Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2018 18:29:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Marci Greenberg <marci.greenberg@aol.com>
Subject: An Evening With Amelia

An Evening With Amelia
By Marci G.

A young girl, fresh out of college, meets a fascinating older woman.

      My first job after college was with a large accounting firm in
Philadelphia. Shortly after I had started, they sent me to a week-long
training class in Atlanta. It was interesting and good to meet people from
other parts of the country. The week went quickly until Friday. Being new to
the business world, I was not aware of the unwritten rule that offsite classes
and meeting always end at noon on Friday so people could arrange Friday
flights home. I had scheduled myself to leave Saturday morning.

      I returned to my hotel and went to the workout room. I ran hard for
an hour and did some weights, went back to my room and took a nap. I
woke around 5:00 and flipped through the TV dials, wondering why I was
wasting time in a city I had never visited before. The reason was that I was
alone, and I am not the kind of person to do things alone.

      Then I remembered my college roommate telling me of a nice lesbian
bar in Atlanta called My Sister's Place. I did not consider myself a lesbian, or
even bi, but my roommate and I had relieved each other's tension from time
to time during the three years we roomed together. I thought a lesbian bar
might be a place to have a quiet drink and not be bothered by guys on the
make. I felt a little delicious thrill at the prospect of stepping outside my
comfort zone.

      After I showered and dried my hair, I was about to put on a pair of
jeans and a tee. I notice the "dress up" clothes I had brought and not worn,
and decided "what the heck". I put on a white lace bra with matching
panties and white thigh-highs. It was a black dress, silver buttons up the
front with long sleeves and a military collar. The skirt came almost, but not
quite to the top of my stockings. Black FMP's and a black purse completed
the outfit. Oh, to still be able to wear clothes like that... Sigh...

      I was aware of the eyes on me as I crossed the lobby. The doorman
almost fell over himself opening the door and offering to get me a cab. I
flashed him a smile and declined, saying it was such a lovely day for a walk.

      The streets were busy with people getting out of work, anxious to start
their weekends. The few blocks to My Sister's passed quickly, even in the
August sun.  My heart skipped a bit when I saw the place and it took more
than a little courage to continue. I kept telling myself I was just going for a
nice quiet drink, but I kinda knew I was hoping for something more. The
interior was warm and inviting, with lots of wood and brass, dozens of
tables, a dance floor and a long mahogany bar. I sat at the bar and ordered
a white wine. I had wanted to avoid guys on the make, but I forgot about
dykes! They strut and preen as bad as men! I tried to ignore them and
studied the liquors behind the bar, thinking this was not such a good idea
after all.

      I glanced over as a lovely black woman took the stool beside me. Her
skin was the rich brown of a good dark chocolate and was set off nicely by
her lavender pant suit. Her hair was in a tight afro that emphasized her
features, especially her large almond shaped eyes. She smelled faintly of
lilac and cocoa butter. Her smile was intoxicating.

      "May I buy you a drink, Little Bird?" she asked with a slight Caribbean
lilt.

	I was gobsmacked!  I stuttered, "Yes, thank you..."

	Before I could tell her I was drinking Chardonnay, she told the barmaid
to bring two Sapphire martinis, straight-up with lemon twists. I did not dare
contradict her, though I had never had a martini before and doubted I would like it.
She laughed when my first sip caused me to choke, and I became flustered and
embarrassed. She told me to take a small sip and not to swallow right away.
I tried that, and the most wonderful feeling spread through my mouth. I was
beginning to like this new experience, and I tried it again with the same
result. She warned me to slow down a bit or I might find it difficult to walk.

      Her name was Amelia and she taught Anthropology and Women's
Studies at Georgia State University and had stopped by to see what was
going on at her favorite watering hole. I guessed she was about 35. I was
captivated. Her voice, her eyes, her lovely chocolate color, the wonderful
accent all combined to create perhaps the most charming person I had ever
met. Soon I was chattering like a school girl trying to impress her teacher. I
weighed 113 at the time and I was feeling pretty buzzed by the time I was
half through my second martini. A few people were dancing to a Tony
Bennett song, and when Amelia asked me to dance, it seemed like the most
natural thing in the world to agree.  I fell into her arms, feeling not the least
bit self-conscious. My arms were around her waist and her hands on my
shoulders. She was sufficiently taller than me so that my head rested on her
right breast. It gave me a wonderful liquid feeling. I felt safe, secure, and
more than a little aroused. Her breath in my hair felt delicious, and when
she stooped to kiss my head, I thought I would faint.

      When we got back to the bar she said she needed to get some food in
me before I had to be carried. The evening was cool for August and we
walked the few blocks to Morton's. Our waiter was a lovely gay man named
Andre who gushed over me and complimented Amelia on her taste. With a
wink he told me to be careful of her wiles.

      Amelia ordered for us, fillets rare, asparagus, and a tomato salad. She
had another martini but I demurred and settled for ice water while we
waited for our meal. We both knew where the evening was going and I had
the feeling that everyone else in the restaurant did also. Her hand casually
resting on mine when she was making a point... The desire in her eyes, that
I am sure was reflected in my own... I felt so special, and wanted, and
happy to be doing just what I was at that time. I made a joke about
asparagus making your pee smell funny; she said we would have to find out.

      Over coffee I told her my hotel was just a few blocks away. As soon as
I said it, I wondered if I was being too forward.

      She smiled, put her hand on mine and asked, "Are you sure, Little
Bird?"

      It was so sweet; I thought my heart would break.

      "I have been sure since we met", I said.

      She signed the check and we walk the three blocks to the hotel arm-in-arm.

      As soon as the elevator door closed we were in each other's arms, our
mouths and tongues doing that wonderful dance that is so special the first
time. We abruptly stopped when the doors opened. We were busted by an
older couple on their way to the rooftop bar. They scowled, I giggled, and
Amelia just smiled like Mona Lisa.

      Once in my room Amelia took me in her arms and pressed her lips to
mine. I yielded to her sweet mouth, parting my lips, my tongue urgently
seeking hers. I knew it was a kiss I would remember forever. I still get chills
remembering the taste of her mouth, her hands on my body.

      Without breaking the kiss, Amelia unbuttoned my dress. When she got
halfway, she pushed it off my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor. She drew
back and smiled at me making me feel like the most special person in the
world. She pulled the cover off the bed and drew me down to it with her. We
sat on the edge, kissing and nuzzling. It was almost as if she was worshiping
my body; gentle kisses and nibbles on my ears, my neck, my shoulders, her
hands exploring my body. I was in such a state of rapture, I am afraid I did
not contribute much beyond the occasional moan or sharp intake of breath.
She gently laid me back on the bed and removed my shoes, leaving me in
my bra, panties and hose. She wore only her bra and panties, though I had
not noticed her remove her pantsuit.

      I reach up to unclasp her bra, and she said, "No, no Little Bird; we
open our presents slowly."

      So I laid back and let her hands and mouth explore.  Her kisses and
touch were so light as to almost not exist, yet I felt the fire growing inside
me. I rubbed my legs together, not trying to rush her, but to scratch this
wonderful itch.

      Amelia chuckled and chided me, "Such a hurry Little Bird, we have lots
of time."

      Again, I surrendered to her, stroking her head and shoulders as I
could.  I felt my nipples respond to her touch, and at last she unclasped it.
She took first one, then the other in her mouth, kissing and nibbling until I
thought I would explode from that alone. I held her head to my breast and
cried out in a mixture of joy and lust. Amelia kept her mouth on my left
breast and began to stroke my tummy with her right hand. Without thinking,
I began to roll the nipple she had so recently deserted between my thumb
and forefinger.

      Finally she abandoned my breast and her mouth and tongue explored
my abdomen. When she reached my panties she knelt up and smiled at me.
I lifted my bottom and she put both hands on the waistband and slowly
tugged them down. It was uncommon in the late 70's to shave anywhere
beyond the panty line. She let out the faintest gasp when she first saw my
pussy and I knew I had surprised her for the first time.

      She smiled at my completely bald lady part and said, "Oh my, the
Little Bird is even younger than I thought."

      Amelia started kissing and softly licking my upper thighs. I parted my
legs in invitation but she was in no hurry.  She kissed her way down to my
knees then told me to turn over. That was when I learned how sensitive the
back of the knees and thighs can be. It is a lesson I have never forgotten.
She slowly kissed her way up to my bottom.

     When she parted my cheeks I screamed in my head, "Oh G-d, she cannot
possibly be going to do that!".

     As her tongue entered my most private place, I gritted my teeth to keep
from crying out with unspeakable pleasure. I tried to relax to allow Amelia
deeper access and I pushed back into her probing tongue. I wanted her to
consume me. I had never so much as touched back there except to clean
myself. My mind was spinning with indescribable pleasure. I know I was
making noise but I have no idea what I was saying or even if I was using
words. All I knew is that I did not want it to stop, ever...

      I whimpered with both disappointment and relief when Amelia finally
moved on. Biting and kissing my buttocks, she urged me to turn again.
Kissing and licking my navel at first, then moving on to my pubic bone.... I
was in agony with desire. When her mouth finally reached my cunt I push
into her, needing her tongue to touch my most sensitive areas all at once!
But again she did not hurry.

      Her mouth gently nipped and tugged first my outer lips, then the
inner, sending waves of pleasure through me.  When her tongue found my
clitoris and her fingers slipped into me I bit the pillow to keep from
screaming and having security break the door down. Amelia mercilessly
flicked my nubbin with her tongue and looked up into my eyes. I
remembered Andre's warning and at that moment I loved this wicked
woman more than anything in the world. I surrendered myself to her more
fully than I have ever done before or since. Surrendering to a maelstrom of
emotion and sensation, I swirled and spun through places I had never
imagined. My cunt was the center of my universe.

      Suddenly I got a feeling like the water receding before a Tsunami, as if
my soul was drained from my body. My vision greyed; I could not catch my
breath; my body arched so that all my weight was on my shoulders and
heels. Then the universe exploded and I was carried on a staggering tide of
pleasure such as I had never experienced before. Over and over, rolling
waves wracked my body. I rode the crest as long as I could. Then I felt
myself slipping down behind the wave into a warm world of oblivion.

      I heard Amelia's voice as if from a distance, cooing and murmuring
endearments. She kissed my ears, my eyelids, my neck.... I open my eyes
and she was smiling at me.

     "Are you back with us Little Bird?" she asked.

     I was so overcome I started to cry. Amelia held me to her and stroked my
head while I calmed. She smiled; I giggled; the sea was again calm.

      Then I noticed how wet the bed was, "Oh my G-d! What happened?"

      I thought I had peed the bed.

      Amelia laughed; "I wondered if you always ejaculate like that."

      I told her I never ejaculated before.

      She smiled and said, "Then I will take that flood as a compliment."

      I pushed her onto her back and said, "Now it is my turn!".

      I always remember the throaty chuckle, "Okay, Little Bird, do what
you must."

      Just like a kid on Christmas morning, I did not know where to start! I
noticed her bra had a front clasp. How convenient! I popped the clasp and
two wonderful chocolate globes sprang free, topped by two already erect
ebony nipples. I took the left one in my mouth and a small moan escaped
Amelia. I sucked it, and when I bit she grabbed my head and pressed it to
her. I was lost in this delightful bit of flesh when Amelia reminded me the
other might like a little attention also. I happily complied. It felt like a ripe
grape, almost it might burst if I bit too hard. I could have played with them
all night but it was time to move on.

      I kissed and licked my may down to her navel. I probed it a little with
my tongue, but like mine, hers was too sensitive to play with for long. She
lifted her bottom to help me get her panties off. Unlike me, she had a neatly
trimmed but luxurious mat of black nappy hair blanketing the holy-of-holies.
I nuzzled my nose in it, loving the tickle and musky scent. I teased with my
tongue just a little bit and earned a sharp intake of breath. But I had other
things to do first....

      I wasn't sure how I felt about eating ass. But she had done it for me
and I loved it, so I could hardly decline to return the favor. Again, that
throaty chuckle when I told her to turn over.

      Let me say this... the woman was chiseled! Beautifully defined muscles
rippled beneath a layer of butter soft skin.

      I said, "I bet you do weights."

      "A little", was her dreamy reply.

      A little, my ass!  I started at the top of her neck, my lips working
overtime on her ears, her shoulders, then down her spine.

      Amelia had the kind of bottom that was made for a thong, if thongs
had been invented yet. The closest we had then were G-strings, which were
only worn by strippers.... But I digress....

      Back to her butt; which was amazing I must say. Like two loaves of
warm rye bread. It looked so delicious I just had to chew on each side for a
bit. And now for the moment of truth... I tentatively parted her cheeks and
found myself face to butt with another person's asshole for the first time in
my life. I was not as off-putting as I imagined. A cute little wrinkled eye
winking at me. How could I not kiss it? So that is what I did. What a
wonderful naughty feeling! For anyone who has never done it, assuming
reasonable personal hygiene, I suggest you try it.

      I gave her crack a long lick that elicited a moan that I took to mean
approval, so I did it again. I wet my finger and inserted it into Amelia's butt.
It was fun feeling her sphincter squeezing my finger. I liked hearing the
moans.  I had to tongue-fuck it. I stretched her cheeks apart and lowered
my head to her. I poked it with my tongue, tentatively at first, then with
abandon. I pushed my tongue into her tight butthole, loving the tightness of
it, and the nastiness! I used one hand to massage her clit while I tongue-
loved her ass.

      Amelia was close to cumming so I signaled her to turn over. When I
started to kiss the inside of her thigh she arched, her pubis, inviting, no
begging me to lick her sodden cunt. I was only too happy to oblige.
At that moment, her soft, pick folds were the most wonderful thing I had
ever tasted. I wanted to consume every bit of her. Her insistent bucking
brought me back to earth. I kissed and licked her labia then tickled her clit
with the tip of my tongue while finger fucking her ass. When I started to
gently suck her clit I felt it grow in my mouth to the size of a tiny penis. As I
alternately sucked and nibbled it she grabbed my head and pressed me to
her.

      Then I felt the explosion overtake her. She cried out as I redoubled my
efforts, sticking my tongue in her as far as I could, feeling her copious juices
on my chin.  When the shuddering stopped and her orgasm subsided she
gently stroked my head and told me to come to her.  I moved up her body
as if in a trance.

      "That was truly wonderful, Little Bird," she said.

      We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes. I told her I had to pee.
When I got up, she followed me into the bathroom. She stood in front of me
when I sat. Since she was interested, I opened my legs so she could see
better. She licked her lips when she saw my stream.

      And when I reached for the toilet paper she said, "No Little
Bird, I want you salty."

      As I got up she sat and added her contribution to the golden liquid in
the bowl. I knelt in front of her, and she put her finger in her stream and
brought it to my mouth. I sucked her finger as if it were a cock, loving the
salty, heady taste.  We returned to bed and assumed the 69 position. I
licked the yellow drops from her pussy and she did the same for me. Yes, it
was kinky. It was also a sweet loving thing for two people to do for each
other. We licked each other almost languidly. There was no rush to orgasm,
and when they overcame us we rode their crest as if body surfing on an
almost waveless day. We snuggled then, and I slept.

      I awoke a while later to see Amelia dressing by the dim light coming
through the window.

      "Must you go?", I asked, feeling as if my heart would break.

      "Yes, Little Bird," she said gently. "Our time together is over."

      I sat at the top of the bed, holding my knees to my chest, trying not to
cry as I watched her dress. She kissed the top of my head and was gone.

      As I heard the door gently latch, I gave into the tears and let them
silently flow.  We had almost nine hours of heaven, and in all that time she
never called me Marci. I was her Little Bird.

      I am delighted to hear constructive criticism and words or
encouragement... Or just to make friends.
      Contact me at Marci.Greenberg@AOL.COM