The Swing Man Cometh Again Pt. 01

I'm being too hard on myself, Svevlana thought finally. The extra twenty pounds did not really make her lightly-freckled body look thick, just....substantial. She still had her curves and her ass did not have any cottage cheese.

I'm still desirable, she told herself as she reached behind her and undid her brassiere. She slid it off and lay it on the counter as she examined her pride and joys in the mirror. She cupped her heavy D cup breasts and lifted them in her hands.

She knew her breasts had opened many doors when she was younger, gotten her interviews and other opportunities. She could tell that they had sagged over the years but she doubted anyone else would have that impression on seeing them for the first time.

She smiled as she thought about the lovers she had had and the look of anticipation on their faces as she disrobed before them for the first time. Whenever she took a new lover to bed, her breasts always got a good working over. They were like magnets for hands and mouths.

Without thinking about it, she rubbed her chest mounds as she stepped back from the mirror to look at her legs. She was still wearing sheer, flower-patterned black hoses which came up to mid-thigh and they made her legs look sleeker than they were. Her thighs had gotten meatier but they still looked acceptable. Her calves still looked as slender as they had when she had stepped off the boat in Marseilles.

"You could look a lot worse," she said softly to the mirror as she stepped back to the counter.

Liza glided into the bathroom, her pale blue silk blouse billowing around her long, bare legs.

She is such a gorgeous creature,Svevlana thought.

Raven hair worn just to the shoulders, usually hooked back behind her ears on the sides, a creamy complexion, slender but with a healthy busom, graceful long legs, electric blue eyes and a wide sensuous mouth.

They had met at a fashion shoot a year ago and had just clicked from the very first. Asking her to move into her home had been a leap for Svevlana after all the years of living alone but she knew she had made the right decision.

"You're not starting without me, are you?" Liza said in her lilting British tongue as she moved behind her and slid her hands around Svevlana's waist. Svevlana pressed herself back against Liza as the young model rested her narrow chin on her bare shoulder.

"Maybe, but it is much better when you arrive," Svevlana replied as her fingers teased her own rising nipples. "I'm very much in the mood tonight."

"Good. So am I," Liza said, kissing her neck lightly before looking at Svevlana's eyes in the mirror again. "It will be the perfect ending to a perfect party."

"A perfect party? Which party were you at."

"Don't be a bother. You know everyone had a good time," Liza said. "I had a good time. I got propositioned."

"By whom?" she asked. She was curious, not upset. Almost all the partygoers knew that they were not exclusive to each other, so it was not a serious breach of etiquette to make a pass at either of them. Liza and she had an open relationship and each dated outside parties with the knowledge of the other. Svevlana was bi-sexual right down the middle; moving and working in the fashion society with so many lesbian models had been a very easy road into sapphic love.

Liza was still primarily heterosexually oriented. Svevlana had been Liza's first and only female lover as far as she knew.

"Sofia Bregelli," Liza answered.

"Oh, Liza, really! Sofia? I didn't think you would be interested in her."

"You must admit that she's pretty," Liza countered.

"Pretty, yes. Paris is full of pretty women. But Sofia is not a good person," she said, "I'm sure she's taking some sort of drugs to stay that thin. And she has such a foul mouth."

"I know. Anyway, I respectfully declined her advances. So I guess you'll have to do for tonight," Liza teased as her hands slid down the outside of her panties, her fingers pressing the sheer fabric into Svevlana's crotch.

"Mmmmm," she purred as Liza stroked her sex mound and began nibbling on her neck. She let her hands fall away from her tits and reached behind her to grab Liza's hips. Her hands pulled the silk blouse up until her fingers fell on the bare skin of Liza's outer legs.

She ran her palms upward expecting to find panties as well but she felt only soft skin. Knowing that her lover had removed her panties, she slid her right hand between their bodies, her fingers dipping down into the junction of her amorous partner.

"Ooooooohh," Liza gasped close to her ear as her fingers found her bald slit. Liza kept herself completely shaved for ease in modeling and because she had such a pretty pussy.

She delved her fingers in the soft, rubbery gates to Liza's womanhood as Liza ground her hips against her pantied bottom, pinning her hand between their bodies.

Svevlana watched the reflection of Liza's eyes close as the leggy Brit nipped at her earlobe with her perfect white teeth. Hot air filled her ear as Liza exhaled strongly, the sudden contact between thumb and clitoris kicking her breathing up a notch.

Svevlana's body broke out in a prickly warmth as Liza's hands slid up over the feminine swell of her belly, manicured nails tracing a slow sensuous course upward, ever upward.

"Mmmmmmmm," Svevlana mewled as Liza's palms flattened themselves on the flat area below her outthrust chest mounds, her thumbs flipping up perpendicular to index fingers, moving around the sides of her breasts as Liza's slender hands wormed themselves into the undercleavage of her titflesh.

Svevlana pried her hand from Liza's moist lap and moved both of her hands back to grab Liza's downy derriere as Liza pressed her jaw into Svevlana's, their faces side by side in the mirror once again.

"Let's go to bed, darling," Svevlana suggested with a smile as she squeezed Liza's behind. "I want to lick you....all....over."

Liza's eyes flashed her desire for just such a salacious activity.

"I like the sound of that," Liza purred as she turned in her arms. The two women shared an opening kiss, their lips sucking and nibbling each others. Giggling at the playful swipe of a tongue across her chin, Liza took Svevlana's hand and led her to their bed.

Liza pulled down the covers of the high, canopied bed and turned back to Svevlana. The English model's fingers began to unbutton the blouse that she still wore.

"No, leave it on....for now," Svevlana said, moving into Liza, pushing her into a sitting position on the side of the bed. She moved between the legs of the raven-haired model, her hands pressing back on Liza's shoulders as she rode the women flat onto the silk sheets.

They kissed for several minutes, Liza's arms wrapped around her neck as she supported herself on her left elbow and her right hand reached back to stroke Liza's bare hip.

"Mmmmmm," Liza hummed as she kissed down her long, lovely neck. She could smell the dabs of perfume that her lover had placed for her - behind the underside of her ears, in the hollow of her neck, down on her breastbone. Liza had undone the top button of her blouse and Svevlana ran her tongue on Liza's creamy skin as far down her breastbone as she could go.

Liza's soft palms caught Svevlana's full, dangling tit-globes as she worked down Liza's body. Delicate, manicured fingers pulled at her hardening nipples as Svevlana raised her face, her own hands sliding up the front of Liza's silk blouse to likewise grab the Brit's saucy knockers through the slinky material.

"You look so beautiful," Svevlana sighed at her lover, gazing at her eyes and that face with its near-perfect bony structure. Liza's mouth was slack, her full lips open as she breathed in deeply. Liza smiled as her tits were massaged, the outline of her own hard nipples now readily apparent through the blouse's material.

Svevlana dipped her body and licked at one of the silk-wrapped prominences as Liza watched through slitted eyes.

"Aaahh.....oh Lana," Liza cooed as her lover's tongue soaked the pale silk into a darker shade, the wiggling of her tongue sending shivers through her reposed figure.

Svevlana switched to the other breast, tonguing the hidden pap for a few seconds before pressing her lips around the excited teat, sucking through the fabric.

"Ohhh, yessss!" Liza exulted, her hands coming up to slide over Svevlana's shoulders and stroke her upper back. "Yessss, suck the other."

Svevlana began switching back and forth, her fingers squeezing Liza's supple breast into hard-capped cones, her lips nursing erotically on the nipple stalks through the blouse. She felt Liza's legs encircle her lower back, pulling her hips down. The lower part of the blouse had parted and Svevlana could feel Liza's hot, shaved mons pressing against her belly.

Svevlana pushed herself partially upright and slid her hands between her sides and Liza's thighs, signaling that she was ready to go lower. Liza let her legs open, crocking her right hand behind her raised head as Svevlana stood and gripped the underside of her elevated gams.

"Lick me, Lana!" Liza encouraged as Svevlana drank in the sexy sight of the model's shaved genitalia. Liza's inner lips were extremely prominate, forming a welcoming mouth unlike any Svevlana had ever seen.

"All in good time," she promised, wanting to tease her young bi-sexual bedmate into a higher state of arousal. Liza was much more vocal than Svevlana, going into real screaming fits during their lovemaking. Hearing the tasty Brit wig out always made Svevlana hotter than she had been.

She let Liza's left knee go and grasped her right calf with both hands, controlling its movement. She pulled the calf to her mouth and began to lick and kiss the supple, sculpted muscle. Liza's left heel slid around her waist, locked in the small of her back as she licked Liza's ankle.

"You're such a tease," Liza sighed, chewing at the tip of her left index finger, a splash of raven hair shook loose and hanging over her eyes. "OH...hhaaaahhaaa...that tickles!"

Svevlana lapped at the balled underside of Liza's foot again, holding tight to her ankle to keep the foot in her control.

"You know you love it, so just lay there," Svevlana chortled, tilting her foot down to lick at the top of her dainty toes, her thumbs rubbing her arch in small circles. Liza wriggled her toes as Svelana lashed them with her tongue, the tip trying to force itself between the narrow toe gaps.

"Haahhaaaa... ooooooh,yeah! ...ooooooh, I llllliiiiikkke that," Liza changed her tune from giggling to a gasping throaty groan as Svevlana took the big toe into her mouth and began to suck on it, loving it like she would a penis. "Yesss, Lana...mmmmm... God, that drives me crazy!"

As Svevlana went down the row, sucking each toe, she watched as Liza moved her left hand down into her own lap. She pulled back on her leg, straightening it and watched below as Liza began to finger herself.

Her fingers pulled back on the hood of her clitoris until the eraser-sized knot was exposed. Liza's clit was large and extremely sensitive, making her multi-orgasmic when it was properly stimulated. Liza's head fell back on the bed as she rubbed the hard bundle of nerves with her index finger.

"Mmmmmm.....mmmmhHHHHMMMM.....AAAAHHHH!" Liza began to get louder as the toe-sucking and masturbation combined to turn her on all the more.

Done with the toe worship and ready to taste Liza's tangy zest, Svevlana kissed the underside of her foot and swung the leg wide. Bending at the waist, she dropped her head to her shaven target.

"OOHHYESSS.... LICK IT... LICK IT... OOOHHH!" Liza cried as she ran her tongue on right inner thigh, then swiped it across her buffing fingers, grazing her clit. Svevlana did not touch the clit again, wanting to keep Liza from reaching her first orgasm before she had had a chance to work her slit with her mouth.

Dropping into a crouch, Svevlana ran her tongue across Liza's petal-like pussylips, the wiggling taster delving into the thin, rubbery lips to lap at the pink interior. The oily, pre-orgasmic juices charged her taste buds as she pressed her mouth flush on Liza's shaven slit and applied suction.

"AAAAAAHH....SUCK ME... OOHHSSHIITTT.... I LOVE IT!" Liza shouted, her heels falling on Svevlana's back.

Svevlana kept her eyes open as she sucked on Liza's twat and so she saw Liza withdraw the fingers from her clit. Nibbling higher to just under the hood of the clitoris and looking up the Liza's body, she saw Liza using both hands to unbutton her blouse, the bottom swells of her sexy breasts coming into view.

"AAHAHHHH....SUCK MY CLIT...ooooh, suck it, please," Liza's rant dropped to a whimper as she opened her blouse wide, her hands moving to cup her jiggling tits.

Svevlana moved her mouth over the hooded peak, her hot breath fanning over it as she looped her hands around the outsides of Liza's thighs, bringing her hands across her stomach and into her crotch. With her thumbs, Svevlana unhooded Liza's big pleasure button.

Liza's head snapped up, her neck craning as she watched Svevlana preparing to feast on her powder-keg clitty. Looking into her eyes, Svevlana lapped her tongue across the stiff bump.

"Mmmmmm....oooOOOHHH...DON'T TEASE ME...YESSSS... LICK IT, 'LANA!" Liza pleaded, her face in a sexual snear of pleasure as she got her wish. Svevlana mashed her lips on Liza's clit and teased it, swirling her knowledgable tongue around and around it, bringing gasps from Liza's parted lips.

Svevlana used all her pussy-eating skills, eager now to bring her friend off, to make her all the more enamored with Svevlana as a lover. Her mouth slid lower and she forced her tongue into the entrance to Liza's lush lovehole. Stiffening her tongue, she began to bob her head, tonguefucking the excited model as her thumbs ground on her exposed clit.

"OOHHHGODDDD. . . LAAANNNNAAA. . . .OOHHHHHAAA. . . YESSSS. . . . YESSSSS. . .OOOOOOOIIEEEE!"

Liza's hips began to jerk, fucking herself on Svevlana's tongue as she spiralled upward toward her hard zenith. Juices were beginning to coat Svevlana's pistoning tongue, wetting her chin and lips as she supped in Liza's percolating crotch.

"LAAAANNNNAAA.....OOOOHGODDDD....YESSSSS!" Liza screamed at a higher octave as she came, throwing her gushing crease in Svevlana's face like a banshee.

Svevlana sucked, riding Liza's bouncing slit with seasoned experience. She pressed down on her belly with her hands, pinning her somewhat as she lapped at Liza's trembling groin, tasting her familiar feminine cum.

Finally, minutes later, Svevlana climbed over Liza's still form, kissing her as the two bodies rolled onto their sides.

"Oh, that was so good," Liza sighed as she ran her fingers across Svevlana's cum-wet lips. "It's always so good with you."

Liza dipped her hand down between Svevlana's thighs and found her pussy, slick and ready for some reciprocal loving.

"Liza, I need to be fucked tonight," Svevlana told her. "Put on the belt and do me."

"My pleasure," Liza said, excited at the prospect of donning their strap-on dildo and pleasuring her lesbian tutor.

Svevlana watched Liza as she padded into the walk-in closet to dig through their collection of sexual aids. Closing her eyes, she thought of what man she would dream about when Liza was above her, pushing the dildo in and out of her horny hole.

A young man again came to mind and she wished he had not been the first she had thought of. . . .

Rico stepped from the cab, paid the driver and lit up a cigarette as the Renault sped away on another mission. He had been let out at the front door to his loft studio but he did not immediately go in. Instead, he walked along the Seine, trying to work out the confusion that was his life.

Liza looked so fine tonight. Why her? Why did she have to be my mother's lover?he asked himself for the hundredth, no, thousandth time.

He had first met Liza without knowing what her relationship was with his mother. He had stopped by his mother's home and this incredible English creature had let him in, entranced him all afternoon. He had been working up to a good moment to ask Liza out on a date when his mother had arrived and spoiled the moment.

At least, she spared me the embarrassment,he thought as he pulled his coat tighter around him and walked on.

He had not been able to get Liza alone after that. She had left on a modeling interview and then his mother had taken him out to dinner and then she had dropped the bomb on him.

To say he was stunned was an understatement. It never would have crossed his mind that she and his mother were more than roommates. She had done a good job keeping her bi-sexuality a secret all those years when he was growing up.

So now he was hopelessly infatuated with Liza, the women his mother shared a bed with. He saw no way out of the cage that his heart was in. Trying to win Liza would hurt his mother, so he kept his longings buried, fed off the angst for his paintings.

He looked up at the sound of boots approaching him on the river walkway. A smile broke out on his face when he saw who it was. At times such as this, he thought there might actually be a God.

"Bon jour, Rico," Joliette said softly as she came up to him. "Are you looking for date tonight? I'm making deals to get out of this cold."

Rico looked the women up and down. She did indeed look cold. She was wearing long boots that came up over her knees but her legs were bare, the pale skin looking even paler during winter. She wore a short skirt which had to let in a lot of the cold air. Her torso was wrapped in a gaudy white osterich-feather looking coat that may as well have said "WHORE" in neon lights.

Working the streets in the winter was a hard life for a prostitute - cover up too much and johns could not see what they were getting, not enough and you would be laid up with pneumonia.

Joliette was a regular feature of his neighborhood. Walking up and down the river, she specialized in welcoming sightseers to Paris and servicing the local artistic community.

Rico had bought her body on several occasions. He was too in love with Liza to try to date other women but he did need to have releases for all the lust that built up in his young body.

Joliette was maybe 35 or so; it was hard to tell and if he asked her, she would probably lie. She looked older than 35 though. Years of street life were wearing her down.

Still she was a full figured woman, reasonably average in looks and he had never been disappointed with her in the past.

"Yes, Joliette. I would very much like a date. Walk with me back to my place, won't you?"

"I knew I could count on my Rico," she said gratefully as she slipped her arm in his and they headed back the way he had come.

"Mmmmm...that is so good," Joliette sighed as she finished the brandy that Rico had given her to warm her working bones. Sitting on the end of his low bed, she placed the glass on the floor and motioned for Rico to come to her. "Come and let Joliette make you feel all better, baby."

In the dim light of the studio, Joliette looked very attractive to Rico. Gone were the lines on her face, the stare in the eyes of a working girl. She must have been a beautiful young woman sometime in the past.

He came to stand in front of her, between her widespread knees, and she went to work on his belt. He had already removed his shirt before pouring them a drink, so he watched her remove his pants, fantasizing that it was Liza.

Joliette had already removed all the clothes that she had to do her job - her coat, sweater top, bra, skirt and panties were flung over a nearby chair. She wore only her hose and a black garter belt that accentuated her pale skin. Her heavy breasts, now uncaged from her bra, sagged toward her belly. In her sitting position, the loose skin of her midriff had formed into rolls. Below that was the dark, hairy forest of her womanhood. Shaving had not apparently ever occurred to Joliette, like so many French woman.