"That seemed to go really well, ” said my new temporary boss, Lorna Masters, as she steered the car towards the A1.
We had just finished the presentation and coaching session for the launch of the bank’s new protection product called ProtectorPlus in the Newcastle area. It was my first day on attachment in the training department with a view to becoming permanent if things went well. I was excited to say the least, at 25, I was getting the opportunity to get myself noticed, which was bound to open doors for the future. In the short term, it was a promotion and the chance to work with one of the youngest female managers in the region.
The plan was to do the first presentation in Newcastle, our home base, then drive to York, where we would spend the night before doing the presentation in that area. Then across to Manchester, up to Lancaster, and finally Carlisle before home.
“Cat got your tongue, Jenny?” Lorna laughed.
“Sorry, Ms Masters, ” I stammered as I broke from my daydreams.
“For goodness sake girl, call me Lorna, after all, we have the whole week together.”
I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she drove confidently and calmly, her blue/green eyes never wavering from the traffic. She wasn’t muscular like a man would be, but her arms were strong, controlling the car with a relaxed but firm touch. She had a strong jawline, with piercing green eyes that were looking intently at the traffic as she calculated who was doing what. Her hair was cut short, almost boyish, but the blonde tips softened the appearance as it framed her face.
Lorna Masters was a bit of a legend coming to the North East of England from London five years ago at 40 to take over the training department for the north of England. She was renowned for being dynamic and forthright in her views, but also charming and getting results. She was everything I wanted to achieve in my career. Now at 45, there was a rumour that she was going to be promoted again, perhaps moving back to London to head office, but I was praying she would stay for a little longer.
My phone buzzed, and glancing at it saw it was from my boyfriend Callum with the words, “Missing you already.” We had only moved in together six months before, and things seemed to be going really well. If I did get the job on a permanent basis, the extra money would help towards saving for the deposit for our first house. If I could get the famous Ms Masters to mentor me, then my life would be complete.
“Boyfriend?” Lorna said without taking her eyes off the road.
The drive was a good hour and a half, and for the next hour, we chatted as I told her about Callum and our plans for the future. I wondered if she was very informally asking me about my plans for having children, something that was strictly forbidden under employment law, so I decided to make a point,
“Of course, we have no plans to start a family anytime soon. I have a career to pursue first, ” which I hoped created the right impression.
“Good for you, young lady. It’s not easy getting ahead as a woman in a man’s world, despite all the bullshit about equal opportunities."
I wondered how her family coped with her moving about, and then it occurred to me, did she even have a family? Was there a Mr Masters? Before I could work out how I could even raise the subject, she announced, “Here we are, ” as she drove into the underground hotel car park.
We checked in, and as we parted, she said, “Listen Jenny, I would love to have dinner with you as it gets pretty lonely on your own, but I am meeting an...old friend. How about breakfast at eight?”
I didn’t really fancy eating in the restaurant alone, so I ordered room service and chatted with Callum. It wasn’t difficult to work out that Callum didn’t really want to chat as he was going out with his mates. The call ended with perfunctory comments of, “Be good, ” and, “Love you.”
I fancied a glass of wine, so decided that rather than order room service, as it felt a bit alcoholic to order a glass of wine, I would go to the bar. I rationalised to myself that I would bring it back to the room and watch a bit of TV.
Standing at the bar, I looked around as I waited for the bartender to bring me my large glass of Chardonnay. Sitting in the corner were a couple of women, one of whom had their back to me. The one facing me was a pretty blonde woman, her hair drawn back in a ponytail, listening intently to the woman with her back to me. I couldn’t see her face, but something told me that it was Lorna, who must be meeting her old friend.
As I didn’t want to disturb, I picked up my wine, and as I did, the woman with her back to me leaned over and kissed the blonde woman. It wasn’t the brief peck of friends; this was the lingering kiss between two lovers. I was shocked, but before I could react, they stood and hand in hand headed to the lift. I was right in my guess that it was Lorna. I was fairly certain they hadn’t seen me, but I turned away like I had seen a ghost. I waited until the lift returned empty before I scuttled to my room, feeling guilty for some unknown reason.
She had never mentioned a husband, but she had hinted at a partner, so maybe this was an illicit affair. I wasn’t concerned if Lorna was a lesbian; in fact, the idea felt mysterious, almost exotic.
I woke around two in the morning and lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, wondering about what I had witnessed. Was I seeing something that wasn’t there? Did I read something into that kiss that perhaps I wanted?
I had never been attracted to other women; it just wasn’t my thing. Sure, I had been chatted up a few times without really realising it, but hadn’t even kissed another woman, well, not sexually.
I always sleep naked, and as I had been thinking, I suddenly realised that my hand had strayed to my pussy. I slipped a finger inside and realised I was wet. A thought sprang into my head, “Was this due to me thinking about Lorna?” I could feel myself blushing in the darkness, but I didn’t stop teasing my clit.
Then another thought entered my brain, “Would it be being unfaithful to Callum if I slept with another woman?”
To try to clear my head of these confusing thoughts, I got up. My room overlooked the entrance, and still in darkness, I opened the window to let in some air. As I looked, I saw a woman walk across the car park to a waiting Uber. As she got into the car, I could see it was the woman Lorna was kissing in the bar and had taken to her room.
The next morning, I met Lorna for breakfast, but couldn’t shake the mental picture of her kissing that woman. As I sipped my tea, I decided to probe a little for information,
“My poor Callum, ” I laughed, “he had to cook his own dinner last night. I wouldn’t be surprised if he destroyed my kitchen.” Then, before Lorna could respond, I added, “So how does Mr Masters cope...if there is one that is?”
Lorna chuckled, “I am not married and my partner does most of the cooking, so I am sure they will cope, like they always do.” Then, before I could press with more questions, she spun the topic away, “This morning, watch out for the manager, Mr Jones, he can be a right grumpy bastard, so I will deal with him. The assistant manager, Mrs Lewis, is nice, I have known her for years, so you two should get on.”
When we got to the branch, Lorna greeted the manager, buttering him by saying how well the branch was doing in sales. Then she introduced me to the assistant manager, “Jenny, this is Lesley Lewis, ” as I held out my hand to shake, Lorna went on, “Jenny is here to help me with a view to joining the team full time.”
I was in shock, as the assistant manager, Mrs Lesley Lewis, was also the blonde woman who had left our hotel at two that morning.
The morning went well, and at lunchtime I sat with Lesley and chatted while Lorna went outside to make some calls. During our conversation, I discovered that Lesley had been married for eight years but didn’t have any children, and she had first met Lorna four years ago on a course. Of course, no mention was made of her visit to the hotel the previous evening. Acting innocent, I casually asked, “I was asking Lorna earlier how her husband copes with her being away, as my boyfriend isn’t that keen.”
Lesley looked at me strangely before she said, “You probably need to talk to Lorna a bit more, ” then, glancing at her watch, added, “I need to get back to work.”
I watched her almost rush away, my mind whirring as I went in search of my boss.
Walking into the car park, I saw Lorna’s back, but she couldn’t have realised I was there. I had no idea at first who she was talking to, as I only heard her side of the conversation.
“Yes, dinner was great, I was with Lesley Lewis.”
There was a muffled response as Lesley replied, “You do know who she is. You met her when I was on that course a few years back.”
More muffled response, then, “Yes, the one we double fucked for half the night.”
I was in shock and knew I should make my presence known, but like standing outside a burning building, I couldn’t drag myself away.
“The trainee seems OK, but I think she is straight; she goes on about her boyfriend all the time.”
Lorna laughed at what I now realised was her partner had said. They were talking about me, and I wasn’t sure if I should be horrified or flattered. Then Lorna went on,
“Yes, I know I can’t fuck them all, ” then added, “of course I will let you know, I always do.”
The call ended with Lorna saying, “I love you as well, ” and before she could turn around, I ducked back around the corner.
I stood for a moment and could feel my heart beating wildly when Lorna appeared,
“There you are. Let’s get the afternoon session done, then we can get across to Manchester. If you fancy it, we can go out for something to eat tonight and have a bit of a laugh.”
If she noticed my flushed face, she said nothing, and as I followed her into the branch, I wondered what this evening was going to bring.
The rest of the day had gone well, and we set off for Manchester late afternoon.
“Do you know Manchester?” Lorna said as we joined the A1 to pick up the M62. I shook my head as she went on, “I know all the good bars in Canal Street...you know the gay area.”
I had been trying to work out how to raise the subject, and she had just come out and effectively told me. The car went quiet for a moment as I tried desperately to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound trite or condescending.
“Lesley told me you didn’t know.” I went to speak, but she just carried on, “I have been a lesbian all my life. I don’t hide it, but I don’t advertise it either. I live with a lovely woman called Shelly, and we are very happy.” Then she paused before she said with a chuckle, “Questions? And I don’t mean of the physical kind, I am sure you know about those.”
I must have blushed a deeper shade of red than a ripe tomato, which made her roar with laughter. I wanted to ask her about Lesley and her leaving the hotel at two in the morning, or what her partner had said when she told her, but instead I simply said, “It must make it difficult at work.”
“Very perceptive, young Jenny. Succeeding as a woman in a man’s world is hard enough, but when they find out you are a dyke then it gets twice as hard. That’s the main reason I don’t advertise it.”
We passed the next few minutes in silence before she said softly, “Have you ever had a girlfriend?” I knew what she meant, and when I shook my head, she laughed, “Have you ever wanted one?”
“No, of course not, I’m straight, ” I said immediately, although deep down I knew that I had always wondered.
Lorna laughed, “Funny, isn’t it. We use the words ‘straight’ or ‘normal’ to describe heterosexuals, but lesbians or homosexuals are ‘bent’ or ‘queer’ like it is something wrong.”
“I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“You didn’t, young Jenny, so don’t worry. My Shelly used to be ‘straight’ until she met me.”
I wanted to scream, “What about Lesley?” But I kept my mouth shut.
“Anyway, you live your life the way you want to, ” she said, smiling, “tonight we will have a laugh...assuming you aren’t afraid the big bad lesbian will turn you off cock.”
I was shocked to hear her talking so basically, but then realised that perhaps she was testing me, so laughing, I replied, “I doubt that will ever happen.”
Once we checked into the hotel, we both went to get changed, so I took the opportunity to phone Callum. I wondered if I should tell him about Lorna and that she was flirting with me, but I knew he would probably just say, “Send me some pictures, ” then laugh. During our conversation, he seemed distracted, and it dawned on me that there was a football match on that evening, which no doubt he would be spending the evening with his friends.
“What time is kick off?” I asked and suppressed a giggle as I watched the guilty look spread across his face.
“Eight, ” he said, then looked apologetic.
“You have fun, ’ I laughed as I finished the call.
What do you wear to a lesbian bar as a straight woman? I looked at the casual clothes I had packed. I had not really expected to go out, so they were mainly either gym wear or casual joggers. Picking out the only dress I had packed, I put it on, hoping it wasn’t too... I wasn’t quite sure what. It was a simple, light cotton summer dress with a large geometric print, the kind of thing you would wear to the beach.
Before I could second-guess myself, there was a knock on the door, and opening it, I saw Laura standing there in a pair of jeans and a tight tee-shirt. The shirt had an open mouth with multi-coloured Skittles pouring out of it like a tongue. The slogan read ‘taste the rainbow’, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the fact that she clearly had no bra on. Laura’s breasts looked a lot bigger than they did in her uniform, and her nipples were hard and poking against the cotton.
“Wow, ” she laughed, “don’t you look posh, makes me feel underdressed.”
I wasn’t sure whether I should complement her or rush back in to get changed into something more casual. Instead, I did neither as she glanced at her phone, “Our Uber is waiting.”
The evening was so much fun as we moved from bar to bar, where each was rocking to different music and vibe. What did surprise me was the number of men we saw in the bars; many were gay and outrageous in dress and manner, but others were straight and even tried to chat us up. Lorna was pleasant to them as she firmly dissuaded them, and they got the hint quickly.
“They probably think we are a couple, ” she laughed, which weirdly made me blush.
As we moved between bars, I couldn’t help blurting out, “I thought you were taking me to a lesbian bar?”
Lorna stopped and just stared at me with an amused twinkle in her eye.
“Are you brave enough?” I nodded, my bravery boosted by the amount of alcohol I had drunk. “Okay, if you are sure, just stay close to me.”
We walked down a side street to a set of doors with a pink neon sign saying, “The Y.”
“Evening, ladies, ” said one of the two burly female bouncers on the door. They were both dressed in the traditional black bomber jackets of their trade and looked quite scary.
“Do we need to search you?” Said the other one, stepping towards me.
“Do we look like we are carrying?” Lorna said, moving to block her path.
The bouncer laughed, showing a gold tooth, “You are fine, have a great evening.”
Lorna got our drinks and we found a table in a corner.
“Search us for what?” I said quietly.
“They were just looking to cop a free grope of you, and they wanted to check my reaction. This place used to have a bit of a reputation as being a meat market, and by the looks of things, it still is one.”
As I studied the women in the bar, I realised they fell into two distinct types. The first was quite masculine in many ways to varying degrees, while the other was much more feminine. It dawned on me that Lorna wouldn’t have looked out of place with the former, and I would have fitted in with the latter. Many of the feminine women had wedding rings on as they were chatted up by the more butch women.
There were some exceptions where two feminine women would be chatting like friends on a night out, but when they danced on the small dance floor, they were clearly more than just friends.
“What do you think?” Lorna said quietly in my ear.
“It’s very different, ” I squeaked as I felt more than one woman undressing me with their eyes.
“Lesley loved it here, ” she chuckled, then said, “Come on, let’s dance.”
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but the music had quickened in tempo, s so there was not going to be the embarrassment of a slow dance. Lorna gyrated to the music, her breasts swaying and bouncing as she rolled her hips.
“When’s the funeral?” She laughed over the music.
“What?” I replied, totally confused.
“Just the way you are dancing, your soul is clearly dead.”
She was right. Maybe because it was a lesbian club, I felt different, but I was scared to let go. I looked at the other women around me who were having fun, and the words, “Fuck it, ” popped into my head.
Moving my hips like I was grinding onto some imaginary cock I started to thrust and grind to the pulsing beat.
“You go girl, ” Lorna whooped and doubled her efforts.
Despite her being 20 years my senior, she was one heck of a dancer, and I found myself working hard to keep up with her. Eventually, we stopped and grabbed fresh drinks before sitting at a small table.
“Have to say you are a pretty good dancer, ” I said.
“Are you going to add, for your age?” She roared with laughter at my embarrassment. “I did pole dancing in my youth; in fact, I still do from time to time.”
The mental picture of her pole dancing popped into my head, and to my shock, she was naked in my vision. To cover my bashfulness, I blurted out, “I am just nipping to the ladies.”
Sitting on the potty, I started to question my feelings about Lorna. I put it down to the amount of alcohol I had drunk and the way she had made me feel so good. My thoughts weren’t helped by the two women in the next stall who were bringing each other to an orgasm. Deciding to just let the evening flow, I went to wash my hands when a large rough rough-looking woman entered.
“Hello, darling, ” she drawled as she moved very close to me and started to stroke my arm. “You’re pretty, you should come home with me so I can show you a good time.” As she spoke, she tried to kiss me as she put her hand under my dress and tried to get inside my panties. I could smell the combination of alcohol and garlic on her breath as I struggled to free myself,
“Stop it, please, ” I begged, “I am with someone.”
“Well, they ain’t here now, so how about we slip into one of these nice stalls and let me have a little taste of honey.”
I wasn’t quite sure what happened next, but suddenly the drunken woman was sitting on her ass, clutching her nose, which was bleeding profusely.
Lorna was there and, glancing at me, said, “You okay, Jenny?”
I nodded as the woman with a bleeding nose slowly got to her feet.
“I think you have broken my fucking nose, ” she groaned.
“I will break more than that you fat bitch if you touch my girl again, ” Lorna said, wrapping a protective arm around me.
The door opened and the two bouncers burst in, summoned by the two heavy petters from the next stall, who had fetched them when the assault started.
“Okay, love we will take it from here, ” they said as they grabbed the fat woman and bustled her out of the toilets.
“Thank you Lorna, ” I whispered, feeling safe in her arms.
“I’m sorry about that. It’s women like that who give lesbians a bad name. She is nothing more than an attempted rapist. Now let’s get you back to the hotel and to bed.”
I wasn’t sure if she meant my bed or her bed, but I would have said yes had she asked.
I felt much better in the Uber but said nothing as I liked her arm around me and the soft swell of her breast against my head. She ushered me alone to my bedroom, checking constantly that I was okay.
When she had gone, I lay in the darkness, and despite what had happened, I started to masturbate. I could smell Lorna’s perfume and feel her body warmth. In my head, I could see her gyrating on the dance floor and in my vision, she was naked. As I started to finger fuck myself faster, it was her fingers inside me making me cum.
Lying in the afterglow, my head was spinning. “What was happening to me? Why was I feeling this way?” I fell asleep trying to picture Callum’s cock...but failing.
Over breakfast, Lorna checked that I was fine, and when I reassured her I was, she seemed relieved.
“Listen Jenny, when I called you my girl last night, please don’t read anything inappropriate into it.”
I was in turmoil. I liked her calling me ‘her girl’, in fact, I wanted her to be my first...I just didn’t know how to say it. Instead, I tried to joke it off, “It’s okay, I’m straight anyway.”
As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I wanted to kick myself. At that moment in time, I felt anything but straight. I wanted to tell my boss that I masturbated the previous night, imagining it was fingers in me, but instead I effectively told her I wasn’t interested.
Lorna just laughed, “If I had a pound for every time a woman has said that to me would be a very rich woman.”
The rest of the day went well, although I found myself watching her out of the corner of my eye. She was strong and confident in the way she moved and spoke. Joking when humour was needed with a delegate, gently coaching where extra help was needed. She seemed so perfect, and I knew I wanted to explore her world more.
That afternoon, we drove to Lancaster, which wasn’t a long drive. At first, I was silent, and Lorna probed to check I was okay.
“What’s up, Jenny? You are very quiet.”
I took a deep breath as I knew what I was about to say was fraught with danger, but I needed to talk to someone, even if it was my boss, whom I had a crush on.
“You know when we were talking about having a girlfriend and about wanting one?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“And I said at the time I was straight...Well, I don’t think I am...but I’m with Callum...so I am confused.”
“That’s perfectly normal, ” she said, “many women are bisexual...like Lesley.”
There it was, the elephant in the room... Lesley. Lorna clearly understood my discomfort.
“I am guessing you saw Lesley in the hotel, or she told you, either way, it doesn’t matter. Yes, I see her from time to time. No, her husband doesn’t know. Yes, my girlfriend knows.”
I wanted to mention the phone call I overheard about them double fucking her, but decided to stay quiet.
“Lesley was curious, so I sated her curiosity. She has no desire to leave her husband, but when I am around, she joins me in my bed and we sate her curiosity some more.”
The car was silent for a while before she spoke again.
“I am guessing you are curious.” I nodded. “Speak up girl, I can’t hear you, ” she added sharply.
“Yes I am, ” I said timidly, my heart beating like a drum, wondering what would happen next.
“Here we are, ” Lorna said as she pulled into the hotel car park, stopping any further conversation.
Once we had checked in, I decided to call Callum, hoping he would tell me how much he loved me and missed me, but all he did was moan about having to do the cooking himself. I think the only thing he was really missing was me running around after him.
After the call, I showered and rubbed scented lotion on my body like I was preparing for a date. I cursed softly as I looked through my clothes, wishing I had something nicer to wear. I couldn’t recycle my dress from the previous night, so in the end I decided on a pair of leggings that hugged me like a second skin. Because of the tightness of the material, I realised that I couldn’t wear normal pantie briefs without showing lines. Normally, I wore thongs with leggings, but like an idiot, I had forgotten to pack any, so I decided to go commando. Throwing caution to the wind, I put my bra back in my case before slipping on a billowing loose silk blouse that came to almost the bottom of my ass. Fastening a thin belt to cinch the blouse in, I felt ready for anything.
I felt as nervous as I did on prom night, which was silly really, as Lorna had given no indication she fancied me, but I desperately wanted her to be my first; I just didn’t know how to engineer it.
“My, my, someone has come dressed to kill, ” she chuckled as I sat at the table.
A few minutes we had ordered and were both sipping wine when she looked at me intently, “So, young lady, where did we get to in the car?”
I blushed and mumbled something about Lesley and curiosity, although I am not even sure if it made sense. She smiled and reached over and took my hand, patting it reassuringly,
“I sense someone is a little nervous and doesn’t know how to ask their boss to take them to bed.”
Honestly, if the ground could have opened up and swallowed me at that moment, it would have been a blessed relief.
“Let me reassure you that whatever happens...or doesn’t happen, this evening will only be repeated if it is something we both want. Your first time is a special thing, and I would be honoured to be your first.”
My heart was racing, and my pussy was doing flips as I felt myself getting wet. I was certain that if I stood up now, there would be a wet patch between my legs. Not that I cared, as I would have flown up the stairs to her bed if she had asked me to.
“But before we look to sate your curiosity, we should eat. The food here is wonderful.”
As if by magic, the waiter appeared with our starters that looked so pretty it was almost a shame to spoil them with our utensils.
“So Jenny, what exactly are you curious about?...and spare no details, as be assured I will probe for them if they are not forthcoming.”
I thought for a moment, trying to encapsulate my desires into a few coherent sentences.
“I have read that when a woman makes love to another woman, it is like endless foreplay. Like riding on a dragon through endless clouds.”
She nodded, “But do you not indulge in oral sex with your boyfriend?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but shut it again as the waiter cleared our plates.
“Yes, but he isn’t...” I felt like I was betraying him by talking about his performance, which was bloody stupid when you considered what I was intending to do later. “...He just isn’t very good at it.”
She nodded, “And have you ever tasted your own pussy juices?... I think you said earlier that you had never been with another woman, so I assumed you haven’t tasted another pussy...yet.”
I didn’t know what to say. Her emerald eyes twinkled as she studied my face, like a cat watching a mouse before it pounces.
“Yes, a couple of times, ” then feeling emboldened, added, “sometimes on my boyfriend’s cock after he has fucked me.”
Her demeanour didn’t change as she held up her hand to halt our discussion. I thought for one horrible moment I had offended her, but it was merely the waiter serving our main course.
“The trouble with cocks is they go soft, ” she said casually as she cut her steak into small, delicate pieces. Then she chuckled, “You will understand later. Now, what about giving up control? How do you feel about that?”
I didn’t know what to say, and my silence must have confirmed that. “I am guessing you and Callum have quite a vanilla lifestyle...you know, nothing kinky, " she added with a bright smile.
She was right. I wouldn’t say sex with Callum was boring, but there wasn’t a lot of variation. Callum would often give me a few licks before we made love, but he much preferred me sucking his cock. I wasn’t a virgin when I met him, but there hadn’t been many before him. Callum’s cock was, I guess, average, and sex was mainly in the missionary position or doggy fashion. We had tried anal sex a few times, but he was so eager that it hurt, so we didn’t do it much.
She remained silent and just studied my face, her eyes boring into my soul.
“Sometimes there is pure pleasure in just the simple act of relinquishing control and allowing your partner to do whatever they think will please you.”
It wasn’t so much her words, but the way in which she said them had me squirming in my seat and made my pussy flip with excitement.
After we had finished the main course, the waiter offered us desserts, but Lorna replied, “I think we will skip those.” Then, as the waiter walked out of earshot, she whispered, “There is something much nicer to eat in my room.”
We walked to her room in silence, but once inside, she she looked deep into my eyes,
“You don’t have to do this; it won’t have any impact on our working relationship, whatever you decide.”
I looked into her eyes and could see compassion mixed with lust, a beautiful concoction.
“I have never been so sure of anything in my life.”
She sat in the chair as I tried to strip in the sexiest manner I could to show her how attracted to her I was. As I gyrated my hips slightly, I undid my top to reveal my breasts and pushed down my leggings to reveal my pussy. As I stepped out of them, she looked at me and let out a small sound of disapproval.
I stopped and looked at her face, no doubt the panic written clearly on mine as she smiled, “You don’t shave.”
I have always kept myself neat and tidy in my nether regions with nothing more than a light trim to ensure nothing sticks out beyond bikini bottoms. I stammered and blushed as she rose from her chair and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she had a towel, a small tube and a new disposable razor.
“Shaved pussy always tastes nicer. I keep mine bald. Now lie on the towel and open your legs.”
I could see that she was indeed speaking the truth, as while in the bathroom she had quickly divested herself of her clothes and was as naked as I was. I lay on the bed with my legs apart, trying to come to terms with this situation. I was naked with my lesbian boss, who hadn’t even kissed me yet, but I was lying with my knees apart, letting her shave me. Before I could say anything, I felt her delicate fingers massaging my pubic bone, and a quick glance revealed that she was rubbing some form of cream into my pubic hairs. The razor seemed to glide over my skin, and with a few strokes, I was totally devoid of hair.
“There you go...good enough to eat, ” she laughed as she wiped the last of the cream away with the end of the towel.
I could feel her fingertips caressing my skin as she traced her nail away from my pussy and up towards my breasts. Her nail teased first one nipple and then the other before continuing up to my mouth. As she ran her nail over the contours of my face, I found myself mewing and turning towards her like a cat being offered a treat. Then she bent her head and gently kissed me, her tongue tracing over my teeth as she gently invaded my mouth. Her kiss was far gentler than Callum’s, yet at the same time was more possessive as it felt like she was telling me non-verbally that I was hers. My pussy was tingling, not just from the shaving but from the pulsing blood racing through my veins.
She slid her naked body down over mine, her tongue teasing my flesh, her teeth nibbling delicately at folds of flesh. She tortured each nipple in turn, sucking and chewing until I was begging her to move further down, pushing her head towards my pussy. When she finally arrived at the place I needed her to be, I could feel her hot breath whispering across my delicate folds before her firm tongue took a long lick, ending on my clit. As she moved to take another lick, it was almost as if she had changed her mind, as her lips returned to my clit and started to suckle and tease it.
“Fucking hell, ” I groaned, every fibre of my being on fire.
“Language, young lady, ” came Lorna’s amused and muffled reply. At the same time, she slipped a finger into my soaking pussy, twisting it as she lapped at my clit and hood.
One finger became two, and her licking became more intense as she relentlessly drove me towards an orgasm. When I finally came, I could feel myself clamping on her fingers as I bucked and writhed, tugging hard at her hair.
“Oh God...Oh GOD, ” I screamed as she quickly withdrew her fingers and clamped her mouth over my pussy, sucking like it was the elixir of life.
“Well done, young lady, now relax, ” she said softly as she moved to lie next to me, cradling my head against her breast.
I could feel the steady beat of her heart through her flesh, which was so much slower than mine, which was beating like a runaway Duracell bunny. Without prior thought, I turned my head so I could suckle on her nipple, and as I did, like a contented baby, she stroked my hair, making small loving noises like you would calm a pet.
I moved my hand to her body, not sure what to do, but feeling the need for greater contact. Stroking her skin like it was a precious object d’art, I could feel her contentment radiating through my fingertips. Deciding to be bolder, I began to explore her flesh, touching and teasing as she had done to me. Firstly, with my fingers and then my lips and tongue.
“You don’t have to, ” she murmured in a feeble protest, but I wanted to give her the same level of pleasure she had just given me.
“I don’t know what to do, ” I said in a small voice and felt her hand caress my hair.
“Do to me what you would want done to yourself.”
Emboldened by her words, I licked every inch of her skin I could reach. Behind her knees, her calves, her thighs, his flanks, under her breasts, across her nipples. Tasting the saltiness of her skin, a taste I would remember forever. I eventually ended my journey between her thighs and spent a moment staring at her pussy, something that you can never do to yourself, well, unless you straddle a mirror. I traced my nail along her pussy lips, seeing the pearls of nectar appear and hearing her gentle moans of pleasure. When the small pink bud appeared, I flicked at it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth like a mini-nipple. I knew I was doing something right as her groans of pleasure became louder and more juices started to appear.
I pushed a finger into her wetness, twisting it for a moment before removing it and sucking on it like it was a small penis. I loved the musky sweet taste, and once my finger was clean, I inserted two, greedy for more. I started to finger fuck her as she encouraged me by grabbing my wrist and pulling me in.
“Three.”
I knew what her words meant, and pushing a third finger in, I used them deeper as she writhed around the bed. I planned in my head what I wanted to do, but the strength of how she gripped my fingers surprised me as she arched from the bed. With an effort, I pulled my fingers free, but before I could clamp my mouth over her pussy, a squirt of juices shot towards me. Some hit my face, some in my mouth, but before any could be wasted, I clamped my mouth over her convulsing pussy and let her squirt into my mouth.
Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms and she looked at me, “Are you sure you have never licked pussy before?” I shook my head, then glowed with pride as she added, “Well, you are damn good at it.”
*****
The next morning, I stood in the shower feeling my bald pussy and wondered how I was going to explain it to Callum. It still felt wonderfully decadent and sexy being so smooth in such an intimate area. I had just a towel around me when my phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message from Lorna.
“You are never to wear panties in my presence ever again.”
I couldn’t believe it. I read it twice to check I hadn’t somehow imagined it or misread its meaning. I chuckled as I noticed the 24-hour auto delete was on, so the messages wouldn’t stay, which was lucky as the next message read,
“Send me a picture of your bald cunt that I licked last night.”
It wasn’t even eight in the morning, and my lesbian lover of less than 24 hours was already making demands of me...and I loved it.
Lying on the bed, I put my phone in selfie mode and opened my legs. I could see what she was about to see, and the thought turned me on. I teased my lips with one hand as I clicked with the other.
She responded almost immediately with, “Looks good enough to eat...AGAIN. See you at breakfast.”
I dressed, without panties of course and made my way downstairs to the restaurant where Lorna was already seated.
“Morning Jenny, you are looking radiant this morning, ” then lowering her voice to barely a whisper, “must be due to the number of times you came last night.”
I could feel my cheeks colour, but before I could respond, she turned to the waitress who had arrived at the table, “A pot of tea for two, please.”
The Lancaster office had a large room set aside for the training session, which was a product presentation. This would then be followed by at their desk coaching and dealing with any questions. I had watched Lorna do the last three sessions, admiring how smooth and polished she was as she worked through the PowerPoint.
“You will lead Jenny, ” she said calmly as she set the projector up.
“But...” I started to protest, but she moved toward me with the speed of a pouncing tiger.
“Time to prove yourself worthy, I have faith in you.”
As she was speaking, she ran her hand up the inside of my thigh, pulling my skirt up until it bunched near my hips. Tapping my ankles with her foot, I instinctively parted them, allowing her full access to my pussy. As she gently teased my pussy lips, she gently tugged at my mouth with her teeth.
“What you need is a little incentive.”
Pressing me back against the door, she drove two fingers deep inside, her palm facing upwards as she curled her fingers inside me. Wiggling them, she used her thumb against my clit, stimulating both zones simultaneously. I felt myself flood and started to pant as she switched to an ultrafast finger fucking, making me go weak at the knees. Just as I thought I would cum, she stopped,
“Do well and I will let you cum, ” she laughed as she licked her fingers clean. I smoothed my skirt down, my pussy throbbing, as the first of the delegates trooped in.
She had brought me to the brink of an orgasm another three times after the training session, which had gone really well. Each time she took me to the edge, she would stop before I came with words, “I said I will let you cum...I just didn’t say when.”
By the time we got in the car to drive to Carlisle, I was buzzing with excitement.
As we drove, she casually said, “Thinking about your sex life?”
I realised I had gone quiet when she continued, “Or perhaps you were thinking about last night...and maybe tonight?”
I said nothing but could feel my pussy flipping as I thought about a possible repeat of the previous evening.
“I like to be in control, ” she said calmly as she steered the car deftly through traffic, “the question is, are you prepared to give control to me?”
“Yes, ” I said without pause.
“Good girl.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
I don’t know why I called her Mistress, but I had read about D/s online. Although I hadn't done anything offline, it was something I wanted to experience more fully, and Lorna seemed the perfect person to reach me. Heaven knows I was in awe of her before she seduced me, and now all I wanted to do was anything she asked of me.
She paused for a moment before she said without shifting her eyes from the road, “Open the glove box.”
I must have gasped as, when I opened the glove box, inside was a huge black dildo with some form of straps attached to the base.
“Meet Boop, ” she laughed, “It isn't mine, but it always comes away with me.”
My head was spinning as I stared at the monster, and I couldn’t stop from blurting out, “If it’s not yours, then whose is it?”
She roared, “It belongs to my girlfriend, Shelly. We swap when we go away. I leave my Betty with her and take her Boop with me.”
I was stunned in silence as she went on, “Betty is the same size but pink.”
“And you double fucked Lesley with these, ” I said in awe.
“Sounds like someone has been listening to private conversations...tut tut. Take Boop out and say hello.”
I lifted the monster out and could feel its softness yet with a hard core running through it. My hand hardly fitted around it, and it was easily three or four hands long. I could feel my pussy going into spasms thinking about it inside. Then the name dawned on me, “Betty Boop, ” and I couldn't help giggling as I pictured the 1930s cartoon character.
I was still holding it like some scared relic when we pulled into the car park of the hotel.
“Come on, ” Lorna said as she jumped out of the car, “and bring Boop with you, we will be needing it later.”
I felt myself go weak at the knees with the casual way in which she told me she was going to fuck me later. The euphoria was quickly replaced with blind panic as she walked into the hotel, leaving me clutching my laptop bag, my wheelie suitcase and of course Boop the monster strap on. Shoving it into my laptop bag, the best I could, I tried to close the zips, but found it almost impossible. As I walked into reception, I was certain that everyone would be able to see the harness or the head poking from the opening, but of course, it was just my imagination.
“Can I take your bag, madam?” said the hotel porter as he appeared at my side and in panic, I snapped at him,
“No, it’s fine, ” I said abruptly, clutching the laptop bag to my chest like it was my firstborn child.
“It’s okay Jenny, ” laughed Lorna, seeing my flushed face, “let the man take your suitcase to your room, we have a few things we need to get sorted before dinner.”
As I relinquished my suitcase and took my room keycard, Lorna moved to the lift and said with a smile, “Don’t forget your laptop bag; some important matters to discuss are in there.”
I must have blushed a hundred different shades of crimson and was sure that everyone in reception must know what was happening. The reality was very different, as people went about their business, leaving Lorna and me free to take the lift to her room.
Once we got there, she looked at me and raised an eyebrow in question. At first, I had no idea what she wanted from me, but when she slowly tapped her foot, I remembered our previous conversations about control.
“Your clothes, ” she said softly, and I stripped hastily before standing naked in front of her with my head down, my hand clasped over my breasts and pussy to try to cover myself.
“Are you ashamed of your body?” she said as she lifted my chin with her finger. I nodded.
She went on, “Do you think I have poor judgment and taste?”
I looked at her in alarm and shook my head vehemently.
“So, when I say you have a beautiful body, do you disagree with me?”
I knew I was trapped, “No Mistress.”
“Then stand proud as it’s time for you to meet Shelly and Betty, of course.”
Her laptop sprang into life, and the screen was divided into two halves. In one was a picture of me, and I could see Lorna stripping behind me. In the other was a stunning African woman who was smiling with a wide smile full of pearly white teeth. Her head had a covering of short curly black hair, and her skin was like burnished copper as it shone. She was naked and lying on a bed, her large, dark nipples standing proudly on her medium breasts that had even darker areoles. The rest of her body was completely hairless, and the deep pink of her inner lips stood out starkly against her darker skin. Resting on her thigh was a large, flesh pink dildo in the shape of a man’s cock, and I could tell that this must be Betty, the other half to Boop.
“Betty, ” I squealed in shock.
The woman laughed a deep, rich laugh, “Most people call me Shelly, but I can tell where your mind is.”
She picked up Betty, and I could see that her hand only just closed round its girth. She moved it to her mouth and sucked on it like it was real before placing it at her entrance.
“Get on all fours, ” I heard Lorna say as she moved behind me.
She must have pressed something with her other hand, as instead of my face on screen, it was a view of my ass from above and the head of Boop poised to enter me.
“I would like to see her face, love, ” Shelly said from the laptop, and the screen changed again to show me staring at the camera.
“Whatever you wish, love, ” Lorna said, and I could feel her mirroring the movements on my pussy with the dildo as Shelly teased herself.
“We had these custom-made, ” Lorna said, “The sizes are identical, and the skin tones match ours.”
“We always swap when one of us goes away, keeps us close to each other, ” Shelly added as she slipped the head into her wet pussy.
At the same time, Lorna increased the pressure with her hips and slid the head into me, making me moan loudly as it opened me.
As I watched, Shelly started to gently fuck herself, letting a little more of the dildo slip inside each time. Lorna matched her actions, opening me slowly but more than I had ever been before.
“Christ, it’s big, ” I groaned.
“Let me see, ” said Shelly as she panted with effort.
The screen changed, and again, instead of my face, I got a close-up of the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. It was much bigger than Callum, in fact, bigger than anything I had ever had inside me before. On screen, I could see Shelly driving Betty fully in, and Lorna matched, her belly slamming against my ass as she fucked me.
“I am cumming, ” Shelly and I said in unison, and Lorna switched the view back so Shelly could see my face.
“Yes, baby fuck her hard, ” I heard Shelly moan and could see her dildo coated in her juices as she plunged it in and out. I went to put my head down, but Lorna grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me upright as the orgasm exploded inside me. I could just make out on screen Shelly writhing around as her orgasm matched mine.
I collapsed on the bed face down as the strap-on slipped out of me, leaving me feeling empty.
Lorna lay on the bed before propping herself up on one elbow. Smiling down at me as she said, “Now go to your room and get dressed for dinner.” I stood and looked for my clothes, but as I picked them up, she added, “And insert this. It’s fully waterproof, so you will still be able to shower, but it will help get you ready.”
I could see she was holding out what I had only seen in adverts. It looked like a small penis but also had what I guessed were anal beads along with a soft plate that I guess would go over my clit. She squirted gel on the anal beads part and then instructed me to bend over. Complying, I felt her wiggle the beads into my ass, and the dildo part slipped in with ease as I was still soaked from her fucking. To be honest, none of the insertions were as big as I thought they would be; in fact, I hardly noticed they were there. I dressed, and as I reached the door, she picked up her phone and smiled at me as she pressed a few buttons. There was almost no noise, but I felt the vibration in my ass, making me bite my lip as the sensations ran through me. Then the dildo in my pussy started to vibrate and thrust as the clit plate massaged my clit. I had to cling to the door frame for support.
“You are only to remove it when you need the toilet...I expect you down in 30 minutes...oh...and you only cum when I give permission.”
*****
We sat for dinner, and Lorna ordered for me. I have to say I liked her being quietly in control. She wasn’t forceful or aggressive; she simply took charge and ordered murmuring things like, “You will like this, I think.” The other great thing about her taking charge was that it allowed me to bite my lips and concentrate on not screaming in orgasm. Her phone was sitting on the table next to her, gleaming black against the pristine white tablecloth, and every so often she would look at it before tapping it with her fingertip. That would adjust the level of vibration on my clit, or inside my pussy or ass.
“Would you like a glass of wine Jenny?”
I tried to open my mouth, but all that came out was a whimper, causing her to laugh softly. Turning to the waitress, she said with a smile, “I think the cat has got her tongue...we will have a bottle of the New Zealand Chardonnay.”
The young waitress was smirking as she walked away, and a sudden thought occurred to me.
“Does she know?”
“I am sure she can guess...after all, a few months ago she did a whole service while trying not to cum.” She chuckled then added, “Not that she succeeded.”
When the waitress came back with the wine, she poured some for Lorna and then stood waiting as she looked at me.
“Is the wine to your liking, madam?” she said to Lorna, then, turning to me, said, “I do hope you are enjoying your evening.”
As I went to reply, Lorna turned the toy up high, and I am sure the waitress would hear the buzzing.
She turned to Lorna and said calmly, “I think your companion is cumming.”
I couldn’t help myself and reached out, gripping the waitress's wrist, my knuckles turning white as I tried to control the urge to groan loudly. Then just as it had started, it stopped, and I sat quivering on the edge of an orgasm as I almost shook with the aftershocks assaulting my nerves.
“Eat your dinner before it gets cold, ” Lorna said as she started to daintily devour the food in front of her.
I ate, trying to savour the food, but deep down I wanted the sensations to start again, yet at the same time I was terrified they would and I would embarrass myself in front of the other diners. Lorna leant forward and whispered quietly, “You will learn to cum when you are told to...and that is not yet.”
All during dinner, Lorna occasionally set the machine to gentle vibrations and thrusts, just keeping me on the edge. Once dinner was finished, all I wanted to do was get to the room, hers or mine, it didn’t matter, what I craved was the privacy to allow myself to cum, and cum hard.
“I think we will skip dessert, ” Lorna said to the waitress who had returned with a knowing smirk on her face.
“Has Madam finished?” she said, looking at me and winking.
“Perhaps we will have coffee then, ” Lorna said, and as the waitress went to fetch it started the vibrations started running gently through my body.
“Do you want to cum?” she asked softly.
“Please...yes, please, ” I almost sobbed.
“Soon, ” she said as she sipped her coffee that the waitress had served, “but only when I permit it...not before.”
I nodded in agreement, but my whole lower body was a mass of tingling nerve endings. The walk to the lift was agony yet wonderful as I tried to control my legs that were going rubbery as I walked. She switched it off as we stood in the lift, but when we were joined by a middle-aged couple, she smiled at me and moved her phone as if she was going to set the machine off. Instead, she simply wished them both a pleasant evening as we left the lift and went to her room.
Once inside, I almost leapt on her and tried to remove her clothes as I ground my aching pussy against her thigh. Even though the machine wasn’t switched on, the act of rubbing against her allowed me to orgasm, which I did loudly as I shook and trembled. Once I was finished, I clung to her and tried to kiss her as I begged her, “Please fuck me and make me cum again.”
I yelped loudly as she brought her hand down hard on my ass. “Did I not tell you I am in control?... What do you think you are doing, acting like a common slut?”
“Sorry, Ma’am, ” I said, shocked and shame-faced as I stood in the middle of the room, hanging my head like a naughty child.
Her eyes were blazing, “You cum when I tell you, not when you decide you want to, ” then she reached under my skirt and pulled the toy out of my holes and tossed it on the bed.
“Go to bed, ” she snapped, and when I went to protest, she snarled, “I said fuck off and go and play with yourself. I had hopes for you, but it seems I was wrong.”
With tears pouring down my face, I ran to my room and threw myself on the bed, sobbing like some teenager who had been spurned by her first true love. I knew I had blown it and didn’t know what to do.
*****
The next morning, I woke and nearly threw up as I remembered my stupidity the night before. When my phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message, I grabbed it hurriedly, praying it was Lorna.
SHELLY: Morning, silly girl. It seems you upset Miss Bossy Boots. She was ranting to me for ages last night.
ME: I mucked up and don’t know what to do. I am so sorry.
SHELLY: Lorna likes to be in control, and cumming without permission will have upset her plans for you. You have two options: either stay quiet, and she will never mention it again or beg her forgiveness and promise you will never do it again.
ME: Thank you, I will say sorry.
SHELLY: You will need to go further than that. Let her call the shots, ask permission, promise not to transgress in the future... and mean it. She is very good at detecting insincerity. If you want to submit to her, then do so fully and without reservation; otherwise, don’t bother.
I stared at the phone for a few minutes before showering and dressing for the day. When I got down for breakfast, Lorna was nowhere to be seen, so I sat on my own. The waitress from the night before was near, so I called her over and asked in a hushed whisper, “Have you seen Lorna this morning?”
“She took breakfast in her room this morning; in fact, I took it up to her, but she did give me this for you.”
The waitress handed me a small box, and inside were two things. The first was the toy that had given me so much pleasure, and the other was a black velvet choker. I blushed and didn't realise the waitress was still standing there.
“Oooo aren’t you the lucky one? She must really like you.” I must have looked confused as she went on, “That is what is known in the scene as a collar of consideration. It is given by a Domme to a submissive to show intent and interest. It allows both sides to consider if they want to make the full commitment of a formal collaring.”
I carefully fastened the collar around my neck, and the band of velvet felt comfortable, like it belonged there. I wasn’t quite sure of the implications, but I wanted to find out what it meant. Picking up the toy, I looked at the waitress who hadn’t moved but stood there with a smile on her face.
“I will shield you from the room, but you had better be quick, ” she hissed.
Reaching under my uniform skirt, I carefully inserted the toy, feeling it settle in place. It was inert, but I hoped that when Lorna saw the collar on my neck, she would know that the toy was in as well.
“Good luck, ” the waitress whispered, leaving me to finish my breakfast.
*****
During the final training session, I sat in the back of the room, nervous that Lorna was still mad at me for my actions the night before. She had said nothing to me as we drove the short distance to the office, and heeding Shelly’s advice, I stayed quiet. My glimmer of hope was that when she noticed the collar, she had smiled.
Before she started speaking, she placed her phone on the desk in front of her and reminded the room to turn theirs to silent. As I picked mine up to check it was muted, I felt a mild vibration in my pussy. I looked at Lorna in panic, but saw she had already turned to the flip chart and was writing as she asked people for ideas.
My phone sprang into life with a WhatsApp message.
SHELLY: Lorna is not the only one who has control of your toys. We share everything.
As I read, the buzzing started in my ass and on my clit, still low intensity but enough for me to know it was there. I wanted to type a reply, but was concerned that the rest of the room might spot me.
SHELLY: We are both naturally Dommes but will sometimes submit to each other. We prefer it when we have a plaything, then we enjoy her between us.
I looked up as Lorna glanced at her phone, then smiled at me before continuing her lecture. Looking back at my phone, I could see that this wasn’t a one-on-one chat but a group chat between Lorna, Shelly and me.
SHELLY: I wonder if you will be able to resist cumming like a slut in the room?
At that moment, the vibrations increased, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from making a noise. I went to stand to excuse myself from the room, but as I did, Lorna spoke.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, how remiss of me, I forgot to introduce my colleague, Jenny Black. She will be assisting me when we move to the coaching part of the session.”
Every face in the room turned to look at me, and I made a vague wave of my hand, trying to concentrate on not moaning.
“Jenny, do you want to say a few words?”
I stood and mumbled something about hoping they enjoyed the session and was looking forward to working with them later. As I sat back down, I was sure they must be able to hear the buzzing inside me, or perhaps my face would give it away. Picking up my phone, I typed desperately.
ME: Please stop, I am in a training session in public. This is not the time or the place.
SHELLY: The time and place is when and where we decide...or you can remove that collar.
My head was spinning as the vibrations increased, and I could feel my orgasm building as I bit hard on my lip.
SHELLY: Do you want to cum?
ME: YES
SHELLY: Not yet
The vibrations stopped, and my heart rate slowly returned to normal.
*****
We had finished in Carlisle by lunchtime, so we should be back in Newcastle by mid-afternoon. Just like the day before, I was naked under my nylon uniform skirt. I could almost feel the juices trickling down my thighs, and my legs felt like jelly. Shelly had taken me to the brink of orgasm a few times, stopping just before I came and I would have embarrassed myself in the crowded room.
As we got in the car, Lorna looked at me, “Do you find these uniforms as uncomfortable as I do?”
She had removed her jacket and thrown it across the back seat, so I did the same.
“Now the skirt.”
I couldn’t believe what she had just told me to do.
“But I’m naked under...and I have the toy thing still in as instructed.”
“I know, ” she laughed, “now get that bloody skirt off before someone comes.”
I quickly complied, trying to pull my blouse down to cover my modesty.
“Remove the toy, you will be using Boop, ” she said as she handed me the dildo part of the strap on that she had used to such great effect the night before. She had already laid a towel on the seat, which was good, as I am sure I would have stained the seats with the volume of juices flowing from me.
“Pick two colours, ” she said, laughing as she pulled out of the car park and started driving.
“Yellow and blue, ” I said without really thinking.
“Good choice. Every time we pass a yellow car, you will start fucking yourself, and you won’t stop until we pass a blue car.” My mouth must have fallen open in shock, but she continued, “You will not cum unless I give my express permission...or Shelly does.”
I glanced at the dashboard, where her phone was in a cradle and could see Shelly’s smiling face.
“Redirect the camera, will you please? I want to watch you using your cunt.”
I went to speak, but Lorna continued talking, “If you cum without permission, I will leave you on the side of the road naked to fuck yourself while the cars go past.”
I wasn’t sure if she was serious or not, but I was scared she might be, and I was hugely sexually excited. As we pulled onto the A69, the road that runs along the site of Hadrian's wall, we passed a bright yellow car.
“Yellow car, ” said Lorna firmly and taking the dildo, I pushed it into my soaking pussy. I had the familiar feeling of being filled, the same as last night, as I pushed it slowly deeper.
“Work that cunt girl, “Shelly said from the phone, and I obeyed, starting to fuck myself with the large dildo.
“Blue car, ” Lorna said, and when I didn’t stop immediately, she barked, “STOP SLUT.”
I paused mid-thrust and could feel my thighs quivering as I scanned the road for a yellow car. I saw one in the distance coming towards us and moaned, “Yellow car.”
“When we pass, it is still a while away, ” Lorna laughed.
My arms were aching with the effort of holding the dildo ready, and as it shot past us on the opposite carriageway, I started to fuck myself with gusto.
I almost wept when Lorna quietly said, “Blue car, ” but I knew better than to disobey, stopping my movements immediately.
Without averting her eyes from the road, she said, “Do you think we should let her cum?”
I must have let out a whimper as I almost screamed and begged to be allowed to get some release.
“Layby?” Shelly laughed, and Lorna joined her laughter, leaving me confused.
“Great idea, love, there is one a few miles ahead.”
Being an A road, the A69 has laybys at frequent intervals along the road where a tired driver can pull over. There are no facilities, and often there is nothing more than an overflowing waste bin. Lorry drivers often use it for enforced breaks, and some even sleep in their cabs overnight. Lorna pulled the car to a stop a short distance back from a parked-up lorry and turned off the engine.
“Open the car door, ” she said firmly.
I complied, feeling the fresh breeze play over my naked flesh, the dildo still half in my aching cunt.
“Put your feet on the ground and don’t lift them off until you cum.”
By twisting into this position, I was exposing myself to an empty field, but a rambler or farmer could have passed at any moment and seen me pleasuring myself. Because I was twisted at 90 degrees to the front of the car, I couldn’t see the lorry driver’s door.
“Yellow car, ” Lorna laughed and like Pavlov's dog, I started fucking myself. I could feel the coarse stones of the tarmac digging into my feet, and passing cars must have been able to see my legs, but nothing more. Perhaps they thought I was peeing as a few of them honked their horns as they sped past.
“If any of the cars stop or the lorry driver gets out, you will blow them, ” Lorna said calmly, like she was ordering a pizza for delivery.
“Yes Mistress, ” I moaned as I drove the dildo faster and deeper, excited at the thought of being caught and at the same time terrified.
“Oh, is that him getting out?” Lorna said, and I could feel my heart racing as I tried to twist my head to see. “Perhaps that tractor in the field will see?” she added, making me spin my head back in a wild panic.
The fear inside, coupled with the intense feelings of the dildo, made me explode, and I squirted down the shaft and over my hands that were plunging it into me.
There was no tractor, and the lorry had started to pull away in a belch of smoke, leaving us alone in the layby.
As my breathing slowly returned to normal, Lorna started the car and I let the dildo drop to the footwell as I lay back in the seat.
As Lorna drove along the road, she said, “So Jenny, I have certainly enjoyed this week. I hope you have as well.”
I was stunned into silence. This had been my first time with another woman. I had been to a lesbian club and molested, then saved. I had been fucked on camera as another woman got off watching me. I had even masturbated in front of my boss as we had driven past cars and wagons.
“It’s been different...wonderfully different, ” was the only words I could formulate to try to capture what had happened that week.
“Do you have to get home to your Callum...or would you like to meet my girlfriend, Shelly, face to face?” Lorna said casually as she dropped her hand to my pussy, making me moan.
I knew that I should get home to the man I was going to marry. How could I let Callum down? It wasn’t his fault. That would be the respectable course of action. The last week had been a fantastic ride, but where would it go from here? Would I be the one they talked about double fucking? Their secret, or perhaps not so secret sex toy?”
I knew deep down there was only one answer...
*****