That Car's a Dark Horse Vimala Moseley

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emotion, the same desire for everyone. It could happen to me. It might
be quite nice actually. If things don't work out with Claire, Gerry, I'll be
asking you to make good your offer."
"Don't be daft, Emma, I can't marry you - I'm saving myself for
someone with a 1968 Lamborghini Miura."
"I could get one of those," offered Emma.
"They cost a fortune."
"What? Even an old one?"
"There are only old ones."
"Well, if I got one anyway, could we get married?"
"If it was the '68, I'd marry you, Emma. But not if it's the '71. I do
have my standards, you know."
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Part Two
An Unholy Mess
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Can Accommodate/Travel
True to her word, Claire diligently trawled through the personal
columns of gay magazines and web sites. Responding to several
advertisements, she had then waited in eager anticipation for replies to
drop through the letterbox. Now on their first evening at the Meadows
Country Club Hotel, Claire was anxious for Emma to assess their first
reply.
"Which ad was this then?" asked Emma, taking the envelope.
"This one," Claire replied, passing her a magazine clipping.
"Committed lesbian couple, both 33, seek single female, or female
couple for adult fun. Can accommodate/travel," read Emma.
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Taking the letter from the envelope, she read it through silently before
commenting,
"Maz and Lesley, eh? I wonder what Maz is short for?"
"Madeleine. Mary," guessed Claire.
"Could be Margaret," said Emma, shuddering. "I'm game for most
things, but I'm not sleeping with anyone called Margaret. OK?"
"Whatever you say, darling," said Claire, flopping languorously on to
the bed. She leaned over to kiss her, saying,
"No Margarets, promise."
"A solicitor and a landscape gardener," continued Emma. "Any
photos?"
"No."
"Says here they live in a quiet country village - "
"Yes, I know it," interrupted Claire, "it's just off the M54."
"Well, it won't be quiet much longer. Not if we're going down there,"
said Emma.
"You agree we should go?" asked Claire.
"Sounds good to me" Emma replied enthusiastically. "Older women
have a definite appeal. I could be their toy girl. Shame there's no photo,
though."
Claire leaned across to pick up her phone.
"What are you doing?" asked Emma.
"Calling them to make arrangements. Read me the number, will you?"
Claire failed to make contact, no one was home. Instead she left a
voicemail message, suggesting that she and Emma might pay them a visit
the following Friday.
"There," said Claire, snapping shut the phone. "That's put the ball in
their court. Hopefully they will get back to us before much longer, then
we can take it from there. So Emma, what are you wearing to dinner
tonight?"
"Black strappy dress and heels."
"Stockings? Suspenders?"
Emma nodded.
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"Black."
Claire inhaled deeply as the thought of a braless Emma in cocktail
dress and black stockings circulated her body. She let the feeling build for
a time, then slid a hand up inside Emma's tee shirt, pausing to caress a
silky warm breast.
"Hey, we'll miss dinner," protested Emma.
"There's room service," Claire said huskily, fiddling one handed with
the front fastener of Emma's bra. Emma undid it for her, then pulled the
tee shirt over her head, revealing firm, rounded breasts.
"This better?" she asked.
"Mmmm," said Claire, taking a breast in her mouth and biting down
gently.
Emma groaned, pushing herself hard into Claire's mouth. She
manoeuvred carefully to sit astride Claire, her skirt up round her waist.
She leaned forward, tracing the shape of Claire's ear and lobe with her
tongue. Claire kneaded the smooth flesh inside Emma's micro briefs.
Quickly, Emma sent both briefs and skirt to join the growing pile of
clothing on the floor. By now Emma was naked, though Claire was still
lamentably overdressed. But not for long. The women combined to bring
about a speedy undressing. Claire lay full length on top of Emma, her
breasts flattening against Emma's chest. Emma lifted her face to be
kissed. She stroked Claire's back, running her hand down to her buttocks,
fingering the creamy, soft flesh. Breathing rapidly, Claire began to move
her hips.
Faster and faster Claire rocked, until stopping abruptly, she pulled
away from Emma's kisses.
Not again, thought Emma in dismay, in a sudden flashback to the
last time Claire pulled out of love making.
Supporting herself on locked forearms, Claire towered above her wet
and vulnerable lover. Emma suddenly looked very young. A saucy urchin,
Claire decided. Planning her imminent transition to womanhood, Claire's
excitement mounted. Reaching into the bedside table drawer, she
removed a maroon velvet bag. Using one hand and her teeth, she opened
the drawstring, shaking a pale blue latex vibrator on to the coverlet.
Wrapping her hand around the cool, smooth shaft, she slid the length of
Emma's torso.
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Claire switched on the vibrator, selecting a low, rumbling note, then
prepared to do what she had been dreaming of all week. Rolling the toy
across Emma's stomach, through her pubic hair, she ran the vibrator first
down and then up the inside of Emma's thigh, teasing her beyond [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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