When Ladies Love

[MarcusMaximus]

Conversation, along with drinks and laughter, flowed freely that
evening. Unfortunately, so did the rain outside of Dante's
Restaurant on the night that Olivia and I decided to have a business
dinner. Olivia Dennis is actually my sister's co-worker's best
friend. Sounds a little convoluted but we met at a holiday gathering
three years ago and have been friends ever since. We bonded, I
think, because our outlooks on life are so similar. There was so
much more to the relationship that she and I shared than just
girlfriends that hang out a couple times a month. There was an ever
so subtle and never discussed attraction simmering underneath the
surface between us. I had just recently made my attraction to her
known but I was very clear that I wouldn't do anything to make any
advances unless the feeling was mutual. My feelings towards her
even caught me off guard, sneaking up on me after she had comforted
me about a love gone awry. Nine out of ten times, when I had
previously revealed my affections to another woman, my feelings sort
of dissipated. I guess she was lucky contestant number ten because
not only had my feelings not gone away after my revelation, they
grew stronger with each subsequent communication. Olivia on the
other hand was not comfortable with the idea of same gender intimacy
but reluctantly admitted that she remained curious as to the type of
thoughts that I harbored for her. I had always wondered, and hoped,
if her curiosity arose out of desires she would not allow herself to
admit.

One would have thought it was monsoon season in Sri Lanka the way
the rain was coming down outside. With business discussions
finalized, we sat and shared what was typical of our dynamic,
intimate conversation that spanned many topics: relationships with
men, dreams, fears, politics, race, religion . . . whatever topic
came up, we seemed to ease into it with much passion and intellect.
The elements had us trapped inside the restaurant much to the
delight of the male customers and employees. There we were, two
beautiful, sophisticated, extraordinarily sexy women chatting,
laughing, and engaged in a sensual exchange even if it was tenuous
and discrete. Me, being the more brazen of the pair, loved the
attention men gave us and played up the dynamic. I would lean close
to her and whisper in her ear for effect, or place my hand gently on
the small of her back to create the effect of an intimate coupling.
It was a complete rush for me to see the envious stares of male
onlookers wondering if we were lovers. Olivia, not unaware of the
effect that we were having on the surrounding men, allowed me to get
away with my innocent flirtations. Perhaps it was the wine, the
rain, the lustful stares but I suspect that Olivia actually was
beginning to enjoy the tender caresses to her shoulder, her thigh,
and I surely felt electricity between the two of us whenever I
entered her personal space.

The rain showed no signs of letting up and the proprietors of the
restaurant showed no mercy for their lingering customers. It was
past time to close, they wanted to go home, and they were kicking us
all out. Knowing full well that Olivia was not interested in an
intimate relationship with me, I stepped up to the plate. "Listen
Olivia, I only live upstairs. I don't want you driving in this
weather. I would feel much more comfortable if you came to my place
and waited until the rain lets up. I don't want you to feel
uncomfortable so just know that I won't do anything at all to
you . . . unless you want me to." I couldn't help but add that last
phrase because honestly I craved intimacy with this woman so deeply
and I knew there was chemistry between us. How could there not be?
We had so much in common it was frightening. I was not in the habit
however of trying to molest, attack, or convert anyone from their
sexual preferences. My own insecurities are such that I need there
to be a mutual attraction that is open and honest before I can even
contemplate making an advance on a woman. Additionally, no amount
of wine in the world could cause me to say or do something that
would destroy the friendship I shared with Olivia. I have lots of
other casual girlfriends but the communication I share with Olivia
is far too valuable to me to blow on overactive hormones.

Apparently, Olivia felt the sincerity of my invitation and
accepted. Even with an umbrella, we both got soaked in the thirty
yards or so it took to get to the front door. "Would you like to
put some dry clothes on, I can put your clothes in the dryer?" I
wished I didn't have to make such an offer but I was only being
polite because we really were soaking wet. It was almost painful
for me when she was in my bathroom changing. I had fantasized many
nights about her being here, but the circumstances were much
different. In my fantasies, she had confessed to me that she wanted
to explore the feelings she had for me, sexual and intimate
feelings. The reality of the situation was that she was only in my
apartment, half naked, because it was practically a hurricane
outside. When she emerged from the bathroom she was nothing less
than breathtaking. She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail and
she was wearing my Victoria's Secret robe. (I made a mental note to
buy a baby doll nightie then and there lest she ever be in a
situation where she had to spend the night and needed something to
sleep in. Hey, I wouldn't touch her but why not feed my fantasies
in the interim?) I changed into a wrap sarong and white button
down, comfortable and it covered everything so I didn't look like I
was trying to seduce her. I was just about to make some hot water
for some tea when, as fate would have it, the electricity went out.

[MarcusMaximus]

I scrambled to light a few candles and we settled down on the sofa,
wet clothes now hanging in the bathroom. The rain falling against
the window and the occasional clap of thunder was our only
soundtrack. One of the things I loved so about Olivia was her
unwavering confidence. It was only a little bit more than obvious
that she had been hurt by life a few times too many and that had
caused her to put up this wall around her emotions, but it fit her
well. Part of her charm and part of my attraction to her was
because of the fact that she was determined, focused and
methodical. It made her that much more sexy to me that she could
navigate the world with the cool reserve of a man and be so
incredibly beautiful at the same time. Truth of the matter is, I
don't think she has a clue as to how beautiful she really is. She's
just one of those women that used her brain to establish herself,
not her looks. How sexy is that? She didn't however display the
same level of confidence when it came to discussing my attraction to
her. In fact, it seemed to make her so nervous that it was atypical
of her behavior. I had always wanted her to ask me questions about
my sexuality so we could get things out in the open but she never
took the initiative and I never pushed up. So there we were, bathed
in candlelight, trapped by the elements, with nothing to do but
talk.

I tried not to stare at the brown skin of her legs that were exposed
to me for the very first time. Every time I had seen her
previously, she was wearing pants. In my mind I was visualizing her
under the robe, as I had done many times in the past, wearing just a
bra and panties. In my mind, they were always comfortable Lady
Hanes and an unassuming bra to house her delightfully small breasts.
I always suspected that she preferred to go natural and my eyes
surely must have wandered to see if I could see even the most
telltale hint of hair peeking out from between her legs. I tried
really hard not to be obvious in my gaze, of primary importance to
me was in making her feel comfortable. My discomfort had to be a
little bit more than obvious but as long as she pretended not to
notice, I was going to go along with the game plan. It couldn't
have been more than ten minutes that we were sitting there before we
had both relaxed and were facing each other on my couch. Olivia had
this unique ability to distract me from thoughts of intimacy with
her sincere demeanor. Whenever, it seemed, that she and I engaged
in conversation, it was the topic at hand that was always the
primary focus.

Catching me totally off guard she asked, "Do you have any wine, I
would love a glass?" I stumbled in the dark refrigerator for the
bottle of Pinot Grigio that I have recently gotten and poured two
glasses without much incident. I sipped my glass tentatively,
knowing full well that I was already slightly tipsy and I didn't
want to lose control. My guest, on the other hand, drank her glass
without much ado and didn't refuse when I offered her another. I
thought maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn that she
moved just a little closer and that she was making every attempt to
have her hand linger on my thigh when making a point in her
conversation. For the very first time in our relationship I felt
her let down her guard. She was more animated and sensual than I
had ever seen her before. For the first time in our exchanges, she
talked openly about her sexual desires. I thought perhaps that she
was using the wine as an excuse to open up. I didn't want to
misread her actions.

"Olivia, listen, I've been very up front with you about my
attraction to you. I also told you very specifically that I
wouldn't do anything unless you wanted me to. I'd LOVE to give you
pleasure tonight, over and over again as a matter of fact, but I'm
not going to try to read your mind. If you want to explore a more
intimate connection with me, you need to come out and tell me. It's
not fair to keep me guessing."

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She was flustered by my blunt nature and retreated back into her
shell. "I'll just go now. I didn't mean to . . . I'm sorry. Maybe
it's best that I just leave now." She made a quick retreat to the
bathroom and came out wearing the damp clothing that had been
hanging to dry.

I couldn't let her leave with things unsaid and confusion in the
air. "I'm afraid I'm the one that has to apologize. I sometimes
just assume that everyone is as comfortable with their sexuality as
I am with mine. I hope you can forgive me and that this incident
won't interfere with our friendship."

She hesitated at the door. It was as if she was looking for an
excuse not to leave. In that very instant I saw something in her
eyes that I had never seen before. She was calling out to me from
the very depths of her being to feel her essence. It all made sense
in that very moment. She needed me as much as I needed her but
didn't have the mechanisms to tell me with words. She was afraid
and trembling, dimly lit by the distant candles. I stepped closer
to her and she backed into the door. I tilted her face to mine and
I heard her breath as she gasped for air. In fact, her breathing
was becoming erratic and her eyes showed signs of fear. I leaned in
closer and our bodies touched. I placed my hands on her delicate
waist and whispered in her ear, "Shhhh, relax. I don't want you to
go. I want you to spend the night with me. But I need you to say
it, I need you to tell me that you want me to make love to you."

Her hand fumbled for the door and I stepped back. I waited for her
to turn the handle and walk out into the night. I waited even
longer still. She let go of the door and whispered in a barely
audible tone, "I want to stay."

"What? I didn't hear what you said," I teased, "Can you repeat
that?" She didn't get the joke I guess and turned to leave,
embarrassed and frustrated. I reached out and placed my hand on top
of hers to prevent her from leaving. She froze in her tracks and I
turned her towards me. I took her arms and placed them around me
for support. I held her face tenderly in my hands and tasted the
sweetness of her lips for the very first time. We kissed softly,
tentatively, our lips touching as only two women can share
intimacy. I pulled her body closer to me and kissed her more
passionately, cognizant that if she pulled away I had overstepped my
boundaries. She returned my kisses with fervor and passion, even
allowing her hands to roam freely over my back. I pulled myself
away long enough to take her by the hand and lead her to my
bedroom.

I sat her at the foot of my bed and stood a few feet away. I
unwrapped my sarong and let it fall to the floor, wearing only the
white shirt that just barely covered my panties. I undid each
button slowly, giving her time to voice her apprehensions and back
out if she so desired. I felt so vulnerable standing before her
because I felt more afraid than she did at that particular moment.
This was the moment I had dreamt of for months and I wanted
everything to be perfect. I kept my bra and panties on because I
wanted her to know that this evening was about her, I didn't want to
scare her away making her think that I was going to demand that she
do anything to me. In my fantasy, I pleased her repeatedly, all she
had to do was lay back and enjoy.

[MarcusMaximus]

Our eyes adjusted to the darkness and I knelt before her at the foot
of the bed. I took off her shoes and placed them neatly under the
bed. She lifted her arms like a little girl waiting for her mommy
to undress her and let me remove her shirt over her head. I stood
her in front of me and knelt before her to undo her pants and slide
them down her body. Even though the temperature was warm she was
trembling and shaking. I told her to lie down on the bed and I
crawled over her body like a panther surveying its prey. Her arms
were stretched out by her side and gripping the comforter for dear
life. We kissed again, this time she was able to return my kiss
even more passionately. I began my descent down her body with my
mouth, baptizing her with sensual kisses. I covered her neck and
throat with sensual kisses and she moaned in appreciation. I took
an incredibly long time kissing and licking her down her arms and
sucking her fingers. I undid the clasp of her bra and revealed her
perfectly formed breasts to my vision. Her nipples were hard and
aroused like two tiny pebbles waiting for my mouth to lick and suck
them. Olivia's body was becoming more and more comfortable and she
was responding to each touch with more enthusiasm. I brought my
tongue to her left nipple and gently licked it and she let out a
hiss . . . I licked the right one and she groaned. In fact, I spent
the better part of a half hour licking, sucking and kissing on her
nipples.

She kept saying, "Oh God, that feels so good, don't stop." The more
aroused she got, the more I needed to give her more pleasure. It
was apparent she was enjoying herself and I licked and kissed my way
down her stomach. She had the most glorious goody trail of soft
fine hair that I had ever seen that led to her sensual treasure. I
let my mouth wander down to her legs and I spread her thighs enough
to lick and kiss her there. I could smell her scent and her panties
showed a very visible wet spot that betrayed her arousal. I
aggressively turned her over on her stomach and began lavishing her
back with kisses. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled it as I
whispered in her ear that I was going to make her cum so many times
she would pass out. She responded by grinding her ass on me and
saying, "Fuck you." I loved her fight and arrogance; it turned me
on that much more. I slid my hand between her legs to gently rub
her mound. I pulled her panties up in the crack of her ass and
playfully spanked her, not too hard; gently, erotically. She was
thrusting her ass up at me and telling me to do it harder at that
point but I didn't want her to think she was in control.

She was out of control with lust. All of her inhibitions had long
since disappeared and she was insatiable. She wanted to experience
every sensation she could. I turned her over on her back again and
slid her panties down her thighs and off her legs. Now it was my
turn to be overcome with lust. Her pussy was so fucking sexy it
took my breath away. I spread her legs and stared at the center of
her being in complete awe. Her lips were parted and swollen with
arousal. Her clit was already peeking from its hood. She was so
wet I could see her juices glistening even in the darkened room.
Her smell was intoxicating. I inhaled her aroma over and over
again, wanting to breathe it into my very essence. I held onto the
last little bit of control I had left. "Olivia, tell me you want
this, tell me that you need me to make love to you. I need to hear
you say it."

She knew that she was in control at that point. In fact, she was
getting off on the control she had over me. She was asserting
herself again. "Mmmmmm, you know damn well that I want you to eat
and lick and suck my wet pussy. Go ahead, make me cum with your
mouth. That's what you need. Stick your tongue in me, suck my clit,
EAT MY PUSSY"

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Her sexy talk pushed me over the edge. In fact, I almost came from
hearing her being so open, so vocal about her desires. As much as I
wanted to dive in and devour her pussy, I wanted to make it an
experience that she would never forget. I took my fingers and
gently spread her lips and started to gently lick on her exposed
clit. She responded by grinding her pussy on my face, trying to get
me to suck it harder. I put my fingers at the entrance to her pussy
and she started grinding her hips trying to get me to finger
her. "Damn you, stop being such a tease, finger me. Finger me the
way I need you to." The calm, reserved woman that I had secretly
lusted after for months was now a primal beast in my bed. I reached
down between my legs to stimulate my own needy clit but I couldn't
get too distracted. This vision of sensuality was lying in front of
me and driving me crazy with desire.

I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator and long-
double-sided dildo. My intention was to ride it with her to
indescribable waves of pleasure. My vibrator was glow in the dark
pink and dainty, but packed a powerful punch. My double-sided dildo
was as black as midnight, 18 inches long, and looked more like a
weapon of mass destruction. I asked her if she wanted me to fuck
her and she nodded through her haze of arousal, yes. I wanted to
slow the pace down a little and prolong her pleasure so I turned her
over again, this time placing her on her knees. I couldn't resist
the temptation to go down on her yet again and lick her from her
pussy to her asshole. My face was covered in her juices and she was
grinding her pussy back on my mouth, encouraging me to make her
cum. Actually, she was pleading with me. She reached back with
both hands and spread the cheeks of her ass, her head to the pillow
and was practically chanting, "Eat me, fuck me, make me cum." She
was delirious and insane with lust.

I picked up the vibrator and placed it on her clit. She was so hot
I thought she was going to explode. My previous objectives were
lost in a haze of confusion and passion. Here she was, an exquisite
representation of Black female beauty, wanton with lust in my bed.
She belonged to me at that point. Her surrender was complete. I
grabbed the dildo and started gently rubbing the head of it up and
down her slit. It looked so sexy coated with her juices that I
could hardly resist the temptation to suck it. I placed the head of
it to her entrance and she rotated and thrust her hips trying to get
me to penetrate her. The lust in the room was so thick you could
cut it with a knife. I gave her about an inch of dildo and she
started cumming. I worked her pussy through her orgasm, licking her
clit, fucking her with more of the dildo. By the time I had about
seven inches in her she was having a string of multiple orgasms back
to back. She collapsed on the bed, exhausted and drained.

I climbed on the bed next to her and held her in my arms. She
rolled on top of me and kissed me full on the mouth. "Thank you,"
she breathed. I wanted to ask her why she was thanking me but I
sort of understood. She nestled her naked, sweaty body against mine
and drifted off to sleep. I lay there watching her sleep as the
rain gently fell against the window. We would fall back into our
normal roles in the morning, or perhaps we wouldn't. I contemplated
all that would become of us as I stared at her glistening brown skin
and smelled her sex heavy in the air. Indeed, conversation wasn't
the only thing that flowed freely that evening.

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