A Snowy Night – An Erotic Lesbian Seduction
By Rory Hitch
Published by Rory Hitch at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Rory Hitch
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Jill's hands paused over the keyboard, the freckles of her pretty face illuminated by the harsh glow of the computer screen. Running her hands through her auburn hair, she sighed in frustration. There was no other lighting in the room and at some time shortly after 1am, the only interruption in the blackness outside was provided by the increasingly numerous snowflakes dancing past her window. She had left the blinds open, hoping the snowstorm would inspire her, but writer's block had set in with a vengeance and she decided to go downstairs to make a drink.
The bright light of the kitchen was a pleasant change from the gloom of the storm, but as she tightened her dressing gown around her petite body and climbed the stairs, drink in hand, she heard a muffled bang outside. As she lived alone, she was always wary of strangers outside her home, but in such a rural location on such an unforgiving night she wasn't worried about burglars. She guessed that there had been an accident on the road which came within a hundred yards of her isolated house, and when she returned to the room where she wrote she could see a set of headlights at crazy angles, white fingers in the gloom. She waited, knowing she should try to help but reluctant to venture out on such a stormy night. This is one occasion when a man would be useful, she mused. After several relationships had ended unhappily, she had decided she could cope very well without a man and had grown used to living alone. However, there were times when she had to admit she needed one....
Paula sighed, trying to gauge the extent of the damage to her sporty two seater. It had been a big mistake to attempt the journey from the airport that night but after a holiday to remember she had been desperate to return home. Visibility had got progressively worse, to the extent that she had managed to drive into the back of a parked car. At least she had been driving slowly enough to not have hurt herself, she thought, but why someone had decided to stop in the middle of nowhere she couldn't imagine. It was incredible to think that twenty four hours ago she had been by the pool of an exclusive hotel in the Caribbean, on her hands and knees with her face buried in the pussy of a cute blonde student from Florida, whose name she couldn't quite remember now, while a wonderfully glamourous Spanish woman named Isobel had crouched behind her, eating her pussy with such expertise she had come time and time again. Isobel's number and email address was in her phone – she'd promised to fly to Spain to visit her as soon as she could. I wish I was there now, she thought, not stranded in a snowstorm in the middle of nowhere!
Paula had recently split from her girlfriend and after two weeks of tearful conversations, trying to breathe life into a relationship that had died some time ago, she had needed a break. When she saw an ad for a 'lesbian only' week at a wonderful hotel in the Caribbean in a gay magazine, she thought it would be a chance to get away on her own and maybe let her hair down. She hadn't expected it to be a succession of orgies, quickies, fumbles and threesomes!
When she arrived at the hotel and checked in, she had gone straight to her room, throwing her suitcase onto the bed and wandering onto the balcony to check out the view. The pool looked impressive, but the biggest point of interest was on the neighbouring balcony. The woman she would later know as Isobel was sat on a plastic chair, naked apart from a pair of exquisite strappy high heeled red sandals, legs wide open, head arched back in ecstasy, full mane of dark hair cascading down her back. The cause of the rapturous look on her face was obvious – there was a very petite olive skinned girl kneeling between her thighs, tiny hands resting on the top of Isobel's thighs as she lapped away at her, eyes closed but mouth open, tongue glistening with pussy juice.