My New World Deeper In

Still though she was acting if nothing was happening, turning from chatting to me stuck in the corner to other people across the bar separating what she was doing to me from them. Still, though, there was nothing too overt and I realised that she was still making sure that there was a way out without her losing face for now she had both her hands wrapped around her wine glass and was asking me about my house in St Albans as if nothing at all was happening.

"I adore Victoriana," she told me. I didn't tell her that I hated my house.

But then as a group of the men from another course burst into loud laughter at probably some really filthy joke she turned to look at them so that her back was towards me. I watched her hand once more slip down behind her. This time it did not brush my bare leg. This time it was not a quick or surreptitious movement. No, this time I watched as the perfectly manicured nails, painted with a dark blue varnish stretched over the fleshy part of my leg just above my knee and I saw the fingers encircle it. They lingered there squeezing gently. There was no way that this could be anything other than a very obvious caress, a suggestive gesture and an invitation to me.

I didn't know what to do. I was excited that another woman wanted me, after all that's what I had been after since Emma had gone to the States some nine months ago. I was flattered at her attention, but also slightly alarmed and concerned. This was clearly big girl's stuff. It was beyond the messing around that Emma I had indulged in. It was with someone who was not only famous, often being interviewed on TV, but also had the reputation of being a lesbian and I was certainly not that, was I? No my fling with Emma was an excursion into bisexuality not lesbianism? Many girls I knew or read about in Cosmo had done similar things to me and they weren't lesbian. But hints and gossip intimated that the woman whose hand was on my leg was just that. I was also a little confused by the drink and the party atmosphere. Confused for sure but also somewhat excited and I have to admit aroused. Sitting there on that stool my skirt above mid thigh looking down and seeing Jane's fingers, almost idly now, gently touching my bare leg some four or five inches above my knee I just didn't know how to react. I didn't know what I wanted to happen or what I thought might happen. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing as I simply stared at that hand and those tempting, suggestive fingers on my leg.

I could move and I guess no face would be lost. I could slip off the stool, go to the loo and join another group or move away so that I would show I wasn't interested. Or I could, perhaps, place my hand on hers showing that I was interested, maybe press my leg more firmly or even touch her back to show that I was receptive to her. In the end I took the line of least resistance. I did nothing. Nothing to encourage or deter her. I in fact I put the ball firmly back in her court, or so I thought.

Jane was though too experienced to be put off or discouraged by such a simple gesture. No she'd been here before and she knew what to do. She must have recognised something in me, some signs or signals that told her I was 'up for it'. She must also have known that during the evening she'd primed me, built me up perfectly, aroused my interest and reduced my resistance.

She immediately recognised the signal I was transmitting about the ball being back in her court. And she was able, ready and so eager to return the ball right back in mine. After a moment or two instead of just removing her hand she slid it up my legs briefly letting her fingers go under the hem of my skirt and giving the inside of my thigh a little squeeze. Turning she stared right into my eyes with a look of relief, pleasure and assurance on her face. She knew that she had got me.

The party started breaking up shortly after that and after the usual rather exaggerated kisses and hugs there was only four or five of us left with Jane and me at the bar the others having gone to bed. Although slightly drunk, well more tipsy, I was hellishly nervous as she came up close to me and gave me another drink. She smiled at me very confidently and said lightly.

"Your place or mine Cat?" I stammered out that I didn't know and she said. "Why don't you make your goodbyes now and wait in your room for me? I'll only be twenty minutes or so."

Almost transfixed with the situation and the awe I suppose of such a rich, famous and glamorous woman wanting me I did as she said. The realisation, though completely sobered me up.

In the room, though, the nerves really set in and I didn't know what to do. Should I shower, perhaps or, maybe undress and get into bed? I couldn't do that, though, because it would mean leaving the door open. Maybe I should take my outer clothes off and slip into a robe but then I thought that was a little false so perhaps naked under it. But that seemed to me to be a little too much and might make me appear too eager and too easy. Possibly I should have a bath and greet her wrapped in a towel my hair still wet but that seemed just silly. So instead I settled for a quick wash and a change of knickers and waited.

Time seemed to drag so much but looking at my watch I saw that I'd been there only ten minutes. I wandered around the bedroom wondering what the hell this would bring and my thoughts of course went to the times with Emma. But this promised to be so different. This I recognised was proper grown up woman's stuff. I was playing with the big girls. I had been picked up so relatively easily by her and was now waiting expectantly for her to come to my bedroom and make love to me. And I wanted that, just that. My body and emotions that she had been toying with all evening were now attuned to her and what would happen.

But after half an hour she still wasn't there and I started to think perhaps I had got it all wrong. But I couldn't have, could I? She had clearly told me to wait for her. Surely I wasn't drunk and had imagined it or had got the message wrong. No, the touches at the dinner table. The almost caress like placing of her fingertips on my wrist, my shoulder and my bottom. The holding of my gaze just that little longer than was necessary and of course the overtly sexual way that she had slid her fingertips up the inside of my thigh flattened against the chair and beneath the hem of my skirt all told me that there was no mistake. But time drifted on until I had been there almost forty five minutes and still no visit or even a phone call.

I was just about to give up and go to bed when I heard the light tap on the door.

"Fucking room service," she snarled holding up two bottles of champagne and glasses. "A girl could die waiting for them."

She marched in as if it were her own room and stood by a table that served as a dressing table putting the champagne down on that as she gabbled on telling me that she just couldn't get rid of one of the male coaches. "Sorry luv but I could hardly say that I had to hurry to get to Cat's room for she's waiting there for me could I?"

I laughed and said. "No I suppose you couldn't."

"Particularly when the pratt thought he was onto a good thing with, fucking idio."

She had changed from the brown, leather trousers and bright yellow shirt of earlier and was now wearing a full length, quite tight, black wollen dress. Her hair was rather more slicked back than usual and she was wearing a very pale foundation on her face making it look almost translucent in the dim lighting in the room.

"So Cat," she said so confidently. "Were you thinking that I might not come to you?"

I admitted that it had crossed my mind and I let slip that I was just about to give up and go to bed. With a very assured smile on her face and her eyes glinting she said. "Actually my dear that might have been a very good idea for I wouldn't have had to undress you then would I? You would have been wonderfully naked for me wouldn't you?"

Her words crashed into my mind and any minor reservations I had just simply evaporated. Her total assumption that I was so under her control and her sophisticated assurance and confidence just overwhelmed me. As I heard the words and saw her eyes devouring me I simply melted. I knew at that moment that I was hers to do with as she wished.

And it was obvious that she knew it as well for she was playing with me, toying with me. She knew that she had me dangling on the end of a piece of string and I guessed she knew that I had emotionally totally given in to her.

I was sitting in a low chair my skirt almost up to a level where my panties would be on view and she was standing her bottom wedged against the table leaning back her ankles crossed. It was a pose of such confidence and control that I knew that I was completely out of my depth. I tried to say something about me not being very experienced. Why? I have no idea but she replied.

"I couldn't give a fuck Cat. You have a gorgeous face, a body to die for and legs that go right up to your arse. I want to fuck you not have you fuck me, well not yet."

We looked at each other for a moment or two and she went on. "Yes Cat from the moment I first saw you I have wanted you. From the first time I clapped eyes on you I have wanted to capture you and do the rudest things to you. I have wanted to see you naked and to worship your glorious body." Pausing, she stood up straight her legs apart as she went on. "I want to see your magnificent breasts, the flatness of your stomach and the roundness of your arse." I watched her hands going behind her neck as she continued. "I have yearned to see you and feel you and touch you. I have lain awake imagining you in my bed with my face between your legs lapping at that fountain that I just know flows so easily and so fully." Holding my gaze she fumbled behind her neck for a moment. I could feel myself being hypnotised by her phrasing and the assurance she had, well maybe it was practice I didn't know, to even think of saying such things to me. But they had exactly the effect I assume she was hoping for because they made me feel so bloody horny and receptive to her that I would have done anything. And as she said those remarkable words so even more incredibly exciting things happened.

Her fingers that had been fumbling behind her neck suddenly released her dress that then simply slid down her body. Getting caught momentarily on her nipples that she overcame with a shrug of her body she was suddenly standing before me in just a pair of high heeled shoes and a pair of long, black, self-support stockings. Her body was so slim and had hardly any curves, the only really womanly thing about her being her large, very dark areola and nipples, they looked just like two acorns jutting out from as small a pair of breasts as it was probably possible to have. But despite that she simply oozed sex. She exuded an earthiness that I had never encountered before and she accompanied that with such a dominating demeanour that I felt totally under her control; I felt I was falling under her spell, was she a witch I wondered?

And then I saw that she was shaved. I had never seen a woman that was bald in that area and was surprised really at how visible and how violently deep pink, almost scarlet were the lips of her vagina. Did it thrill me? Did the sight of her sex excite me? No not the vision but certainly the symbolic intimacy and the fact that she had clearly done that in a calculated way, presumably, to pleasure herself and her lovers, most certainly did.

She sat on the edge of the bed and looking at me with that slightly superior smile she said. "Now Cat I want you to take your clothes off for me and do that nice and slowly."

In any other circumstances I would probably have resisted doing that, even though the last time it had been said by Emma I readily agreed, I recalled. This time it was not to flaunt myself to my husband's camera or my bi-sexual lover it was to bare myself for what was surely going to be a lesbian lover. That, if anything, made it even more exciting. But it was not just the sexual excitement that made me stand up and obediently pull the top up my chest, it was the spell she was casting over me. I felt so under her control, so directed by her, so, I suppose, dominated by her.

Leaning back her arms behind her supporting her, one knee crossed over the other she appeared to be so relaxed and assured. She must have known the effect she had on women like me and she played that to the full. Her eyes roaming over me, a little superior sort of smile on her lips she just sat there saying things like:

"Yes that's just right, very nice Cat;" or. "Mmmmm lovely breasts my dear," as I dropped the top to the floor and I reached behind me to unclip my bra. "Slow dear, slow," she whispered. "Take your time, we have plenty and there is so much of you for me to savour."

I knew that she was using the words to excite and arouse me, to mesmerize and captivate me but I could do nothing about it. I was most certainly both mesmerized and captivated by her and the aura she had.

As I, slowly, removed my pale cream, very thin bra trying to do it as I'd seen strippers in films so she continued with her torrent of the most erotic and hypnotizing words and phrases that I had ever heard. As I held the undone bra in front of my breasts for a moment or two and then slowly let it fall to the floor so I heard.

"Oh yes my dear, breasts they are so full and firm, breasts that just ache for my touch, breasts that are so soft and just waiting for me."

As I dropped my hands from my now naked breasts so words like.

"Cat you have such beautiful nipples. They are so hard for me. They are just ready for me," poured all over me almost making me shudder with desire. She went on as I started to undo the short zip at the back of my skirt. "Yes Cat nipples that are just yearning for me to chew and suck and bite and kiss." As I started to ease the skirt down the incredible speech continued. "Yes nipples that I will chew on Cat until I have you screaming for more. You will do that Cat I promise. I will arouse your body so much that you will beg me for release. You will plead with me to make you cum."

My hands were shaking so much at both the words and the sheer confidence this woman had that I could hardly fumble my skirt off but somehow I managed it and slowly let it fall down my legs. And still she kept talking.

"Yes I will lick and kiss every part of you, every inch of your body, every mound and crevice. Nothing will escape my dear as I take you to heights of sexual joy you have never experienced."

I couldn't escape the words and the more she said so the more mesmerising they became. The more captivated I became. Now in just my see-through panties she went on. "Yes I will adore your breasts, I will ravish your nipples, I will arouse your pussy, I will chew your clitoris and I will worship your arse. I will do that and more to you Cat until you beg me to release you, so that you can cum like you've never cum before."

"No leave them on," she said rather sharply as I slid my hands into the waistband of the rather full, very silky panties that were currently very fashionable as skirts and trousers were worn so tight and they avoided a VPL. "Leave them on, for when I start to fuck you I want to see you in those gorgeous knickers and I want to take them off so I can stare at your cunt as they come away."

Even her use of cruder language, that I don't usually like, did not have an adverse effect. In some ways it just made her hold over me stronger and I felt my body quivering as, firstly, she blatantly ran her hand over her breasts, then pinched both of her nipples and then touched herself between her legs that she uncrossed slowly a la Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.

I watched in a trance-like stillness as Jane stood and walked towards me. She had that almost arrogant stride of a ballet dancer but she wasn't wearing those flat shoes, no hers were black patent high heeled stilettos. I assumed that she was going to take me in her arms and kiss me but no she walked behind me. And then I felt her slim body against my back and her hands reaching around me and cupping my breasts. She squeezed them and pinched my nipples quite fiercely as she ground herself against me. It was enjoyable yet slightly weird for I really felt that I wanted to be cuddled and coaxed into sex. But that was clearly not Jane's style. No she was doing exactly as she pleased, precisely what gave her pleasure and that seemed to be using me as her plaything. I was helpless held like that but cannot say I was not excited for I was, enormously. The feeling of her body against my back, her mound on my bottom and her hands on my breasts was so powerful and so different to what I'd experienced with Emma.

With her it had been mutual with each of us finding our way in giving and receiving pleasure from another woman. Now though Jane was taking what she wanted from me and taking for granted that I would give that. She was, though, absolutely correct for the helplessness I felt imprisoned in her arms, the way that she was dominating me with no real consideration for my feelings and the exquisite excitement she was creating in me all combined to make me feel, at one point, as if I would faint.

She pushed me towards the writing desk across the room and made me lean forward so that I had to support myself by holding onto the desk with my hands. I was half bent over at the waist. She took hold of me at the fleshy part of my hips her fingernails digging into the softness and then ground herself against the base of my spine. She started to simulate the movements a man would make were he shagging me from behind. She also slid her arm round me and her fingers found my clit so very quickly and easily.

It felt as though she was actually fucking me. As though it was a man up me. But of course she wasn't even in me but the sensations I got from her bare, shaven crotch on my bum and her fingers rubbing my clit were so similar that I started grinding myself back against her. I didn't quite cum but I was very near. I wanted her to give and take more from me. I felt her stop and her body lay on mine her hands once more cradling my breasts. She was wrapped around me her small breasts pressing on my back the fronts of her nylon covered legs against the backs of my naked ones. One of them slid between mine and she pressed upwards forcing my legs apart, quite wide. I felt her slithering down me, her hands once more gripping, this time even more tightly, the womanly excess on my hips. She was kneeling behind me her face level with my bottom. She forced my legs even wider apart and I felt her tongue just above the low waist band of my panties as one of her hands ran up the inside of my widely opened thighs and pressed hard against the gusset that was now inevitably absolutely soaked. Her tongue and lips were now moving all over my panties biting, kissing and licking as they moved ever closer to the crease in my bottom. Almost, no actually totally, unceremoniously I felt her thrust the material to one side so that my two cheeks were stretched apart. And then her tongue was on me. There was little hesitation or foreplay with her. No she had decided that she was going to lick my arse and that is exactly what she did.

It had been years since anyone had done that to me; Richard really wasn't into anal sex in any form. In some ways it struck me as something of a taboo place, but also one of curiosity, just like being bi really. Taboo it may have been but in the state of heightened arousal and the sheer control she had over me it was also a place of untapped sensation, thrills and excitement. Her tongue probed against the restraining muscle and may well have gone some way into me as her hand stroked and rubbed all round my lips and clitoris. I was totally gone and low moans, and deep sighs and grunts were coming from my mouth as an almighty explosion erupted inside me. My tits were squashed flat against the table and I gripped the side of it almost breaking my fingernails.