A Taste of Strawberry Ch. 01

"I had a thought," Nan said after taking a sip of her drink. "I know what you mean about wanting to go out, but I'm usually too shy to actually wear anything really sexy, even to a bar. So when I've got on something . . . um, 'scanty', I sometimes build up my courage with a few drinks and walk down the hallway, maybe to the laundry room and back. You almost never see anyone in the halls around here, so there's very little chance of actually being seen, but there is still a chance – enough to add a nice spice of danger! Why, I've even . . . well, never mind. Anyway, think about it and see if the idea appeals. We can go together, or you can go alone."

"Hey, yeah – that might be fun! So what else have you done? Don't just leave me hanging!"

Her cheeks got bright red and she took a long swallow of her drink. "Oh, maybe I'll tell you sometime, but not right now. A girl's got to have a few secrets, right?"

Remembering that Nan's last 'maybe' had turned out to be a 'yes' with a little extra touch, I decided to drop the subject for now and wait until she was ready. We chatted about her apartment for a while and I noticed our glasses were half empty. "I've been thinking about making that little foray down to the laundry room you talked about – I think it would be fun, if you're up for it."

"Any time. I guess it's kind of silly, but I always get a big kick out of it!"

We put our drinks in the refrigerator and fussed a little to be sure our hair and makeup were just right, then headed for the front door. Nan was right; just stepping out into the hallway full of doors with their little peepholes was a kick, and walking down it with my breasts moving under the soft material soon had my nipples standing at attention. The laundry room wasn't far away, but you had to walk past the stairwell door to get to it. The door to the laundry was closed, but I could see a line of light under it and hear the sounds of a dryer. "Is someone in there?" I whispered.

"No way to tell," Nan replied. "You're supposed to turn off the light when you leave, but most people don't bother. The only way to find out is to just walk in. But like I said, there's usually no one there."

I was getting caught up in the game, and my heart was beating faster as I turned the knob and pushed the door open. The odds were with us – it was empty except for a few laundry baskets. We walked over to the window and gazed out onto the parking lot and another set of apartments next door for a minute before going back out into the hall, Nan turning off the light behind her. I was about to turn right toward her apartment, when her fingers on my arm stopped me.

"I liked watching you walk earlier. If you don't mind, would you just walk down the left hall to the corner, then walk back?"

I smiled and set off, trying to get all the sway I could into my hips and rear. I peeked around the corner where the hall made its right turn and saw that it was empty, too. Turning to face Nan, I posed for a second then began my walk back to her. Seeing her eyes on my bobbing breasts brought a smile to my lips; it was really fun showing off for her! I grabbed both her hands when I got back and gave them a squeeze. "I enjoyed that! Your turn now."

"I love the way you bounce, Alyssa, you should never wear bras."

"Oh, so it's 'bounce' now instead of just 'walk'? The truth is out at last!"

"It's both, actually," she smiled and set off in the other direction. The hem of her skirt snapped from side to side as she moved. She stopped under one of the wall lights, paused, then made her hip-swaying way back towards me. Her breasts were doing a good job of bouncing, too, and it was really titillating, if you'll pardon the pun, to watch them move, especially when she got closer. The dryer shut off right then, and we both headed for the apartment door, since somebody should be coming to get their laundry pretty soon. Once inside with the door bolted behind us, she exhaled and made a production of wiping imaginary sweat off her forehead. "Dat was close," she said in a fake Jimmy Cagney voice. "Fer a minute, I thought dey had us, kid!"

"You nut," I laughed, then stepped over and gave her a hug. Once again I inhaled her perfume and time seemed to freeze. Soft as butterfly wings, her lips lightly touched my forehead and I let out a contented sigh. Moving slightly to keep my balance, my leg brushed against hers with the sensual swisssh of nylon against nylon. It all felt so good; almost too good! I needed time to think more about this. I knew I'd been teasing Nan all evening, and she'd been doing a fine job of flirtation herself, but did I really want to let this go any farther? Was I just reaching out from my hurt and loneliness to grab the first warm body that presented itself? I certainly hoped not, because I didn't want to hurt someone else the way I'd been hurt.

She seemed to be able to read me like a book; after one final squeeze she relaxed her arms and we drew slowly apart. "Nan, I . . ."

"Yes, me too, Alyssa. You were about to say you were ready for the rest of your drink, right?"

"Um, right." Looking into her eyes, I knew she didn't mean that any more than I did, but it broke the tension of the moment. I followed her into the kitchen as she got our drinks out of the fridge, then we returned to the living room. I walked over to the window and looked at the pool. "Doesn't anyone ever use that thing? It's deserted every time I look out. If I had an apartment with a pool, I'd spend every spare minute in it or lying beside it," I said as I felt her move up to stand beside me.

"I know, it doesn't get used all that much. Mostly older people here, not too many kids. There's a rumor that some people go skinny-dipping after it closes for the night and everyone's gone to bed. I doubt it's true, though – I've checked quite a few times and never saw anyone!" she said with a grin.

"You lecherous thing, you! And if you did see someone, would you go out and join them, hmmm?"

"Maybe," she said with a grin. "Would you?"

I considered that. "Maybe," I replied – two could play at that game! "I've never really thought about it before. Might be fun, though – I'm suddenly discovering a more . . . uh, 'outgoing' side to myself I didn't realize existed."

She turned with a laugh. "Outgoing, huh? I like that; as in 'Out going bouncey-bounce down the hallway'?"

"All right, dammit," I had to laugh back, "just like that! And to be honest, if that dryer hadn't stopped when it did I was thinking of taking another little hall walk topless, just to see what that felt like!"

"Oh, it feels really great, believe me!"

"Huh? You mean you've actually done it? Seriously, now?"

"Yes, cross my heart and hope to become flat-chested if I'm lying, Alyssa."

"Pretty heavy oath, girl! Guess I'll have to take that one seriously. Is that what you were referring to earlier with that intriguing 'Why, I've even . . .'?"

"Uh-huh. That and a little more."

"You never cease to amaze me. Would you be willing to do it now?"

Instead of answering, Nan set her glass on the windowsill and began unbuttoning her blouse. I thought she was just kidding until she slipped it off and walked to the door. She looked through the little peephole and silently eased open the deadbolt before cautiously opening the door and checking both ways. Before I could say anything, she stepped boldly out into the hall and took a few steps, paused to listen and look some more, then walked down to the same light as before and turned to face me. Her bare breasts looked so pale and vulnerable in the bright light, but it was an incredibly erotic sight to see her standing there. As she started to walk back towards me, I held up my hand to stop her, crossed my arms and stripped off my own top. Shaking my hair back into order, I looked down at my breasts; the areolas were all puckered up and my nipples were as hard as I've ever seen them! I looked up to see Nan with a big smile on her face, which I shakily returned. I felt like crossing my arms protectively across my breasts, but held them straight down by my sides as I watched Nan approaching like a model on a runway, her rather large nipples describing small circles as she jiggled enticingly towards me.

We held hands tightly as we looked into each others eyes. "My turn," I whispered and walked towards the wall sconce, which now appeared to be at least a hundred yards away. I can't remember feeling as alive and aware as I felt at that moment. Passing the closed doors to the other apartments, wondering what was going on behind them, expecting each one to suddenly open . . . Nan had said something earlier about 'the spice of danger' and a heady spice it had turned out to be. Suddenly I was under the bright light. I made myself turn slowly, eyes taking in every detail of my surroundings. When I was facing Nan again, I looked deeply into her eyes and raised my hands to my breasts, feeling their weight and smoothness, my nipples almost burning into my palms.

After what seemed like an hour, I started the return trip down the hall to her, shoulders back, head high and probably with a silly grin plastered on my face. We hugged without a word, only this time I went up on tiptoes and Nan must have leaned forward because our bare breasts came together and pressed deliciously against each other as she rubbed her cheek against mine. Her arms were around my shoulders and my hands caressed her bare back, pulling her even closer. I knew we should go in before someone came, but I just didn't want this moment to end. The sound of footsteps in the stairwell finally broke us apart and we tumbled through the door. They continued on up to the third floor, not even stopping on hers, but I didn't have the courage to go back out again. Until, that is, I remembered I had left my top lying in the hallway! I had to take a few steps out to reach it, and suddenly the fear was gone and the excitement was back! I took an extra minute to shake it and turn it right-side out as Nan stood framed in the doorway wearing a big smile.

Tossing my top on the back of the sofa, I returned to my drink and the window. "I was afraid you were going to put that thing back on for a minute there, Alyssa, and it would be a shame to cover up those beautiful breasts!"

"No, no, Nanette!" I grinned. "Just call me 'Topless Tanya' or something like that from now on!" It felt delightfully wicked to be standing in front of the window bare-breasted, wondering if there was someone in one of the other apartments looking at us. Glancing down, the contrast with our dressy skirts, stockings and high heels made it even more exciting. I'd never done anything like this before, never felt anything quite like this for anyone. Another contented sigh escaped my lips. How could I feel so turned on and yet so relaxed at the same time? I leaned against Nan and rested my head on her shoulder, feeling her arm slip around my waist. "That was an unbelievable experience, Nan," I sighed. "I'm so glad I met you!"

"The feeling is mutual. I'm very happy I met you, too, and that you were open minded enough to share some of my little, er, adventures."

"So how long have you been into exhibitionism? This is all really new to me, but it certainly is exciting!"

She thought for a moment, then said "Since I was a child, really. I honestly can't remember a time when I didn't want to be naked, especially in front of other people. I keep trying to suppress it, but it just keeps popping out again! And you've really never had the urge yourself?"

"Nope, not until tonight. Slow starter, I guess, but walking out in front of you without a bra, knowing how much my nipples showed through that white tank top, then out in the hall . . . and then that topless walk! I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life, Nan, seriously."

"I can tell," she said with a grin. "Those nipples of yours have been hard ever since you dropped your top out there. And watching you caress your breasts in the hall was just mind-blowing."

"I can't believe I did that in front of you, but I admit having you watching sure added an extra thrill." As I spoke, my hands seemed to move on their own, cupping my bare breasts once more and giving my aching nipples a squeeze.

Nan's green eyes seemed to smolder as she mirrored my actions. The sight of her lovely breasts moving under her hands sent a shiver up my spine and made me wonder what it would feel like to touch them myself. I thought back to our hug outside the door when our breasts had pressed together and shivered again. It was hard to believe I was having these feelings for another woman, but everything about this night was hard to believe - it was all like one big surreal, but very erotic, dream. As long as I already seemed to be dreaming, I tried to imagine what it would be like to go skinny-dipping, but watching Nan's hands moving over her breasts was proving very distracting, and my thoughts centered on her, on what she'd look like walking around the pool completely naked. The strangest feeling crept over me . . . not like being drunk, though I'd had several drinks, but a similar sensation of being outside myself looking on.

Suddenly I COULD visualize myself walking outside wearing nothing but a smile, a feeling so intense I felt a longing to go out and do it immediately! It was crazy, because normally I wouldn't even consider such a thing. I mean, I have no problem wearing sexy or revealing clothes; I enjoy it, to be honest. But going out in a public place, even if the chances of being seen were small, with absolutely nothing on was a completely foreign idea to me! "Um, I was thinking about our topless stroll. Have you ever been out in the hall, you know, completely naked?"

"Well, to tell the truth, actually I have. In fact, I have on two occasions taken my camera and tripod to the laundry room, then into the hall for a few nude pics using the self-timer."

"Really? You ARE daring, aren't you? And no one saw you?"

"Not that anyone admitted, anyway! I didn't see anyone else in the hall, but I was taking a big chance, though - that setup would have been a little hard to explain. Just opening the door and maybe taking a step or two is reasonably safe, and at this time of night even a short stroll isn't too big a risk, though there's always a chance. I'm assuming that's what's on your mind, right?"

"Uh-huh. Just standing in the hall, right in front of the door, for a few seconds. Would that be okay with you?"

The sound of the zipper on her skirt was my answer.

After a careful check through the little peephole before slowly opening the door and leaning out to check the hallway, Nan took a step out with me right behind her. Scarcely daring to break the silence by breathing, I looked up and down the corridor, then down at myself, loving the expanse of my bare, bare skin. My breasts seemed to quiver from my heartbeat and my reddish brown patch of pubic hair almost glowed in the dim light. Twisting around I slid my hand down my thigh and back up to squeeze my butt - everything felt so delicious! Nan watched me with a smile. Her hands were on her hips, breasts thrust proudly forward, a neatly trimmed triangle of black hair between her thighs and I drank in the sight of her nudity. I held out my hand and led her back into the apartment. Almost three months of depression and apathy seemed washed away, leaving me acutely aware of my body and the situation I had found myself in. My hand seemed to move between my legs of its own accord, surprising me with the heat and dampness there. I squeezed myself and began rubbing before I remembered where I was. My eyes snapped open to see Nan's sweet smile as she moved her hand between her own legs. "Sorry, I . . ."

"It's all right, 'Lyssa. I know just how you feel."

We stood there reliving our experience. "I had no idea how incredibly exciting it would be!" I said. "Thank you for showing me this, Nan!" I gave her another big hug, but something had changed; her skin felt as soft as before, her breasts against mine felt as arousing as before . . . but her full lips seemed to beckon me as she moistened them with her tongue. I tilted my head back as I felt them draw me forward, going up on my tiptoes to move closer.

"Alyssa," she whispered, "are you sure . . ." Yes, I was sure, but there was no time to tell her that, much less let her finish her sentence as my arms moved around her neck and my lips clung to hers, drinking in their softness and feeling their heat. Nan's arms tightened around my waist as she returned my kiss without reservation, with a desire and need that equaled my own. Her lips moved gently against mine as our bodies flowed together; no open mouth, no thrusting, invading tongue, just a tender sweetness that took my breath away. The soft curtain of her hair caressed my cheeks and I found myself immersed in an aura of Navy and Nancy and the night. It was like the first innocent kiss of girlhood, the magic memory of my first dance and more, all rolled into one! And far beyond teenage romance, there was the very adult sensation of a warm, desirable, naked woman in my arms; as my fingers caressed her wavy hair I felt her nipples press against my breasts. Her hands slowly moved from my waist down the swell of my hips to cup my cheeks and press my lower body against hers, the heat between her legs a match for my own.

Suddenly it was over for the moment. My head was on her chest as she stroked my hair gently, like a mother, like a friend . . . like a lover.

She led me back to the bedroom and I found myself lying face down on the crisp sheets as her hands moved over my back and hips. I was about to say something when she leaned forward and let her breasts just barely touch my skin. She moved her upper body, tracing her nipples in lazy circles across my back. It was so subtle and so sensuous my breath caught in my throat. They moved ever so slowly down to my waist as she moved her leg over my back, then lingering on my buttocks as her hands moved down my thighs, first squeezing then caressing, trailing those hard nipples as her hands reached my calves. "Your legs are so nice," Nan whispered as she leaned forward to kiss them, which pressed her breasts against the sensitive backs of my knees.

Lost in excitement, I barely noticed when she reversed position, grasped my legs and rolled me over onto my back. Looking down, I watched in fascination as she ascended my legs still grazing my skin with her breasts. Nan's mouth was at the juncture of my thighs now and I felt the warmth of her breath stirring my pubic hair. With a soft sigh, she leaned forward to kiss me there. I've heard labia referred to as 'lips' but the reality surpassed the allusion as she sweetly moved her lips over my sensitive skin, spreading my legs to allow herself freer access. My hands gripped my breasts as I lost myself in the moment, unconsciously moving my hips to increase the sensation. Her wet tongue slid over my clitoris, sending shivers through my body and my mind as it moved over my tummy to my navel. While her tongue explored, I saw Nan squeeze her breast and rub her nipple over my slit. Stretching my legs as far apart as I could, I thrust up to press it past my lips and into my vagina. Watching her face as she closed her eyes and moaned softly was enough to send me over the edge; my body spasmed as my mind struggled to comprehend that a woman was bringing me to a climax by putting her nipple inside me! Just saying the words in my mind was so arousing; Nan put her nipple into my . . . oh, Damn, Alyssa, say it! Nan put her nipple into my pussy! Another climax, like the aftershock of an earthquake, moved through my body; milder but just as devastating.