Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2008 15:49:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Marie LeClare Subject: Artistic Delight This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Artistic Delight FF by Marie LeClare Copywright 2008 I have always enjoyed reading since I first learned how, when I was real little. When I was old enough my parents would take me to the library, and as I got older I found Barnes & Noble bookstores, which would take up hours of my time. Just sitting at one of their little tables, drinking some coffee and skimming over a book I was planning on buying. It was a Saturday morning when I first saw her. Sitting alone and reading an art book, similar to the one I had under my arm. I noticed one empty table but for some reason I wanted to sit with her, so approaching her table I asked softly if that chair was taken. I think that she had seen the one empty table but had wanted to met me also, and told me that it wasn't taken to sit down, which I did quickly not giving her a chance of saying no. We, of course, started talking about art as we took in each others looks, and I totally loved her smile, and she told me that she loved my little laugh. So we were getting along famously when the Saturday morning crowd started getting louder and it almost became too much to hear. She was first to mention the crowd by saying that she guessed the natives were out and I had to agree, almost reluctantly in case she said that she was leaving, but surprisingly she suggested we adjourn for more coffee at her apartment, and she told me the bus stopped right outside her apartment building but I told her I had my small car parked outside that we could take. After she had shown me the couch and invited me to sit down she excused herself to make the coffee and off she went, while my eyes took in how she had decorated her apartment, which I liked very much. Before I knew it she had returned with a small tray of coffee with sugar and cream, but dressed in the prettiest blue robe, that was showing plenty of cleavage. While I was fixing my coffee I could feel her eyes on me and thought I should say something, but before I got the chance she touched my cheek with the back of her fingers and said that I was very pretty. Just that soft touch seemed to send signals down to my vagina. So I told her that she was very attractive, and as I tried to give her a kiss on the cheek, she turned her head and I was kissing her soft sweet lips. That kiss lasted longer than I anticipated, but when she put her hands on my sides and kissed me again I knew it was gonna last longer much longer, and I was right. I just had to ask, I just had to. How did you know that I'm a lesbian I asked her because I don't look like one, at least I've been told I don't look like a lesbian, and she didn't either. So she told me that she was just guessing and it was a feeling. If I wasn't a lesbian she said she would get a slap on the face but if I was she could fall in love with me. I was also thinking that I could fall in love with her too. We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about our love of art and how we loved to work in the medium of water colors. The time just seemed to fly by and as it was getting late and I had a date I told her I had to go but I would very much like to see her again, so we made a date for Sunday afternoon at a little cafˇ that I know, not to far from the bookstore. As I was thinking what to wear I made sure I had laid out my sexy black lacey underwear, and my black pants with the yellow top. I had decided if anything was going to make her want to jump my bones it would be my outfit, and of course me. It hadn't even entered my mind concerning what kind of car she had or even if she had a car, but my thoughts were interrupted as I saw a little yellow sportscar pull up in front of the cafˇ, and I waved her over to my table, because as usual I had got there early. I hate being late for anything. Watching her making her way over to my table I was admiring her powder blue top and powder blue skirt. I was imagining that she also was wearing powder blue underwear. We sat there for awhile drinking our cappuccino's and making small talk. When she suggested that we go to her apartment because the coffee was better, and in a whisper, she said, besides I want to kiss you some more. I just nodded in agreement, and we got up to pay the bill and this time I wouldn't let her have it. Within a few minutes we were at her apartment building, and another few minutes we were at her front door, and as she opened the door, she said welcome to our home. I noticed right away that there was candles all over the apartment and not a lit light in the whole place, which was very romantic. As she put both her hands on my waist and kissed me with every ounce of passion that she could muster, it affected me so much I almost fell to the floor. But I didn't, instead of falling to the ground I laid my head on her shoulder, and kissed her beautiful neck and ear lobe, while nibbling gently on her ear lobe with my teeth. After a few more kisses she whispered, would you like to visit my bedroom, as I nodded yes she picked me up in her arms while kissing me and walked down the hall to her bedroom with me in her arms. It was then that we tried to undress each other which really sounds romantic but isn't that easy to do, when she saw my underwear she moaned, "oh yes I knew it would be black", and when I reached her underwear I said, "I just knew it". She laid me back on the bed and kissed me again which was having an affect on my pussy and I, while she caressed my body with her talented hands. Cupping my breast in her hands, she started licking just under my breasts, and kissing and licking down to my belly button, which left a little wet trail. As she was licking I was running my fingers through her beautiful hair, and I only stopped when she did so that she could switch places and lay between my parted legs. As I was watching her to see what she was going to do next I wasn't surprised as she used both hands to part my pussy lips, and dragged her flattened tongue across my hot wet pussy. Lashing my hot pussy with her tongue and it was then that I felt her fingers enter my pussy and finger fucked me as she tongue fucked me. I had really wanted it to go on and on but she had me hotter than a 4th of July rocket, and before I knew it those magic words were being uttered by me, I'm cumming, Oh GOD I'm cumming, and I gushed. After I had recovered I wanted to taste her, but she said that she already had hers, and the next time I could taste her. I was surprised but I didn't argue with her, as her next statement caught me off balance. I think I'm falling in love with you, she said, so I said, are you sure, and she replied yes I'm very sure. So we talked about love for the rest of the afternoon, and as I was leaving I said I'll be sure to call you. If you like this story, or have an experience that might make a good story, please write to me at MarieLeClare3@Yahoo.com I have a new lesbian story group on Yahoo, it's co-ed so men are welcome. So if have a filled in Yahoo profile, stating your age as being over 18, you may apply for membership. We have other lesbian writers who post their stories, as well as my own. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MariesStoryClub/ So join today :)