All Keyed Up (by invitation only)

[StarXChyld]

Lana Sweet

For months they had discussed this trip, dreaming of the day they could both escape the demands of their busy lives and just cut loose for a week or so. Today had finally arrived and Lana walked nervously through the airport terminal following the signs to the baggage claim area.

They had met online at a site that specialized in erotic writing and quickly discovered they had much more in common than just writing naughty stories. Both had married young, bore children and ditched the husband when they realized how much more they could accomplish on their own. They had recently turned forty within months of each other and decided that a trip to the Florida Keys would be the perfect way to celebrate the dawning of the best decade of their lives.

While they had never met, Lana knew exactly who she was looking for. A tall, stunning blonde with a delicate smile and a killer body. From the pictures she had seen, they could have definitely been mistaken for sisters.

She clutched her luggage tightly as she scanned the Arrivals board looking for Flight #134 from Columbus. They had coordinated their flights so they would land in Miami within a half-hour of each other. The Columbus flight had arrived a few minutes early and Lana’s heart skipped excitedly as she anxiously searched the swell of people gathering around the carousel awaiting their luggage.

While her friends from high school had gone on to college, Lana had been barefoot and pregnant twice before she'd turned 21. While her friends had been on Spring Break, she had been changing diapers and fretting over a checkbook. Now the tables were turned and her high school friends were the ones with little ones to take care of while Lana was about to get her first Spring Break. . .a few decades late, but hell, better late than never!

Her train of thought was broken by a gentle tap on the shoulder. Turning around with a dazzling smile, she chirped a giddy, "Hi!"

OOC: Uh oh! Lady Kit & Star are at it again! Ya might as well sit back and enjoy the ride, folks. I gotta feeling it could be a bumpy one! ::winx::

 

[Lady_Kit]

Lynne Bailes

Miami International was one of the busiest airports in the United States; a fact that was painfully obvious to Lynne as she fought her way through the mass of pale skinned tourists in tropical prints. One couple in particular caught her eye and she watched with amusement as they pushed through the crowds while moving to the baggage claim area. They reminded her of a gaily-colored snowplow driving through the winter streets of Columbus. Knowing when to go with the flow, she dropped into their wake and took advantage of the cleared space behind them to move to the front of the queue beside the conveyor.

Lynne still found it hard to believe she was here. This trip was something she and Lana had joked about for months; trading emails about running away from their responsibilities and having the first Spring Break of their lives. The Florida rite of passage that most women her age took for granted; part of a carefree youth was something that Lynne had never had time to enjoy. She’d gotten pregnant in high school and was changing diapers when most of her friends were still changing their minds about what they’d wear to the prom. Now, here she was, twenty some years later and about to embark on a trip that promised to be filled with fun, sun, and maybe more adventure than even she could imagine.

As she waited for her bag to come from the bowels of the airport she kept watch for a beautiful blonde whose face she knew only from photographs. Over the past year the face had become familiar from the sexy avatar that Lana used on the erotica site where they had met. There was no question that she’d recognize Lana, the image of the woman often haunted Lynnes thoughts, and fantasies.

The airport PA system announced the arrival of Lanas flight from Chicago seconds before the buzzer sounded and the bags from Lynnes flight began to appear on the carrousel. Hers was in the first batch, a sign she took as a good omen for the trip. She pulled the bag from the moving surface and pushed her way out of the crowd. A short wait and Lana should arrive to claim her own bags and they’d meet for the first time.

Butterflies, the size of small birds, fluttered in her stomach; this was it, the moment had arrived. Lynne scanned a group of newly arriving travelers. There she was! The face and body were unmistakable. A tap to the other womans shoulder claimed her attention. Lynne caught her breath as Lana turned to respond.

“Hi!”

Hi.

Her voice came out with less confidence than she liked, but she was relieved that she could still speak at all under the circumstances. Lynne swallowed, smiled and tried again.

Welcome to Spring Break. What do you say we grab your luggage and find some fun?

 

[StarXChyld]

Lana Sweet

Lana’s whole face lit up as her eyes locked on Lynne’s. She could see Lynne’s lips moving but she couldn’t hear the words, she was lost in the moment. They were really here! This was really happening!

She lifted her hands to the sides of Lynne’s face and pulled her in gently,
closing her eyes as she pressed her lips against Lynne’s for the first time.
There was nothing better than kissing another woman. . .the yielding
softness mingled with her perfume was intoxicating. . .it had always been a
secret weakness for Lana. The brush of Lynne’s lips against her own was
enough to almost send her over the edge and she could feel the warmth
flooding her panties as she stepped back and smiled at Lynne. "I’m so glad
you made it!"

A male voice called out over the hubbub of the crowded airport, "Very nice,
ladies. Very nice, indeed!"

Two young turks rushed over to grab Lynne and Lana’s luggage as Mr. Ariosto, the director of MILF productions, stepped forward slipping his arms around each of their waists as he led them through the crowds and out the door to the stretch limo idling at the curb.

Lana pulled away for a moment and pouted, "Wait! I thought you said that
we’d be driving ourselves? You said we’d have a convertible T-bird."

Lynne chimed in, crossing her arms in disapproval across her phenomenal breasts striving to jump out of her low-cut shirt. "I believe it was supposed to be a Red convertible T-bird."

The Mr. Ariosto sighed dejectedly. He was used to working with younger, more naive ladies. These two had ran circles around him since the day they’d won the contest and signed their contracts. These two had spunk, and damn! if he didn’t hate spunk!

Drawing them closer in his arms, he nuzzled their soft cheeks as he steered them straight towards the open door of the limo, “Ladies, of course you’ll have your own vehicle once we hit the open road. This little beaut’ will only serve as your chariot to the FountainBlu where you will be greeted in style.”

Lana arched a shapely eyebrow in Lynne’s direction and relented as she saw her cohort nod agreeably. She’d waited much too long for this trip to let a tiny issue of transportation defer her from finally acquainting herself with Lynne.

They slid into the plush leather interior of the car and Mr. Ariosto poured them each a glass of champagne as they settled in for the ride. Raising his glass, he smiled charmingly at both of them, “To my new stars! May this be a most satisfying coupling between MILF productions and my two tasty new stars!”

Lana was too engrossed in the lovely shadows of Lynne’s long shapely legs to formally acknowledge his words but she raised her glass nonetheless while she ran her fingertips up Lynne’s bare thigh.

Lynne tapped her champagne flute against Mr. Ariosto’s graciously and then turned to Lana and smiling seductively. Taking a long sip of the liquid gold, she held it in her mouth as she reached out and drew Lana in for a taste.

It was then that Mr. Ariosto knew he had a Box Office Hit on his hands. These girls were naturals!

 

[Lady_Kit]

Lynne

The limo began to move but Lynne was oblivious to the sensation. Her whole focus had narrowed to the soft warm body to her left on the leather seat. Mr. Ariosto had graciously allowed the women to precede into the car. Lynne had entered first; her short skirt showing a length of tanned thigh as she slid to the far side of the leather seat. Lana entered next; her movements as she settled onto the cool upholstery giving Lynne an unexpected view of full rounded breasts held hostage in a delicate lace bra. Lynne found the vision more than a little distracting and when she was handed a glass of champagne she took it automatically.

“To my new stars! May this be a most satisfying coupling between MILF productions and my two tasty new stars!”

Her hand, she noticed, shook slightly as she tapped her glass against the one held by Mr. Ariosto. But it wasn’t nerves that caused the tremble, it was the touch of Lanas fingertips on the bare skin of Lynnes upper thigh that caused the movement. She sipped the wine and though it was sweet on her tongue it was not the taste Lynne craved. For the first time in months, though, that craving could be satisfied. She held the champagne flute in her left hand and with her right she touched the soft skin of Lanas cheek. Her fingers barely brushed against cheek and jaw before moving down to curl around the swanlike neck. Lynne locked her eyes to Lanas, and slowly drew the other woman to her.

Their skin touched, and Lynne felt the tender softness of Lanas full lips. She meant to go slowly, to show some delicacy and restraint, but it was impossible. She had longed for this kiss, had fantasized about it, had even in some part of her mind planned it. Now, with Lanas body so close to her own she had no more self-control than an inexperienced teenager; the slight moan from Lana told her that the other woman seemed to feel the same urgency and that was enough to push Lynne over the edge. She increased the pressure of her mouth; her tongue pierced the delicate opening and released a pleased sigh from Lana. The wine flowed between them adding to the flavor of their kiss. Lynne reluctantly broke the contact, but instead of pulling back she let her cheek slide along Lanas until her mouth reached the other womans ear; quietly so that only Lana could hear she whispered.

Your kiss is even sweeter than I imagined. I can hardly wait to compare rest of my fantasies to reality.

“Neither can I,” came the whispered response from Lana as she pressed her cheek against Lynnes.

Lynne leaned back against the seat. Her heart pounded, her breathing was shallow and quick. She could feel the heat of her skin and knew she must be flushed from the kiss. She turned to her companion; Lana looked like Lynne felt; a little dazed and disoriented, but on Lana it looked incredibly sexy. Lynne laughed to herself as she acknowledged that on Lana sackcloth and ashes would look sexy; well dressed, the woman was as enticing as a Christmas package. Lynne couldn’t wait until it was time to unwrap the gifts.

All of this went through her mind as the limo sped toward the hotel. Mr. Ariosto began to run down their itinerary like a director planning his shoot, which of course was what he was doing. His comments were not unexpected, given that they were here as a result of the contest he had held.

“Now ladies, when we arrive at the hotel, lets get a little more of that action. It’ll look great on screen! Then we’ll get you settled in your suite, the crew will already be set-up in the bedroom. and we can start filming immediately.”

If he had hoped that his tone would prompt obedience he was mistaken. While Lynne was willing to be filmed, she was not ready to completely give up her privacy nor was she planning to expose all of her time with Lana to the scrutiny of Ariosto & his crew.

Two suites I believe it was supposed to be Mr. Ariosto. One for the filming and a second for our private use. Your starlets may enjoy the 24/7 exposure, but I assure you that we will not. I’m sure that tomorrow will be soon enough to start filming, and that will give you time to secure that red T-Bird that you promised.

The director looked at his new stars and shook his head. They were naturals, all right, and the movie was going to make him a fortune. He patted his pockets as the car stopped, checking for the antacid tablets that he knew he was going to need. They’d drive him crazy, these two, but the erection that still throbbed from just watching them kiss told him that it would be worth every second of aggravation.

 

[StarXChyld]

The kiss had left her more than a little breathless. When Lynne had finally pulled back, Lana pouted slightly. She didn’t want the moment to end. She would have happily spent her entire vacation in the backseat of the limo, liplocked to Lynne. But there were arrangements to be made and adventures to be had. She would have Lynne to herself for the next week. . .

"Now ladies, when we arrive at the hotel, lets get a little more of that action. It’ll look great on screen! Then we’ll get you settled in your suite, the crew will already be set-up in the bedroom. and we can start filming immediately."

Mr. Ariosto’s voice broke into her thoughts and she was about to nod eagerly in agreement when Lynne’s sultry voice of reason interrupted.

Two suites I believe it’s supposed to be Mr. Ariosto. One for the filming and a second for our private use. Your starlets may enjoy the 24/7 exposure, but I assure you that we will not. I’m sure that tomorrow will be soon enough to start filming, and that will give you time to secure that red T-Bird that you promised.

Lana giggled softly and buried her face into Lynne’s neck, rewarding her assertiveness with a smattering of tiny kisses. She was "out of her mind, head over heels" in lust with her new friend and couldn’t wait to get her alone. She nibbled delicately on Lynne’s earlobe and whispered, "You tell em’, darlin’!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Lana watched as the director pulled two antacids from his pant pocket and gulped them down quickly. She could also see the straining bulge in the front of his wool slacks. Encouraged with the obvious effect they were having on Mr. Ariosto, Lana slipped one slender hand under her short skirt while sliding the other up Lynne’s flat stomach to the swell of her breasts.

The weight of Lynne’s firm breast rested snugly in the palm of Lana’s hand as she caressed Lynne softly. The fingers on her other hand slipped under the elastic of her own panties. She could feel Lynne’s nipple hardening under her gentle touch and she squeezed it, drawing it out even further. Lynne’s breath was hot and fast against the back of Lana’s head as her hand slid down her backside, drawing her skirt up higher, revealing Lana’s glistening fingertips. Lana moaned softly as she traced a path down Lynne’s neck to the top of her gorgeous tits. She was dying to pop that hot tight nipple into her mouth!

"Err, ladies. . ."

The limo had stopped at the curb of the FountainBlu and while he was certainly enjoying the "preview", Mr. Ariosto felt he had to get the girls upstairs before they went much further and he lost his load right there in the backseat. "What do you say we move this little party up to your suite?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

The sharp white teeth on her earlobe were driving Lynne right to the edge of sanity, she’d already gone past propriety by letting her own hand stray to the white lace thong that rested beneath her skirt, her movements mimicing Lanas. The months of teasing were over, had certainly been worth the wait, but now that they were together, she found herslef almost painfully aroused. She’d not been with this woman for an hour and Lynne was ready to take her on the back seat of the limo and didn’t care if they filmed or not. So much for any sense of decorum.

"Err, ladies. . .What do you say we move this little party up to your suite?"

Lynne raised eyes that were heavy lidded and dark blue with desire. She smiled approvingly at the producer and reluctantly removed her hand from Lanas ass.

Excellent idea, Mr. Ariosto. We should get up to our suite and … um…freshen up. Why don’t we meet you for drinks and dinner later? Then we can discuss the rest of the trip.

Lynne felt Lana nuzzle approvingly against her throat, then move away as the door of the limo opened.

Their passage through the lobby was a blur of noise and color; the ride up in the elevator, where Lynne was pressed breast to knee against Lanas back, was sheer torture; the opening of the doors to their private suite came not a moment too soon. They stood in the small foyer, bodies close enough to touch, which they did, fingers twining together, palms touching; then sliding apart.

"Ladies, through here you have a sitting room, with a fully equipped entertainment center. Bedrooms on either side, one with a walk in shower the other with the Jacuzzi tub. The bar is fully stocked, as is the fridge. My name is William, please call upon me if there is anything else you desire.”

The handsome bellman saw that the luggage was deposited in the bedrooms. He managed to shoe the frustrated producer out the door, inclined his head, and left.

Lynne looked at Lana. She had no idea what to say now that they were alone. What was correct under these circumstances? The idea of a “correct phrase” for the first meeting of two married women who have been mind-fucking each other for months struck Lynne as funny. She giggled softly.

Lana cocked her head to one side and frowned.

“Was it something I said?”

No, I thought it was funny that I’m trying to figure out what the correct behavior is for these circumstances. For months I’ve had no hesitation in emailing the most suggestive things to you, but now that we’re here, I find myself unsure of what to do.

“What do you want to do?”

Lanas voice was soft but with a quality that made Lynnes body tighten; made her breasts tingle and her clit throb. She thought this was a woman she could be honest with, but it was best to be sure of that now. She took a chance and told Lana the truth.

I want to fulfill the fantasies. I want to taste you and touch you. I want to make you writhe and moan. I want to fuck you until we’re both exhausted.

Lynne stepped close and pushed her bare leg between Lanas; spreading the other womans legs, causing the already short skirt to rise up further. The tan wrapped skirt that Lynne wore parted easily and the two women stood joined at the pelvis, each with a tanned thigh pressed to their hot moist sex. She leaned forward, their breasts touched; the feel of Lanas hard nipples pressed against her was divine! Lynne felt Lanas arms slip around her waist and hands rest on the curve of her ass.

She touched Lanas breast. God it felt as good as it looked! The full shape was the perfect size for her hand; Lynne cupped it gently and began to tease the hardened nipple through the fabric of Lanas shirt. The heat of Lana sex seemed to increase, and Lynne knew that her own pussy was not only on fire; it was wet with desire as well.

Its your call, Lana. Hot sex or cold shower?

 

[StarXChyld]

Lana didn’t dare speak. Terrified, yet excited, she grabbed Lynne’s hand and led her towards her bedroom door. The room was cool and inviting with the shades drawn. Lana flipped on the light switch and walked to the edge of the bed, turning to gaze into Lynne’s smoldering eyes.

Silently, she began undressing Lynne. She pulled the blouse over her soft shoulders and smiled reassuringly when Lynne shivered in anticipation. Placing her hands on Lynne’s shoulders, she spun her around and lifted her flowing hair from her back, exposing the clasp of her bra. Lynne helped by scooping her hair up into her hand as Lana unhooked the lacy bra and removed it, tossing it on the bed. Leaning back into Lana’s arms, Lynne sighed blissfully. Lana’s hands slid up the flat expanse of her belly and gently cupped her breasts. She could feel Lana’s hot breath as she kissed the exposed skin of her smooth underarms. When Lana began pinching and teasing her taut little nipples, Lynne could take it no more.

She turned and pushed Lana back on the bed, driving her skirt well over her waist with her fists. Lana lifted her hips as Lynne pulled at her panties, sliding them off Lana’s incredibly long legs. Pushing her legs wide apart, Lynne crouched on the bed, a hand resting on the inside of each of Lana’s thighs. "You know how much I’ve wanted this, Lana?" The question was thick with desire.

"Yes!" Lana panted eagerly. She moaned softly, rolling her hips provocatively in Lynne’s face. "As much as I’ve wanted it! Oh God, Lynne! I can’t believe this is actually happening!"

 

[Lady_Kit]

The touch of Lanas hands on her breasts inflamed her past restraint. Still half dressed but unable to wait, Lynne pushed Lana down onto the large bed. Eagerly she tugged at delicate panties that covered the treat that she had promised herself. Lana seemed just as anxious to be rid of the tiny scrap of fabric and readily lifted her hips to help.

You know how much I’ve wanted this, Lana?

Lynnes voice was husky and the question was meant to tell Lana that she couldn’t, no wouldn’t, wait any longer.

"Yes! As much as I’ve wanted it! Oh God, Lynne! I can’t believe this is actually happening!"

Want was sharp in Lanas voice; her tone said that she too was past the point of nice quiet sex. It was all the encouragement Lynne needed. She laid down between Lanas gorgeous legs; allowing herself a moment to admire moist pink flower that spread itself before her. Her fingers stroked lovingly over the satiny thigh beneath each hand and she smiled with pleasure as Lana twitched and trembled in response.

I’ve waited so long for this moment, to have you this close, to feel your skin against my cheek, to smell the perfume of your body. God, how I’ve wanted you!

She wanted to make it last, to give Lana the pleasure that the other woman surely deserved, but it was impossible. The best Lynne could hope for was understanding for the hunger she felt. She’d make it up to Lana later with long slow sex that went on for hours, whatever the other woman wanted, but that would be later, after the first hunger had been sated. With all the restraint she could manage Lynne touched mauve tinted lips to the soft mound between Lanas thighs.

She kissed her gently, tenderly, running her lips over skin that was softer than any mans could ever hope to be. The joy of sex with another woman welled up insider her and she opened herself to the sensation. Lynne caressed the tender mound with her lips and her cheeks; she rubbed her face between the trembling thighs like a cat; even purring with pleasure as she touched for the first time the object of her desire and so many fantasies.

A whispered “yes, yes” was all she heard from Lana, but the moving hips and the hands that alternately clenched the bedding and stroked her hair conveyed more than words could say. Longing for a taste of the pussy before her Lynne let her lips part and she began to tenderly pull at the skin that covered Lanas sex. Her tongue darted in and out, leaving wet trails over the sensitive altar where she worshipped. Her teeth scrapped across the gently flushed skin, nipping and tugging as she covered each centimeter with her mouth.

“Please.” a hoarse voice whispered. She raised her eyes to watch as Lana tugged at the hard nipples atop her beautiful breasts.

Please what? Lynne asked with a wicked glint in her blue eyes.

Please taste you? Please slide my tongue into your pussy? Please suck your hard little clit until you cum?

“Yes!” Lana cried and bending her head Lynne did her best to give her friend everything she desired.

 

[StarXChyld]

Lynne’s tender touch mingled with the naughty words she spoke was almost too much for Lana. Tugging on her pert nipples and grinding her hips into the mattress, Lana moaned uncontrollably as Lynne’s probing tongue dipped into her again.

‘Oh my God, Lynne! Don’t ever stop!!"

Two fingers slid into her slick hole as her swollen clit was alternatively nibbled and lapped while Lynne showed her the fine line between pain and pleasure. As a third finger slid into her, Lana cried out in ecstasy.

"YESSssssssss! OH fuck, YES!!!"

Lana’s words were incoherent as she thrashed on the bed. Lynne knew it wouldn’t take much more to push her friend over the edge. Her lips locked tight to Lana’s throbbing clit as she sucked the juices that were flowing freely over her cheeks and chin and down her hand.

This was so much better than either could ever have dreamed.

 

[Lady_Kit]

The hot slick walls of Lanas cunt squeezed tightly around her fingers. God, the woman was hot, and wet; deliciously wet and slippery. Lynne loved the feeling of a warm moist pussy wrapped around her hand and pressing against her face. The taste of Lanas juice was divine and Lynne hungrily lapped at the flowing nectar that covered her fingers.

She began a rhythmic stroking, in and out; sucking Lanas clit like a cock, in and out, the hard smooth nub popping up and down between her lips. Lynne knew that her friend was close. Her breath came in short gasps and Lynne could see that the other woman had clenched her eyes tight, lost in pleasure. It was time for the wave to begin; Lynne curled her middle finger and began to search for the rough little spot that would mark Lanas’ “G” spot. At the first touch Lana stiffened, then gasped as the orgasm began.

Lynne used her tongue, mouth and fingers to respond to every clue Lana gave. When Lana pressed against her hand, Lynne fingered her harder. When Lana clenched hard, Lynne paused, letting the orgasm flow, then before it was quite over, she pulled her fingers from the dripping cunt and pressed her mouth to Lanas hot hole. Her tongue slid inside the clenching entrance just as Lana peaked. The taste was incredible, and the feeling! It was the most wonderful, vibrant, powerful orgasm she had ever witnessed! Her eager tongue lapped up every drop offered and greedily probed the honey pot for more. A soft laugh and a weak push was the only response from Lana, but Lynne was content to savor the moment.

She stood up and looked down at the beautiful woman on the bed. Lana looked like some pagan goddess of fertility; flushed and wanton, her eyes half closed and smoky with passion. The beautiful breasts the Lynne had dreamed of were pert and softly flushed, the nipples erect and nearly begging to be suckled. Lynne was a strong woman, but her control was fragile in the face of a woman like Lana.

She loosened the tie on her skirt and let it drop to the floor; her thong quickly followed it. On hands and knees she moved up the bed to Lanas side. When their faces were close, Lynne pressed her lips to Lanas, and let the other woman taste the sweet juice that Lynne had just enjoyed. Lynne broke the kiss and smiled down at the beautiful face of her companion.

I wanted to make certain you remember our first time together. Was I successful?