Authors: Titania Leslee
“Damn right. See the alcove doorframe?”
She nodded.
“Great place to hang a sex swing. And the posts on the bed.
Really good for tying someone up.”
“Mm, I think you have a good point. I can see it now.” She
wandered around the room, stopped in front of a large built-in maple cabinet
and swept her hands across the dusty front. “This could be storage and display
for paddles, blindfolds, flogs, ropes and silk ties and so on. They could be
souvenirs we replenish with each guest. Yes, this will be perfect as a bondage
room.”
I clapped. “Really? You think so?”
She moved across the room, coming toward me as if she were a
lioness stalking another. Her arms slipped around my waist. She tugged me close
so our hips and pussies pressed snugly together, and instant fire lit deep in
my groin. “Yep. I think it was made to be a BDSM suite. And I think you’re
brilliant and beautiful and I think I…I think I’m falling in love with you,
Mel.”
“You think?” I kissed her, slipping my tongue past her warm,
wet lips. Traces of latte teased my taste buds. She sighed, I sighed. It felt
like coming home, being with her, being here in our new house that would become
a business venture together as well as a cozy home to build a relationship on.
Her hands moved down to my ass, cupping the mounds and
grinding my crotch to hers. I stroked the length of her spine with one hand and
filled my other hand with one of her large breasts. The nipple peaked against
the fabric of her blouse and scraped over my palm. I tweaked it and experienced
a sense of power and aggression when she moaned in response.
God, how I’d missed her. How had I gone all those weeks
without her in my life? I couldn’t contain my excitement at our future
together, at this unique idea that had been staring us right in the face ever
since we’d met.
I pulled back. “Hold on, let’s slow down. There’ll be time
for this in a bit. First I want to show you the rest of the house, and then see
what Savanah left us in the private quarters.”
“No arguments here. Can’t wait to see the rest. Let’s go.”
She trotted to the door, her heels clicking on wood.
We giggled like schoolgirls, racing from room to room.
I showed her a smaller suite toward the back of the house
that I hoped to make into The Toy Room. “But not kid toys. What I mean is to
offer a huge basket with each reservation that includes bunches of
adult
toys,” I explained with a snicker.
“
Well
, ho ho ho, Merry Christmas, Ms. Santa. Hmm,
let’s see…” Leslee pinched and stroked her chin, her eyes twinkling
beautifully. “I’d like a double-dong for Christmas, please, and a new
strap-on—one with batteries and one without—a standard six-inch vibrator, some
Ben-Wa balls, one of those remote-control clit vibes and some edible lube. Oh,
and throw in some whipped cream and massage oil, the kind that gets all warm
and tingly.”
I crossed my arms. “Mm, first I need to know… Have you been
a good girl?”
“Nope.”
“Bad girl?”
“Completely,” she replied, lifting her nose with a sniff.
I laughed and took her to the next room. “Introducing, The
Lipstick Leslee room.”
“What?” She gawked, looking around at the girlie pink
wallpaper, the white-painted, wrought-iron bed, the fancy chandelier and
feminine antique furniture.
“For butches or middles like you who want to fulfill their
girlie fantasies and try out being a femme for a day or two. I hope to fill
that armoire with a wardrobe of sexy lingerie, makeup, perfumes, stilettoes,
stockings, skimpy dresses, the whole bit.”
A slow grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I’ll admit
there’s a twisted appeal to fulfilling a fantasy like that. Like right now, I’m
crazy turned-on by me being dressed in feminine duds and you in jeans, a
football jersey and Nikes for once.”
That slow burn in my pussy warmed a few degrees. This was
all like foreplay, exploring our unique dream of a B&B together, planning
the kink of the rooms and themes for our guests…and knowing Savanah’s gift
awaited us in the private quarters downstairs.
“Me too.” I studied Leslee’s gorgeous face, her curvy body
and full breasts that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on again. My heart
fluttered and my cunt moistened in anticipation.
It was time to get the tour over with and go check out the
private suite.
“So other than the unfinished space above the garage, which
we’ll check out later, that brings me to the last room.” I took her across the
hall, but I rushed through this one, speaking fast and staying near the door as
my pussy throbbed with the need to be wrapped up in her arms and legs and
devoured by her mouth and fingers. “This I thought we could call The Butchy
Melanie room for femmes like me wanting to try out butching. I thought it could
be themed with men’s suits, mustaches, wigs, maybe some cigars and a bar
stocked with brandy and beer. Oh, and of course you gotta include some
strap-ons. Then mount a flat-screen over the fireplace with a satellite sports
package and some porno flicks. What do you think, too stereotyped?”
She chuckled and bent over, holding her stomach. Finally,
she waved a hand in front of her face and said, “Whew. No, I think it’s great.
I guess I gotta confess, it’s intriguing for me and probably for other women
who go either way, or want to try the gender flip just once. I think this
entire inn is a magnificent idea, and I think you’re one smart cookie for
thinking of it.” Her smile faded. A clock ticked somewhere down the hall while
a wintery wind moaned around the old eaves. “Not to mention hot. God I missed
you so damn much, Mel.”
“I missed you too, but that doesn’t even begin to describe
the depth of it.” I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. I loved the power it
gave me to make her sigh and nuzzle into my palm. “I’ve had a lot of time to
think on it, and I can only conclude that working with you gave me the Leslee
fix I needed on a daily basis. Even though I didn’t admit it to myself at the
time, I adored going to work and being with you every day. But being
with
you that night of the contest, and then with
out
you after we got fired…
I-I couldn’t take it. I realized what was important in my life and what wasn’t.
I want to make a go of this, Lez. I really mean it. Partners in every way—both
business and personal. What do you say? You with me?”
She yanked me into her arms and we clung to each other, our
bodies intimate, flush together. That sense of coming home filled my soul
again.
“You kidding? I’m with you all the way. Partners. Business,
and oh my god yes, personal for sure.” She gave me a big smacking kiss. “And
we’re going to start with exploring our new living quarters. We’ll check out
the space above that massive garage later. Come on, let’s go see what Savanah
left us.”
Chapter Ten
Leslee & Melanie: Coming Undone
We passed through the gourmet kitchen with its long
butcher-block island, commercial-grade, stainless-steel appliances and many
iron racks suspended from the ceiling for pots, pans and utensils, to a door in
the rear corner. As soon as Melanie turned the knob and we stepped into a
mini-foyer duplicate of the main entrance, the scent of pine needles wafted
under my nose.
I could see beyond a small kitchen into a larger room
bordered by three closed doors.
“Wow.” Melanie ran her hand along the high granite breakfast
bar as she walked into a cozy living area. It was empty except for a wide
cushioned bay window, a huge Christmas tree and a side table filled with food
trays, pizza boxes and wine bottles.
A huge banner sign was strung over the window that said,
“Congratulations!”
And beneath the tree with its twinkling, multicolored lights
and silver garland sat two presents, one wrapped in green and one in red foil
and each tied with gold bows.
“How sweet. She left us a real tree with presents in our new
home.” Melanie raced to the tree and dropped to her knees on the wood floor
like a child on Christmas Morning. I noticed the floor could use a re-stain and
refinish job. And I couldn’t wait to get started on it.
I followed her into the room where I could now see through
the bay window. There was a barn with a fenced-in stable, a garden area and a
stretch of private rolling hills and forest already laden with paths. My mind
raced with ideas. I imagined the private gardens with sex “swings” hanging from
trees, a huge hot tub to accommodate all or a few guests at once, trails with
special places set for making love, horseback riding—two to a horse only. Maybe
we would have an outdoor stage for contests and a dressing room for butch and
femme dress-up with lipstick and makeup and wigs and costumes. And of course
between the two of us with our combined restaurant and hospitality experience,
we’d have an amazing menu of homemade goodies and meals to bring patrons back
time and again. Endorphins bombarded my system. I couldn’t wait to get the inn
ready for us and for our guests.
Inviting warmth enveloped me as I moved farther into the
room. A fireplace blazed off to the right in a great nook-of-a-spot perfect for
a dinette table and two chairs. I pictured us there having breakfast or
intimate dinners together, and I imagined this space as our family room with
our own sofa and chairs and flat-screen television where we’d retire in the
evening after checking in our guests and welcoming them with local wines and
homemade cookies. Anticipation had my insides jumping with eagerness for the
simple things that would make us cohabiting partners as she’d said, and for the
sexy things that would make us lovers…
My lower belly quickened and I searched for a place to lay
her down and ravish and dominate her. Yes, the window seat would do fine. I
could just picture it now with her spread-eagled on the cushion and me crouched
between her legs, feasting on her pussy while she totally submitted to me.
“Leslee, look. One present addressed to you, one to me.”
Melanie held out the red-wrapped box.
I took it and studied the tag. It read,
To Leslee, From
Savanah and Kaydee
.
Melanie grabbed her gift and climbed up on the window seat
next to a stack of pillows and quilts. She patted the cushion on the other side
of her. “C’mon. Sit. Let’s open them together.”
I obeyed her, but I started to get this vague sense of dread
even as Melanie tore into her box, ripping ribbon and paper in just two swipes.
She popped open the plain white box, peered in and threw her head back with a
jolly laugh. “Oh. My.
Gawd
. Kaydee and Savanah are two wild chicks.”
The dread grew heavier in my gut. “What? What is it?” I
tried to peer into the box but she held it away from me.
Her grin spread wide from ear to ear. She reached in and
pulled out of the box…a strap-on complete with a vibrator switch and a tube of
lube.
“Oh my gawd is right,” I said, reaching for the wrapping
paper she’d just torn off. “Are you sure she didn’t get the tags mixed up? I
would think that one should be for me.”
She planted a fist on one hip and stuck out her tongue. “Ha
ha, you are such a stereotyper. No. This is mine.” Her eyes twinkled by the
glow of the Christmas tree lights, but mischief gave them that extra devilish
gleam. “And I’m going to use it on you right now.”
I’d just been fantasizing about dominating her—it was a
natural thought process for me. So it surprised me that her words caused a
heavy warmth to settle between my legs. I studied the fake cock she still held
dangling from her fingers by the toy’s straps.
Ah, and I imagined the long, veiny length of it glistening
with the lube and strapped around the flare of her naked hips.
And then the feel of her breasts pressed to my back and her
arms wrapped around me while she slid into me from behind…
“Hmm, and I do believe I’m going to
let
you use it on
me right now.”
She threw her arms around me and giggled. “Awesome. But
first let’s see what your present is.”
“Oh boy,” I groaned, but I pulled on the bow and ripped off
the paper almost as fast as she’d unwrapped her gift. I opened the box and
stared inside. My mouth gaped. “Uh, I don’t think I want to take it
that
far.”
“How far?” She yanked the box from my hold and dug inside.
Out came the kit of false eyelashes, eyeliner, rouge and lipstick, along with a
skimpy pink lingerie piece that amounted to nothing more than a few strings of
dental floss. Melanie’s eyes widened. “Oooh yeah, baby. Now
this
is what
I’m talkin’ about.”
I shot to my feet. “No. Mel, I can’t. Just being the passive
one is way far enough for me. I just can’t go that extra—”
“But it would turn me on like crazy.” She launched herself
into my arms and had her legs wrapped around my hips before I realized she’d
even stood. The warmth of her limbs snaked around me, the wet heat of her pussy
suffusing through her jeans and my dress pants. She kissed my neck and bit my
earlobe, making my eyes go crossed and my libido speed into overdrive. “Please,
I just want to try it…”
The pouty tone to her voice alone did me in—not to mention
the peaks of her nipples scraping my blouse, the grinding of her pussy against
my lower belly, the sweet smell of her perfume and the sexy animal groans and
moans escaping her throat as she kissed my jaw, cheeks, forehead and lips.
I clutched her to me and plopped onto the window seat with
her straddling me. Our tongues dueled like those satiny Christmas ribbons
twining together. I tasted the remnants of latte and desire heating to the
boiling point and knew I’d give in.
How could I not? She had my need for her accelerating from
ten to one hundred in a few seconds flat.
“Okay, okay.” I peeled her from me and guided her off my lap
and onto the seat next to me. I struggled to catch my breath. “Get a slice of
pizza and a glass or two of wine in me and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
“You’ll wear the lingerie then?”
I gulped. “Yes. I’ll wear the scratchy, too-femme,
nothing-to-it lingerie. For you.”
Melanie dragged the table up against the seat, snatched up
the cork-removing tool and went to work on the wine bottle. “And I’ll wear the
vibrating dildo. For you.” She added a devastating grin to that and all I could
do was laugh.
“You’re one naughty lesbian,” I said, opening the pizza box
and choosing a slice of pepperoni. I bit into it and sighed at the warm, cheesy
flavor and that sense of finally appeasing my hunger. I spoke around the wad of
crust in my mouth. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast just wondering what it was
you wanted to meet about, and now here I am eating pizza and drinking wine in a
B&B that we’re going to run together. And I have you. Can’t get any better
than that, even if I do have to play dress-up again.”
She popped the cork and poured merlot into two crystal
wineglasses Savanah had left out. “Yeah, well at least it’ll be just for the
two of us instead of performing on a stage in front of tens of thousands of
customers and television viewers.”
“So true.” I took the glass from her and gulped down a huge
swallow of wine. I knew I’d need it to dull the edges of my nerves once I put
that damn slutty lingerie on.
She opened the second box of pizza and moaned, “Mmmm, yum,
jalapeños and pineapple.”
“Sweet and spicy,” I said.
She tore a bite off and moaned again while she chewed. “Yes,
I love sweet and spicy everything.”
“Here’s to sweet and spicy. And to us.” I held up my glass.
She smiled and looked so adorable, like a chipmunk with
pizza-loaded cheeks. She clinked her glass to mine and said around the gob in
her mouth, “Ditto that.”
We each ate another slice of pizza and started on a second
glass of wine. By that time my head spun pleasantly, my libido had sped back up
and the thought of putting that skimpy garment on started a slow burn in my
pussy. I drank the second glass quicker than the first and stood with the
Christmas box in hand.
“Okay. Where’s the bathroom?” I swayed just a bit, setting
my hand on the seat to steady myself.
She shrugged. “You got me. First time I’ve ever been here,
but if I had to guess, I’d say it’s one of those three doors over there.”
“Funny,” I said, and bent to give her a long, lusty kiss.
“Whew. You sure do taste delicious.”
A gleam lit Melanie’s eyes. “No.
You’re
going to
taste delicious. I’m going to eat you up and make love to you so thoroughly,
you won’t know what fucked you.”
I laughed, loving the way her aggression sent my blood to
simmering and made my pussy soaking wet. I drank more sweet wine and eyed the
strap-on she’d left lying on the cushion next to her. “Somehow I think I
will
know what fucked me. It’s long and has straps and a vibrating mechanism that’s
going to make us both explode.”
“Ooh, now you’re talking. Now go.” She shooed me away. Her
smile faded. “I want you so bad, Lez, soo bad.”
I stroked her cheek, so smooth against my palm. “And I want
you. Forever. Always.”
“Yes,” she said with a breathless tone.
I turned and crossed to the first door, my steps slightly
weaving. “So, door number one…” I opened it, ducked my head in and did a quick
scan. “Bedroom.”
Melanie nodded and took another long draught of wine. “Our
bedroom.”
I loved the sound of that, but my excitement at getting back
into her arms kept me searching for the bathroom. I skipped the middle door and
opened the far one. “Oops. Another bedroom.”
“No, our office,” Melanie said, chomping on more pizza.
A warm glow filled my chest. Wow, she sure knew the right
words to say. I opened the middle door and said, “Looks like door number three
is the bathroom. Cute vintage one too. I’ll be right back.”
I started to close the door but Melanie stopped me.
“Hey.”
I stuck my head out. “What?”
She jutted her chin toward the box in my hand. “Put on the
lashes and makeup too. Pretty please?” she added in a sweet voice, then she
took another swig of wine.
“I…sure, whatever you say, boss.” I closed the door to the
sound of her snickers.
I kicked off my heels and slid into the pink-and-black,
silk-and-lace contraption, settling the push-up bodice in place. I checked
myself in the vanity mirror. The lace and fabric outlined my breasts but didn’t
cover them. The nipples and a good part of the meaty flesh were bared in a
triangular window while being thrust up by the bone-like support piece.
“Bodice, ha. Holy mistletoes, there’s nothing to it.” One
strip of sheer fabric stretched down my belly, connecting the top section to
the bottom—which consisted of nothing more than a small triangle over my pussy
and thin strips crossing my hips and down the crack of my ass. But I had to
admit, whether a G-string and barely there girlie bodice was my style or not, I
looked really sexy.
And knowing it would turn Melanie on made me hot and wet as
hell.
I let out a loud sigh and went to work on my face. I started
with black eyeliner, then attempted the damn lashes. They proved to be a
challenge. They stuck to everything except the rim of my eyelids, but I finally
got them to cooperate. I brushed on some blusher, and finally slathered my lips
with a thick coating of hot-pink lipstick.
I stepped back to study the entire package. “Jeez, woman,
you look like a whore.” I shrugged and slipped my high heels back on. “Might as
well go all the way.”
A laugh escaped my throat and a warm trickle of my juices
coated the narrow strip between my legs. I realized that this entire ritual was
part of the foreplay, and I knew she waited with horny anticipation for me to
emerge. I fluffed my hair, checked my teeth in the mirror for lipstick smears
and took a deep breath that rattled my chest with excited nerves.
I opened the door and stepped out, planting my feet apart
and my hands on my hips. “Lipstick Leslee at your service.”
Except for the straps crisscrossing her ass and hips, she
stood nude in front of the window next to the Christmas tree. Red, blue, gold
and green lights cast a beautiful multicolored glow across her skin. A lock of
hair tumbled over her creamy shoulder and joined the rest of the long mass when
she turned her head, glanced over her shoulder and raked her gaze up and down
my body. I swear I could feel the heat of it, as if her eyes had loving fingers
of their own.
“Mmmm, you sure do look good enough to fuck,” she said,
turning to present me with the profile of the cock jutting out from her groin.
She had her hand around it, stroking it with ease. I could hear the
slurp-slop
of the lube she’d coated it with and something wild and naughty shot through my
system and had my knees going weak.