Chapter 22

Heather sat at the breakfast table in the open space dining area of the San Francisco hotel and picked at her breakfast. The last minute trip out here from school with Traci to the art conference was tiring and they had gotten in late last night. With only a three day stay, they had full schedules and Traci wanted Heather to be sure to take in as much as possible to begin learning the business side of art. Traci was sure Heather had the talent to be a very successful artist, but she needed to understand the business as well, so, when the college agreed to fund her trip, she included Heather as a participant. Undoubtedly the President of the school and department head had thought she would bring another faculty member, but it was her choice.

"Hey, a bit down today?" Traci inquired as she scanned her daily schedule again.

"Just tired from the flight and lack of sleep, I guess. And you didn't help with that surprise licking you gave me just as I was drifting off. You know I can't push you away when you do that." Heather was smiling at the thought of Traci's warm tongue licking the inside of her thighs until she had begged Traci to finish her off with her tongue. The woman had the tongue of a serpent and proved it every time they kissed or she went down on Heather.

"I distinctly didn't hear any complaining last night, you little sex fiend. And you gave me back as good as you got, if I remember the events clearly." Traci arched one eyebrow in mock surprise and then they both laughed. When they were together, it didn't take long for the sexual sparks to fly between them and their mutual arousal move them to steal away and get each other off.

"No, not a complaint. Just the facts. Not enough sleep. And, knowing us, we're not going to get any the rest of the weekend, either. And you assigned us a test on Tuesday! How am I supposed to study for that when I keep finding stray fingers in my pussy, or up my ass and your hot mouth on my nipples? You know that drives me crazy."

"And it improves your concentration. I remember you told me that you get A's on every test you study for if you have sex when in the middle of preparing. I can't cheat for you, and I can't treat your work any different than any other student, so, I take the only course open to me and fuck your brains out at every opportunity." Heather was laughing now and noticed the woman at the next table was clearly trying to listen to their conversation. Their voices had been low, but they must have been loud enough to gain their neighbour's attention. She wondered for a moment if the woman was interested or shocked.

She discretely signalled Traci and they went over their schedules, which, as luck would have it, were different and they wouldn't see each other till dinner. Finally gulping one last swallow of coffee, they squeezed each others' hands under the table and said 'bye and headed off.

Heather settled into the large lecture hall amid the hundreds of other conference participants and waited. Just before the lights went down, a very striking, tall, trim, ash blonde with an alabaster white complexion and bright red lips and long red fingernails, came down the isle and took a seat one row in front of Heather, catching Heather's eye. She smiled at her briefly as she found a seat and sat, stretching her long legs out, then casually crossing them. Even from five seats away, the sound of her nylons rustling as her thighs slid across each other sounded an alarm in Heather's pussy and she went suddenly wet. Jesus, she thought, Traci just screwed my brains out not three hours ago and here I'm horny already.

It took all of Heather's concentration to stop looking over at this striking woman and focus on the lecture just beginning. And to make matters worse, the air conditioning was wafting the aroma of the woman's lightly scented perfume over to Heather and for some reason, it started to drive her wild. More and more, she just kept looking over at her and realized after a bit that the blonde hair was completely natural. Shoulder length, it was baby fine and very thick, rare for a blonde.

Heather found herself daydreaming about running that hair through her fingers and having it fall in her face. "I wonder if her pussy hair is blond as well?" She was thinking at one point. "Get a grip. You are here with Traci and you can't be coming on to other women." She ordered herself. And finally, got back to the lecture.

At the break, she followed the woman over to the coffee table and stood nearby, studying the woman discretely and finally realizing she wanted to meet this woman who was attracting her so badly. And found herself approaching her. "OK, what the hell are you going to say?" She was trembling with nerves as she approached.

"Hello, I'm Heather."

"Inga." There was a light Scandinavian accent. They shook hands politely. Heather felt the long nails on her wrist and electric sparks shot up her arm. The woman held her hand just a moment longer than necessary.

"I... I saw you in the lecture hall and wanted so much to tell you how beautiful you are. And sexy." Inga smiled back.

"Thank you. It is hard to be sexy in the morning on the schedule they give us." She was relaxed and seemed genuinely pleased at Heather's compliment.

Inga continued. "I come from Iceland and we had a very long flight yesterday, so I am not at my best today, too tired."

"I love your accent. I would have guessed Norway, or Sweden, and of course, your beautiful hair gives you away."

"Yes, I am lucky. You are lucky with your hair..." there was a slight pause... as she boldly surveyed Heather's body, "and remarkable figure as well."

Heather actually blushed. Well, contact was made, now what would happen? Inga made the move immediately, much to Heather's amazement.

"Heather, you and I, would be very hot together, do you not think?" It was almost a whisper.

Hell yes! "I was hot the first time I saw you an hour ago. Now, standing here, I'm very horny for you." There. Heather was in a spin. Now what, just jump each other in the lobby? It was moving so fast.

Inga moved closer in the crowd of people, very noisy around them, and reached out an index finger and slowly brushed a wisp of Heather's hair back behind her ear, and let the finger nail trail slowly over her cheek and down to her full lips, lightly running the nail over each lip several times, and finally slipping the nail and very tip of her finger into Heather's mouth. By the time the nail penetrated her red pursed lips, Heather was shaking from the caress and was clenching her fingers involuntarily into fists to fight the waves of chills rippling from her face out across her body. She was tingling from head to foot.

Inga slowly lowered her finger over Heather's chin and down the front of her neck and stopped at the top of her cleavage, finally lowering it to her side. "Yes, we would be very hot. But, we can do nothing, I'm afraid, my beautiful friend. My lover is also here and I cannot break free, even for a few minutes. We are together for every minute except this first lecture, which is now over."

Heather's disappointment must have shown on her face. "Oh. Well, of course you are right. I too have a lover here. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Well, I must go. I see Helga looking for me." Inga waved and caught her attention. "Heather, have fun. And think of me. I'll think of you as well."

"Yes, I will. You already made me wet."

"I as well. Farewell."

Inga walked away toward her female friend, who was making her way slowly through the heavy crowd now headed back into the lecture hall. Ten feet away, she stopped and walked back to Heather. "Tell me your room number. I will leave my room number in your mail box at the desk if something changes and it is safe to call me. OK?"

"1189. Yes, maybe things will change."

"Farewell."

And she was gone, only the top of her almost white hair visible in the crush, then it too was gone as she went through the doors and met Helga, now on the other side.

Heather was left disappointed, and amazed at how forward she had been to just walk up and start talking. And the reaction from Inga was equally amazing. The nerves on her face, lips and neck from the trace of that nail were still tingling as she made her way to a different hall and was seated, late.

The rest of the day was a blur. She found herself daydreaming about Inga, holding her, licking her, kissing her lips, nipples, Mons. And being kissed in return. By dinner time, she had to race to her room and change her underwear, which by now was beyond merely damp and was practically dripping.

Traci met her at the dinner table with a big hug and they chatted all evening about the lectures. Heather felt vaguely disloyal about approaching Inga and finally, she decided to at least tell Traci about the meeting. Some of it, anyway.

"I met a woman from the first group today. Inga. A beautiful ash blonde from Iceland, as it turns out."

Traci didn't seem to pick up on anything. "That's nice. Is she going to be available to sit with you at any of the other sessions?"

"No. As a matter of fact, she's here with a friend and they are together, so I'd be butting in on them."

This time Traci was a bit quicker to pick up on things. "Oh, a woman?"

"Yes. Helga, I think Inga said."

"Were you attracted to Inga?"

"Well, I thought she was very pretty and told her so."

"And then what happened?"

Heather took a deep breath and paused, looking up into Traci's calm face, "She suggested we would be a hot couple in bed."

"Not letting any grass grow under her feet, is she? And is she taking you to bed with her?"

"No, actually, she's not."

"But you would have gone if she had asked?"

"Yes." Well, that tears it, Heather thought. Traci's going to be pissed now. Why am I so honest with her all the time?

"And I'm not invited?" There was that eyebrow. She's not that mad. She'd be frowning if she was mad. Or dead silent.

"Traci! We're not going to do anything. At least, not unless her plans get changed, which is highly unlikely. Listen, I feel guilty enough about even thinking it, much less knowing I want to do it."

"You are a free spirit my child. You know how I feel about you. And I know there will be others for you from time to time. I just cherish the time I have with you now. Maybe that's why the sex is so intense. Tomorrow, it may be gone forever."

"I'm not going anywhere, Traci. You know I feel the same way about you."

"Yes, you will leave. Not because you are planning to, but because that is the nature of things. Life moves on. We will move on beyond this moment. Right now I'm very lucky to have you. No, I'm not mad about Inga, or the other Inga's that come and go in your life. I'm jealous of the time they get with you, but at least right now I know you will be back. So, if Inga's plans change, go to her and enjoy her. Just don't miss the plane back or go AWOL on me. I'll have enough explaining to do when I get back as it is."

"Are you sure about all this? I mean my other lovers? I don't want to hurt you."

"Hush. One of these days I'll shock you and show up with an Inga, or two, on my arm and you will have to share me for a bit. Then, you'll be begging for my tongue, my dear. Let's find the evening conferences, they are almost about to start."

This time, they hugged hard in public and finally broke and went their separate ways. When Traci came back to the room a bit drunk much later that evening, Heather was asleep in the bed with a text book lying open where it fell on her stomach. Traci just moved the book to the night table, kissed her lightly on the forehead and quickly undressed and slipped into bed. In seconds she was asleep as well.

The next day was much the same as the first, only that evening, at long last, Heather and Traci found themselves in the room at only ten PM and they showered, and met in the middle of the bedroom of their suite in a passionate kiss and then their hands found damp pussies and within seconds, their arousal soared and they fell into a series of rapid fire orgasms, thrusting their Mons together as they came, each in turn driving the other to her next peak. The sex was hard and physical, with none of their usual preliminary cuddling or stroking. A dam broke inside each and they drove to fill their needs.

Finally, they retired to the bed and at a much more leisurely pace, fucked and sucked each other until exhausted and spent. At 2 AM they finally slept in each other's arms, legs scissored together, pussies kissing and the wet from their cum slowly drying on their bellies and legs. A coolness that only emphasized the heat still pouring from their bellies and thighs. Contentment was written on their faces.

The morning brought a surprise, however. Heather stopped at the front desk and was excited to spot an envelope in their room's mail slot. The desk clerk retrieved it and upon opening it, there was a short note. "Heather, dearest. Unexpectedly, Helga must return to home a day early and I am alone. If your circumstances permit, can we meet and explore each other before we depart tomorrow? Leave a note in mail slot 2387 if free. Yours (hoping) - Inga."

Heather felt her heart begin to pound and she wrote a note that said simply. "Inga. Yes. Yes. Yes. My heart will not beat until I have had you. 9 PM in your suite for dinner, and then, the perfect dessert. Yours longingly, Heather."

At breakfast Heather could hardly sit still, knowing what the evening would bring. Traci picked up on her antsy behaviour at once.

"So, let's see, Inga must be free and you are going to see her tonight. Close?" She was smiling.

"Yes. I can't believe it. We are going to have dinner in her room. Would you help me pick out what to wear? I don't want to disappoint her."

"Heather, you could show up covered with mud from head to toe and be completely naked and still get her wet and make her cum before she hit the sheets. Don't you realize what an exciting woman you are to others? To me?" The last was so soft.

Heather broke from her focus on Inga. "Traci, it was stupid for me to ask, after all..."

"No, as a matter of fact, I bought something for you yesterday at lunch that will be perfect. But there is a price for all this consideration, tolerance and help, you realize?"

Heather looked at her questioningly.

"Simply, that after you two screw each other's brains out, on the plane home tomorrow, you must tell me every juicy detail, down to the last drop of cum spilled and agonized cry of climax. And then, you and I are going to join the Mile High Club."

"The what?"

"The club for people who have sex on an airplane in flight!"

"We can't do that, I mean, with a whole plane full of people!"

"In the rest room, silly. Just you and I and our wandering mouths. Deal?"

Heather was intrigued. "Deal." Damn, Traci was FULL of surprises.

The day dragged as she waited for the time to come and get ready. Finally, after a swim in the hotel pool to calm her nerves (and get off twice near the water jet of the pool filter system pump), she came back up to the hotel room. Traci was waiting for her.

"Bath and shave." She ordered, and helped Heather out of the wet one-piece suit, marvelling as she always did at the sight of the magnificent chest of this woman, as the swaying orbs fell free from the restraining cups of the sparse suit. As soon as the air hit her nipples, they hardened from the coolness of the wet water evaporating and lengthened into the spikes of flesh that made Traci mad for them in her mouth. But she only rubbed her fingers lightly over them and pushed Heather to the bathroom. "And shampoo. No chlorine smell or you don't leave the apartment for your little evening of sin."

"Got it. Correction. Going to get it!" They both giggled and the door shut and the sound of running water came from under the door as the tub filled.

While Heather bathed, Traci went to her suitcase and pulled out the items she had in mind for Heather's evening. Actually, she had wanted to surprise Heather with them one evening at home, but she wanted her to have them now.

At long last, the bathroom door opened and Traci went into the cloud of steam. Picking up an oversized towel, she began towelling down the long, wet hair and helping her dry her back. Hard as it was, she restrained herself from touching Heather in an overt sexual way, concentrating on her hair until it was just damp.

"OK, let's brush it out and let it dry." Sitting Heather down at the vanity, she picked up a brush and began to slowly work it through the tangles and finally, the hair was free and beginning to dry. As it drying, she gently brushed it over and over and the perm began to coil the lustrous dark strands into a mass of flowing hair spilling over her other hand and arm as she guided the brush under the hair over and over to make sure it was all dry. Satisfied, she lay the brush down and Heather opened her eyes and turned and pulled Traci to her, beginning to unbutton Traci's slacks.

"Hey. Wrong lover tonight!"

"You know what that does to me. I have to have you."

"Absolutely not. You are not going to this woman smelling like my pussy. Hands off!" And she smacked Heather's still working hands away gently.

"You're being mean."

"Maybe. But Inga's not going to know what hit her tonight, if I know my Heather."

"Yes. I'm very horny. VERY horny."

"OK, on your feet. I'm going to dress you now. Over here by the floor length mirror. OK, now, close your eyes and no peeking until I tell you. OK?"

"OK. Can't I peek?"

"Close them or you get smacked."

"Oh, I like it rough. Smack me, please smack me!" Even as they teased each other, her eyes had closed and she stood, hands at her side, waiting for Traci to begin dressing her.

First Traci took a new pair of burgundy red hip hugger satin panties from a bag and proceeded to very slowly run them up and down Heather's freshly shaved, silky smooth legs, from the tops of her feet, up the calf, the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the triangular nest of heavy dark hair between her legs. This was done in front, the sides, over her ass, and finally up the tender inside of her thighs. Heather was immediately reacting to Traci's sure touch and was panting, her knees getting weak as her concentration was overwhelmed by the sensation on her skin. Finally, the panties were pressed down into the crack of her tight ass and pulled back and forth very slowly. Reaching down between Heather's legs from the front, Traci gripped the edge of the waist band and pulled the panties through her crotch gently, causing her slit to open and admit the shiny material, which glided over the now opening lips and clit with a slight sigh and whisper of the material.

Traci held the panties up to Heather's face and gently traced the material over Heather's lips and held them under her nose.

"Who is that you remind you of?" Traci whispered in her ear.

Heather's voice was shaky as she focused on an answer. "My... my pussy... your hands... Oh, god, Traci, don't do this to me. I'll never get to Inga this way."

"Yes you will. I'll make sure of it. But there's no reason you can't be really ready for her when you get there." Traci was now kneeling in front of Heather and signalled her to lift a leg, then the other, and the panties were pulled slowly up and into position, with Traci doing a continuous bit of adjusting. Finally, Heather's pussy was covered in satin, but the now puffy lips were very visible. Traci cupped her hand and slid it between Heather's thighs and held her solely by the cunt, not moving her hand.

Heather moaned and her fists clenched, the long nails biting into the skin.

Traci finally, after a full minute of this, released her and reached into the bag for the next item. A new pair of nylons, very shear, were removed from their wrapper. She guided Heather to the sofa, eyes still closed and had her sit. Picking up one foot, she rolled a stocking up and eased Heather's pointed toe in the foot and then rolled the stocking up her calf, stopping the smooth it out from the ankle up to remove wrinkles, the fabric gripping Heather's skin in a tight vice that was sensuous. Traci's hands rolled the stocking up to just below her pussy and smoothed it several times. She was careful to approach the now satin covered triangle, but stopped short just below it.

The other leg received the same treatment and she lingered over the smoothing, using every opportunity to stroke Heather's legs and inner thighs. She watched the visible signs of Heather's soaring arousal in her face and chest, her nipples were tight and erect, so erotic in their unusual length, spikes standing in the cool air of the room, inviting a hot mouth.

"Stand."

She helped Heather stand and then took a satin and shear lace teddy from the bag, the same burgundy as the panties, and guided her to step into it, one leg at a time. It slid up the nylon encased legs with a wisp of satin on nylon and then Traci pulled it up until it was above her hips. Working quickly, she guided it up and placed the shelf bra portion just under Heather's full mounds, providing a display of wanton flesh so inviting it took all her will power not to lean down and suck the turgid nipple into her mouth as she always did in their love making.

She smoothed the waist again and then pulled the crotch strap down, front and rear and snapped it closed, and gently lowered it onto Heather's fully swollen labia, careful to not let it hurt her in her aroused condition. The pressure on Heather's clit and pussy made her gasp and want to touch herself badly, but she again just clenched her fists and kept her eyes closed. It was so exciting to be dressed this way by such knowing and expert hands. She badly wanted to look and see what the outfit looked like, but she obeyed and kept her eyes closed.

Next came a matching garter belt atop her hips, and then Traci spent a long time stroking Heather's stomach, butt and legs as she attached the elastic garter snaps to the stockings. By the time the last snap was in place, Heather was shaking slightly.

Traci led her over to the full length mirror. "Open."

Heather opened her eyes and was dazzled by the erotic figure she had become, a satin vision of the female body on display, it's attributes accented in every way by the cut and silky smooth fabrics, tight here, darting there, holding out her breasts to be admired and more.

"Gosh. This is hot. Wow. Oh, thank you Traci. I love it. Is there more?"

"Well, now that I see you in the outfit, I'm not sure I'm going to let you go to Inga, I'm so hot for you myself! Yes, there's one more item." She went to her bag and pulled out a cellophane package and tore it open. From it, she took some sort of piece of jewelry and came back over to Heather. "Honey, this clips gently on the base of your nipple. Do you want me to do it or do you want to do it yourself?"

"From my nipple?" Traci held up the bangle swinging from a short silver chain, a small C clip between her fingers. "You do it. Seems you've already got me ready for it!"

Traci smiled and took the left breast firmly and then ran her fingers down until she was gripping the nipple between thumb and finger and pulled the nipple out. In a flash, she slid the clip on the base of the nipple and lowered the nipple slowly.

"OK, it's on. How does that feel? Too tight?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. I can tell it's there though. It feels... nice."

"Walk around a bit." She did and the bangle swung to and fro and occasionally bumped the bottom of her breast just below the nipple. It felt wonderful as the tugs and tingles arose from her nipple.

"That feels really, really nice."

"You are almost ready, my dear. Now, lets do your hair, makeup, jewelry, and get you into the blouse and skirt you picked out and send you on your way. If you stay here much longer, Inga will have to cry herself to sleep tonight. You'll be mine."