Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2008 15:57:36 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Laguna Art Festival (lesbian/Authorian, F/FF)

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                 Laguna Art Festival

                        By
                       Jan

	Every year the artist colony in the beach
community of Laguna in southern California puts on
the living art show where local people are selected to
stage copies of master art works with real people.
The show attracts tourists that get to spend the
days visiting all of the art galleries.  Local artists set
up displays of their works for sale on the streets.
Every restaurant and bar in town also benefits from
all of the tourism.

	I had been to the Festival several times and
this time I wonted to fully enjoy the atmosphere.  I
rented a hotel room within walking distance to the
small city beach.  From past experience I knew where
the local nightspots were that were friendly to
lesbians.

	Any time I had vacationed in the area I never
failed to enjoy the local talent.  I had discovered my
taste for sex with women in college.

	When I was in high school I had dated some
boys but it never satisfied me.  I was an average
looking girl and knew it.  My figure was not the kind
to stimulate the cocks of the boys.  My hair was
brown and cropped rather short for ease of care.  My
breasts were just average sized and I was a little too
tall for most of the guys.

	When I was studying art history in college I
found the woman teaching the class to be very
fascinating.  After class a group of us girls would
accompany her to a pizza parlor where she would hold
court.  When she showed an interest in me I was
flattered that she found me interesting enough to
allow in her inner circle.  I could not refuse her offer
to have a drink at her home and see her own samples
of her art work.  She showed me her paintings while
we drank wine.  While she was showing me one of her
paintings she slipped her arm around my waist and ran
it up my ribs until she was feeling my breast.  When I
turned towards her she kissed me on the mouth.  I
knew what she wanted and even though I had never
done anything like that before I could not resist her
advances.  After that night I was convinced that
lesbian sex was the only way for me.

	I had a couple of long term relationships with
other women over the years.  They had all ended
badly because we discovered that our personalities
could not co-exist.  I tend to be very anal when it
comes to housekeeping and some of my girlfriends
tended to be slobs.  Then there were the fights when
we flirted with other women.  I don't consider myself
to be the jealous type but it does piss me off when a
girlfriend flirts with someone right in front of me.

	So this year I was looking forward to finding a
woman that was interested in spending a week with a
middle aged woman and taking in the sights during the
art festival.

	There was one small bar that was just the kind
of place I like.  It had a cozy atmosphere.  The bar
had been the hangout of writers and artists for 6 or
7 decades.  It had been built some time back in the
thirties when the Hollywood community had started
hanging out down there because it was far enough
away from big cities that they could let their hair
down and enjoy any sexual whim that might strike
their fancy.

	I liked the bar because the women that
frequented the bar were my age for the most part.
The bartender was a gay guy that knew me and was
easy to talk to.  It was a narrow room with a long bar
running parallel to the long wall and a small booth
against the opposite wall.  I selected a stool near the
bartender's station so that I could talk to him while
he mixed drinks.  That way I would check out the
patrons as they came and went.  When this one
woman came in I found her to be very interesting.

	The bartender greeted her by name.  That told
me she was a local and knew what kind of bar this
was.  I winked at the bartender and turned around on
the stool as she passed me.  When she settled into a
booth I approached her and asked if she would like
company.

	She looked me over like she was debating if I
was the kind of woman she would like to spend the
evening with.  She smiled at me and said, "By all
means join me."

	There was heavy accent in her voice.  At first I
had thought she was a Mexican but the accent told
me she was undoubtedly Philippine.  She was a small
stocky woman and dressed in a light summer dress.
The dress was tight.  The arms were covered to the
elbows and her breasts looked like they would spill
over the top of the dress if she took a deep breath.
There was a little red rose tattooed on the inside of
her left tit.

	I asked, "Would your name be Rose by any
chance?"

	She glanced down at her tit and gave me a big
toothy smile.  "Rosa."

	We chatted for a short time.  She found out I
was spending the week for the festival and I found
out she lived in the area.  She was a ceramic artist
and liked the beach.  She had a friend that had a
home overlooking a small cove. Only the houses that
are on the bluff overlooking the cove had access to
the beach.  She invited me to join her for cocktails
on the beach to watch the sun set.  That sounded
very romantic to me and I gladly accepted her offer.

	She had a new Volkswagen and we drove up the
coast on Highway 1 to the cove where we had to pass
through a gate using a key card to get access to the
road.  She parked her car in front of a garage.  Her
keycard gave her access to the house.  It turned out
the occupant was not home and Rosa left a note on
the coffee table as she grabbed a bottle and two
glasses along with a rice mat. She led me through the
house to a wooden staircase that led down to the
beach.  The staircase made four switchbacks down to
the beach.  I was not looking forward to the hike
back up the bluff.

	Rosa led me to a spot that gave us the best view
of the ocean.  The cove was flanked by rock jetties
sticking out into the ocean.  By the time we had laid
out the rice mat the sun was just a short distance
above the water.  We pulled the cork from the bottle
and she poured us both a generous amount of wine as
we settled down to watch the sun.

	There were clouds in the sky and as the sun
passed below them the underside of the clouds were
turned reddish-orange.  There was the same color of
reddish-orange being cast across the surface of the
water like a path.  As the sun slowly dropped below
the horizon the reddish-orange sun dimmed like a
flame in a lantern being trimmed.  The sky went from
blue to black.  The moon was chasing the sun over the
horizon.  We had consumed most of the wine before
the moon was on its way to setting.

	We had been kissing each other and it was still
a warm.  The sand was damp and cooling even with the
mat under us.  Rosa suggested that we go swimming
before we got too cold.  I protested that I had not
brought along a bathing suit.  She chuckled.  I wanted
to see you naked anyway as she sat up and unzipped
the back of her dress and pulled the sleeves down
her arms.

	That was when I saw the tattoos on her arms.
They were on her shoulders and they were very
colorful.  On her left shoulder was a warm sun disk
that looked very abstract and on the other shoulder
was a moon disk of cool blues as if it were peeking
through clouds.  Her breasts were not all that large
but they were shaped very nicely.  The areolas were
large and the nipples were like plump Tootsie Rolls
ends.

	I unfastened my own dress and unhooked my
bra.  As I matured the muscles that had held up my
tits as a girl had relaxed and my tits sagged so that
they rested on my ribcage.  The nipples no longer
stood out in front of me.  They pointed towards the
sand now.  Rosa didn't seem to mind.  We had removed
our shoes before walking across the sand.  We helped
each other stand up and remove our dresses.  She
had on a tight black thong that barely covered her
vulva.  I had on full panties that covered my body all
the way up to the navel.  Even in the dimming light
Rosa would see the dark shadow through my panties.
We didn't take our eyes off of each other as we bent
over to step out of our panties.  I have a full bush of
dark hair between my legs, where Rosa's pussy was
clean shaven.  The labia were visible and a dark smoky
brown.  There was another tattoo on her left hip.  It
was an intricate design that was a face of a girl with
her dark hair draped over her shoulder and curling
between her breasts.

	We held onto each other as we settled back
down on the mat.  We held each other and kissed one
another.  We both felt each other's breasts until our
nipples were hard.  We took turns sucking each
other's nipples for a long time.  When we took a break
we were fascinated by the sight of the moonlight
shining through the waves as they broke.  They
looked they were glowing a greenish light.  The
breaking waves created white foam.  The water
looked black beyond the surf. I was captivated by the
beauty of the scene.  It looked more like a painting
from someone's imagination than real life.

	We watched the sight for some time while we
each rubbed the pussy of the other.  Rosa was the
one to move her body around so that her legs were
straddling one of my legs and she moved her body
against my pussy so that her pussy was pressed
against mine.  She rubbed her pussy hard against my
pussy.  Our clitorises were being smashed against
each other's.  It felt so good that we hardly noticed
that dry sand had blown onto the mat and was
rubbing our butts like fine sandpaper.  We were
starting to sweat a little by the time we came.

	The night air cooled us off quickly and we felt
the chill.  The bottle was almost empty so we finished
it and got dressed.  She rolled up the mat and I
carried the glasses and bottle as we walked back to
the stairs.  I disposed of the empty bottle in a trash
barrel before we climbed the stairs.

	When we reached the house the owner was
home and greeted us.  She saw that we were cold and
encouraged us to take a warm shower.  The woman
was a nice looking woman as old as me.  Apparently
she was connected with a film production company in
Hollywood.  This was her getaway home.  Rosa and I
headed for the bathroom and got undressed again.

	Rosa may have been smaller than me but her
hands were much stronger.  She pinned me up against
the tile wall of the shower and kissed me while
shoving her fingers up my pussy.  When I was good
and wet she knelt in front of her and took hold of my
pussy with her mouth and it felt like she practically
sucked my clit down her throat.  I fucked her mouth
while holding onto her thick coarse hair.  The shower
water was running down my body and all over her
head.  I was whimpering like a baby as I climaxed.

	Eventually Rosa stood up and pressed her hard
little tits against my body.  Her face was right
between my tits.  I had to strain my neck to bend
over and kiss her on the lips.  It was my turn to place
her against the tile wall and get down on my knees
before her brown body.  Her vulva was as smooth as a
baby's pussy.  I sucked on her labia as hard as I
could.  She locked her legs around my neck and
virtually sat on my shoulders while I was smashing her
butt against the wall.  The mixture of chlorinated
shower water and her salty pussy juice was enough to
excite me and inspire me to double my efforts.  She
practically choked me when she came.  She was still
sitting on my shoulders when our hostess entered
with fresh bath towels.

	She watched as we came out of the shower and
dried off.  When we had finished drying our hair she
let us into the main room overlooking the cove.  It
was very erotic to be sitting in the presence of a
fully dressed woman I didn't know with this horny
little woman.  She told us to remain seated while she
changed.

	Rosa told me to sit back and enjoy what was
about to happen.  When the woman returned she had
changed from business attire into a leather
dominatrix outfit.  She had on high heeled boots that
came all the way up to her thighs.  A leather corset
with a built-in push up bra that forced her breasts up
and the nipples fully exposed.  She had a black latex
rubber dildo strapped in front of her pussy.  She had
removed the pins from her hair and it was flowing
over her shoulders.  She had gone from a business
like woman that could have been a secretary into a
menacing looking creature from a late night soft porn
movie.

	She had a wicked looking whip in her hand.  She
demanded that Rosa assume the position.  Rosa knelt
on her knees face down with her ass in the air.  I was
able to see her smoky colored asshole and her vulva
with its smoky colored labia looking like an upside
down exclamation point.  The woman approached her
from behind and assumed a position to one side so
that I could watch her whip Rosa's ass.  The whip was
a stiff ridding crop about 3-feet long.  Each blow of
the whip on her brown ass brought a red welt up.  She
whipped her ass until the seat of her ass down to the
backs of her legs was swollen and red.

	It was not until then that I recognized that the
tattoo on her thigh was of our hostess.  She turned
to me and told me to get down and lick Rosa's ass.  I
did not respond quickly enough because I could not
believe she meant it.  The riding crop flicked out and
stung my left nipple.  It felt like a bee had stung my
nipple.  The pain shot through my body as I cried out.

	I slid off of the couch and placed my hands on
her round ass.  I could actually feel the heat
radiating from her ass.  When I bent over and placed
the flat of my tongue on her vulva I could not believe
the amount of juice she had produced.  She must
have climaxed while being whipped.  While I was
lapping at the pussy the woman sat on my back.  She
grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled my face up
so that my tongue was in contact with Rosa's asshole.
She was pulling my head up and down forcing me to
taste her asshole as well as her pussy.  With her
other hand she gripped the riding crop by the
flexible shaft and drove the handle into my pussy.
She fucked my ass until the handle was wet.  When
she pulled it out she smelled it.

	I knew because I would see what she was doing
in the reflection on the window.  She even tasted the
handle before she brought her hand back behind me.
I assumed she was going to fuck my cunt again but
this time she drove it into my asshole.  It hurt the
way she did it but it excited me just the same.  By
that time Rosa and I were crying in a mixture of pain
and sexual excitement.

	The woman eventually removed the handle and
squatted over my ass as she shoved her dildo into my
pussy.  She fucked me while calling me a whore.
Eventually Rosa collapsed on the floor and I fell over
her back.  The dildo came out of my pussy with a
sucking sound.  She stood up and surveyed her work.

	We were both sweating from the abuse.  When
I rolled off of her, Rosa rolled onto her back rather
gingerly when her ass came in contact with the plush
carpet but she had a satisfied, glassy eyed
expression on her face.  She obviously enjoyed the
way the woman had treated her.  The woman was not
done with us quite yet.

	She reached down and grabbed me by the hair
and pulled me to my feet.  She forced me to squat
over Rosa's head and lower my pussy to her mouth.
Rosa got a mouth full of my hair and started licking
me.  The woman un-strapped her dildo and straddled
Rosa's body so that she could present her own pussy
for me.

	She slapped my face before pulling me by the
hair against her pussy.  This woman had dark hair but
the pubic hair was straight and not all that thick.  I
could tell that she did not trim her hair but there
were only a few stray hairs outside of her panty line.
I relished sucking her pussy.  It took her so long to
climax that I had cum twice on Rosa's tongue and was
getting raw from her tongue scraping the inside of
my pussy before the woman came in my mouth.

	We had a great time. I even checked out of my
hotel to spend my holiday with them.  We went to the
live art show together.  They knew the local artists
by name.  I bought a couple of very exciting
seascapes that looked just like the beach Rosa and I
had made love on the first night.

	They took me to a party that week where there
were mostly lesbians in attendance.  As the evening
drew late and the gay men departed leaving nothing
but horny women behind, it got very wild.  There were
naked bodies all over the place.  I crawled from pussy
to pussy.  Rosa's friend was in her glory sitting in a
chair like a queen as younger women took turns
sucking her pussy.  Rosa was like her hand maiden.
She would hold their hair away from their faces when
necessary or allow her to pinch her nipples while the
women sucked her pussy.  If the woman demanded
that she lick the assholes of the ones eating her
pussy Rosa took pride in her ability to please the
women.

	The funny thing was I found myself willing to
allow the woman to do what ever she wanted to me as
well.  I found myself servicing the hostess while
Rosa's friend spanked my ass with a rod.  All she had
on were her famous high heeled boots.  I lost count
of the number of pussies I ate or the number of
times objects were stuffed in my pussy and / or ass.

	Rosa and I even visited the same bar where we
had first met and picked up a girl barely college age.
We took her to the ladies room and I sucked her
pussy right there in the toilet stall.  The place
smelled of disinfectant but the idea that anyone
could walk in on us at any minute excited me even
more than sucking her pussy.

	It was a relief to get home and back to work.  I
had a lot of things to think about and a lot of
business cards to keep me busy E-mailing contacts.  I
worked on the Wilshire Corridor for a lawyer.  I was
able to drive to Hollywood to have lunch with Rosa's
friend.  It amused me to think that anyone seeing us
would have only suspected that we were secretaries
out for a quick lunch.  They sure would have been
shocked to see what I would be doing to her in the
strangest places.  She never touched my hair but she
made sure my ass would feel the effects for hours
afterwards.




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