Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2022 03:55:59 +0000
From: Christine Oram <oram_c@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jane's Encounters: Csilla's night with Jane

It is best to read these stories in order as there is a continuous
narrative, albeit a different episode each time.

When the meeting finished, Jane was left to tidy up. Only she and a few
others remained. Pedro, whom Roz had introduced to her, was chatting with
one of the other Latin-American, foreign reps and Jane hung around
collecting discarded folders. She was hoping that Roz would come back to
see her. She had to confess to herself she was excited at the thought of
resuming their friendship, or relationship, or at the very least being
able to talk to each other again in a civilized manner. She would have
been even happier if Diane had returned and offered to come out with her
for a drink, or back to her place. A passionate midweek rendezvous with
Diane would be great, she thought. She conjured up Diane in her mind's
eye as she looked today; those hips, the tanned calves, the big boobs
pushing up under her blouse. Yes, please. Unfortunately, Diane had so far
in their short relationship not come to see her at home. She didn't
really mind as Diane's place was so gorgeous, but clearly neither had
felt so needful of the other that midweek sleepovers had become part of
their routine. Tonight, Jane could have done with some attention. Seeing
Roz interact so warmly with Diane had surprised her too. She remembered
Diane's thoughts about Roz. No, I'm not going to be jealous, she
thought. But she couldn't stop herself. Diane wouldn't do it to her
would she? Jane thought not, but Roz, well she might, even if was just to
punish Jane. She grimaced to herself, if she were Roz or Diane, would she
be strong enough to resist either of them? Stupid question, as she had
failed on both counts. She tried to push infidelity out of her mind. The
whole thing was hypothetical anyway as Diane and Roz would not meet again
tonight, surely; how could they?

She, Pedro, and the other rep, to whom she had not been introduced,
walked out together, and outside the office they each gave her a chaste
kiss, continental style, to say their goodbyes and walked off to their
hotel. They were going to dinner with the directors. She had not been
invited. She wondered whether Diane would be going. She realized she
didn't know. If she were that would explain why Diane had not come back
to see her. Feeling a bit sorry for herself she decided to walk home. In
the distance she saw Roz running to the subway. Jane felt even more
depressed. Fuck, she doesn't care either, she thought.

The walk home would take her 30 minutes, it was a mild evening, and it
was nice to be outside after the day she had had. The street was busy
with shoppers, tourists, and people like her on their way home. She tried
on a dress in a fancy store, but even the sight of herself in the mirrors
wearing it, which would usually make her feel good about herself, didn't
seem to raise her mood, although the assistant was gushing about how
"great" she looked, and how "perfect" it was on her. About halfway
home she passed her gym, and then she came to the bar where she and
Sophie had had their meeting. Whenever she thought about that, she wanted
to curl up in a ball and forget the whole thing. She stood looking at the
customers inside and sitting outside at the tables on the sidewalk. They
seemed to be having a good time, which seemed only to make her singleton
status for today more upsetting.

A young woman got up from one of the tables where she had been on her own
working on a laptop. "Can I buy you a drink? You look like you could do
with one." The woman was small with long black hair, red lips, and
uneven teeth. She was wearing a black masculine lookin pantsuit. Jane
wondered whether it was a good idea for her to accept. What's the harm
though, she thought, I'm not doing anything else. Perhaps trying this
bar again would not be such a bad idea. Hair of the dog and all that.

 "Okay, thanks, why not? I'm Jane." The woman and Jane sat down. The
woman's brown eyes flicked over Jane's stockinged knees as she crossed
her legs.

"Csilla. Pleased to meet you. What'd you like?"

"Dry white please...and thanks."

"No problem. It's my pleasure." After a few silent moments, a waitress
came over. The waitress looked at Jane and smiled at her. "Hullo, we've
met before, haven't we? Lovely to see you again. I love your outfit."
Jane recognized her as the girl who had witnessed the breakup of her
evening with Sophie. She flushed at the thought. Being slapped in public,
weeping, her face covered in tears, oh god.

"Thanks. Hello again." Just take the order and go, she thought,
inwardly cringing.

"Let me know if you need anything." The waitress was obviously speaking
to Jane only. She stressed the word "anything." Csilla looked up. Jane
thought ruefully how exactly this waitress thought she could help her get
over being slapped by sexy Sophie. Why did it have to be this girl
serving us? How embarrassing. "What would you all like?" The girl
smiled warmly. Csilla ordered the drinks. She ordered some kind of
cocktail, and the waitress went to get them.

Csilla commented, "So is this your usual bar? She seems to know you."

"Yes, sort of, I mean I don't come here often. She served us last time
I was here."

"Pretty girl. She likes you."

"Hey what can I say? Actually, I don't know her at all really." Jane
wanted to stop talking about the Sophie event and the waitress, who, she
had to admit, had been nice to her back then when she was crying her eyes
out. Csilla smiled as if she now knew some dark secret about Jane.

Jane changed the subject. "So, have you been here before? I live about
20 minutes away, as it happens."

Csilla's dark eyes looked searchingly at Jane's face. "Oh no, I'm
just visiting. I'm here for a visit to my work's head office. At a
loose end, you know. Seems a nice place. I was wanting some company. My
laptop is not a great companion. Then I saw you. I couldn't help
noticing you." Jane wondered why she couldn't help to be noticed, but
she guessed. People said things like this to her all the time. Csilla
continued, "I assume you've come from work? I'm a management
consultant, it's dull, but it pays the bill. You dress nicely for work I
must say." Jane took the compliment without thinking about it any
deeper.

"Thanks, I'm not normally dressed up like this. We had a 6-monthly
sales and revenue review; you know the kind of thing, I'm sure, in your
line of work, so that's why I look like this, to make a good impression,
you know. I'm pleased it's over." Jane usually did dress nicely for
work, as her colleagues would have testified, so it wasn't that unusual
for her to be so attractively attired. The sleek, all-black look
certainly suited her. "It was my first one," she continued, "preparing
for it was a major hassle." Csilla looked at her more carefully. Jane
felt her eyes looking at her chest and flitting down to her legs and
shoes, or what she could see of them. It was a bit obvious. She felt like
asking her whether she approved. But she didn't really mind. Again, this
was not unusual behavior when people met her. She did the same with other
women herself. Men did it all the time to her. Eventually Csilla said,
"Oh yes, I know. I spend my whole time at those kinds of meetings. I
have to fight to not look bored. I always wear a pantsuit like this. It
makes me very uninteresting, which is the point. I'm usually there to
listen and analyze, not to be noticed. For you I can see it might be
different." She found it amusing that Jane thought she needed to make an
impression. She would always be noticed whatever she wore, which is
precisely why Csilla wanted to meet her.

The drinks arrived, the waitress was very happy to return to see Jane and
her new friend. She thought Jane was the most attractive creature she had
seen for a long time, and she got all sorts in the bar, so she was
spoiled for choice. Her friend was interesting too. The male suit was a
bit unflattering, but the woman was strangely appealing. She noticed her
stiletto sandals and red nail polish, and her equally red, bee sting
lips. The girl wondered whether they were an item. She wished she were
half as sexy as either of them. The waitress left. Meanwhile Jane had
come to a similar conclusion to the waitress about Csilla. The suit was
covering up what she suspected was a very nice body. Part of it was the
way she held herself; her legs tightly crossed, but revealing slim, bare
ankles. Her sandals were stilettos, but the heels were not high, maybe
only two inches. Then there was the black, slightly see through, muslin
top visible under the jacket of her suit. Jane wondered whether if she
took the jacket off she would see her bra. The thought aroused her.
Perhaps she's not even wearing a bra. She could do it; her tits aren't
big. That would be nice, she thought. Fuck, Diane sometimes went bra
free, and she had huge boobies, so it would be nothing for this girl.
Jane was surprised how much she wanted to know about Csilla's breasts.
She wanted to ask her, but, of course, she didn't. Her raven-black hair
was sexy as hell too, as was her striking slim, oval face. Her red,
lipsticked lips seemed to hint at deviance and temptation. Her teeth were
unusually uneven, but somehow this was like a black beauty spot, as they
only served to emphasize the sensuousness of her mouth. Jane began to
seriously wonder what kind of sexy body she had under that suit.

While Jane was ruminating on Csilla's attractiveness, Csilla was talking
away about her life and times and seemingly not noticing Jane's
increasing interest in her. Jane then told her about her life, or rather
she gave the edited, standard-for-her, non-lesbian narrative she had
worked out for these occasions. Disappointed in love, dumped despite
engagement, various unhappy boyfriends and so on. As she completed the
story, she felt she had seemed a bit of a sad sack, so she mentioned a
new "lovely" relationship from someone she had recently met. It was
true too, Diane was lovely; not that she even slightly hinted the
relationship was with a woman. Csilla nodded and made the right,
sensitive, utterances at appropriate times during her story. After she
had finished telling Csilla her sanitized account of her personal life,
Csilla took Jane's hand in hers and looked at her bracelets and rings.
The touch of her small hand excited Jane and she felt wetness stirring in
her groin. She began to hope Csilla might kiss her. Jane usually strongly
disliked public displays of affection, but she wanted it now in her
fantasy-driven mind. "I'm not married," she suddenly volunteered
over-eagerly. She regretted saying it instantly because it implied she
was available, which was what she meant, but had not actually wanted to
tell this small, dark, smolderingly sexy woman holding her hand. She was
just unable to stop it coming out.

"Oh, neither am I," replied Csilla. "I wasn't looking for that kind
of ring. It's just nice to make contact with someone. I'm not the best
at making friends."

Jane didn't know what to say, although she thought it might be some kind
of come on, but she said, "I find that a little hard to believe. I like
you and we've only just met." Csilla smiled at her, and then took her
by surprise by saying. "My hotel's close. Do you want to come back with
me?"

"Me? Why?" Jane stammered. This was the first time she had been
directly propositioned like this by a stranger, or at least a female
stranger, although she had asked the same thing of Sarah once, much to
her surprise. She had been surprised both at herself for having the
chutzpah to ask and also surprised that Sarah had eventually agreed.
"You can't guess? Jane we're not children, are we?" Jane's heart was
pounding. "Seeing you dressed like that, you can't seriously expect a
woman like me not to notice you   in your, let us say, stimulating outfit
and then to not try and maximize her time and experience with you?"

"Huh? Sorry, I don't follow you, I..." Jane was not sure she understood
what Csilla had just said. Why does she speak in such a complicated way?
Was she seriously asking what she thought she was asking? Then Csilla's
lips, those round, red lips, contacted Jane's mouth, kissing her slowly
and deliberately. Jane's wetness surged. Csilla whispered, "Jane, Jane,
don't play all innocent. You want it, it's obvious. I can give it to
you. Better than you can imagine, better than any number of stupid boys,
or silly girls."

The public kiss embarrassed her as public displays of affection usually
did, even though she had returned it. Jane stammered, "Really? That's a
bold claim. Why do you think I'm interested in you, or any woman for
that matter?" She was a little annoyed at being found out so soon, she
surely hadn't meant to give anything away. Csilla's hand dropped
Jane's and she sat back in her chair. She gave a sigh and shook her
pretty head. "Okay, I made a mistake, I'll not ask you again. I
propositioned you, it's true. I'm usually right about these things, but
perhaps you are one of those stupid girls, beautiful for sure, but stupid
enough to turn down something I know you want almost more than anything
right now. But for the record, I'm sorry if I took your response for
granted. Also, for the record, the waitress was right, you look
absolutely fantastic in that outfit." Csilla fell silent. Jane looked at
her, her mouth open in astonishment at her little speech. She didn't
know whether to be pleased or annoyed. Csilla had read her completely,
and yet Jane felt she had not let anything out about her sexuality or her
desires, apart from the stupid "I'm not married" comment, but that was
surely not enough to make someone guess her inclinations. Nor had she
read anything into Csilla's previous conversation to make her think
Csilla liked women and was likely to ask her to come back for a night of
passion.

"Csilla, fuck, I don't know what to say."

"I know exactly what you should say." Csilla shifted in her seat. God,
I want to see her tits, thought Jane. "Tell you what, I'm going to the
bathroom, you can give me your answer when I come back."

With this Csilla rose and entered the bar. She moved like a goddess. Her
body was a mystery under that pantsuit, but the way she moved in her
heels, Jane found intensely alluring. She was annoyed because her
rational brain told her she didn't want to go with Csilla. She had Diane
and possibly even Roz. But this girl was so mysteriously attractive. She
really wanted to see Csilla naked, it was as simple as that. She now
understood that Csilla wanted her. Jane loved to be liked and she knew
the effect her assets had on people, usually this would be sufficient to
flatter her ego, but this time she felt that Csilla had worked out her
inner desires and who she was deep down, presumably from her body
language and what she had said to her when they were chatting. It was all
so surprising and very unsettling, but Jane being Jane, also found it
arousing. If Csilla could work out she liked women from the scant clues
presented to her, what else would she be good at? Jane had asked Sarah to
come to her room that evening a few months ago, and the sex had turned
out so well she was still thinking about it. She also had to admit that
she liked the way Csilla had lectured her. It was really sexy. Fuck,
Csilla was right about her too. She did want it. Maybe a night with her
would indeed be special.

Csilla reappeared, her hips swaying gently as her small body walked
towards her. Her face was impossible to read. She stood in front of Jane.
"You want it don't you, and you can have it. You won't regret it.
You're coming, aren't you?"

Jane's heart was pumping hard, and her stomach was swarming with
butterflies. She picked up her bag and stood up. She was a good deal
taller than Csilla. "You win, Csilla. Yes, I'll come. But on one
condition."

"Don't tell me. You want me to come to your place, rather than risk a
scene at the Hilton?"

"Fuck, how'd you guess that? Yes, that's it. You, I mean we'll, have
fun. I live about 15 minutes away. It's a nice walk. Okay?"

"I hope your bed's big enough, but that works for me."

"We've got to pay."

"No need, I paid our pretty waitress. Shall I ask her to come too?"

Jane let out a cry, "No, for god's sake, Csilla! Please, let's just
go."

Csilla smiled. Jane would be such fun to tease, she thought. "Come on
then beautiful, lead the way." Csilla put her briefcase over her
shoulder and the two women walked off, side by side. Jane felt her face
was as red as a beetroot. Csilla put her small hand on Jane's curved
ass. The tight black material was hard up against her ass cheeks. Csilla
experienced the thrill of contact with that beautiful butt. "I've been
wanting to do that since I first saw you," she said matter of factly.
They walked in silence. Jane wanted to admire Csilla walking, her sexy,
assured economical movements a lesson in how to walk in stilettos, but
the street was full of pedestrians which they had to keep avoiding, and
it was difficult to keep up with her, as she kept going on ahead; her
raven black head turning from side to side as she navigated through the
crowd. After 5 minutes or so the crowd died down, and Csilla moved close
to Jane, and put her arm around her belted waist. Jane felt embarrassed
in the knowledge that others could see the two of them like this. Diane
never did this to her, although they did get frisky every once in a while
in a quiet backstreet, and there was the time Diane masturbated her up
against a wall in a road behind her house. But no one could have seen
them. It was discreet. Csilla seemed not to care. Her hand caressed
Jane's hip and stomach as they walked. Jane was excited to be taking her
back to her apartment, but she was nervous, the only other female who she
had had over was Roz a few times, and she couldn't help feeling she was
betraying both her and Diane. She also remembered Sophie's leather clad
limbs on her sofa. Sophie did not count, as nothing happened, so Csilla
was the only other girl, apart from Roz. She wished Diane had been over,
and she suddenly wished she were here now instead of this strange,
slightly pushy, gypsy-looking woman with the foreign name.

"You're not happy with my arm around you, are you?"

"Well, yes, it's fine, it's just that..."

"You haven't come out of the closet have you Jane?" Jane's face
showed her indecision. "Well, no, I haven't, have you?" These
questions made Jane uncomfortable. Csilla stopped walking and stepped in
front of Jane, blocking her way. "Oh Jane, you really are something. So
fucking beautiful, I bet most people are happy to eat out of your hand,
and yet you can't tell people you like women. It's no longer a thing
you know, to suppress your nature. Just do it next time someone asks, or
you get into a personal conversation. I didn't believe your BS story
about your relationships you told me back there, and I doubt many would
be taken in. You are fucking gorgeous, and you are, or at least seem to
be, really nice too. You're a complete package of desirability. No,
don't object. I think you know all this. All I'm saying is be honest,
you'll enjoy life more, and for god's sake drop that stupid story about
men who dump you and all that crap." She paused and then added,
"because no one will believe a man in their right mind would just
"dump" you. Give me a break." She put her arms around Jane, kissing
her on the lips affectionately.

Jane pulled away, this time she was annoyed at the lecture. Her story was
not all lies, she felt anger at this know-it-all. "Fuck you. Don't tell
me how to live my life. You haven't answered my question, anyway."

"Which one?"

"Are you "completely honest"? Do your asshole colleagues know that you
pick up girls for one-night stands, promising them the best sex of their
lives? Isn't that last bit BS too? You know hyper-whatever?"

"Hyperbole..."

"Yes, that. Well?"

"Well, to answer your first question my colleagues, assholes, and
non-assholes both, may well know I am unattached and like women, although
I don't run around telling everyone, but if they ask, I tell them. If I
think carefully, I don't think I've told anyone I make a point of
one-night stands nor promise the best sex of their lives, because that
would be inaccurate." Jane found her logical debate-type answer tiresome
and she began to wonder whether this whole evening was working out badly.
Csilla continued, "I don't want one-night stands particularly. Perhaps
you would have rather I didn't ask and want you? Were you planning to
make this a one-night stand?"

"Okay, okay, shut up, will you?" Jane said, "I don't want to argue, I
just want..."

"As to the best sex hyperbole, well we can see what you think tomorrow
morning, that is if you still want me to come with you now?" Csilla then
said quietly, "AlI I do know is that I want you tonight so very much."
Csilla's hands slipped around Jane's waist and pulled her closer and
she whispered "Jane, for god's sake, can't you see how much I want
you? I'm probably not romantic enough for you, people do say I have way
too logical a mind, but we've got this far." She felt Jane's warmth
and she pressed herself against her body. She felt the softness of
Jane's breasts, and the toned hardness of her thighs and she ran her
fingers along Jane's ponytail. A couple passing them cast them
surreptitious glances. Jane pulled away reflexively.

"Okay, okay, whatever." Jane realized she did not want her to go.
Csilla stepped back and apologized. "Sorry. I can see you really hate
public declarations. For what it's worth, I like them, but I find your
reticence very sexy, not that you need much help in that department."
She smiled, exposing her strange teeth. Her brown eyes were the same
color as Jane's. Jane thought, God this woman knows how to get me. She
still wanted to see that body without that dark suit and to feel those
breasts.

"Csilla, I should probably apologize too for being so sensitive. No,
I'd still like you to come home with me. If I didn't think you were my
type, then I wouldn't have agreed when you asked. Sorry I was a bit
touchy. Being with women is very new for me, so I'm just not ready to
come out. Not sure I ever will." She smiled. Jane's smile is legendary
among those who know her. It could melt the Antarctic icecap. "Of
course, you can fucking come back with me. I don't want to miss that
best night business. If it isn't so great though, I'll sue." They both
laughed. Csilla squeezed Jane's hand and said, "Thank God, I thought I
was dead. I'm told I'm a bit too direct."

They were silent for the remaining 5 minutes or so of the walk to Jane's
place. Jane got to enjoy Csilla's walk, a smooth, assured walk in those
heels. Csilla in her turn lapped up Jane, the muscles in her athletic
black-stockinged legs pulsing as she moved with her instinctive
model-style walk, one heeled, ankle-booted foot placed directly in front
of the other, her skirt tight against her sexy ass and hips, her long
ponytail swinging against her back and her surprisingly broad shoulders
as her hips swayed. Jane in her all-black outfit was extraordinary.
Csilla wanted that body, wanted to make it climax, wanted Jane screaming
in pleasure, to see Jane squirming and orgasming on her fingers and
mouth. Her pussy was already wet in the expectation of what she planned
to do to her. She also wondered who got to sleep with Jane on a regular
basis. She was almost certain it was the "lovely" person she had
mentioned at the bar in Jane's otherwise BS story, and she was sure that
person was female, not male as Jane had implied. Csilla deeply envied
that woman, whoever she was. What an extraordinarily lucky girl she
thought, to get that body on a regular basis.

Jane fumbled with her keys to let them into the entrance foyer. "I'm on
the third floor," she said and started to climb the stairs. Csilla
followed, enjoying the view up Jane's skirt of her thighs as they
ascended. "I enjoyed that," Csilla said outside Jane's apartment door.
"Enjoyed what?" asked Jane. Csilla put her lips to Jane's and kissed
her. Jane, now away from the public gaze, dropped her bag and put her
arms around her and pulled her close, their lips locked together, their
tongues exploring each other. "Seeing you walk up the stairs, it almost
made me come just looking at your legs." Jane's hand pushed under
Csilla's jacket, her fingers seeking out those breasts she so wanted to
see. Csilla pulled Jane's hand out and whispered, "If you want them,
you'll have to wait a little. Let's get inside."

They stepped into Jane's small apartment. Jane's shoes clumped on the
wooden floor as she went into the kitchen. She needed a glass of water.
Csilla looked at her as she drank, her toned legs slightly apart, the
patterned black stockings, her round ass, the slim waist, the strong
shoulders. She put down the glass and removed her hair band, her mass of
slightly curvy brown hair swung free, and she tossed her head and passed
her fingers through it a few times, its brown waves hanging halfway down
her back. My god Csilla thought, she is really something. "Jane, I'm in
awe. You are beyond perfect."

Jane turned around and leaned against the sink. She was smiling. "Sorry,
what did you say?" Under the tight, black, top, her breasts were
projecting out, tantalizing Csilla. She's just incredible, Csilla
thought. "Oh nothing, I was just thinking how lucky I am to be here,
with you. Who's this?" She picked up a picture of a very good-looking
woman with green eyes and showed it to Jane. "Not your mother, would be
my guess."

"Oh, she's," Jane paused, "she's just a friend of mine."

"She's stunning. Next time invite her round too. I'd love to meet
her."

Jane smiled, feeling jealous. "I suppose we should also add the waitress
at the bar too, for a foursome?"

Csilla replied, clearly missing the note of sarcasm in Jane's voice.
"Yes, good idea, beautiful." Jane felt like telling her who the woman
with the green eyes was but decided against any description of Diane.
Jane didn't put it past Csilla to approach her if she could find out who
she was. Jane wondered whether Csilla had ever been in any real
relationship. She decided it was unlikely. Sex yes, love no. Jane showed
Csilla the small apartment. In the bedroom, Csilla opened her closet, and
looked at her clothes. "My god Jane, you wear these things out and
about? You've a nerve." She pulled out the latex nurse's uniform Jane
had worn to the student party. Jane barely remembered that event she had
been so drunk. Csilla would have liked it though, lots of completely out
of control sex. She remembered her soreness for the next week from all
those oversexed women and what they did to her. Donna, oh yes, she was
really hot. Jane had never followed up with her. Jane smiled when she
remembered Donna in her sexy police uniform. God, I wonder how many times
I came with her, and that beautiful, but bitchy Lillian.

 "Um, I wore it only once. I should chuck it out."

Csilla laughed, "Don't do that, you'd deprive the world a chance of
seeing you in it. Will you put it on for me?" She knelt and studied the
large mass of shoes of all types in Jane's closet. "You love your
heels, don't you?" She picked up a pair of 4-inch sandals. "I don't
blame you. With your legs, shit you'd be even more a walking orgasm with
these."

Csilla took off her jacket and lay on the bed. The black muslin top
showed Jane had been right. "Csilla, you've no bra on. Jesus, and you
say I have a nerve. What happens if you have to take off your jacket?"
The breasts were small but beautifully formed, with large aureoles. Jane
wanted her. Csilla unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, lifting her ass
from the bed and pulling them off and throwing them onto the floor with
her jacket. Then the muslin top came off. Answering the question, Csilla
said, "It doesn't come up. I keep it on at work." Jane leant against
the door frame to the bedroom, took off her sweater and threw it on top
of Csilla's clothes.

 "Shit Csilla, you look hot, Your red panties, oh wow." Csilla's tiny
red panties showed her minge clearly through the lacy material. She was
completely shaved. Her tight young body was slim, even boyish. Jane's
shoulders and arms were now bare, and she took off the silver choker that
Sarah had given her. Her long neck and the low-cut top showed her
enticing cleavage. Csilla sat up on the bed and looked at Jane, admiring
her figure. "Jane, you are lovely; you know that don't you?" Her hand
was inside those thin red panties and her fingers were pressing and
rotating her sex. She started to sigh and moan as she masturbated. Jane
moved forward to join her on the bed, but Csilla said that she should
stay just where she was, so she could come while looking at her, standing
"like a sexy, upmarket store manikin in her all-black outfit." She then
added, "I want to orgasm while fantasizing about you as you stand there,
all legs and boobs." At this, Jane put her hand under her skirt's
waistband and, touching her own damp slit, she aroused herself over the
sight of naked Csilla masturbating over her. Csilla opened her shapely
legs and pulled the strip of her panties that covered her pussy to one
side, her fingers pushing and rotating the top of her minge, now
beginning to glisten in the soft bedroom light as her arousal increased.
She kept her eyes intently on Jane as she started to sigh and groan as
the pleasure grew.

Jane pulled her black panties down and stepped out of them, treading on
them with her heeled boots. Her index and middle finger were now
mimicking Csilla's, rotating and pushing her clitoris. Her pussy was wet
with excitement. Csilla was moving with the pleasure of her approaching
climax, her slit red and swollen with moisture. "Jane, Jane, oh god,
fuck, I'm going to come over you." Jane was now fully engaged in her
own masturbation, her stockinged, athletic legs bent, and her sexy quads
on display, as the sensations of the coming explosion increased in
intensity. "Csilla, show me your ass, go on," Jane gasped. Csilla's
hot little body turned around and pushed her ass in the air towards Jane.
Jane cried out, "Fuck, yes, that's it, yes!" Csilla's pussy was
beautifully symmetrical, with perfectly matched, swelling labia
surrounding the wet slit. Jane saw Csilla's fingers enter herself and
then the black-haired beauty was gasping and orgasming, her face buried
in Jane's pillow, her smooth legs with their stilettos writhing as she
climaxed. This was the last thing that Jane saw before her orgasm struck.
She cried out when the rolling thunder of pleasure was at its most
intense. She sank down to the floor as she finished, her skirt falling
over her pulsing pussy, her nipples erect and pushing up under her skimpy
blouse.

She sat dazed for a moment, and Csilla stood over her, her bare body
tempting her again. Jane's fingers ran over Csilla's calves. Csilla
knelt down. The view up her thighs to her pussy was quite something.
"That was nice. Thanks for letting me do that over you." Jane, still
recovering, slid her hands up the thighs in front of her. "No, I should
thank you. I just knew you'd have a great bod under that butch suit of
yours."

"We haven't even started yet." Csilla purred. "Now, I'm going to
undress you and then, eventually, I'm going to let you come again, but
only when I say so." She was joking only slightly. Would Jane take the
bait? She estimated that Jane would be up for it, based on everything she
had experienced so far with this Amazon.

"That sounds nice. Are you going to punish me if I come too early?"
Jane very much liked what Csilla had said to her. Fuck, I can be
dominated by a girl smaller than me, that might be even better than when
Diane smacked me, she thought. Diane is taller than Jane and Csilla is
shorter by at least three inches. She's probably younger than me too.
What a turn on, she thought. Fuck, yes.

"Ah I see how it is with you, beautiful. Yes, if you come too early and
without my permission, I will beat your sweet ass."

"That itself might make me come, though," Jane grinned. Csilla could
think of nothing better than a subservient Jane. This evening was turning
out even better than she had hoped.

"Get up, beautiful, I think I need to punish you for answering me
back." Csilla paused to confirm that Jane was truly engaged in the way
the conversation was going. "Okay?" Jane nodded, her hair falling over
her face. "Get up, beautiful," she repeated as Jane rose, her
decorative belt around her skirt was hanging loose, and Csilla pulled it
off. "Come on, through here. Do you have a chair I can strap you to? Ah
yes you do. Good." She pulled out an upright wooden chair from the small
dining table and she patted the seat. Jane sat down and crossed her legs.
Csilla took a quick look in the kitchen. Laughing, Jane said that the
last girl she had in the kitchen had also been naked, thinking of Roz.
The wooden spatula stung as it hit her thigh, and she blanched. "Ow,
fuck Csilla, that hurt!"  Jane smiled at Csilla who was naked in front
of her, brandishing the cooking spatula from the kitchen. "I suppose
you're going to teach me a lesson, are you? Ohh, I'm so scared."

"Be quiet, beautiful, or you'll get more like that." She walked around
Jane, examining her. She tapped Jane's stockinged thigh with the
spatula. "Uncross your legs beautiful." Jane did so, she felt her pussy
must be wetting her skirt and the seat. Csilla proceeded to wrap the belt
around Jane's wrists, but then thought better of it. Putting the spatula
down, she sat on Jane's lap, facing her and started to slip off her
sleeveless black blouse. Jane was excited, the naked body was right
there. She kissed Csilla's face and lifted her arms as Csilla pulled the
blouse over her head. Jane's hands caressed Csilla's bare thighs. "Oh
god Csilla..." she said. Csilla leant forward as she kissed Jane's face
and neck while she undid Jane's bra. On Jane's lovely breasts being
revealed, Csilla fingered and manipulated them, and she took the
thrusting nipples into her mouth in turn, sucking and letting her tongue
explore their stiffness. Her hand was under the top of Jane's skirt, and
she felt Jane's sex, already moist with her arousal. "Jane, beautiful,
you are so wet, so wet. I suppose you'd like to come?" The fingers were
pressing and twisting Jane's clit, and Csilla enjoyed Jane's thighs
moving under her naked ass as she became increasingly fired up. Jane's
nipples were burning from the tonguing and caressing, and Csilla's touch
on her pussy was making her squirm in pleasure. "Oh god, Csilla, yes,
make me come, it won't be long..." Jane's hands were dancing over
Csilla's naked thighs and were cupping her round ass. Jane began the run
up to release, Csilla's tongue was in her mouth, and it seemed like her
slit was pulsating with tension and pleasure as the fingers kept up their
attack. "Fuck, fuck, I'm coming, I'm..." Immediately after Jane's
gasping excited words, Csilla slipped off Jane's lap and stood by the
bedroom door.

Jane looked as though her climax would happen for a moment, but Csilla,
suddenly and unexpectedly, struck her across the thigh, jolting Jane out
of her place of pleasure. "No coming, beautiful. Not yet at least. No
touching your pussy!" Jane had put her hand over her sex, but another
crack with the spatula on her thigh stopped her.

"Yes, that's better, now give me your hands." Csilla wrapped the belt
around Jane's wrists and, threading the belt through the back of the
chair, she restrained them behind Jane's back. Jane moaned, "You're
cruel, Csilla, so cruel. Can I at least make you come? Please?" As an
answer Csilla consented to let Jane suck her small, but shapely tits. She
sighed with pleasure but tried not to show it. Csilla's pussy would have
been in easy reach of Jane if her hands had been free. Csilla was
enjoying it all. Now to get Jane totally naked.

"Okay, beautiful, time to get your skirt." She grabbed the bottom of
the miniskirt and pulled, Jane lifted her ass, and it slid off. Csilla
extracted it from each foot in turn. She looked at Jane's naked thighs
and her black stay-ups and boots. "Shit, Jane, you're just burning
hot." Jane twisted sexily in the chair, the muscles in her thighs
contracting. "Well, if I'm so hot why don't you fuck me then?" She
sounded a little desperate. She wanted further release really badly, and
the knowledge that it would come, but not yet was driving her mad. She
knew she could probably get herself free if she made a concerted effort,
but where would be the fun in that? The two slaps with the spatula on her
thighs took her mind off the status of her pussy. "Don't you dare tell
me what to do you shameless bitch." There was an edge to Csilla's
voice, as if she meant it, which only succeeded in getting Jane more
steamed up. It must have showed because Csilla walked behind her and
grabbed both of Jane's boobs and gave them a hard squeeze. Jane gasped
in a mixture of pleasure, pain, and surprise. Then Csilla started to
punish Jane with the spatula. She slapped Jane's thighs, hips, and
managed to deliver a hit to each perky breast. Jane squealed in pain,
although it was more the shock than the real pain of the slaps. After
about ten blows Csilla's hand slid up Jane's thigh and flicked across
her slit. Jesus, she thought, this girl is about to explode. Her fingers
were covered in Jane's juice.

"Tell me beautiful, do you have toys?" Jane feigned ignorance. "Toys?
Sorry, I thought we were not children or so you said..." the crack of the
spatula on her thigh put a stop to Jane's reply. Under the stocking the
leg was red with the impacts.

"Well, I'll ask again..." Csilla raised the spatula. Jane hurriedly
answered. The last slap had hurt her. "Yes. In the second drawer down in
the bedside table." Csilla went to look, and Jane's ardor cooled
slightly, sitting there. She heard a cry of triumph and with a clicking
of heels on the wood floor Csilla returned, brandishing a transparent,
ribbed dildo.

"You have quite a selection, you naughty girl. I think this should work
nicely, don't you?" Jane thought she had died and gone to heaven
looking at naked Csilla holding her biggest dildo.

"You know, we'll have the neighbors underneath complaining about us if
you keep strutting about in those sexy stilettos. They make a hell of a
noise...ow, ow." This time Csilla's small frame put a good deal of power
behind the spatula and tears sprung into Jane's eyes involuntarily. As
if to mollify Jane, Csilla once again slid onto Jane's lap, and worked
slowly on her minge with her fingers, their mouths devouring each other.
Jane twisted under her, every gorgeous muscle taut with excitement.
"Please, Csilla, please!" Csilla once again got up and left her to cool
down. Jane was now beginning to get a bit desperate; it was like there
was a huge mass of something inside her that just had to come out. It was
burning her up. She was trembling and she could feel herself sweating.
She resolved to take a bit more of this, but only so much, before she
would no longer play the game. Then she would fuck Csilla until she
begged for mercy. Csilla put down the spatula and knelt in front of Jane.
Jane's muscular calves in their black stockings were in front of her
and, looking past the thighs, there was Jane's sex, shiny with wetness.
If Jane was desperate, Csilla wasn't much better. She needed sexual
release and seeing Jane like this in her sexy nakedness made her weak
with desire. She unzipped Jane's ankle boots and gently removed them.
She then pulled off first Jane's left, and then her right stocking. When
she hooked her fingers around the stocking tops, she made a point of
touching her knuckles against Jane's swollen minge. Each time Jane
twitched and moaned. As she pulled the stockings slowly down, Csilla
licked the leg. Jane extended her leg each time, as Csilla's tongue
travelled along the toned flesh. Jane's toenail polish was bright blue.
Csilla sucked her toes.

"Csilla, please, for god's sake..."

"Yet another thing I wanted to do to you when I saw you at that bar. You
have lovely legs."

Now Jane was completely naked and Csilla knew that she had to finish the
job. She stepped beside her, her naked crotch up against Jane's arm and
shoulder and, reaching over, she placed the dildo in between Jane's
thighs, seeking out the vagina. Jane opened her thighs and Csilla pushed
the tip of the transparent toy into the slit. Jane's body pushed towards
it, and Csilla slowly, oh so slowly, pushed it in, the ridges flicking
her labia as she did so. "Fuck me, fuck me, do it for god's sake,"
Jane felt the dildo filling her, and Csilla started to kiss her neck, as
she started pumping it in and out. In and out it went, filling and
emptying her, the ridges stimulating her streaming labia. Jane felt
herself loosing control and she lifted herself off the seat, her strong
thighs pushing together in a pointless effort to control the pumping toy.
Jane's athletic body started to writhe violently and Csilla sucked her
nipples while she bucked and jumped. "Go on beautiful, come all over me,
do your worst!" Csilla's voice was choked with excitement.

To watch Jane climax is always a wonderful thing, but this time it was a
real spectacle. Csilla had drawn out the foreplay for over an hour and
Jane was at an absolute peak of excitement and longing. The titanic gush
of pleasure that passed through her generated a wave of fluid that Jane
had never experienced before. Her fluid seeped out around the dildo, and
then, as the dildo slipped out, her pussy sprayed a gasping, wet mass of
climactic ejaculate. Her thighs were sprayed, as were Csilla's hand and
arm. When the spray died down, wetness still dribbled out, sliding into
her ass crack, and soaking the seat and her buttocks. Jane was trembling
and yet still the cum ran out, her body a sexy, wet mass of cum and
sweat. Csilla draped her body over Jane's as her orgasm slowly petered
out, she pushed the dildo back in and Jane wrapped her legs around
Csilla's hips and thighs, squeezing her until she began to feel like a
constrictor's prey. "Jane, you'll squeeze me to death. Jesus!" She
untied Jane's hands. Jane got to her feet, her naked body incredible in
the soft light, her legs shiny with female ejaculate. Jane padded into
the kitchen and wiped herself down with paper towels while Csilla washed
Jane's wetness off her hands and arms in the bathroom. Jane fell onto
the sofa and lay lengthwise on it, one foot on the floor, the other on
the cushions.

"Okay miss sexy management consultant, why not come here and be with me
instead of punishing me?" Csilla carefully lay on top of her. Their
smooth hard bodies seemed to meld together. Jane asked her to move up, so
their mouths could meet. Csilla felt Jane's fingers enter her and she
moaned in pleasure. It took only a few minutes of clitoral stimulation
before Csilla was climaxing on top of Jane. Jane buried three fingers
inside her and Csilla convulsed so strongly in her orgasm she fell off
Jane onto the wooden floor.

The two women felt satiated for the moment at least, and Jane suggested
they clean up and order in something to eat. They showered together in
Jane's small bathroom. They washed each other's bodies, soaping every
curve and crevice. Afterwards they sat together on the sofa and ate pizza
watching TV. They drank a few drinks and Jane suggested bed. Both
intended more sex in bed, but once under the sheets fatigue set in and
they both slept.

Jane dreamt about Diane, which made her wake up in the middle of the
night in a panic. She checked her phone. There was no text from Diane.
She felt relieved. She had worried that she might have texted and as she
had been with Csilla, she would not have texted her back, so Diane's
silence was good. On the other hand, she was disappointed. She needed
Diane to want her. Guilt set in. Why had she slept with Csilla? What is
wrong with me? she thought. She got up and went for a pee. Csilla was
lying naked, half-in and half-out of the sheets. Her breathing was heavy.
Her shapely form was intensely desirable. Those boyish hips, the
beautiful small tits, one under and one out of the sheet. Her perfect
love slit, with the two symmetrical labia bounding it. Her sexy young
thighs. Jane looked in her bag and found her license. Csilla Molnar.
Fuck, she thought, she's only 25 years old. I'm seven years older than
she is. She knew a thing about giving me a good time. She admired the
naked girl some more. Her legs, shapely, but not with the musculature
like hers. She went to her drawer and opened it. The bulbous blue dildo
seemed right. It had a thin neck that swelled to a much larger egg-shaped
end. The way it expanded into a vagina as it entered exquisitely turned
you on. She should know, she had used it on herself enough times.
Csilla's dainty red toenails were dark against the sheet as Jane kneeled
over the sleeping woman. She kissed her gently and let her erect nipples
caress Csilla's flat stomach. As she gently kissed her, Csilla's
sensual lips moved against hers and Csilla moaned softly. Jane's thumb
pressed delicately on Csilla's clit, and she rotated it while pressing
down. Another moan. Jane masturbated her very slowly and gently. Csilla
began to shift from her side to her back and then to her side again as
she became increasingly excited. Jane could feel the labia under her
fingers getting wet. "Come on baby, come on, just a little more," Jane
whispered, half hoping she would wake up. Now Csilla was breathing extra
heavily and her groaning in pleasure was almost continuous. It was time.
Jane pressed the dildo into the now wet slit, keeping her thumb rotating
the dripping clitoris. It slid in suddenly and Csilla gasped. Jane
started pulling and pushing, pumping it in and out, her thumb now
pressing hard and flicking the hard lump of the girl's clit. She felt
herself getting wet and she straddled Csilla, her strong legs covering
Csilla's. Csilla woke up and gasped. In the extremity of her pleasure,
it took her a second or two for her to understand and recognize the face
and the stunning figure of Jane very close to her in the half light.
"Jane, oh my god, I'm going to come, oh fuck, please, oh yes." The
"yes" became an inarticulate gasp as Csilla climaxed hard. Jane pressed
her naked body right on top of Csilla as she came, rotating the dildo in
her as she thrashed about under her, her feet brushing against Jane's
calves as the orgasm coursed through her body. The body stopped quivering
and Jane rolled off. Csilla had tears in her hazel eyes. Jane pushed the
dildo into Csilla's mouth, after which she did the same, tasting her.
Csilla's pussy juice on the dildo was erotic and tasted wonderfully wet.
Csilla snuggled up against Jane's hard body. "Thanks, that was great,
I'd like to do you too?" More feelings of guilt about having Csilla in
her bed swept over Jane.

"It's really okay, just sleep. I just couldn't resist you. I'm fine.
No really. I need to sleep some more." Csilla held her and kissed her.
"Thanks, beautiful," she said. In about a minute they both were asleep.
No more dreams for Jane or Csilla that night.

Jane was up first in the morning. The noise of her in her closet woke
Csilla. It was Friday, so she was anticipating going home with Diane as
usual after work. She put on white panties with decorative straps passing
around her lower back, but with very little that covered her buttocks,
just a thin strip in between them, with a triangular front to cover her
sex. The contour bra did an excellent job of emphasizing her lovely
breasts. A lightweight, summery, light blue and white dress whose hem was
three inches above her knees went on top, and she slipped on a pair of
black velvet ankle strap heels. She put back on her black belt from
yesterday. Csilla asked who the lucky girl was. Jane said there was
no-one, but she liked to look nice. "Well, beautiful, mission
accomplished. The boys and lipstick lezzies must love you at the
office." Jane smiled as she brushed her teeth and then her hair.

 "Csilla, do you think I should cut my hair short? I'm sick of it being
so long."

Csilla put her head round the door, and she brushed her face against the
brown waves of Jane's hair. Jane looked and smelled wonderfully
desirable. "No, I like it like that, but you could go short. With your
cheekbones anything will work." Jane made a face, that's no advice at
all, she thought, I'll ask Diane.

"Why don't you ask a tame man at work?" Csilla was back in her suit,
but not her jacket. Jane loved her breasts under the sexy muslin.

Jane thought of Phil. "They're useless, they always say they like
everything."

"That's because they're polite, or they fancy you." Jane could see
her point.

Csilla had to go back to the hotel to get her bag and check out before
heading off for the airport. Jane was sad to see her go. Shades of Sarah,
she thought. The jacket was on. She was back being the slightly butch
professional. Before they stepped out of the foyer they kissed, a long
lingering one. Jane was upset. Csilla squeezed her hand. "Don't worry
beautiful, I'll be back, I'll text you when I know about my next
trip." To Jane she seemed so unaffected. "Oh, by the way, how was I
last night? Was I disappointing? You seemed to enjoy it. I've never had
someone squirt as much as you. I love it when that happens, you were
fucking hot, spraying me like that."

Jane tried to smile, despite her sadness. She was surprised how much she
liked Csilla, particularly as she couldn't help thinking that she was
probably just one of many conquests for her. "Well, you were not being
too hyper-whatsit when you said you would be better than I could imagine.
I think you said that?"

"Hyperbolic?" Fuck, thought Csilla, this girl really is sweet. "So,
I'm safe from a lawsuit then?"

Jane flushed. Hyperbolic. What's wrong with me? she thought. She felt
stupid. "Um yes, of course, you fool."

"You know what you need?" Jane said she didn't. "You need a really
good vibrator." Just as Csilla said this, an elderly couple who lived
above Jane, passed them on the way out. They must have heard. Jane felt
embarrassed. Csilla was unconcerned. "Oh god, Jane, don't worry,
you're way to concerned about what others think of you."

They walked out together and Csilla hailed a cab. She kissed Jane as she
got in and they said their goodbyes. Csilla looked back at Jane as the
cab set off and couldn't help wishing she were her. Goodbye beautiful,
she said to herself.