Angie. The woman couldn't believe it, and sadly remembered
how awkward she felt at Donna's age too.

Suddenly, Donna began her plan--it was her opening!  She asked Angie if she
would teach her how to kiss a boy in case a boy ever asked her. Angie
sympathetically agreed and, putting her drink down, started to show Donna
all kinds of moves. When to know the boy is going to kiss you, how to hold
your head at the right angle, who takes tongue, who gives it, how much, how
to put the brakes on. The woman was showing the young girl how to pucker up
and everything, but Donna just played dumb. Boy, this woman really knew her
make-out technique!

Then Angie held her hand in a ball so that her thumb and fore finger made a
kind of mouth, her manicured fingernails glistening in the soft light. The
woman showed Donna how to kiss it, like it was the boy. She was kissing her
hand saying "Oh baby." So Donna just took her hand and said "Like this?"
and started French kissing her hand like it was a boy's mouth! Angie seemed
a little taken aback by it because the girl really French kissed her hand
and made it very gooey. Donna actually slobbered all over her hand. She had
her tongue all down inside and deep.

Angie said "Uh, yeah, like that", and withdrew her hand. But Donna detected
a little hint of sexual rush on the woman.  So Donna decided to get very
bold.

"Angie, why don't you just show me how to do it?"  Donna said, curiously.

"I'm trying, sweetheart."  Was the woman taking the bait?

"No just pretend I'm the boy and show me what to do."

"Kiss you??"

"Why not? It wouldn't be like a real kiss or anything. I've got to learn
somehow or would you want me to learn on the street?"

"OK, I guess it would be alright." Angie slowly leaned in and started
showing Donna how the boy would hold her. She embraced the girl, putting
her arms around her shoulders. Donna could feel the woman's hands over her
bra straps on her back. The girl made sure to push her tits right on the
woman's but made it look like it couldn't be helped. It felt so good to
have the woman nipple to hard nipple.  Donna's thick nipples burned and her
pussy started getting warm and moist as well. The girl was definitely
starting to like this. She relaxed in the older woman's arms. Donna didn't
know about Angie, but sitting there making out with the woman was really
turning her on even if it was only pretend. This is what the gorgeous
cheerleader had longed for!

At first the woman's kisses were just pretend, they were just pecks on the
cheeks. But Donna could feel Angie's hot breath on her face. She was right
up against the girl, nuzzling her, saying this is how the boy will do
it. As they pretended more and more, Donna got hotter and hotter. She got
bolder and bolder too. The erotic odor of soft leather and wet pussy rose
from Angie's skirt, along with the slight smell of sweat mixed with perfume
coming from her armpits.  The girl knew she had to do something. Donna was
dying to kiss the woman for real. She wanted her mouth on Angie's so
bad. It was killing her. The idea terrified her but she had to do
something. Donna knew she was going to kiss her. She knew she had to
try. If she didn't the girl would regret it for the rest of her life.

So just then, Angie leaned over to give Donna a little pretend peck on the
lips. The girl knew it was just going to be a peck. Angie was saying, "Boys
like to kiss on the lips like this..."  Donna didn't think that the woman
had planned to teach her too much about French kissing. She probably would
have been happy if the girl had thought all kissing was closed-mouth
kissing. But Donna already knew about open mouth kissing. Knew about it and
wanted it from this busty, sensual older woman. So when Angie leaned in,
Donna grabbed her and pulled her in and gave her a real deep hot wet "fuck
me" French kiss. It was a real lover's kiss, a "make me your woman", full
open-mouth kiss that lasted, mouth over open mouth, lips locked tightly
together, tongue-in-mouth kiss. An intense, lipstick-smearing, serious and
a decidedly sensuous kiss. Angie didn't kiss the girl back but she didn't
push her away either.

"Like that?" Donna asked hotly. Their glazed eyes were just inches apart.
Their shiny, smeared lips even closer.  Each could breath the animal scent
coming from the other.

"Yeah, kind of," Angie replied almost in shock. Donna had stolen a kiss
from Angie Fornetti!! She knew it was naughty and wrong, this hot girl-girl
make out session, but that made the girl's pussy tingle even
more. Mmmm--she wanted more.

Donna pressed forward with her plan.  There was no turning back now.  "Now
you try kissing me and I'll be the girl."--by that the babysitter meant the
woman should French kiss her and slip her the tongue. Angie gazed at the
girl with a quizzical look on her face for what seemed like an eternity,
but probably just a few seconds. Then she blinked a couple of times
vacantly. Then Donna saw some kind of realization come over her face. She
could see Angie's mind racing. Donna couldn't tell what she was
thinking. Maybe she was just realizing that Donna was some kind of a
slut. A wicked girl. Although Donna was pretty sure she could play the
situation off if she had to. They were only practicing! But if Angie didn't
kiss her back, she was going to die! She would just die. But she did!!
Donna was so happy, her heart jumped inside. The girl was giddy!  And
burning with desire for this woman. Yesssssss!!!!  Angie leaned in and gave
Donna a really hot French kiss. Much more then the girl was expecting. The
woman was kissing her and sliding her tongue into the young girl's mouth
and holding her tight. Donna yielded to everything the woman did. She was
putty in her arms. Donna kissed her mouth and sucked her tongue. Her slick
tongue was burning hot. The girl's pussy drooled between her legs. She was
hot and wet instantly. Her nipples were on fire too. The girl sat there and
made out with the older woman for about 15 minutes. Their arms wrapped
tightly around each other, hands gripping the back of each other's heads
tightly, manipulating for deeper tonguing.  Angie broke the kiss and gazed
into Donna's eyes.

The young girl watched her expression very carefully. She wanted to see if
the woman was going to be upset, or if she was going to be fine with what
happened. Donna was scared she might be disgusted, at herself or with the
girl. That she would blame the girl for what happened. Donna's whole
existence hung on the demeanor of that expression. She had really
gambled. Time stopped. Donna's heart stopped. But when she smiled, maybe
even a kind of a blush in her cheeks, Donna was so relieved and giddy that
she couldn't help hugging the woman. A great big giant tit-squashing
hug. Angie's breasts against Donna's felt so comfortable, so right, so
good, she couldn't move away. It felt soooo good! Donna wanted to stay in
Angie's arms forever. The girl had her face pressed into the woman's neck
where her hair came down over her shoulders. Donna smelled her, her aroma
was intoxicating, the perfume and leather. It didn't seem wrong.  The young
girl just kept squashing her tits right up on top of the older woman's,
feeling their warmth.

Donna pulled the woman in for another hot kiss. But certainly not like a
friend or neighbor. The girl grabbed Angie firmly by the arms, steadying
her, then slowly drew their lips together.  They watched each other's
pouting lips as they drew closer to sensuous contact, parting them wider as
they drew closer, getting ready, positioning tongues for mouth-fucking. It
was finally a long, wet, full-on-the-mouth, I-want-you-to-be-my-bitch,
French tongue-in-the-mouth kiss. Just like they had been practicing. To
Donna's relief, Angie yielded herself to that hot young mouth and probing
tongue. Encouraged, Donna took advantage of that and pushed her tongue
deeper into the woman's lipsticked mouth. Angie received it, took it,
sucking tightly, then pushed her own tongue deep into the girl's
mouth. Angie was melting into Donna's kiss. It was like someone was kissing
her, she didn't know who, but she was enjoying it. They took turns sliding
tongues along each other's teeth, gums and swapping spit.  Saliva leaked
uncontrollably out of their mouths onto chins.  Then just as quickly Donna
broke it off. She didn't want to scare the woman off. Their swollen mouths
were slick with each other's saliva and smeared with each other's glossy
lipstick.

Gazing deeply into her eyes, Donna said "You look so sexy, Angie, so hot.
I just don't want to forget anything you taught me. You're such a great
teacher. I don't care if it takes a month, I'm going to learn to be a great
kisser. And it will be all thanks to you."

Donna was elated, savoring the sweet, tangy residue of Angie's lipstick and
saliva on her mouth, inhaling her smells.

"Well are you going to teach me any more?", the young girl arched her back,
thrusting her full chest out against the tight top, nipples hardening.

Angie, breathing heavily said, reluctantly, "No, no, I think you've learned
enough sweetie."

But Donna pleaded, "Please, no, just practice with me for a few more
minutes."  And with that the sexy babysitter leaned over, gripped the
woman's face with each hand and started kissing her on the mouth. So Angie
started kissing back. It was so nice to French kiss her sexy female
neighbor. She smelled so pretty and her lips were so soft and pliant. Her
mouth tasted so good. It felt so right, completely. Donna loved kissing
her. She loved being on top of the brunette forcing her thick, serpentine
tongue down the woman's hot throat. Angie sucked Donna's tongue, the girl
sucked the woman's tongue back. She bit the brunette's lips, chewing on
Angie's full lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. The older woman did the
same to the cheerleader.  They were making out passionately, that's for
sure. Angie wasn't keeping up the previous pretence. She wasn't saying
things like "When you kiss a boy do this..." or "You'll be expected to cock
your head this way."  Nope. They just made out.

The two girls, the young blonde cheerleader and the older brunette neighbor
were making out for real! Angie didn't hold back, so neither did Donna. The
older woman was all over the girl. Pressing into her, sucking Donna's
tongue, scraping teeth, swapping spit. Taking the girl's tongue, taking the
kisses from those ruby red moist lips. They didn't speak. They were just
going at it! The gorgeous, sexy Angie was making out with her! For real!
And in a big way! Donna knew Angie couldn't possibly believe this was
kissing practice. Donna knew Angie didn't put a stop to it because it was
turning her on, she thought it was wrong, but she loved it.  The babysitter
and the female neighbor made out every night they could after that. Donna
would kiss her so passionately and feel her all over, smooth her hair, kiss
her nose. Donna would ask things like "Do you think a boy would like this?"
Donna licked Angie's lips, sucked her lips. She sucked her tongue, she gave
it to the girl freely. She would brush her tits slightly. Angie loved
that. Donna let her hands slide down and cup her ass cheeks. She would grab
the woman's ass and squeeze it, kneading it, running fingertips up and down
her ass crack. Her thin leather miniskirt offered little protection as
Donna felt her through it. There was heat coming off her pussy too. It
radiated like a little furnace. Donna was free to sex her just about any
way she wanted. The girl gave her hickeys on the neck to mark the older
woman as her property. She in turn gave them to Donna.  But as much as this
action turned on the young girl, she knew that their relationship was ready
for the next step....


More to cum of Donna and Angie's passionate affair in part two.  I'd
appreciate your email with thoughts on the story....  mgoldman_78730@yahoo.com