Society Ch. 01

Chapter 1 - Meet

Never been on Eurostar before and the English landscape looks so splended from a train. But I'm getting ahead of myself, probably should begin at the beginning, as David Copperfield said.

Factual stuff: 4o year old lesbian who came out...well never really came out, just had the odd encounter with other girls. After leaving school worked in an insurance company till I was 30 then spent the next 10 years taking care of my elderly mother who passed away last year.

So I've led a somewhat quiet and uneventful life with the only personal highlights being a series of brief and rather unfullfilling relationships. Dear mumsy passed away last year but whilst I was a long term, full time carer I made a lot of friends online. Some were others like myself in the full time caring role, others being lesbians looking for some sort of contact.

Can't remember the name of the chatroom or forum where I met one of my closest acquaintances, Beatrice. She lives in Germany and the same age as me. A gal with a great sense of humour, rather flirty and slighty naughty. I found this character of Beatrice a wonderful distraction when the task of caring left me drained and weary.

Beatrice commiserated sincerely when mumsy died and I was torn between grief and a relief it was all over, for her as well as me since she was not suffering anymore. Now a year later I was beginning to get myself back on my feet, the repairs and various necessary improvements had been done to the house and Beatrice invited me over to Germany to stay.

Well naturally I jumped at the chance and it wasn't long before my new passport arrived through the door and I had booked my ticket. Bags packed and with only a slight, well maybe quite a large, expectation of a close and hopefully intimate relationship in the very near future I called a taxi for the station.

Oh this all sounds rather boring and routine, doesn't it. Suppose it is really, just trying to set the scene as a contrast to my life up until that time. I was really very excited just to be travelling and getting away from the rather confined situation I'd been in for so long. But it was the thought of spending time with someone I already knew which was reassuring as I'm quite insecure emotionally and a holiday in another country on my own seemed rather too much for me yet.

So to cut all the supplementary waffle I arrived at Beatrice' house in Mädchenhaft Strasse. She answered the door and I saw the woman in the many pictures she had sent me. So many people post overly flattering pictures of themselves online but hers were honest and I saw in front of me the exact person of whom I had become so fond. Hoping she felt the same about me and that I had been just as open with her.

Beatrice was friendship and hospitality itself, she made coffee while I relaxed in her very well appointed town house and we just chatted for a few hours until lunch. This was really two women getting to know each other face to face after so long a period of communicating online. Any subject from the weather to the price of stockings.

We lunched in a delightful bistro in town and spent the afternoon walking along the canal before dining at her fav restaurant. Coffee and soft music made the evening special and we said goodnight and each retired to our rooms. I quickly fell asleep feeling happy and refreshed in the company of a wonderful friend.

Next day was similar, spending most of the day being shown the sights and highlights of the lovely small town where she lived. Beatrice asked me to help her prepare dinner and afterward we sat down very contentedly in one of those silent but relaxed atmospheres where no one feels awkward or obliged to speak just to fill a gap.

I had just relaxed even more into that lovely floaty state when Beatrice put on some soft jazz and after a while she walked to my seat, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I loved the initiative she took and we danced slowly in a light embrace and for the first time I began to wonder if this was when things might happen.

Another intermission here, time for physical descriptions. I know that what really counts is who we are inside but a lot of attraction starts with external appearances and our bodies are the potential cause of so much pleasure.

So who first, Beatrice I think: She's forty years old, have I said that already? About 5'3" and medium build and boobs. Gorgeous silver grey hair and a delightful wiggle when she wants to tease. Added to this a wicked smile and a very naughty streak underneath.

As for me, a bit taller at 5'6" and definitely a curvy figure with full boobs and hips. Not fat, I've always exercised, but certainly tending toward the more well endowed end of the spectrum. As for personality I'm basically demure and my innocent face looks out from under brown shoulder length hair.

Oh yes, so back to the smoochies. We slowly moved round the room, holding each other lightly. The first kiss was natural, two people who are obviously attracted showing affection and it just carried on from there.

We made our way to the bedroom and explored each others bodies, with breaks for the toilet and to change the music, some more drinks and snacks. I was laying on my back and Beatrice slowly ran her fingers over my body till she reached my nipples, which are incredibly sensitive and the center of my sensuality. My sharp intake of breath made her smile and I'm sure she made a mental note of that particular area.

Beatrice was generally a very sensual woman who enjoyed any contact and responded passionately to whatever I did. Some accounts of sexual encounters involve multiple orgasms and climaxes seemingly lasting hours. My own experience is that reality is not quite like that unfortunately and we brought each other off gently before falling asleep in each other's arms. Sounds corny I know but that's how it happened.

The next few days passed in a similar pattern, enjoying our time together, sharing the cooking and going to the gym most days before our afternoon walk through the various town parks or in the surrounding woods.

What changed gradually was our lovemaking, although it was hardly noticeable as it was so gradual. Beatrice had an assertive streak, which I loved and responded to. She always took the lead and delighted in my little girly squeaks when she played tease and orgasm delay.

Making me suck her fingers after they had been inside me was a turn on for both of us and then there was the small butt plug she produced one evening. Beatrice made me kiss it before covering it with lube and slowly pushing it inside me. Somehow it enhance my submissiveness and was definitely a sign of the roles we each played.

The strapon she used on me was very satisfying for both of us and I felt myself developing stronger feelings for her, looking up into her eyes as she slowly slid it in and out. It was only really mild bondage when she tied me to the bed with silk scarves, I could have released myself if I had wanted to, I just didn't want to. Especially when she used the feather duster to slowly caress me from head to toe, in between nipple flicking which drove me wild.

Beatrice liked the opposite approach and fortunately I had taken a course in touch therapy while caring for mumsy. Starting with her feet I used stimulating essential oils, peppermint for instance, and an olive oil mix chilled in ice cubes. Amazing after a long walk.

For the whole body, warmth is needed. Best to not use more than three essential oils at a time but a mixture of Lavender, Ylang Ylang and Jasmin is very relaxing. The room usually requires supplementary heating and a good full body massage should take at least an hour. Centering the person by placing one hand on their tummy and the other on their forehead is a perfect way to end the session but Beatrice loved me to bring her to a long but gentle climax by going down on her while slowly stroking her nipples. Requires a bit on manouvering to reach round but quite possible once you get the hang of it. A bit technical but when the masage is over best to cover the receiver with a clean towel and let them rest for five minutes then give them a cool glass of water to drink to cleanse the system.

I'm describing this to illustrate how I felt our relationship was developing. Very gentle and caring and tender. Even after a week I knew I could fall in love with Beatrice, then she excused herself one evening: 'I have a date with another girlfriend Wendy, so please don't wait up as I probably won't be back till late, if at all.'

A date, with another girlfriend? She saw the obviously shocked expression on my face: 'You're not jealous Wendy, are you?' I must have blushed a frightful color of red: 'No Beatrice, of course not. I'm not the jealous type' I lied as all I felt inside was jealousy, envy and betrayal.

That night I fell asleep crying and thinking of her with another woman. Good to her word Beatrice did not return till the next morning. It was obvious what I had been doing and she could see my upset: 'You are jealous Wendy, you really did mind me seeing someone else.'

The tears started to flow and she comforted me with genuine affection: 'Please don't be upset darling, I like you very much and I know you like me too. But I have many different relationships and I'm not the type of girl to have just one other woman in my life.'

I nodded and said I was trying to understand, when I couldn't and felt only hurt. 'I know what might help, would you like to meet her?' asked Beatrice to my surprise. Why would I want to meet the girl who was stealing my lover's affection?

'Perhaps there's a way round this, and we can turn disappointment into something positive' suggested Beatrice although I really didn't want to hear any 'suggestions' at the moment. 'I'll call Tina and she can join us for dinner tonight.'

My heart sank even further but I realised I was a guest in Beatrice' house and I had to go along with her when she called the shots. The rest of the day was rather awkward but we followed our usual pattern and went to the gym, had lunch then a walk through one of the parks. The holding hands thing was noticeably absent though.

Tina came round during the afternoon as I was in the kitchen preparing the vegetables. I could see why Beatrice liked her, Tina was the same height as me only with a slimmer figure but full boobs, quite gorgeous actually. She said hello and disarmed me with a smile and even more with a hug and a kiss.

We sat down in the lounge and Tina began the conversation: 'Beatrice has told me Wendy that you are hurt and upset because she is seeing me and we are in a sexual relationship.' I winced at the phrase sexual relationship but it certainly laid it out clearly for me. 'Please understand we have known each other for many years and enjoyed each other's company in the same way you two are doing now.'

My stonefaced expression obviously told her how I felt about the whole situation. Tina continued nevertheless: 'My experience is that the way to overcome hurt and envy especially in a situation like this is to go all the way and utilise the inherent character of the one who feels upset.'

I had no idea what she was talking about and Tina seemed in no hurry to explain herself further. We prepared and ate dinner and cleared the dishes away, Tina and Beatrice chatting quite normally while I was playing the grumpy gooseberry.

Bringing in the after dinner drinks I found them both on the couch and kissing each other. As I turned to leave Beatrice called me back: 'No Wendy, don't go. This is what Tina means when she refers to as going all the way. Please stay.'

I sat down as there was nothing else I could do. Tina whispered in Beatrice' ear and they continued kissing and began to caress each other. My jealousy increased to the point where I was crying inside but there was no other option but to endure this torture and humiliation.

Tina removed Beatrice' blouse and bra and began to stroke and kiss her breasts and nipples. This reminded me of the past week we had spent together but also aroused an erotic response in me. Beatrice did the same and I emitted an audible moan when Beatrice began to play with Tina's large boobs.

They must have heard me but gave no sign as they simply carried on with their very sensuous and tantalising love play. I sat and watched in fascination and a combination of jealousy and arousal as, now both completely naked, they stimulated and pleasured each other.

Having no realisation my hands were on my breasts and stroking my own nipples, I went even further and one hand moved between legs and under my skirt. It was only when I began feeling my pussy did my breathing become so heavy they turned and looked at me.

I quickly moved my hands away in shame and could not even meet their gaze, having been obviously aroused at the sight of my girlfriend with another lover. 'I knew we would turn you on Wendy' explained Beatrice as Tina leant back on the bed and admired the sight of me abusing myself.

They again had a whispered conversation and this time it was Tina who came over and spoke to me. I listened silently as her large breasts swung in front of my face, which I think was deliberate to turn me on even more, and it certainly was working: 'Take off your clothes Wendy.' That was it, just a simple instruction.

At last I was going to be able to join them, but when I was naked Tina delivered the punchline: 'You can watch us Wendy but you can't join in. You are allowed to play with yourself but you are not allowed to cum.'

There was no discussion about it, Tina simply explained her instructions and returned to Beatrice on the couch. I sat and stared as they continued to make love to each other and to my increasing shame I stroked my nipples and aroused myself to the point where I knew if I even touched my pussy I would have an immediate climax. Strangely I was following Tina's instructions without question.

They brought each other to a climax then turned to me: 'You've been a good girl Wendy, now go to your room and masturbate.' Beatrice had that wickedly naughty expression on her face but I was so desperately aroused I rushed to the bedroom where I had only spent one night and threw myself on to the bed where my hands went immediately to work.

My climax was so intense I screamed and I knew they must have heard it in the lounge. Laying on my bed I recovered and realised I no longer felt jealous or upset. Just humiliated, ashamed but also still very aroused. Was this the way to deal with negative feelings like envy?

I replayed the events I had just witnessed and involuntarily I played with my nipples again then turned my attention once more between my legs. For the first time in my life I had a second orgasm. Feelings of confusion and uncertainty filled me and I drifted off to sleep soon after.

The morning brought an almost perverse normality to the house. All three of us had breakfast together and chatted about mudane things. We took turns in showering and Tina gave me a long and tender kiss before leaving: 'It was wonderful meeting you Wendy, I know we'll see each other again soon.' I wanted so badly to get my hands on those boobs of hers but that was obviously not going to be the case this time around.

Beatrice sat down with me on the couch: 'You still feel jealous Wendy?' I could feel myself flushing but replied honestly that I didn't. 'How do you feel?' she asked.

Hwo did I feel? Good question. I thought for a while before answering: 'Different. Humiliated but in a strangely excited way. Ashamed but somehow likeing it. And sexy, very sexy.'

My host and (former/ex?) lover smiled: 'That's what I expected Wendy. And I'm glad. You're a sexual submissive, just as Tina and I are mildly dominant.' (Mildly!)

'So what happens now?' I asked. Beatrice smiled: ' Our relationship continues, if you like, and I would certainly not want it to stop. Just in a somewhat different form.'

My confusion must have shown on my face: 'What form?' I asked.

That wickedly naughty expression came over her face again. She said nothing for a while: 'You'll see.'