Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2006 13:03:03 +1100 (EST) From: erica milligan Subject: Watching the Dolphins This is a further story of lesbian sex between two adult women. They are both of a legal age but if any of the readers are below the age, where in your jurisdiction, you are not permitted to read stories of this kind please leave now. Whilst the story has been written for my own pleasure I've decided to ask NIFTY to include it in their Lesbian library for any body else to read. You may download it for your own reading pleasure or you may send it to a friend for their pleasure. It may not be sent to any kind of a publication that is published with the intention of sale for profit. The story is the property of Erica Milligan and ownership should not be claimed by anybody else. The name of the story is Watching the Dolphins. I hope you enjoy it and if you should have any comments to offer please contact me at:- Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au Florence had stayed overnight but we'd not had any sex that's unless playing with my breasts before we went to sleep can loosely be called sex. So, we were both awake, showered and dressed well before the kids started knocking at the door of my apartment. One of the kids, and I can't remember which one, had suggested going about an hours drive up the coast where we could see the dolphins, or porpoises I'm never sure which one's which. I had to remind them that it was a school day so little trips were out for them but Florence suggested that we ask the older ones if they'd take the little ones to school for me. The older ones were a little reluctant but did eventually, with a little bribe being offered, agree to take them. That left Florence and I with an hour extra that we could spend enjoying ourselves. We started up the little car, such a beautiful little thing, and headed off on our hours drive to the lake. The lake opened onto the open sea and perhaps could more correctly be called a harbour, not that any big ships called in there, it was the territory of pleasure and tourist boats. As far as I could make out there was an invisible line past which the boats could not pass, I think it was where the influence of the open sea could be felt and perhaps the pleasure boats were not of a class to handle the open sea conditions. When we arrived at the little pier from where the boats left we found that the first cruise didn't leave until 10.30am, that left us with an hour to waste. Never one's to waste the opportunity to have morning coffee and cake we found a little caf‚ not too far from the pier and settled in for morning tea. An elderly gentleman came and took our orders. Yes ladies, what can I get for you? One day I'm going to learn how to spell Tira Misu, an Italian cake. However, I know how to say it so I ordered two of them, one each for Florence and I, and two cappuccinos made with skimmed milk. Florence told him not to be long but the gentleman said that we shouldn't worry because the boats captain would give a blast on his whistle about 15 minutes before departure, that would give late arriving passengers adequate warning of impending departure. Whatever the cake is called it was delightful and we spent the intervening time enjoying the cake and coffee and admiring the view from the little caf‚'s balcony overlooking the lake. Eventually, the boat sounded its whistle or whatever it's called and so we paid and strolled down the few yards to the pier. There were two levels on the boat, one the open deck and another just below the waterline. The level below the waterline would give a nice view of the dolphins from below the water and as both of us had seen them innumerable times before we decided that we'd sit in the lounge downstairs. We'd been left the pier for about 15 minutes when we heard the radio say that there was a "pod" of dolphins near the sandy point. The captain made an announcement over the "tannoy" that we were going to change course to that area, another boat that had left from a different pier had warned him that we'd find them there. Great excitement among the crowd on the upper deck probably they were mostly foreign tourists who'd not seen them before so the lounge was empty except for Florence and I. When the dolphins came into view all the passengers on the upper decks were far too interested and excited to wonder what Florence and I were up to. We'd knelt on the seats around the lounge and we could see the dolphins through the underwater windows whenever they came back under water. What really happened was whilst I was busy watching the dolphins Florence had put her hand up my skirt and wormed her way inside my knickers to enter her finger inside my pussy. I suppose you're asking if it hurt, her entering me like that, if the truth be known whenever I'm with Florence I'm always just a little moist. I was a little scared that we'd be caught but she was between the door and where I was kneeling so she'd have time to remove her finger if somebody should descend the ladder to the lounge. She wasn't really fucking me, just giving me one of her famous `teases" that nearly drive me to distraction, just so slow that it would take me a little while to "cum". I didn't even get a kiss to help me along, just the slow movement of her finger inside me but whilst she'd had me engrossed in what her finger was doing her other hand was searching for my breast. Her elbow was on the back of the seat supporting herself but her hand had plunged inside my blouse and was now teasing my nipple. God, if only she doesn't take it out it will be OK but if she does I'm really in trouble. My eyes were closed and my breathing was irregular and oh fuck, she was lifting my breast out of my bra. What could I do, I was enraptured with what she was doing and now she was whispering in my ear about what she would do to me on the way home. There was an announcement from the captain that the dolphins had turned out to sea and we could no longer follow them. That would mean the there was nothing else to keep the passengers on deck and the captain advised it might be a good idea to enter the lounge for some relief from the heat. That would have to happen just then when I was almost ready to "cum" but Florence didn't flinch from what she was doing giving me a few quick and extra hard pushes to finish me off. Thank god for that, she'd just removed her fingers from me as the first of the passengers came below but that didn't stop her from licking her fingers. I don't know if any of the other passengers saw her or what they would have thought if they had but her lips were lovely and wet and shiny from my "cum" and, need I say it, my pussy was tingling with the little action that it had just been subjected too. All I hoped was that there would be no evidence of "cum" on my stockings for all and sundry to see. I managed to put my breast away with a little judicious pulling and tugging but I couldn't fasten by blouse, it would have looked too obvious so Florence still had something nice to look at after all. One thing that was really necessary was that I had to clean myself up `down below". As it was I would make awful squelching noises as I walked so I must find a toilet and make sure I got some of the moisture away from myself. When I told Florence she pointed out the ladies to me and said she'd accompany me there. That scared me, didn't know whether she'd want some more or whether she'd insist on doing everything for me which ever it was the thought filled me with trepidation. Fortunately it was the latter so all I got was a clean up anyway. I must say that it was one of the nicest day trips I'd ever had!!!!!!!!