I really need to stop doing these journal entries at work ... I can't believe I get so horny reliving these experiences. I hope it does the same for you, dear readers:
XXX
Q.
Kim - Part I
I met Kim when I was 15 and worked part-time at a photography store. She was 19, fresh out of technical school and wanted a job in photography. At the time, there were three lesbians working in the same store, and more than a dozen district-wide. It was sort of a known thing that we were all dykes--our district was referred to as the "Lavender District," but since this was the early 90s, we were still pretty circumspect about our sexuality while on the job when the managers weren't gay. Kim was painfully straight (although heterosexually promiscuous) and clueless about our sexual orientation at the beginning, but like I, she was fearless and we hit it off almost immediately. More importantly, she had a car.
Kim and I would often close the store together and she eventually started driving me home, since she and I lived in relatively close proximity to the mall in which we worked and one another. Before long, we were no longer driving straight home, but inventing all sorts of adventures to partake in. One of our first involved sneaking into the town's only Japanese bar & restaurant and ordering pina coladas and being successfully served.
Often, our adventures would involve some sort of kleptomania ... one time we terrorized a trailer park and stole, amongst other things, a plastic poinsettia, 12 reflector posts, and a gazing ball...sometimes we'd carouse the mall after it closed and stole whatever we could reach through the security gates of each store as well as a life-sized decorative reindeer from a Christmas display (which we placed in a co-workers front yard in the wee hours of the night and her family awoke and feared that a real deer had been frozen to death under the morning's snowfall). Sometimes, we even tried to use our powers for good, instead of evil and would cruise the highways in her 84 Ford Escort Wagon and try to "rescue" stranded motorists. Some guy drove 2 miles on a flat tire just to escape our assistance.
About six weeks into our friendship, Kim confided that she heard rumors that two of our colleagues, were "you know, G-A-Y." I looked her straight in the eye, hoping my next admission would not mean the end of our friendship, and said that the rumours she heard were not only true, but that I was gay as well. She was immediately taken aback, sat silent for a moment, and replied "oh, okay." And we went about our next mission.
Eventually, the cold early spring months gave way to warmer days and soon it was summer and Kim and I took to sneaking into a local day camp where I had worked as a counselor to swim in their lake. It began innocuously enough, she and I swimming around in murky moonlit water, racing one another to the floats and back to shore. As I treaded water mid-lake, I heard her swim up behind me and felt her hands brush my bathing suit straps off my shoulders as they moved down and cupped my breasts. Not sure how to react, I playfully turned around and splashed her, putting the water between us. I spoke not a word of that incident and she did not bring it up. I hoped that she had gotten the hint that I wasn't interested in being her lesbian guinea pig ... not only did I have one steady girlfriend at the time, but I had two (they conveniently went to separate high schools) and wasn't interested in acquiring another one.
Kim and I grew exceedingly close. She was the first friend I had that farted in front of me, peed in front of me, and discussed their sex life openly with me. One night, she invited me to sleep over, as our escapades took us often into the early morning hours, and I obliged. She had a queen-sized bed that I was to share with her that night. As we lay in bed, I on my stomach and chatted in the dark, I became aware of her moving towards me. Next thing I knew, she was laying on top of me, her breasts pressing into my back, and her hands groping under me towards my breasts. "Kim," I breathed, "this can't happen. We're friends." She rolled off ofme and back to her side of the bed. She didn't say a word more that night, but her silence told me she was hurt.
That summer was a hot one and Kim and my newest adventures involved sneaking into the pools owned by local hotels. There were only two hotels in town with the luxury of indoor pools -- the Hilton and the Ramada Inn -- and although I favored the latter for its deeper pool, Kim enjoyed the Hilton with its jaccuzzi, saunas, and showers. The Hilton was also close to Kim's house and provided big fluffy gray towels for our use (a couple of which I still own). I turned 16 that summer, and although I quickly got my driver's license, I didn't have a car, so Kim was still my main source of transportation. She'd pick me up and we'd brazenly walk into the Hilton's plush lobby and up to the 10th floor, where we changed into our swimsuits, stowed our stuff in the lockers and proceeded up the stairs to the pools.
Often, we were the only ones using the pool since the Hilton was frequented by travelers on business with little time to take advantage of the amenities. We'd swim in the cool waters of the kidney-shaped pool and then relax in the warmth of the hot tub before retreating to the women's sauna. We thought it odd that the Hilton even had a locker room with showers, since guests could easily return to their rooms, but quickly learned that the Hilton also sold memberships to its pool and fitness center, so the locker room was there for the convenience of its members (of which there were relatively few).
One evening, as Kim and I lay naked in the sauna, she left the steamy confines to purchase a drink from the Veryfine vending machine located in the locker room. She returned with a can of grapefruit juice and offered me a sip. Before I could accept or decline, she poured the icy juice between my breasts and it rolled swiftly down my torso to my pussy. The cold juice felt delicious on my sauna sweaty skin and made me delirious enough with pleasure as to not object as Kim lowered her tongue first to my cleavage, and followed the juice's path to my pussy. I did not protest. Although she had never licked pussy before, apparently she had learned a few tricks from the many fumbling high school boys that had knelt between her thighs. She lapped my cunt with wide, strong strokes and as quickly as she started, she stopped. Neither of us processed this incident, but it indeed opened our friendship up to a new realm of possibilities.
Our trips to the Hilton continued, but they took on a new, perverse bent. She and I would push the envelope and swim with the tops of our bathing suits pushed down, so our breasts floated free in the cool water, well-aware that anyone could walk in at any time. But the real action occurred in the jaccuzzi.
Sometimes there would be an occasional male hotel guest relaxing in the jaccuzzi, and Kim and I soon began to perform for the pleasure of the guests. We never discussed or rehearsed our "performances," but she and I were connected in some odd sexually charged way. At first, it began with our bathing suits pushed down to our waists, our breasts concealed by the bubbling waters. If a male guest joined us in the warm tub, Kim and I would test the waters by showing an occasional glimpse of a nipple and gauging our guest's reaction. Getting the green light, Kim would move closer, pull the crotch of my swimsuit aside, and finger fuck my pussy under the cover of the water. We knew that although our guest couldn't see for sure what was going on under the water, my grimaces of pleasure and the solid pumping of her arm were dead giveaways. We would check our quest's reaction again. If it was still green, we would continue our brazen sexual antics. Sometimes I would rise up out of the water, with my back to the guest, bathing suit still pushed down, and straddle Kim's lap, facing her. We seldom kissed, but I would nuzzle her neck, her fingers still deeply entrenched in my cunt.
Occasionally, an overexcited guest would join in. I had my breasts fondled and sucked by complete strangers. Some would just masturbate and shoot their respective loads into the water as Kim fucked me. On one particular evening, Kim began our show in private, by positioning my ass over one of the jets. A forceful stream of water invaded my ass, giving me my first ever enema. I made a beeline down to the locker room to empty my overflowing bowels and returned back to the jaccuzzi to find that Kim had been joined by a man in his 50s (most were well into their late 40s or beyond).
We began our show as usual, but Kim had added a new twist. She pulled off my suit completely and had me kneel on one of the seats, bending over the edge of the tub. I was a little nervous, not being able to see what was coming next. Kim finger fucked me furiously from behind and I felt as though my cunt was positively gaping from her forceful strokes. She slapped my ass with her free hand and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her motion for the man watching us to come closer. I sort of froze because I had never been fucked and as an avowed lesbian, had no plans on being fucked by a man. I craned my head around and to my relief, I saw that he had his erect cock in his right hand and he was stroking it. I felt his left hand caress my ass, and felt his finger slide down my crack until it rested above my asshole. Up to this point, my masturbation routine included anal play, but I don't think I had ever engaged in any type of ass-fucking with another person. But I was excited at the prospect.
Kim slowed her finger-fucking of my pussy to allow the man to wiggle the tip of his finger into my semi-virgin ass as she held my ass cheeks apart with her other hand. I let out a little grunt and spread my knees apart a little wider, and bearing down on my sphincter, I felt my asshole relax enough for his finger to slide in. He started slowly pumping in and out of my asshole, and Kim resumed her pace, two fingers working my cunt. She fucked me so furiously that my breasts slapped against the astroturf lining the surface around the jaccuzzi and I felt so slutty, so full, and so satiated. I felt the finger in my ass slow and then stop as he picked up the pace jerking off his cock and with a loud groan he shot his jizz all over my thigh. I let it run down my leg into the water as Kim filled the hole just vacated with one of her free fingers.
In a loud whisper, she told me what a hot little slut I'd been and her dirty talk sent me over the edge and I came strongly, my cunt muscles forcing her fingers out of my cunt. Breathless, I winced as she slid her finger out of my now sore asshole and when I caught my breath I turned around to find the strange man gone and Kim smiling. We kissed then for the first time ever.
XXX
Q.
Kim - Part I
I met Kim when I was 15 and worked part-time at a photography store. She was 19, fresh out of technical school and wanted a job in photography. At the time, there were three lesbians working in the same store, and more than a dozen district-wide. It was sort of a known thing that we were all dykes--our district was referred to as the "Lavender District," but since this was the early 90s, we were still pretty circumspect about our sexuality while on the job when the managers weren't gay. Kim was painfully straight (although heterosexually promiscuous) and clueless about our sexual orientation at the beginning, but like I, she was fearless and we hit it off almost immediately. More importantly, she had a car.
Kim and I would often close the store together and she eventually started driving me home, since she and I lived in relatively close proximity to the mall in which we worked and one another. Before long, we were no longer driving straight home, but inventing all sorts of adventures to partake in. One of our first involved sneaking into the town's only Japanese bar & restaurant and ordering pina coladas and being successfully served.
Often, our adventures would involve some sort of kleptomania ... one time we terrorized a trailer park and stole, amongst other things, a plastic poinsettia, 12 reflector posts, and a gazing ball...sometimes we'd carouse the mall after it closed and stole whatever we could reach through the security gates of each store as well as a life-sized decorative reindeer from a Christmas display (which we placed in a co-workers front yard in the wee hours of the night and her family awoke and feared that a real deer had been frozen to death under the morning's snowfall). Sometimes, we even tried to use our powers for good, instead of evil and would cruise the highways in her 84 Ford Escort Wagon and try to "rescue" stranded motorists. Some guy drove 2 miles on a flat tire just to escape our assistance.
About six weeks into our friendship, Kim confided that she heard rumors that two of our colleagues, were "you know, G-A-Y." I looked her straight in the eye, hoping my next admission would not mean the end of our friendship, and said that the rumours she heard were not only true, but that I was gay as well. She was immediately taken aback, sat silent for a moment, and replied "oh, okay." And we went about our next mission.
Eventually, the cold early spring months gave way to warmer days and soon it was summer and Kim and I took to sneaking into a local day camp where I had worked as a counselor to swim in their lake. It began innocuously enough, she and I swimming around in murky moonlit water, racing one another to the floats and back to shore. As I treaded water mid-lake, I heard her swim up behind me and felt her hands brush my bathing suit straps off my shoulders as they moved down and cupped my breasts. Not sure how to react, I playfully turned around and splashed her, putting the water between us. I spoke not a word of that incident and she did not bring it up. I hoped that she had gotten the hint that I wasn't interested in being her lesbian guinea pig ... not only did I have one steady girlfriend at the time, but I had two (they conveniently went to separate high schools) and wasn't interested in acquiring another one.
Kim and I grew exceedingly close. She was the first friend I had that farted in front of me, peed in front of me, and discussed their sex life openly with me. One night, she invited me to sleep over, as our escapades took us often into the early morning hours, and I obliged. She had a queen-sized bed that I was to share with her that night. As we lay in bed, I on my stomach and chatted in the dark, I became aware of her moving towards me. Next thing I knew, she was laying on top of me, her breasts pressing into my back, and her hands groping under me towards my breasts. "Kim," I breathed, "this can't happen. We're friends." She rolled off ofme and back to her side of the bed. She didn't say a word more that night, but her silence told me she was hurt.
That summer was a hot one and Kim and my newest adventures involved sneaking into the pools owned by local hotels. There were only two hotels in town with the luxury of indoor pools -- the Hilton and the Ramada Inn -- and although I favored the latter for its deeper pool, Kim enjoyed the Hilton with its jaccuzzi, saunas, and showers. The Hilton was also close to Kim's house and provided big fluffy gray towels for our use (a couple of which I still own). I turned 16 that summer, and although I quickly got my driver's license, I didn't have a car, so Kim was still my main source of transportation. She'd pick me up and we'd brazenly walk into the Hilton's plush lobby and up to the 10th floor, where we changed into our swimsuits, stowed our stuff in the lockers and proceeded up the stairs to the pools.
Often, we were the only ones using the pool since the Hilton was frequented by travelers on business with little time to take advantage of the amenities. We'd swim in the cool waters of the kidney-shaped pool and then relax in the warmth of the hot tub before retreating to the women's sauna. We thought it odd that the Hilton even had a locker room with showers, since guests could easily return to their rooms, but quickly learned that the Hilton also sold memberships to its pool and fitness center, so the locker room was there for the convenience of its members (of which there were relatively few).
One evening, as Kim and I lay naked in the sauna, she left the steamy confines to purchase a drink from the Veryfine vending machine located in the locker room. She returned with a can of grapefruit juice and offered me a sip. Before I could accept or decline, she poured the icy juice between my breasts and it rolled swiftly down my torso to my pussy. The cold juice felt delicious on my sauna sweaty skin and made me delirious enough with pleasure as to not object as Kim lowered her tongue first to my cleavage, and followed the juice's path to my pussy. I did not protest. Although she had never licked pussy before, apparently she had learned a few tricks from the many fumbling high school boys that had knelt between her thighs. She lapped my cunt with wide, strong strokes and as quickly as she started, she stopped. Neither of us processed this incident, but it indeed opened our friendship up to a new realm of possibilities.
Our trips to the Hilton continued, but they took on a new, perverse bent. She and I would push the envelope and swim with the tops of our bathing suits pushed down, so our breasts floated free in the cool water, well-aware that anyone could walk in at any time. But the real action occurred in the jaccuzzi.
Sometimes there would be an occasional male hotel guest relaxing in the jaccuzzi, and Kim and I soon began to perform for the pleasure of the guests. We never discussed or rehearsed our "performances," but she and I were connected in some odd sexually charged way. At first, it began with our bathing suits pushed down to our waists, our breasts concealed by the bubbling waters. If a male guest joined us in the warm tub, Kim and I would test the waters by showing an occasional glimpse of a nipple and gauging our guest's reaction. Getting the green light, Kim would move closer, pull the crotch of my swimsuit aside, and finger fuck my pussy under the cover of the water. We knew that although our guest couldn't see for sure what was going on under the water, my grimaces of pleasure and the solid pumping of her arm were dead giveaways. We would check our quest's reaction again. If it was still green, we would continue our brazen sexual antics. Sometimes I would rise up out of the water, with my back to the guest, bathing suit still pushed down, and straddle Kim's lap, facing her. We seldom kissed, but I would nuzzle her neck, her fingers still deeply entrenched in my cunt.
Occasionally, an overexcited guest would join in. I had my breasts fondled and sucked by complete strangers. Some would just masturbate and shoot their respective loads into the water as Kim fucked me. On one particular evening, Kim began our show in private, by positioning my ass over one of the jets. A forceful stream of water invaded my ass, giving me my first ever enema. I made a beeline down to the locker room to empty my overflowing bowels and returned back to the jaccuzzi to find that Kim had been joined by a man in his 50s (most were well into their late 40s or beyond).
We began our show as usual, but Kim had added a new twist. She pulled off my suit completely and had me kneel on one of the seats, bending over the edge of the tub. I was a little nervous, not being able to see what was coming next. Kim finger fucked me furiously from behind and I felt as though my cunt was positively gaping from her forceful strokes. She slapped my ass with her free hand and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her motion for the man watching us to come closer. I sort of froze because I had never been fucked and as an avowed lesbian, had no plans on being fucked by a man. I craned my head around and to my relief, I saw that he had his erect cock in his right hand and he was stroking it. I felt his left hand caress my ass, and felt his finger slide down my crack until it rested above my asshole. Up to this point, my masturbation routine included anal play, but I don't think I had ever engaged in any type of ass-fucking with another person. But I was excited at the prospect.
Kim slowed her finger-fucking of my pussy to allow the man to wiggle the tip of his finger into my semi-virgin ass as she held my ass cheeks apart with her other hand. I let out a little grunt and spread my knees apart a little wider, and bearing down on my sphincter, I felt my asshole relax enough for his finger to slide in. He started slowly pumping in and out of my asshole, and Kim resumed her pace, two fingers working my cunt. She fucked me so furiously that my breasts slapped against the astroturf lining the surface around the jaccuzzi and I felt so slutty, so full, and so satiated. I felt the finger in my ass slow and then stop as he picked up the pace jerking off his cock and with a loud groan he shot his jizz all over my thigh. I let it run down my leg into the water as Kim filled the hole just vacated with one of her free fingers.
In a loud whisper, she told me what a hot little slut I'd been and her dirty talk sent me over the edge and I came strongly, my cunt muscles forcing her fingers out of my cunt. Breathless, I winced as she slid her finger out of my now sore asshole and when I caught my breath I turned around to find the strange man gone and Kim smiling. We kissed then for the first time ever.
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
slebnak:
I'm glad I found your journal...will be a regular stop from now on.
krim:
wow. I swear they get better everyday. You are truely a gifted writer. I'm impressed. Your memory too. Amazing 