Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2017 21:02:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Maya (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, F/f Adult Youth, oral F/f This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2017 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Maya By Jan The morning light coming through the slit in the blinds over my bed woke me up. The bed was warm and I resented having to get out of bed. I finally had to make up my mind to get my ass up and get ready for work. I showered quickly and got dressed. I bought a large paper cup of coffee from the donut shop before catching the bus headed east from Santa Monica on my way to Paramount Studios. Sitting on the bus I thought about how my family came to live in southern California. My great, great, grandfather, had been a Russian Jewish immigrant that had worked hard in the garment district of New York City. Because of a friendship with someone in the motion picture industry that was moving from NYC to southern California during the silent era he moved the family to the Hollywood area to work as a costume designer for the movies. As studios came and went the family continued work as costume designers. It pasted down from father to son until I came along. My parents were pretty liberal, so they didn't get overly emotional when I didn't want to be the traditional Jewish housewife and mother. I went to the University of California at los Angles (UCLA) to study costume design. Because of my family connections I work my way into the industry and became a respected designer sought out by a number of studios. I was so engrossed in my own thoughts I almost missed my stop. As I walked through the gate and showed my Identification card I caught the tram to the back lot. This day we were preparing to work on location, so I was selecting costumes to load on the truck. We were taking along clothes for at least 50 extras as well as the principal actors. By the time my staff loaded the mobile rack and checked the list, and I talked to the director and producer there was nothing left to do but send the truck to the location along with the trucks with the lighting and camera equipment. It was time to go home. As usual I took the bus home and planned on driving my little Mini Cooper out to the Malibu location. The day's shoot lasted well into the night. You learn to ignore the civilians watching the filming. I was tired but not hungry, because the craft table served plenty of good food all day. I was driving on the coast road back to Santa Monica when I happen to see a girl thumbing a ride. I couldn't resist pulling over and giving her a ride. She had a bag slung over on shoulder and was only wearing a skimpy bikini. I pulled up just in front of her and she came running up to my car. She poked her head in the passenger window, "Can I catch a ride into town with you?" "I could use the company! I'm tired from a long day at work." "Didn't I see you working behind the camera at the movie shoot back up the beach?" "I was there," not wanting to get into a long discussion about my job or listen to a young girl trying to pump me about how to get into the movies. The girl opened the door, tossed her bag into the back and settled into the passenger seat. As I pulled back out onto the road she buckled the seat belt. I asked what her name was, and she told me that her name was Elizabeth. I simply told her that my name was Maya. "I can't thank you enough for picking me up." "Where can I drop you off?" "Anyplace near the pier would be fine." "Don't you have someplace I can take you?" "No, I'm just hitching my way down to San Diego." "Is there some reason you're going there?" "No, I just wanted to see the beach down there." "How are you going to pay for food and lodging?" "I have been sleeping under the lifeguard stands on the beaches and bumming food." "When was the last time you ate?" "A nice old woman made me a big lunch and packed sandwiches for me today." "Are you hungry?" before she could answer I added, "We can make a stop to buy you dinner and if you like you can stop at my place to take a bath and sleep in a bed before you continue your trip." She thanked me, and I took her directly to a little beach front restaurant that served good food. The girl ate like she hadn't had a decent meal in days. Having consumed a prime rib dinner I ordered us peppermint ice cream with spiced coffee. I hadn't been hungry when I picked her up, but I managed to eat a full meal too. There was nothing left to do but pay the bill and take her home. My home was near the bench that allowed me to see over the building to the west. I could see the Ferris-wheel next to the pier. At night the lights on the wheel made for a colorful display. She was excited about getting to take a bath, so I showed her the tub and gave her a large bath towel. I took what few items of clothing and deposited them in my washing machine. While the wash was doing its thing I took the opportunity to take a bottle of bath salts into the bathroom. In truth I just wanted an excuse to get a look at her naked body. I opened the door, excused myself and told her that I thought she would enjoy some bath salts. She didn't bother covering up as I sprinkled the floral scented salts in the bath water, and took a good look at her young body. Her body was slender and almost boyish looking except for the puffy little breasts. She sported pinkish looking areolas that looked like swollen cupcakes perched on top of her creamy breasts. The nipples were inverted. I could see her crotch below the soapy water and her bulbous vulva only had a few strands of light pinkish pubic hairs. That made me suspicious about her age. I was sure she was a prepubescent girl. I wondered how she could be hitchhiking down the coast on her own. I suspected that she was a runaway. I felt pangs of a motherly instinct, but was also sexually attracted to her. I was affair to make an overt pass at her. She solved my problem for me. She handed me a washcloth and sat up to offer her back to me. I washed her back very carefully. Then she lay back in the tub to expose her front to me, so that I could washed her arms and front. When I started washing her breasts she let out a satisfied moan. That emboldened me to be more viperous about feeling her breasts with my bare hand. I slowly worked my way down her body she just smiled up at me. When my hand reached her crotch she spread her legs giving me full access to her cunt. I found that she had a rather large clit buried within her labia major. She let out a moan when I touched it. When I started to withdraw my hand, she grabbed my wrist with her right hand and pulled my hand back to her cunt. As a result I started masturbating her clitoris until she showed me that she was experiencing and orgasm. When I was finished washing her I helped her out of the tub and wrapped her body in the large bath towel. The towel was so large it engulfed her small body. Her freshly washed hair required me to use my pistol hair dryer to dry her hair and brush it out. She smelled like a floral bouquet. I led her to my bedroom and while she got in bed I removed my damp clothes. I let her have a good look at my naked body, so that Elizabeth could see what was about to get in bed with her. I had no illusions about what I look like. No one knows my flaws better than me. I have a skinny bony figure. My little tits look like drooping pancakes on my chest. I'm no more than a 35-B figure, my waist and hips are almost the same size. When it comes to my pussy I have a dark thick bush that obscured my vagina. I placed my first two fingers on my right hand on either side of my vulva and pressed, which both opened my labia and exposed that I had a large clitoris that can best be described as being the size of a young boy's penis and even looked like one without testis. After allowing her enough time to absorb everything, I mounted the bed. I straddled her body and moved up until my pussy was right in her face. I didn't force her, but just presented my cunt close enough for her to smell it. She stuck her nose in the thick follicles of my pubic hair. She looked like an innocent child with a dark beard. She tasted the wet folds of my cunt with her tongue. When she found my clit she sucked it like a nipple, half expecting to draw milk. In truth I fed her the milk of my cum. I even moved my butt up until she could taste and smell my asshole. I thrilled at the power and control I had over her. After I had a couple of orgasms I turned around so that I could eat her pussy and tongue-fuck her asshole. The next morning I showered and we got dressed. I bought her breakfast before putting her on a bus to San Diego. I went back to Malibu to spend another day on location. I was distracted for days thinking about that little traveler, and knew that I was going to look for more young girls to seduce or simply party with young whores. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.