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Lesbian MILF Seductress: 30th B'day

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Summary: Birthday girl is seduced by teenager at Broadway show.

Note: a thanks to Elizabeth for inspiring the story by her own experience at a play that triggered this story.

Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert and Wayne for editing.

Note 3: This story stands on its own, but if you want to read more BREE stories check out the following (listed in chronological, not date published, order):

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF (in senior year of high school)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom (late in her senior year)

Lesbian MLF Seductress: Neighbor (late in her senior year)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate (immediately following Neighbor)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: 30th bday (late summer, last weekend before going to college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Secret Santa (during her first year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop (summer of her first year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride (End of third year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: In Flight (Summer job after college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: 30th Bday

Bree's Prologue:

After being dommed by my Mom and doing a couple more aggressive seductions of MILFs, Mom suggested I try to seduce someone without being overly aggressive, just using my looks and aura. At first I thought the idea wasn't really me, I liked to take control, to be verbal, yet I obeyed my mother, who was training me in the fine art of seduction.

Ironically, a few days after this suggestion, the perfect opportunity presented itself.

For this seduction, I wasn't going to be verbally aggressive, I wasn't going to be a domme, I was going to be a true seductress.

That said, I'll let my adorable new pet tell the story in her own words.

...

Elizabeth's Special 30th Birthday

Now, before I start my story of how I ended up on my knees in the bathroom of a Broadway theatre, I need to explain something about myself...

I... am... a... squirter.

I mean I come so hard and release so much wetness that I immediately need to drink to rehydrate myself.

It's always been like this.

Since I first started getting myself off.

I thought something was wrong with me at first, but eventually I accepted I just come differently than most women.

I also never wear panties (well, other than when it is that time of month). I don't do this because I'm a slut, but for two very different reasons:

1. I like the liberating feeling of it...I like the idea that my co-workers (I work as an administrative assistant), my friends or my family have no idea that under my cute, usually conservative, appearance, my pussy is shaved and I'm completely commando.

2. I hated the few times I frigged myself while super horny or was being fingered by a guy and I came hard in my panties...it felt like I pissed myself (which I did once in college) and I hated that feeling. I'd rather just gush my orgasm out and then clean myself up. Plus, when I do let a guy go down below, I love the look of surprise on their face when they realize I've gone commando...men really are easy to impress!

Liking the girl next door look I still have, even at 30, I also only wear thigh high stockings or garters and stockings... originally for the same reason I don't wear panties (my cum flooding my pantyhose is not a very nice feeling either). But I learned that many men love the sexiness of stockings and it made me feel sexy to wear sexy stockings.

Plus, the rare time I met a guy and just needed to be fucked then and there it was very convenient.

Anyways, enough about me. This story is really about how I was seduced and taken by a much younger woman while attending a professional showing of Book of Mormon.

On my thirtieth birthday, knowing that I loved musicals, my boyfriend, Ronnie, took me out for dinner at a five star restaurant and then to the musical, a play I loved. (I know he was trying to get back in my good books, having broken up with me for a third time a few months ago and having just grovelled back into my life a couple of weeks earlier). That said, I loved him. I hated him many times too and that love-hate relationship had kept me from moving on like I should have many times.

On the contrary, for being such a sweetheart tonight, he was going to get very lucky once we got back to my place.

For the special occasion, I wore a black and white dress, with stockings and a garter (something I only wore for very special occasions), and a black lace bra that enhanced my already very nice 36c breasts. I even wore three inch opened toe heels (my boyfriend loves red painted toenails in nylons...a strange fetish, but a rather easy one to indulge) something I rarely did...hating how much heels killed my feet and ankles.

Of course, I was also sans panties...as usual.

A couple glasses of wine at the restaurant, another before the theatre doors opened and I was quite tipsy as well as we made our way to our seats in the second balcony.

The balcony only had eight seats and we were the first to sit down. I whispered, as I placed my hand firmly on his dick, "I'm going to let you do something very special to me tonight."

He groaned, "Tonight is all about you."

"And I want to do something special with you," I said back, dripping with sultriness.

"If you insist," he shrugged, knowing that wine usually meant the wild and kinky me.

"I'd love to suck your cock right here," I purred. "Would you like that?"

"God, yes," he groaned, as I rubbed his cock through his dress pants.

"Or maybe straddle you right here and ride your cock," I continued, enjoying teasing him, "I'm wearing a garter for you tonight."

"Shit," he groaned, just as a mother and daughter sat beside us.

They were both dressed elegantly and when I looked up to see the teenager I couldn't believe how much she looked like Simone.

Simone... my one and only lesbian encounter... someone I hadn't thought about in a long, long time.

I was a junior in college and was attending a frat party with a couple of my friends when I was introduced to several members of the girls' cheerleading dance team.

One girl was named Simone and we started chatting, both of our hometowns just a few miles from each other. We chatted about the new outlet mall being built, the places we shopped, and so forth while drinking some rather potent punch. As soon as I finished one drink, she would give me another.

I had a pretty good buzz going and the room was very hot and I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse and fanned myself. I didn't even remotely mean it to be a hint of interest in her, but she took it that way... although I didn't know that at the time. I even added, accidently implying my interest, "It's so hot in here. I need some fresh air."

Simone took my hand and led me outside to the side deck.

I felt an odd chill go up my back at her touch and once outside I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her hard nipples through her light beige blouse. I didn't realize I was doing it, but I was staring at them.

Before I even knew it, she took my hand she was holding and moved it to her breast.

I couldn't believe this was happening.

Simone was a senior.

Simone was easily one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

Simone's breast was so firm.

Completely drawn to her, like a moth to a flame, I moved my other hand and cupped her other breast.

"Have you ever been with a girl?" she asked.

It must have been obvious. I was cupping her breasts like a teenage boy touching them for a first time. "No," I admitted, as I continued to stare at her breasts barely covered by her thin blouse.

She leaned in and kissed me. I saw fireworks in my head as it was the softest, most tender kiss I had ever experienced. Her tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth and I did the same. I was completely intoxicated with her and my pussy was leaking.

I forgot I was at a frat party, I forgot that anyone could see me kissing another girl, I just allowed myself to be taken in completely by the moment.

As our tongues twirled inside each other's mouths, I felt her hand go under my skirt and directly to my very damp pussy.

"No panties," she purred, as her finger slid inside my heated cunt.

"Ooooooooh," I moaned, in shock and awe of what was happening.

She kept kissing me while simultaneously fingering me. I was moaning in her mouth, my body reacting with unbridled lust.

She broke the kiss, looked into my eyes and said, "Come for me, Elizabeth."

Her finger found the g-spot I wasn't sure I had until that moment and I screamed, "Oh God!"

My body exploded, my cum flooded out of my cunt like a broken dam.

"A squirter," she said softly, even as she kept tapping on my clit.

"Oh God," I repeated, as I put my hand on her shoulders to hold myself up, my legs feeling like jelly as all my energy was usurped from me by her masterful touch.

"You look so cute when you come," she complimented.

"Thanks," I whimpered, barely able to do anything but try to breathe.

She looked down and smiled, "You created a pretty big puddle."

"Sorry," I whispered, embarrassed by the puddle that was between my legs.

"Never apologize for getting off, sexy," she said, kissing me again.

I again melted into her touch until she again broke the kiss and ordered, "Come with me," a few seconds later, even as my orgasm continued to tremble through me and I continued to feel cum leaking down my legs.

At this moment, I would have followed her anywhere... although walking after the most intense orgasm of my life was very challenging.

She took my hand with the hand that had just had a finger in me and led me away from the frat house.

She took me to a secluded spot, and ordered, "Take off my blouse."

I was completely intoxicated by her beauty and utterly under her spell. I didn't consider myself a lesbian or even bi, but at this moment I was whatever she wanted me to be.

My hands trembled as I began unbuttoning her blouse. Once it was unbuttoned, her breasts now free, she ordered softly, "Go ahead, Elizabeth, suck on my tits."

I didn't need to be told twice as I leaned forward and took her left hard nipple in my mouth as I simultaneously cupped it. I was in awe, the entire situation completely surreal.

I swirled my tongue around her nipple, I playfully bit it, before replicating the attention on her other breast.

"That's so good, Elizabeth," she purred. After a moment, she ordered, "On your knees, sexy."

I had been told that many times, but never by a girl. I lowered myself to my knees and watched with eager anticipation as she pulled her skirt off. She too wasn't wearing any panties and I was now staring at her beautiful, glistening, shaved pouting pussy.

I felt like her pussy was calling my name.

Simone sat down on the grass, lay back, spread her legs and offered, "Go on, Elizabeth, lick me."

"I-I-I've never done this before," I stammered, not that I didn't want to. I desperately wanted to. I just didn't want to disappoint her.

"Now don't be shy, sexy, I know you'll be a natural," she purred, her voice so tender and alluring.

I crawled between her tanned legs, moved my head to her inviting pussy, extended my tongue and began licking.

Her cunt tasted so sweet, unlike what I'd imagined, especially considering how most men bitch about eating pussy (yet they sure expect us ladies to suck cock at the drop of a hat).

I wanted more of her taste; I wanted to fuck her pussy with my tongue. I tried to use my tongue as a small cock. I struggled at first, but I eventually got my tongue in her small tight hole.

"Finger me too, Elizabeth," she ordered, her moans soft and sexy.

I moved my tongue to her swollen labia as I slid my finger inside her. I searched for her g-spot, not something I had any experience in finding, while simultaneously flicking on her clit.

"That's it, your tongue feels so good," she moaned, as her hands went to the back of my head.

I didn't find her g-spot, but I was making her moan.

She grabbed my head, and began grinding her cunt all over my face. I pulled my finger out and focused on licking while she literally fucked my face.

She soon screamed, "Yesssssss," and I received my first female cum facial.

I lapped up her juices which were as sweet as the punch juice that got me intoxicated enough to end up in this exhilarating situation.

Unfortunately, even though we would get together a couple more times, it was never as thrilling as the first time and eventually I began dating a football player, a relationship that lasted a couple of years... never again tasting the sweet nectar of a woman.

Yet, for the first time in eight years, I was drawn to a woman...well a girl...she couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen.

I watched her in deju vu awe as if I were again a junior in college.

She was wearing a blue dress so short that when she sat down I could see almost the entire top of her thigh high stockings. I had become a stockings addict because of Ronnie and his obsession with them and came to see them as a great accessory for my outfits as well as accentuating my best asset, my legs.

I was almost drunk enough to comment on her hosiery choice, but she looked barely eighteen and I was thirty...that could only come across as creepy.

She was also wearing five inch heels and I couldn't help but wonder how she didn't kill herself in them.

She seemed to notice me staring at her legs and heels so I quickly turned away, which only made it more obvious.

Until the play started, I tried to focus on my sweet boyfriend who was giving me a great thirtieth birthday party.

Yet, the temptation to look at this intriguing teenager was overwhelming.

Ronnie asked, "So, are you enjoying your thirtieth birthday?"

"It's the best thirtieth party I have ever had," I playfully replied.

As he chatted, I tried to focus on his words, but I couldn't get Simone out of my head, nor her teenage lookalike.

I mean, sure, on occasion I saw a beautiful woman, usually younger, and gushed a little as I remembered the exhilarating rush of sexual submission to Simone... yet fantasy and the past tended to never become today's reality.

That said, fantasy wise, I have a lot of kinky fantasies that are on my sexual bucket list:

1. Be taken by a well-hung black man.

2. Be gangbanged by a group of well hung black guys.

3. A night with a transsexual. A girl with a dick is such a turn-on (I'm pretty sure I like dick too much to ever completely cross over to the other side).

4. To be triple teamed with three cocks pounding away all at once is fun to imagine.

5. Being a cocksucker for a whole team (preferably a football team-so much cock) and having it turn into a bukkake (I do love the feeling of cum spraying on my face...a slutty kink of my girl next door look).

There are others, but to say the least, my fantasy life is a lot more interesting than my actual life.

I took a couple more quick glances before the play started, but she didn't seem to notice as she chatted with her mom. Yet, having her right leg crossed over into her left gave me a very good look of the top of her thigh high stockings. Plus, her dress didn't remotely hide her firm perky breasts.

I could feel my pussy getting tingly and was worried I would gush in these extravagant seats (maybe I should have worn at least a thong).

I couldn't remember feeling this giddy around another woman in years and she didn't have any clue what impact she was having on me.

She was easily one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, somehow mixing a natural innocence with a powerful persona...and this I got without talking to her. She just exuded a confidence in her look and dress...again a similar vibe to Simone all those years ago.

I was curious if her eyes were blue like mine. Her blonde hair was in a bun, which allowed her to showcase her facial features...which were utterly flawless... just like Simone.

As the lights went down, I turned to the stage. I love musicals, having seen many including Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon, Guys and Dolls, Jesus Christ, Superstar, and Grease...just to name a few. But Book of Mormon was my favourite... this being the third time I'd seen it.

I tried to focus on the show, my right hand in my boyfriend's hand, but it was undeniably a struggle. My past, my one lesbian tryst, kept playing in my head.

The teen beside me, (was she even eighteen?) only enhanced my inability to focus as she continually kept shifting in her seat, crossing her legs and even playing with her dress and rubbing her nylon-clad legs.

I took a plethora of glances at her, particularly every time she changed positions. When she began rubbing her leg, I starred at her hands, her finger nails painted purple, curious if her toes were of a matching colour, and her sexy legs.

I tried to pull my eyes away from her hypnotic movements but couldn't, even as they broke out into one of my favourite songs, 'Turn it Off.'

As the play continued, she continued to draw me in. I tried to focus on the play, the humour and the dance numbers, but I continued to be drawn to her legs in nylons.

Being dark, I assumed she couldn't tell I was staring, drooling and leaking over her, but when I heard her heel hit the ground, I watched as she moved her stocking-clad foot to the balcony and answered my question, she had indeed painted her toenails the same unique purple. Her feet in the dark mocha colour were sexy and I couldn't stop staring, no longer even feigning interest in the play that I loved.

She wiggled her toes, she leaned forward and fixed the seam that was slightly askew and then, using both hands, slowly moved her hands from her ankle up her calf to her knee and then to her thigh.

I was completely intoxicated by this young woman, my pussy so wet I felt a gush leak out of me. 'Shit, I wish I could just get up and find a place to get off.' I thought to myself as my pussy burned.

I imagined her pointing to the floor and me obediently dropping to my knees.

I imagined her opening her legs and again wordlessly pointing to her pussy.

I imagined both my boyfriend and her mother watching as I was helplessly drawn to her...so much that obeying her, tasting her, overrode common sense and dignity.

I imagined leaning forward, extending my tongue, and tasting what could only be an exotic perfection.

I didn't even notice the final song of the first act end. Only the clapping and the lights going on woke me out of my vivid day dream.

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