escape life...

[somefun]

As Cally pulled up at the service station, the woman was there. Though this had been her deepest wish, she was scared. She felt so see through, in her presence, afraid that she would unwittingly reveal, her desire for her. The woman stood in her usual manner, her leather booted foot, on the brick pedestal of the pump, as she filled her car. She was wearing her trade mark, tailored leather jacket and smart jeans. Cally could feel her air of absolute confidence and it filled her with an instant desire for her. She stayed in her vehicle, pretended to be looking for her purse, delaying, until the other woman went to pay for her fuel.

Cally’s mind was in a whirl, as she filled her vehicle and she stared longingly at the other woman’s red sports car. If only she had the nerve, to let her take her away from all this; the school run, the shopping, organising everyone and everything, only to fall into bed, at night, totally unsatisfied, wishing that she had something for herself or perhaps, someone for herself…She wandered to the shop, still deep in thought, to find that the woman was there, holding the shop door open for her. With no chance to compose herself, for their first meeting, she thanked her and the woman smiled, looking into Cally’s eyes. In that moment, she felt her look deeper, into her than she had dared to go herself and she also knew that she had been read...perfectly. She felt herself blush and hurried on toward the counter to pay, angry with herself for being that easy, to read. She had proceeded to be monosyllabic, with the male cashier, who’s attempts to chat her up, she usually enjoyed.

As she left the shop and walked out onto the forecourt, she remembered, with a bitter disappointment, out of all proportion to the event that she had not watched to see, as she normally did, which direction the woman had taken, when leaving the station. She continued across the forecourt, feeling sullen, angry and out of sorts with life and on reaching her vehicle, she yanked open the door, to notice a note under her wiper blade.

[Winky89]

Aw, thats sweet and sexy! Let us know the next part so we can see if there's a happy ending

[somefun]

‘Have you ever been kissed by a woman?’ It was definitely written in a woman’s hand but practical, no time was wasted on flourishes. The question felt direct, not teasing but it was strange to contemplate intimacy with this woman, now as a reality, rather than a fantasy. But Cally realised too, that what she wanted more, from this woman, was the chance of escape. Escape from the self-less, face-less, invisible life that she was walking through, barely awake, barely alive. She folded the note and like a love sick, school child, placed it in the breast pocket of her shirt, over her heart. She started the engine and began the journey home.

As the engine of the 4x4 churned, under the bonnet, Cally could see the day stretched out before her, like the road she was travelling – get home, unpack the shopping, do the ironing, collect the kids from school, feed and deliver to ballet, martial arts and music lessons, respectively. Greet and feed husband and listen to client based stories…Oh, to have someone interested in her, someone to meet her needs. Cally hardly noticed the red sports car, looming up behind her and it was only the pip of its horn that made her look in her rear view mirror. The sports cars over took her, racing up the road and then indicated and pulled into the next lay-by. Would she, could she, dare she, pull in behind her? She only had a couple of seconds to make the decision in…

[SarahGirl]

come on somefun - don't keep us waiting - too long anyway

[somefun]

As Cally applied the hand brake, she wasn’t sure what to do next. She left the engine running and waited. She felt, as she imagined people about to do a first time parachute jump, must feel. She was overwhelmed with anticipation and very aware that she could change her mind but knew that she would be filled with regret, if she did. To her relief the door of the sports car opened and she felt as though the responsibility of the decision was now taken out of her hands. She gripped the steering wheel tight and closed her eyes, as she jumped into the unknown.

Cally was aware of her vehicle door being opened and the engine being silenced. She opened her eyes, to see the woman indicating to her, to climb down. The woman took Cally’s hand and led her to the other side of the 4X4, out of the view of the traffic. There she pushed her, up against the vehicle, kissing her, passionately. Cally, having closed her eyes again, was aware of the force and the desire of the kiss and the pressure of the woman’s body against hers. She was strong and toned and this filled Cally with a desire, to give herself up to her. When she felt her pull back, Cally opened her eyes. She could feel the sexual tension between them but she knew it wouldn’t be today. No words passed between them and she watched, as the woman walked back to her sports car.

[cl]

mmm now that i find pleasurable!Ithink because kissing a straer is not something I would do....like the "slowness" of the stry....tanks for the share!

[SarahGirl]

Yes the slowness is great and the description of internal feeleings and external sensations combined - really good writing - and soooo sexy

More please

[somefun]

In the days that followed, she came to regret the incident. Not the fact that it had happened. It had been just what she had needed, someone to show her that she was still attractive. What she regretted was the fact that it left so many unanswered questions. Who was this woman that Cally craved so much? Why had she left her hanging there? She knew that a lay-by, next to a busy road, may not have been the place for physical intimacy but Cally felt that the woman could have suggested that they drive somewhere else or meet later at a different location. Instead, nothing…no contact, no notes under her wiper blade.

Today, a whole week later, she felt no different. Damn you, she thought, and for a second she felt like crying, rejection had never been her forte. She felt angry, just as she had on the filling station fore court, not knowing which way the red sports car had gone. She slammed the washing machine door and started the cycle. Grabbing a coat from behind the kitchen door, she set out for an impromptu walk. She always found that she did her best thinking on foot. She would be back by the time the washing machine had finished its cycle.

[somefun]

The fresh air filled Cally’s lungs, as she walked hard, trying to shake off her anger. She walked to the edge of the housing estate, beginning to feel a little better. Her destination was the local pub; about twenty minutes walk from her house. It was late morning and though a little early for alcohol, she thought she would stop for a coffee, before walking back. Her anger had gone, to be replaced by a frustrated longing and remembering how warm the other woman’s body had been, she was suddenly aware of how cold she was. The thin coat offered little resistance to a chill October wind. She put her hood up, pulling it close around her head and pressed her hands deep into her pockets. Cocooned in her fabric shell, she was unaware of the vehicle slowing and stopping at the kerb, beside her.

She became aware of someone walking beside her, falling into step with her. A hand reached out to stop her and as she felt the woman’s touch again, she wasn’t sure how to react. She stopped and turned, giving the woman a cold questioning look, when what she really wanted was for the woman to kiss her again, like she had before. The woman must have read something in her, because she grabbed Cally’s hand and led her into the bushes beside the path. She was about to push Cally up against a tree, when Cally found her voice. ‘Where have you been? Do you think you can just waltz in and out of my life, with a kiss her and a kiss there?! I don’t even know your name!’ She spat out the angry words and stood waiting for her reply.

‘Do you really want to know? Pin everything down and formalise it?’ As the woman spoke she was still holding Cally’s hand, gently circling Cally’s palm with her thumb. Caught between wanting to be seduced and her anger at feeling used, Cally had to work hard to keep her head and focus on the fact that she did want this knowledge. ‘Yes, I do want to know.’ But the venom had gone out of her. ‘Ok.’ Said the woman, ‘But first you need this as much as I do.’ She backed Cally up against a tree, kissing her hard and this time caressing her left breast, as she did it. As the heat rose between them, she gently forced one of her knees between Cally’s, opening her legs. She moved her hand from Cally’s breast and placed it between her legs. Cally felt such energy rise up inside her but with no where for it to go, she felt that she would explode with pent up emotions. The woman leaned into her and started to kiss the side of her neck, from her collar bone to her ear, into which she whispered, ‘My name is Jo and I badly want to bed you…'

[Nicnac]

I've only just started reading this story and I love it! SF you have a way with words, or is it the fact that this is just one of your longed fantasies - If it is I wouldn't mind playing the role of Jo for a day.

[somefun]

I've only just started reading this story and I love it! SF you have a way with words, or is it the fact that this is just one of your longed fantasies - If it is I wouldn't mind playing the role of Jo for a day.

have sent you a pm, angel

[somefun]

Jo…the name echoed through Cally’s head and then coursed through her veins, to every place where she could feel Jo touching her. What pleasure it was, to be able to think, Jo is doing this to me. Jo has her hand between my legs. Jo is gently squeezing my breast, as she kisses me. At last this woman had become tangible and Cally began to kiss her back harder, pulling Jo’s body between her legs, as she leaned against the tree. She could feel Jo beginning to move against her, riding her slowly, her toned strength, making Cally’s desire rise beyond what could be achieved, against a tree in October.

She then became aware of Jo whispering into her ear, ‘Darling, I still don’t know your name.’ Cally, opening her eyes and finding that she couldn't speak straight away, cleared her throat and whispered, ‘I’m Cally.’
‘Cally, I think we should take this somewhere else, don’t you?’ Jo smiled, looking deep into Cally’s eyes and Cally, aware that she no longer had anything to hide from this woman, returned the look. Then she remembered the children, the washing, and the evening meal to be cooked and as the real world invaded this perfect moment, once again, she knew that it wouldn’t be today.

[AnnaKay]

Mmm. Nice

[somefun]

Cally was caught in the supermarket car park, when the November storm broke. Pulling her hood up, against the cascading rain, she wrestled the back door of the 4x4 open, with one hand, whilst stopping the shopping trolley rolling down the hill, with the other hand. Throwing the shopping into the vehicle, she was just pondering abandoning the trolley in the middle of the car park, when she felt it taken out of her hand and heard Jo’s voice say, ‘I’ll put this back for you. Don’t leave without me.’ Cally stood for a moment or two, stunted as she watched Jo, wheeling the trolley. It was strange to see her involved in the domesticity of Cally’s life. She slammed the back door of the vehicle and climbed into the driver’s seat, quickly checking that everything was presentable in the vehicle. It felt almost as personal, as inviting Jo into her home.

As Jo climbed in beside her, she wanted to kiss her but knew that this wasn’t the place; she didn’t want to find that she was the next topic of gossip at the school gate. Jo, placing a hand on Cally’s knee that sent a divine shiver through her body, said, ‘I have a place that we can use. I’m keeping an eye on a friend’s property, while she is away.’ Her words hung for a second, between them. Jo reading this as hesitation took her hand away and said, ‘Look, we can take things slowly. Just let me show you where the place is.’ Cally turned and smiling at Jo, she said, ‘I haven’t gone cold on the idea, if that is what you are thinking.’ Jo, her eyes shinning, gave her a sexy smile and as Cally started the engine, she put her hand back on her knee and began to run it teasingly, towards her inner thigh.

[somefun]

As Cally lay in the afterglow, listening to Jo breathing gently, next to her, as she slept, she knew that no one could take this away from her, this feeling of being complete. She didn’t mind that Jo had fallen asleep, as soon as they had finished their exploration of each other. From the moment that they had arrived at the at the house, Jo had been so attentive, undressing her slowly, in the bedroom, speaking gently to her and encouraging her. When she had finally stood naked in front of Jo, she had felt so liberated and so ready. Jo, still fully clothed had stroked and kissed her and then taking Cally’s hand, she had lead her into the en-suite bathroom, where she filled the large bath with warm water and bubbles.

Helping Cally into the water, she had left her, soaking in the warmth, amoungst the bubbles. Returning, wrapped in a white towelling robe, she was carrying two glasses of champagne. Handing one to Cally, she had sat on the edge of the bath, gazing adoringly at her. Words didn’t seem important but every time their eyes met, Cally’s labia ached with desire. Jo, leaned over and kissed her and then taking one of her nipples in her mouth, sucked, licked and pulled on it. The champagne was rising to Cally’s head and the anticipation of what was to come was delicious, as Jo had taken Cally’s empty glass from her and then standing before her, let the towelling robe fall to the floor. The sight of Jo’s toned, naked body, combined with the warm water and the glass of champagne, made her feel that she almost couldn’t bear the wonderfulness of it all. Jo had indicated that she wanted to get into the bath and Cally had moved forward for her.

The feel of Jo’s body, this close and the movement of her hands over Cally’s skin, made her feel close to tears. Jo encouraged her to lean back until she could feel Jo’s mound against her lower back. As she lay there, slightly intoxicated, the warm water lapping around them, being held so sensitively by Jo, it felt like coming home to somewhere she knew but had neglected to call on, until she had forgotten the way. And now she cried gently, with the intensity of finding something precious that she had lost.

She felt Jo move and whisper, ‘Lets go to bed, darling…’