An Elegant Seduction Pt. 06

"How long have they been together?"

"Not long, three months but I've never trusted her, she's sneaky. Tries to make out she's all so fucking innocent but then she'd compliment me on my clothes or hair in front of mum. She never did that in private because she knew I'd go straight to mum and grass her up."

"She sounds like a gold digger."

"You got that right," she turned away and started walking towards the front door, "mum's had a lot of them, lovers who just want her for her money or her body, sometimes both. The more I look at mum the more I think I just want to be alone but then I get lonely and wind up with some arsehole with half a brain and an erection."

There was a lot came over the next couple of hours. Mostly about her own love life and without grassing her up, she'd had a few failed relationships. The average time was six weeks.

"After that I feel claustrophobic, it's like I can't breathe."

I probed deeper and encountered the celebrity culture. It's a cancer that encircles the world, the lure of fame and fortune, the obsession with celebrities and the desire to get up close and personal with them. I understood that part. Petra is worth a bit of money, although it's a fraction of what Fatima is worth and a damn sight more than what I'm worth.

"I'm the sole beneficiary of her estate, and I've never told any guy that but it's obvious. I'm her only child and I get a lot of guys saying, 'your mum must be filthy rich' and it sends me into a panic. If I hear one more man say that I swear I'll fucking scream."

Her naked exposure left me feeling naked as well. I felt quite small when faced with her conundrum, for with that amount of money, who would you trust? Money buys loyalty but as the Beatles sang, it can't buy you love.

The well ran dry sometime after 2:30 and she decided to lie down on the couch and take a nap, I sat for a while just playing with my laptop but after a while I went to the bedroom and set the computer on a nearby chair and just watched one of my You Tube playlists. I must have fallen asleep around 4:00 o'clock, because it was dark when I woke with a start to find Petra kneeling on the bed. She was rubbing her legs nervously and I propped on my elbow and stared at the only source of illumination, my laptop. It showed 18:00 hours.

"What's wrong?"

"Mum's gone to London," she kept rubbing her legs.

"What the fuck?"

"She'll be back in the morning. She left the car at the airport and hopped on a flight to London."

"She's gone to see Anke?"

"That's what she said when she called me from London," Petra nodded.

"So we're on our own for the night," I sat up and sliding off the bed, reduced the browser but left the laptop on. Petra pulled off her boots and shifted further onto the bed but stayed kneeling as I sat on the bed and put my back to the wall.

"You don't mind?"

"No, nothing but sheep, speaking of which, I'd better."

"No need, some neighbour came around and did it, apparently he was supposed to do it last night as well but when he drove up here he saw it'd been done already."

"Okay," I pinched my nose, "I should have thought of that."

"You can't think of everything, you're not Supergirl."

I stared at the screen, "maybe that's what she meant earlier, she said to look after you."

"Well if you weren't here she would never have left. I'd be freaking out if you weren't here."

"Thanks," I slapped her leg, "I think."

"I had a great time today, up until I told mum about Anke," she stopped rubbing her legs.

"Tell me something," she leaned forward slightly, "last night when we were in bed. Why didn't you feel me up?"

"Well it's not like I'm not attracted to you, but I guess because it was a line I couldn't cross without some kind of signal."

"So if I had touched you down there it would have been a signal?"

"Well of course, you've had sex before."

"And you're attracted to me."

"Yes, I find you very attractive."

"In what way?"

"I like your inquisitive nature, I love the way you zone in on something and tune everything else out until you've worked it out. I love listening to you just talk because it's so fucking spontaneous, you crack me up sometimes with the stuff you say. I love your unpredictable nature. I never know what you're going to do next, it's an incredible turn on. I love your silence, last night was magical for me because I could just lie beside you and today we could have walked all the way to Australia and I still wouldn't be tired, I love your," I stopped as she leaned over me.

"Shut up," she murmured and then kissed me.

It was a soft, delicate kiss that took me by surprise because I still hadn't finished talking. Her mouth parted and she pushed a little harder, her head shifted to one side and her right hand moved to the top button of my waistcoat. We parted and I swallowed as I felt the familiar sensations of arousal and I knew if she did that again I wouldn't want her to stop.

I started rubbing her leg slowly and she smiled and began stroking my front. It went on for quite some time. Every now and then she'd stop at the top button of my waistcoat as if she was going to undo it, but then she'd go back to stroking. Her hand moved all over my front, up to my shoulders, through my hair and down my arm.

Most lesbians I knew would have made moves of their own but I suppose because I'm so used to horses I let it go on and on. Horses and animals in general can become frightened by sudden movements and while she wasn't an animal, I felt as if she was gathering her strength, testing her boundaries and so I just sat with my back to a wall with the laptop illuminating my face and let her hand move all over me. Her eyes shifted to mine now and then, and I felt myself becoming hypnotised by her if that's at all possible.

Eventually she undid the top button of my waistcoat but then went back to stroking, I kept up my gentle rubbing on her leg but stayed away from her genitals and slowly her legs parted as she undid another button. She kissed me again, I parted my mouth and let her do what she wanted and she pulled back again and kissed my cheek. My hand went up further and she put her forehead against mine and exhaled slowly.

I reached the valley between her legs and rotated my hand to simulate a seat. Petra looked down and started moving up and down, almost bouncing against my fingertips. My thumb pressed against her lips and she pushed against it, forcing me to press harder. Not a word was spoken between us but she smiled as she brought her other hand around and undid the last two buttons. The waistcoat parted and I slowly rubbed my thumb up and down her zipper.

Petra stroked my front and found my bra cups. She hesitated for a moment and I stopped rubbing as we looked at each other. "Take your time to explore me," I murmured.

It was an exploration all right. Petra straddled me and ran her fingers through my hair, teased my ear lobes, traced down my cheek to my chin and along my lips. I sucked on her thumb when it slid inside and all the time this was going on, I kept moving both hands up her back under the jumper and then she moved down lower, over my throat and down my front. She felt her way down to my breasts and I sighed when she pushed them together and rubbed her thumbs over them. My nipples were beginning to harden but I wasn't about to make any sudden moves, I wanted her to make the first move, to give me a sign.

Her sign came soon enough when she pulled her jumper over her head and dropped it on the floor. I brought my hands around to her front and began to move them up and down over her breasts. She bit her lip and started moving up and down in time with my movements. Her breasts were small and firm and I could tell she was aroused.

I unpicked a couple of buttons and parted the blouse, she lowered herself for my mouth and let me kiss her bare skin. My hands slid up under her blouse to her shoulders and back down again as I nuzzled her with soft kisses.

We parted and she undid a couple of buttons to expose my bra and I let her do to me what I'd done to her, until finally I began to move, drawing her with me until my back was against the bedhead and she was kneeling in front of me with the blouse undone to her cleavage. Petra looked up at me as I slipped off my waistcoat and tossed it aside. Her hand reached out to hook under my blouse and I leaned forward, allowing her to draw me towards her. My hands moved under her blouse again, up to her shoulders and then under her bra straps to her cups. The blouse strained at the button, almost popping it loose as I kissed my way down her front.

My hands slipped down to the next button and I undid it, I widened the vee to expose her pink satin bra and kept teasing her bare skin, rubbing my knuckles across her breasts and she responded by inching my blouse out of the jeans ever so slowly. I undid another two buttons and started pulling her blouse out of her jeans and she released my blouse and unbuttoned her jeans. The garment came loose suddenly and we slowly removed each other's blouses.

We sat kneeling and caressed each other's bodies, every now and then we'd kiss each other, savouring the taste and the feel of soft lips and spider-like caresses.

Petra eventually rose higher and unzipped her jeans, I slipped my hands over her buttocks and dragged them down over her hips. She sat back and let me remove them completely until she was just wearing her bra and panties. I tugged at my jeans and winked. Petra undid my jeans and I leaned back and stretched out my legs so she could remove them.

Our hands moved over each other, the gentle movements becoming a little faster now, our kisses more passionate and I began to take control, unclipping her bra and sucking her nipples one at a time while I massaged the other breast. Her breathing was becoming more laboured, and her sighs became deeper. I gently laid her down and taking off my bra, began the slow and erotic tongue bath that began at her throat and moved down over her breasts and belly to her genitals and then down to her thighs. Whimpers escaped her as I teased her genitals. She slid her hand down the front of her panties and began rubbing herself until I removed her panties and slowly took over.

Firm fingers scissored her and she pushed against me, my tongue lapped up and down her lips and then across. She quivered at my touch and her fingertips exerted just enough pressure on my head to keep me there as I slowly kissed and licked my way around her glistening lips. My finger slid in and out, slowly at first and then deeper, finding the most sensitive spots and when she cried out encouragement I obliged. Eventually her clitoris came out to meet my tongue pressing hard against her. I felt the climax coming a little while later, you sense it in a woman after a while and then she suddenly yelled and I felt her spasms as the orgasm hit her.

It wasn't the first orgasm she'd ever had. After all, masturbation will produce an orgasm and Petra was certainly adept at bringing herself to orgasm, but it was the first time another human had taken her to orgasm and for that I'm to blame! She was sweating when it was over and her cheeks were wet with tears as I kissed her again and again.

There's always been some controversy about straight women going down on lesbians for the first time. Some lesbians feel awkward and try to help the other woman, others just lie back and let the woman find her own way, after all they have the same equipment. Vaginas come in all shapes and sizes and women respond in slightly different ways to touch. Petra went down on me that night and as I'd told her before, she was focused. She wanted to explore it, her tongue went as far as possible and she managed to get three fingers inside, which I found so fucking intense. Fisting it wasn't but I yelled pretty loudly myself and when I climaxed it was with a rush and a feeling of euphoria that made Petra giggle.

"Wow, the earth moved for you, they could probably hear you in London."

We lay in each others arms for the better part of half an hour before hunger drove us to the kitchen for some food. It felt kind of odd walking about another person's house in our underclothes but I was ravenous. After a shower we got dressed again and folded out the sofa bed because as Petra said, "I need to sleep at least one night in this room."

"You want me to fetch Morag?" I pinched her breast lightly.

"Um no, I'm not that brave."

That night we had sex again, twice, before we finally called it a night and turned out the lights but we still weren't tired and stayed awake talking until exhaustion claimed her some time after two in the morning, I fell asleep shortly afterwards.

I awoke in the morning with a sense of déjà vu when Fatima walked in suddenly and came to a dead stop. I heard a male voice talking on the telephone. Petra and I were both naked under the blanket and Fatima's eyes took it all in.

"Shit, sorry," she turned about, "get dressed, girls we've got company," and shut the door.

Alain was in the kitchen when we came through and quite talkative. He was conservative and polite, apologising to Petra for leaving his wife's ashes on the mantelpiece and she reassured him that it was okay now.

Fatima's reaction to me getting together touched me as we prepared to leave later that day.

"You gave her what no man has ever given her."

"What?" I couldn't imagine what it might be.

"Love. She's dated guys who lavished all kinds of gifts on her but not one of them could give her the gift that even a poor person could give. You gave her love."

It's one of those statements that has stayed with me ever since. I've moved out of the bedsit into Fatima's house, she bought McLeod Estates and ripped down the sign, she also fired Anke. I've kept my old job as a trainer at Burnside because I like the discipline of getting up and just going to a regular job. As I write this I'm getting ready to head over to Burnside to pick Gordon up on the way to Prestwick. Filming has just started and when said he'd like to visit a film set.

I think I've come to the end of this story for now. There will be more to tell in the future but this has been about how we met and what Fiona has described as an elegant seduction.