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Growing up in New
York City, one would expect that Samantha should have experienced
all of life’s variables by the time she turned 30. Samantha had
attended an all woman Ivy League university that her daddy paid for
and she earned her Master’s Degree in Business Administration by the
time she was 25. Being the consummate debutante, she dated all the
finest boys when she dated because that is what her parents expected
of her. During high school and even university, Samantha got into
some heavy petting and one fellow even managed to get her naked. To
Samantha, sex was over rated and unlike most of the girls she spoke
with, she did not find a man's body particularly exciting. In
university, she got along well with her schoolmates and she found
she spent as much time with them as possible. For some reason,
Samantha found that she had some strange feelings when she was in
the change room or the showers with the other girls. Their naked
bodies attracted her attention and, at some level, she found herself
pleasantly aroused. In fact, when most of her mates were lying in
bed masturbating to romantic novels or nude pictures of men,
Samantha would dreamily close her eyes, think of one specific and
beautiful senior she was friends with, and caress herself into a
violent orgasm.
Samantha knew she
could never share this fantasy with Morgan and tried desperately to
hide her strong sexual craving for another woman. After all, her
society parents would disapprove of her if she expressed such
lesbian desires. After she graduated, a major international
consulting firm employed her. Throughout the first five years of her
career, she was strong and forthright with her clients and her
success in her work gained management’s recognition. They kept
Samantha extremely busy and her international traveling and long
hours precluded any semblance of a personal life. It follows,
therefore, that Samantha really did not have time to think about her
sexuality. She also lost complete track of her school chums! That
was about to change in a way that Samantha could not possibly dream
about.
Since she had
graduated, she used her parent’s house as a home base for the little
time that she was in New York. At 30 years old, Samantha knew it was
time to break away and find a place of her own. Financially secure,
she purchased a beautiful suite in an upscale apartment building in
Manhattan and decided to take three weeks off to get it furnished
and settle in. Her boss had been after her for a couple of years to
take a break, and Samantha knew it was time to do so.
On Saturday
morning, she packed her things into the back or her Lexus, hugged
and kissed her mom and dad, and left for her new home. On the way,
she picked up a couple of necessities at the store. Parking the
sleek white car in her designated parking spot, she grabbed her
suitcases and groceries and went up to her suite. She opened her
door and dropped everything on the floor, closing the door behind
her. Typical of Samantha’s organizational ability, she had a finely
tuned schedule worked out that would allow her to get everything
done in one week. That would allow her two weeks to take life a bit
easier as long as she did not receive any panic calls from the
office.
The bedroom suite
had been ordered the previous week to be delivered on Monday so
Samantha needed to get her bedroom walls decorated first thing. Her
paint, wallpaper, and accessories were already there, so she
stripped down and changed into her jeans and sweat shirt and got
busy. With a bare room, the job went surprisingly well and by 10
o’clock that first night, she finished decorating her room. With a
deep sigh of relief and a glow of satisfaction at how great it
looked, Samantha plopped down in the middle of the room, exhausted.
About midnight, Samantha woke up with a start and a little bit sore.
Sprawled out on her plastic covered thick carpeting, she stretched
her beautiful and slender body to get rid of some of the stiffness.
Samantha stood up and wandered around her apartment then went out on
the balcony to breathe in the night air. Now living on the 28th
floor of the building, she looked out over the glistening lights of
Manhattan and smiled brightly at her accomplishments.
It was a warm
summer night and beautiful outside, so she decided she would sleep
on the balcony this first night. Samantha went in, poured herself a
white wine, and retrieved a cigarette. She was so busy she did not
have one of those throughout the day and thought, “perhaps it was
time to quit soon". Returning to her perch over the city, Samantha
sat in a lounge chair left by the previous owner, and lost herself
in the glory of this day.
The sun rose early
the following morning and kissed Samantha’s cheeks. Waking slowly,
Samantha stretched her body and slowly began to attack the day.
Since she had planned on painting and decorating the rest of the
apartment on Monday and Tuesday while her bedroom was being
delivered, her plans for today were to purchase the rest of her
furniture for the apartment and perhaps bring in some Chinese food
for dinner and celebrate her first full day in her home. Plugging in
the kettle to make an instant coffee, she went into her bedroom to
take the plastic and trim tape into the dining room. Just as she was
finishing up, the kettle began to whistle. “Perfect timing,” she
thought! Pouring her coffee, she pulled out a smoke and enjoyed her
breakfast overlooking the city that was still relatively peaceful at
this early hour. Half an hour later, Samantha was ready to take on
the day and turned on the shower in her ensuite bath. Since her
suite overlooked the water, there was little likelihood of anybody
looking into her apartment unless they were in a helicopter so,
while she was sipping her second cup of coffee, Samantha took off
her sweat shirt and jeans she had worn for the past 24-hours. Her
pale skin was so smooth, covered only in her white lace bra and
matching lace panties. Samantha was fastidious about her appearance,
and her neatly trimmed pubic hair formed a sensuous cushion beneath
her lace panties. Grasping the clasp of her front closing bra in her
fingertips, she unclipped the restraint and allowed her full round
breasts the freedom they had been straining for over the past day.
Even at thirty years old, Samantha’s breasts were much the same as
in her college days. They were still firm and although she wore a
C-cup there was no sag to them. The nipples were perfectly formed
disks and sat pertly on puffy mocha areolas.
It felt good to
have her bra off and Samantha gently rubbed and pressed her boobs to
her chest. At first, it was just because it felt good but, as she
pressed, her nipples began to poke against the palm of her hands.
Soon, Samantha was caressing her breast with one hand and fondling
her blonde mound through the fine material of her panties. Before
long, she had inserted her hand down her panties and spread her lips
so her fingers could rub her clit. Samantha squatted to the floor to
open her pussy wide as she continued to express her love to herself
and came to the sound of water rushing behind her. Once the waves of
passion receded, Samantha stood up, removed her panties, and ran her
fingers over her soaking wet swollen lips. Checking the water
temperature, she then stepped into the shower and washed away the
grime from her hard work and the passionate juices that had run down
her legs.
Her shower
finished, Samantha stepped out of the shower and wrapped her golden
hair in a towel while she towel dried her body. Samantha applied
very light make up, even though she required none. Her face was
flawless and the natural tones of her cheeks glowed without any help
at all; but, being properly raised, she never left home without
foundation and a touch of blush. Her focus on her appearance was
suddenly shattered when her cell phone rang. She ran into the living
room to answer it and as she ran, lost her towel. For the first time
in her life, Samantha was naked somewhere other than a bathroom or
bedroom. It felt great! It felt free as she realized she was alone
and there was nobody to disturb her or criticize her for being
inappropriate. Her sister called to congratulate her on her new
apartment and they did a sister talk for about 45 minutes. When she
disconnected, Samantha looked down over her body and smiled with
pride. She had kept herself in such good shape in spite of grueling
work hours.
Samantha was
dressed and headed out at about 10:30 to start her furniture
shopping. As she approached the door of her building, the door
attendant opened the door as they introduced themselves properly. He
then hailed her a cab and she set off. By the time the stores closed
at six, Samantha had purchased all of her furniture, appliances, and
accessories. She had even bought her linens and towels that she
brought home with her. Samantha arranged for furniture for each room
to be delivered each day of the week until Saturday. Samantha’s
schedule would work perfectly.
She arrived home at
7:30! After unpacking her bags, she picked up the garbage and
bundled it to take down to the disposal chute. Before she walked
down the corridor, she called her favorite Sichuan restaurant and
placed an order for delivery. As she opened the door to the Waste
Room she was startled to hear “Sam, is that you?” Spinning around,
she was surprised to see a familiar face from her college days.
“Morgan,” she
exclaimed with a broad smile and warmth that betrayed her emotion.
“Is that really you?
I had heard you
were in Washington practicing constitutional law.”
“I missed the big
city and decided to move back. I purchased a place here six months
ago. Did you just move in?” Morgan fired her responses and question
in rapid succession.
Samantha explained
what was going on and Morgan wrapped her arms around her old friend
and hugged her in genuine happiness. Those feelings for Morgan that
had long since been forgotten came rushing back over Samantha as she
tried desperately to hide her sexual excitement.
“I have just
ordered some Sichuan,” Samantha said not knowing whether Morgan was
married or living with anybody, “you are welcome to join me if you
don’t mind sitting on the floor.”
They laughed and
Morgan insisted that they dine together in her apartment. It struck
Samantha at how coincidental it was that of six large suites on a
floor, her old friend would be living next door to her.
For the next three
hours, Samantha and Morgan reminisced and “caught up” on old times
and, where their lives were at now. Morgan had not married and, like
Sam, was so caught up in her legal career, had little time for
dating. Although they had not seen each other for five years, it was
as though no time had passed and their comfort together was obvious.
They were highly successful and professional women giggling and
being as silly as schoolchildren. They drank wine, smoked
cigarettes, talked, and laughed the night away.
At about one in
the morning, Morgan suddenly became serious and said, “I have always
been in love with you Sam!”
Samantha felt her
blood rush to her head as her cheeks turned flaming red. She was
sure her mouth dropped open. “I have always loved you too Morgan.”
There must have been a confused look on her face or a hesitation in
her voice as Morgan went on to say, “I mean I really love you Sam. I
am bi-sexual and you were the first woman with whom I ever
fantasized about. I was afraid to approach you in school.”
I guess being alone
with you and the wine has given me the courage to tell you. I hope
you aren’t disgusted with me and we can be friends.”
Morgan grew pale as
she saw Sam’s eyes flood with tears. She was convinced she had
chased this beautiful woman away after all this time. Samantha, on
the other hand, was overcome with happy emotion to know that Morgan
felt the same about her.
“Morgan, when we
were at college, I dreamed about us being together,” Samantha
finally managed to say. “I have never really been attracted to men
and have never had time to explore my feelings for women. When we
were in college, I would lie in bed some nights, make love with you
in my mind, and have an incredible orgasm. I just did not know what
to do about it.”
With an erotic sigh
of relief, Morgan sat beside Samantha and kissed her softly on the
cheek. “I am not sure what to do now,” Samantha continued.
“Perhaps we should
let nature take its course,” Morgan responded.
“I want that very
much,” Samantha said, “but, would it be awful of me if I asked to
take our time?”
I am very nervous
about this Morgan and I do not want to make any mistakes or hurt
you, or me, for that matter.”
They sat close
together on the sofa, but it was late and they were both tired from
the day. Since Morgan had to get up for work in a few hours, they
decided it would be best to say good night.
“Would you mind if
I came over after work?” Morgan queried.
“I would love for
you to come over,” Samantha replied, “as long as you don’t mind
sitting on the floor.”
For the first time
in her life, Samantha wrapped her arms around another woman’s waist,
pulled her close to her, and kissed her passionately on the lips.
Morgan eagerly responded when she felt the firmness of Sam’s tits
pressing against hers.
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