She waited as I made my way to her, her eyes following my steps with a predatory stare. The height of the boots was more than I was used to, and they made me sashay my hips as I moved. I felt the crotch of the jeans rubbing against me as I walked, both exciting and scaring me. What would anyone say?

Her arm slid around my waist, as if it belonged there; she had the nerve to rest her hand on my ass. I admit, the feeling of her holding me tightly, hip to hip, and the feel of her hand on my ass, turned me on.

She led the way as we walked through the store, our eyes noting everyone’s reactions. I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes because I felt so indecently dressed, so exposed, naked. I would never dare to wear such an outfit, but knowing that she wanted me this way made it somehow bearable.

"You know you've the most delicious ass," she whispered into my ear was we walked past one of the shops many mirrors. She paused and with one hand raised my chin so that I had to look at our reflections. I let out a little gasp of surprise as I took in our reflections; aside from the clothing, we looked similar, both slightly built, blonde heair, damn good breasts, and of similar height. She leaned close and said, "Now can you see what I see."

Returning her hand to my ass, she guided me past the staring people and out of the store. I heard various voices saying how hot we looked, how much like sisters we appeared. Tara guided me to the side of the building, and into her waiting limo. My jaw dropped, I knew she was famous, but I'd never realised just what that meant. There was a huge hunk of a man, just standing there, holding the door open for us.

"Good afternoon Miss Subkoff," he said as we stepped into the car.

I sank into the plush leather seat, relieved to be off those high heels. Glancing down I must admit I liked the taught and sexy way they shaped my calves. I could see the driver looking at us in the mirror, his eyes shifting from Tara to me, and to my surprise, back to me. Meeting his eyes, I sensed his thoughts and I had to look away; his desire plain to see.

Tara spoke, jolting me out of the daze. "Home," she said, and with a press of a button, a partition rose, blocking his staring eyes. She leaned forward, opened the mini bar and poured a glass of champagne, which she handed to me. "Drink up, you probably need this after all you've been through," she said.

And boy did I. My head was in a spin; picked up by an incredibly sexy and famous woman; given the most intimate of personal makeovers, and now she was whisking me who knows where. I sipped the champagne, letting the bubbles tickle and bounce over my tongue. Her hand rested on my thigh, I was so aware of the heat of it; it felt as if my leg was burning up. That wasn't the worst of it; I still felt the ache in my still hard nipples, an ache that seemed to connect straight to the place between my thighs.

I was so turned on, and I wasn't sure why. Sure she was pretty, but she was a woman, and I'm not that way, at least I'd never thought of another woman in that way before, but with her, there was a certain something, a connection waiting to be made. The relief of being out of view, hidden in the limo with its tinted windows allowed the champagne rush to my head. I relaxed, letting my head fall back onto the cool, comforting leather seat.

In the corner of my eye I saw Tara dip a finger into her glass and then brush it across her lips, moistening them with champagne. She then leaned over me, I felt an electric tingle as her breasts brushed against mine. In a voice husky with lust she murmured into my ear, her hot breath sending shivers through me, "You can tell me to stop any time," and with that her head moved, so that her lips just brushed mine. I tasted the champagne on her lips as they touched mine; she paused, as if she thought I might say something, then slowly pressed her lips against my own.

With a groan, I felt my mouth open, and then her tongue was there, licking my teeth and exploring my mouth. I heard her heavy breathing and felt hot air blow out of her nose onto my cheeks. Our tongues fought; entwining, probing and dancing around in our mouths before we broke the kiss, both gasping for air.

"You're new to this aren't you," she asked.

I answered truthfully, "Yes."

"Relax," she said, and her mouth descended to my throat, her lips and teeth nibbling, teasing and making me shiver with desire. I felt her hands slip under my top and search for the aching buds of my nipples. Her thumbs rested on the tips of them, gently making circular motions which sent fresh shivers of desire shooting through me.

Her head moved from my neck and onto my right nipple. I could feel the heat through the sheer material as she engulfed my nipple. I felt her lips make a seal around it, and then heaven; her tongue gently toyed with it, flicking it to and fro. I wriggled in the seat, trying to ease the aching need I felt between my thighs.

Her mouth worked on first one nipple then the other while her hands undid the button on my cut offs. Again I felt the zipper brush my clit as she worked it downward. It felt so good. My pussy had been held so tight in the shorts, it was strangled, but now I felt the blood rushing into my lips, filling them. I raised my hips, eager for her to slip them off and free me.

Coming up for air, she looked straight into my eyes; it was almost like looking at another version of myself. I could see the lust reflected in her eyes, and she asked, "Last chance to back out?"
I shook my head, my I was breathing so fast I felt light headed.

She scooted round, and knelt on the carpeted floor, in front of me. I wanted this as much as I'd ever wanted anything before. She rested her hands on my knees and with gentle pressure parted them. Not that it took much effort, I was crazy with desire, I wanted her.

I looked down and saw her blonde bob of hair move between my spread thighs, and I knew she was drinking in the sight of my most private of parts. This moment was so sexy; I was too turned on even think.

I knew that my lips were already parted, and that there was plenty of moisture making my labia slick. She lowered her head, taking her time, driving me crazy with anticipation. Although I'd never been with another woman, Tara was something special. I know wanted nothing more than her mouth on me and her tongue in me, but she was teasing and tormenting me, drawing out the moment.

After what seemed an eternity, I felt the first strings of her breath blowing on my labia, it felt cool, sexy, wonderful, and I couldn't help but wonder that if her breath felt this good, what would her lips and tongue feel like. Luckily for me, she didn't make me wait any longer and her tongue raced, first down one lip and then up the other side. I groaned aloud, feeling the need deep inside me and I knew that she was teasing me, drawing out the moment until I had my first lesbian orgasm.

Her tongue then slipped between my labia, and homed in on my clit. I leapt as I felt her tongue for the first time, sliding over, then around my hard little clit. It felt so wonderful. Her mouth and tongue teased and toyed with my clit. I felt her fingers stroking, parting my labia, getting slick with my juices. I couldn't stop myself from bucking hard when she slipped them in, filling my pussy.

I felt her wiggle the two fingers she had impaled me with, teasing and stretching my pussy as they slid in and out of me; all the while her tongue was drawing crazy little circles around and around my clit.

I sensed my orgasm building, and judging by the way she didn't let up, so sensed it as well. I felt the first spasm of a contraction as my pussy grabbed her fingers tightly when I started to cum. I let out a shriek of pure, unadulterated pleasure when she then sucked my clit into her mouth, letting her teeth just scrape over that most sensitive bud. I came, and came hard; my hips bucked crazily, my arms flailed around! I couldn't get enough of the feel of her eating me out.

My pussy clamped around her fingers, trapping them as she continued running her tongue and teeth over my clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure rolling through me. Eventually, I felt myself sliding off the plateau of the orgasm and through glazed eyes, I watched her lift her head from between my thighs and look me in the eye.

"So was losing your cherry everything you thought it would be?"


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