Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2016 20:39:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Samantha and Older Women 6 (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F Warning: Adult Youth, oral, anal, 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. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2016 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Samantha and Older Women 6 Casandra By Jan One afternoon right after school I went to a local bookstore. I was in my plaid school skirted uniform with the blue blazer, with my book bag slung over my left shoulder. I was simply planning on reading a few pages of lesbian erotica, because even though I was 16 years old I still so young looking I was able to buy a child's ticket to get in movies. I casually wondered through the shelves until I got to the lesbian section. I selected a book with an interesting title and flipped through the pages until I got to the sexual part. I was so engrossed in reading the description of the sex between the women I was oblivious to my surroundings. What brought me back to reality was the feeling of a hand on my butt. It startled me. Not only was there a hand on my ass, I could smell the expensive perfume and feel the body heat of a woman. I turned my head to get a look at the woman. I was impressed with the woman. Her face reminded me of Barbra Streisand when she was in her thirties, down to the curly brown hair. She was a head taller than me. She was wearing a shiny light gray business suit, as she gave me a smile and I smiled back. I debated whether to just offer to just go with her or continue reading. I opted to continue reading, because having sex in public was an added thrill. The prospect of possibly getting caught was a turn on, so I simply returned to reading the book. The woman stood right behind me, moved my pack aside and lifted the back of my skirt. She placed the palm of her hand on my butt. She rubbed the smooth silken material until it was worm. I heard the sound of high heels on the wooden floor coming down the else. The woman withdrew her hand and pulled the back of my skirt down and smoothed the pleats. As the woman passed us it must have looked like the woman was simply reading over my shoulder. As soon the woman rounded the corner my Jewish lady friend lifted the back of my skirt again. This time she stuffed her hand down the back of my panties and ran her fingers up and down the sweaty crack of my ass. She eventually stuffed her hand so deep that she was able to stick her fingers in my pussy and her thumb up my asshole. She was masturbating me vigorously. It was impossible to truly concentrate on reading. The woman used her left hand to reach under my arm and grasp my breasts. The woman's breathe was warm on the back of my neck even with my hair in the way. She obviously enjoyed feeling my breast. Her body was pressed against my backside. Her crotch was pressed against the hand masturbating me. She pulled my blouse out of my skirt and ran her hand under the blouse. Her strong hand followed my ribcage until her fingers reached my bra. She forced the bra with the underwire cup up over my tit. She squeezed the flesh with her fingers, and used her index finger to toy with my nipple. I was breathing as hard as a sprinter that had just run her best. I wasn't even thinking about being caught with a woman's hand in my panties and a hand on my tit. I was blinded by an orgasm. While I stood there recovering the woman removed her hands and straightened up my skirt, and helped me get my tit back in the bra. I stuffed the blouse back into my skirt. I put the book back on the shelf, and allowed the woman take my arm and lead me out the door. As soon as we were on the sidewalk we stopped long enough to introduce ourselves to each other. Her name was Casandra, and I told her that my name was Samantha. She raised an eyebrow quizzically, so I told her that I was only half Japanese. That elicited a smile. Casandra asked, "Would you care to accompany me to my place, so we can enjoy a lot more than just masturbation?" I had to stand on tiptoe to be able to kiss her on the mouth, in answer to her question. I fell into step next to her as we walked up the Avenue. While we were walking I studied the woman. She was slender and dressed like a professional business woman. She led me to her apartment building, and we took the elevator up to the 8th floor. She had me practically undressed by the time the elevator door opened. I hadn't even thought about the possibility that someone might be waiting for the elevator door to open. I stood there impatiently while she unlocked the door. As soon as we were in her apartment she removed her own business jacket and tossed it aside, and took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth. When she broke the kiss she asked, "Would you like something to drink?" My answer was, "Water would be fine." Casandra went to the kitchenette and soon returned with two glasses of cold water. We made our way to the couch and while we sipped the water we talked. Just as I suspected Casandra was a fourth generation Russian Jewish woman. When she talked she even sounded like Barbra Streisand. I was fascinated listening to nonstop narration of her life. She had managed to acquire a couple of degrees from New York City College. She also demonstrated that she had a flighty personality. She bubbled over with excited animated jesters while trying to describe her occupation was amusingly unclear what she actually did for the City Department of Public Works. I bored her with the facts of my life. How my father met my mother while stationed in Japan as an Air Force First Lieutenant. He had married her and brought her home with him after his resigned his commission. I had inherited her looks and my father's temper. She had assumed I went to a Catholic school of course, because of the uniform I was wearing. I told her the name of the school I was going to and that I was a junior. She looked surprised, "I thought you were much younger." . . I smiled with pleasure, "I can still get into theaters for the price of a child's ticket." I didn't think that my sex life was any of her business. Besides it was more fun letting her believe I was an innocent school girl. When we had finished telling our stories she pulled me close and started feeling me up while she kissed me. I hadn't noticed until that moment that my blouse was hanging out of my skirt properly. I was embarrassed to think we had walked all the way here with me looking so untidy. She gave it a tug and pulled my blouse out of my skirt, and she started to unbutton the front of my blouse. She reached around my back to unhook my bra even before she took my blouse off. When she removed the blouse the bra fell away too. She made a fuss over my breasts. She marveled over the fact that my breasts were so mature while I looked so young. My skirt fastened in the back with a flap covering the top of the zipper. She had to unbutton the flap to get to the zipper. I had to lift my butt up, so that she could pull the skirt out from under me. School required all of us to wear full slips, but I cheated and only wore a half slip. She had to pull that off too. I also cheated when it came to my panties. The sweet little old nuns would have punish me if they ever got a glimpse of my tight little lace panties. She tugged on them and they stretched a lot before they slipped out from under my ass. I only had on my white knee length sock and the saddle oxfords at that point. She didn't feel it necessary to take them off because she had access to everything she was interested in. Once I was naked she ran her hands all over my body before she stood up to take off her own clothes. She was wearing a teal silk blouse with long sleeves and it was open at the collar. There was an impressive rope of black pearls around her neck, and it rested in the cleavage between her breasts. She had large breasts supported by a firm support bra. When she removed the blouse I was impressed with the purple lace over gray silk of her brassiere. It was cut so that a large portion of her breasts were exposed. She turned her skirt around to unhook the zipper of her shirt and pull it down her long legs. She clung to the skirt with her right hand as she stepped out of the skirt. I was captivated by the sight of the matching panties to her bra. The black lace over the gray silk created the illusion of pubic hair. She was wearing self-supporting nude nylons, and they were pulled all the way up to the junction of her legs to her torso. Her three inch pumps were perfect for business use. They looked almost new. There were only a few scuff marks on the insides of her heels. I was with fascinated interest as she pealed the panties down. When her vulva came into view it was devoid of any hair. The folds of her labia minor gave testimony of her mature womanhood. My mouther watered in anticipation of tasting her cunt. I had to restrain myself from revealing what a slut I was. Casandra was always the aggressor in this act of seduction. She left her nylons and pumps on, because they looked so much more seductive. She stood there in front of me with her legs as wide of her shoulders and stood there rubbing her crotch with her right hand, and a wicked expression on her face. Just looking at her was almost enough to give me an orgasm. She reached down and pulled me to my feet and led me to her bedroom. I was overwhelmed by the opulence of her bedroom. It was so perfect that she could bring up either males or females and there wouldn't be anything to reveal her proclivity to seduce young girls. Casandra helped me get onto her bed and position me right in the middle of the bed. She stepped back to admire what I looked like. I lay there watching every move she made. She was as graceful as a cat when she crawled across the bed on her hands and knees. It was like she was an animal about to eat me. Only she started licking my knees and worked her way up my thigh. I thought she was going to start eating my pussy, but she continued up my body. It was driving me crazy. She licked her way u my ribcage until she claimed my right tit with her mouth. She sucked on my nipple so hard I was sure tit was going to be bruised. It felt like an eternity before she switched to the left nipple. When she was finished with my breasts she was laying on top of me and she kissed me with plenty of tongue. It drove me crazy again as she licked her way down the middle of my body. She paused at my navel to tongue it before continuing down my body. I placed my hands on top of her head and tried to force her down to my pussy, but she was stronger than me. She took her sweet ever-loving time about going down on me. When she did start eating my pussy it was heaven. Her tongue was like a snakes tongue the way she flicked my clit. When I had an orgasm I actually squirted milky cum all over her face. I actually fainted for a few seconds. When I came to my body was quivering uncontrollably. It lasted for several minutes, and when it was over I was exhausted. It left like I couldn't lift my arms or legs. Casandra was kissing my eyelids and face very motherly. She wasn't finished with me yet. She sat up on her knees and walked her way up straddle of my body. When her bald cunt was right in front of my face she smashed her cunt right into my mouth. I did my best to please her, but her cum almost choked me. She even rubbed her asshole against my mouth and nose until she had a couple of orgasms. She allowed me to use her bathroom to clean up, and I saw how red my face was in the mirror. I gave myself a sponge bath before we retrieved or clothes. She escorted me home to insure that I didn't get molested on my way home. I went to bed that evening with fanciful dreams about fucking all of the women in my life. 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.