Rain, Lesbians, and Mattresses

But she didn't. She stood up and tugged at the panties until they were completely off of me, then grabbed my foot and pulled off my heel. Briefly, she tickled the bottom of my foot, but seeing that this only frustrated me more as I squirmed on the bed, gritting my teeth, she moved on to kissing my ankle. Then she moved up my leg, past my knee... As she progressed, she moved lower, getting to her knees, and positioned both of my legs onto her shoulders. She kissed my thigh, then, finally in position, was so close to my cunt that I could feel her breath.

We had been here before, just hours ago, and as a boiling wave rushed though my veins, I knew my body remembered clearly. I was so on edge that I knew as soon as she licked me, I would lose all control. But I had nowhere near enough willpower to stop her.

Fortunately, Rene choose to delay my prize, as she teased me once again by pressing the tip of her nose ever so gently against my clit. Her lips almost imperceptibly brushed my pussy, and her breath felt like a soft, warm heart beating slowly against my sex.

And then, as if she had been pressured by the same unrelenting drive, Rene snapped and the teasing came to an abrupt end. She dove at my cunt, puckering her lips and kissing at the inside of my pussy. Her tongue snaked out and tunneled into me, diving as deep as could be allowed. At the same time, Rene's nose pressed firmly against my clit, pulling my trigger and igniting in me a explosion of passion that I had never felt before.

If I were to take all the orgasms I'd ever had in my life and combine them into one 'ultra-gasm', it still wouldn't compare to the intensely erotic and impossibly satisfying climax that Rene gave me that night. As I expected, I lost all control of myself. For minutes I was twisting and turning on the bed, curling my fingers and toes into ever-tightening fist, throwing my head back and trying to scream but unable to make a sound. My body was as rigid as stone, and yet I was shivering with ecstasy so profound that I felt as if my very soul was cumming. My eyes were open, I am sure, but I could see only stars surrounded by blackness, and the blackness was creeping in.

I might have passed out, but before I could, something happened that brought Rene and I both back to reality in an instant.

A sharp 'click', followed by a loud, male voice.

"Police department. Anybody here?"

Rene and I got up and turned to the source of the voice, then froze. I was still shaking from my orgasm, and I could barely stand on my weak, trembling legs, but I held my breath so as not to make a sound.

The cop had come in the same door we had, at the back of the store, in the storage area. I could hear his footsteps on the cement floor of that room. And then I could hear more footsteps; two pairs altogether. As if we needed another sign to get us moving, I saw the beam of a flashlight pour through the door, into the showroom.

If it weren't for the storm that night, we would have gone to jail, no doubt. The policemen would have heard the rustling as we anxiously gathered our clothes, speedily fixed the bed, and scrambled to find a hiding spot. But the rain continued to pour as if an ocean was emptying over the top of the building, and the constant rush was more than enough to mask our presence from their ears.

Frantically, with only seconds to make a decision, we searched for somewhere, anywhere to hide. Going out the front door was impossible. There were bells attached to the top hinge that would've sounded, and even then, we would have been too frightened to grapple with the keys and unlock the door before they saw us, anyway. I knew hiding under a bed was out, too, for it was simply too obvious a place.

But Rene saved the day. Holding her heap of clothes with one hand, she used her other hand to grab my arm and lead me to the back of the store—toward the approaching police. Not knowing what to do myself, I was not about to protest if she had found a way out of this mess. Scared as I was, I trusted her.

Suddenly Rene yanked me to the right, and just as I saw the dark form of the first officer enter the room behind his blinding flashlight, the two of us disappeared behind a curtain. Of course, this wasn't just any curtain, but instead a canopy on a king-sized four-poster bed. Even in this tense situation, the silk drapes cascading over my naked body as I climbed inside was incredibly arousing.

We didn't have time to shut the drapes fully, and in retrospect, that probably saved us. Surely the police would have quickly checked out such an obvious hiding place if the canopy were closed. But by leaving it halfway open, we still had half a bed to hide on, and it seemed less suspicious to the two cops now slowly stalking the showroom, not ten feet away.

"I told you it was nothing," one of the cops said. He sounded old, with a craggy voice. "You had me get out of the car and get drenched for—"

"Well why was the door unlocked?" the other cop argued, who sounded much younger than his partner.

"This is a quiet neighborhood. Lots of people leave their homes unlocked."

"This is a business."

"It's a mattress store. You think someone's gonna steal a mattress, strap it to the hood of their car, then drive it through a thunderstorm?"

"Well, I'm sure I saw something moving in here."

"Yeah. Like two alley cats fucking. Give me a break."

I hoped that would be the end of it. That they'd give up and just go, but they continued on, slowly walking through the showroom. I tracked them by the beams of the flashlights, which glowed through the thin, red fabric of the canopy. They headed toward the front of the store, casually checking under and behind all the beds on the way.

Rene and I didn't dare move. We barely breathed. Both of us were on our hands on knees on the bed, and were as close as we could possibly get to each other to keep behind the drapes. Rene was in front of me, and her tight little ass was right next to my face.

In spite of all that was going on, I was becoming increasingly turned on. Not just by the excitement of the moment, but by the sight of Rene. Her thin body was rigid, her skin tight against her bones and muscles. Though she made no sound, her whole body seemed to breathe; her stomach sucking in deeply, then pushing back out; her chest thrusting outward, then pulling back in. The movement caused her tits to sway gently back and forth as they hung over the mattress. A few beads of either rain or sweat trickled down her back, between her ribs, and down the sides of her breasts. Even now, with everything at stake, I couldn't take my eyes or my mind off of her.

I wondered, fleetingly, what would happen if the cops felt the bed we had just been on. If they felt it's warmth, or it's dampness. And then I wondered if they could smell it: the scent of my orgasm that, to me, seemed to hang heavy in the air. My body was still twitching every now and then from that awesome event, and my pussy was still soaking wet.

And so, apparently, was Rene's.

A new smell was slowly overpowering even that of my arousal. It was similar--sweet and heavy--but different. And then I pinpointed it. Rene's pussy. Cautiously I leaned back to get a look at her lips from behind. Even in this dark hiding place, there was enough light reflecting off her glistening mound to tell me everything I needed to know. Rene had twice eaten me out to orgasm today. She had finished herself off the first time, and now we had this interruption. She deserved some pay back.

It would have been insane for me to lick her right there and then, with the cops still strolling around in the same room, separated from us by nothing more than a thin layer of silk. We were already on the verge of getting caught; two naked women charged with God knows what. The cops were chatting away, apparently reluctant to go back in the rain, but they were still just feet away. Anything above a whimper would lead them straight to us. It would have been crazy.

Which is why I had to do it.

Slowly, quietly, I scooted back on the bed. Rene looked at me with eyes wide with fear and disbelief. She had no idea what I was about to do, but she knew I was risking an awful lot by moving at all. I reassured her by laying a hand on her. Or, more accurately, by laying a hand on her little ass.

The mattress was good quality. It didn't creak as I positioned myself behind her on the large bed, then leaned back down until I was looking right at her engorged pussy lips. I tried to give her the same treatment she had given me by getting so close that my breath alone could help to further arouse her. But I was too impatient for my first taste of a woman, and my tongue darted out almost immediately.

Rene jumped, and I heard a very quick, faint gasp. As if her body wasn't tense enough, she became even stiffer at my touch. I knew she must have been thinking how idiotic it was to do this to her right now, but I didn't care. Because as soon as my tongue touched the soft flesh between her thick pussy lips, as soon as I tasted the sweet honey from that dripping, smoldering box, my hunger for her grew ten-fold.

I pulled my tongue back, then licked her with short, slow strokes. It only took seconds of this for Rene to forget all about our uniformed trouble and relent. She let the front of her body ease down until she was resting her face on the comforter, then stuck her ass higher into the air. This allowed me a much better position for reaching her cunt, and I took full advantage.

My timid licks quickly turned to passionate laps as my tongue reached all the way beneath her, tickling her cunt, before drawing back fully across her lips. My own lips were pressed firmly against hers, and I moved them, contracting them, as if I were kissing her mouth. I opened my mouth wider, putting her entire cunt in my mouth, then pushed my tongue as deep into her hole as possible. I swirled it around her soft, hot walls, then fucked her with my mouth, extending my tongue to it's limit before withdrawing fully. I did this over and over, increasingly faster, until we found a perfect rhythm as she grinded her cunt against my face.

Not willing to settle on one technique, I soon rested my tongue and let my lips do the work as I sucked on her pussy, gently tugging her excited lips. Then I lashed at her with my tongue again, using fast, firm strokes, making sure to hit her clit on every three or four laps. Her body jolted each time I touched her there, and the jolts were getting bigger every time.

I was losing control again. My lips and tongue had formed a mind of their own, and they worked over Rene's pussy with great enthusiasm. My hands squeezed and massaged her ass cheeks, and my own pussy was dripping at the realization of what I was doing. And I wasn't the only one that excited; Rene's juices were smeared all over my face.

I knew I couldn't stop, a fact that terrified me when I heard the younger cop say, from across the room:

"What's this pillow doing on the floor?"

The pillow I had bitten. They found it. The gig could be up. But still I continued to assault Rene's pussy with my lips, my tongue, even my nose. She squirmed beneath me and pushed her face deep into the mattress to muffle her panting. But that only served to keep her from breathing, resulting in her having to keep looking back up, gasping for air, only to grow frightened at the sound and bury her face again. A never-ending cycle of frustration, fear, and ecstasy.

"All the other pillows are in place on a bed," the cop continued. "See. Someone's been here."

We were going to be caught in mere seconds. They had searched everywhere but our corner, and they knew someone was here. But I couldn't pull away from Rene's throbbing cunt. I licked her and sucked her and made out with her hot, velvety pussy. It was such a turn on to be doing this right here and right now that I couldn't help but touch myself, certain that I was not only helping out my new lover, but was bringing myself to another orgasm as well.

"Fine," the older cop said. "Someone's been here. They're gone now. Let's get back to the car, Columbo."

I heard one pair of footsteps walk past, toward the storage area, and then fade away. But the second pair of footsteps didn't start until the first had disappeared. And it wasn't heading for the back room. It was heading for us.

The excitement that should have been making me cry with fright was only helping to bring me, and certainly Rene as well, to our climaxes. I increased the speed and intensity of my licking, making sure to lather Rene's clit, her pussy, and even her tight little asshole with my tongue. She bucked against me, still fighting her own gasps for air as she struggled not to make a sound. It was a struggle I shared, for the pleasure of easting out a woman for the first time, combined with the chance of getting caught, combined with my fingers working over my clit frantically, was sure to be too much.

The beam of the flashlight washed over us, but the canopy kept us hidden. Still, the beam stopped on the canopy opening, shining into the bed at an angle, illuminating the head of the bed.

Suddenly I felt Rene start shaking, and I knew what was happening. The thought alone gave me my third orgasm of the evening, and the drive and power of that peak drove me wild. As I shuddered from own cum, I grabbed Rene's ass firmly, pulled her up until her legs were fully in the air, and shoved my tongue deep into her cunt. But I didn't just stick it there, I licked and swirled and lapped and sucked.

And Rene screamed as if her life depended on it.

The Heavens must have been watching out for us, though, because at that same instant, while I was eating out my friend's cunt with fervor, and while she was shaking as though an entire California earthquake had become trapped in her tight little body, a roar of thunder sounded from above. It was so loud that it shook the building, and as soon as it began to let up, another crack was quick to follow. Rene had her face pushed deeply into the comforter and mattress of the bed, so with this added effect from the storm, the cop could not hear us, not even from three feet away.

"Come on, man," the older cop called out from the back. "I don't want the other guys to find out we weathered the storm in a mattress store. The gay jokes will go on for years."

"All right," the other cop said, walking away. "I'm coming."

I imagine that, if I could heard Rene as she continued screaming into the bed, as I continued fucking her cunt with my face, I would have heard her saying those very words: I'm cumming. Even now, the idea gets me tingly.

Even with the cops gone, neither of us rested from this orgasm, or multiples, rather. Rene just kept cumming and cumming, and I hungrily lapped at her pussy lips, worked over her puckered asshole, and sucked on her engorged clitoris like a woman gone mad. Though I was still holding her legs and ass in the air, Rene used her arms to push herself hard against me, inviting me not just to continue, but to increase my efforts. And the whole time she continued to scream into the bed.

Eventually her body began to shudder, not from the orgasms, but in a new way. As if she were crying. Knowing the police were no longer a problem, I let her legs and ass down, prompting her to bring her face off the mattress. But even as I did this, I didn't stop licking her passionately.

When Rene's face came up from the comforter, I realized she was crying, sobbing, even. But not from pain or sadness but from what she would later tell me was by far the most incredible orgasm she'd ever had in her life. Still screaming out, with tears streaming from her eyes, she begged me not to stop, to keep sucking her clit, to lick her asshole, to taste her pussy.

"Oh fuck, Alana!" she cried. "Oh fuck! I love you, baby! Please don't stop. Don't ever stop."

Over the course of several minutes, I worked toward stopping anyway. Her orgasms had subsided, and while her pussy had become too sensitive, I busied myself by licking and sucking on her asshole as I eased her down. Rene's body never stopped responding to me. She was continually shaking or jerking or shivering. Her tears dried and her breathing almost returned to normal, and eventually she just lay on her stomach on the bed, completely exhausted.

I lay beside her on my side, gently rubbing her ass and kissing her shoulder. I was still horney as hell, but I knew we both needed rest. We laid there for about an hour, just listening to the rain, or talking about the major event we had just been a part of. And how we wanted to be a part or many, many more...

...And that was my sister, Alana's, story as she told it to me, her kid brother, Gavin. I couldn't believe she was being so up front with me about this, that she would describe such a personal event in such detail. But surely this was meant more for her own enjoyment, than for mine

But is still didn't answer my original question. Why had Alana brought me on this trip instead of a female lover?

I asked her just that.

"Well," she replied. "If I can tell you all that, I guess I can tell you this, too. When I said I was a lesbian, I might have been a little over reaching."

"How so?"

"Because I definitely like women. A lot. Definitely more than men. But I still really, really like men. I just haven't been with any for a while. And I knew this trip would be a chance to find a guy for a one-night stand, and see if the passion for guys fades or grows. If it fades, then I guess I'm a lesbian. If it grows, then maybe me liking women is just a phase."

"But what if it doesn't fade or grow?" I asked. "What if your desire for guys stays the same as always?"

Alana laughed aloud and said, smiling, "You know what? That's exactly what I'm hoping for."

(FOR MORE stories with Alana and Rene, check out 'Alana's First Phone Fuck', and 'Under the Counter'. For stories with Alana, check out 'My Sister's Secrets'.)