Orgy of Orgies: Lipstick Lesbians with the Fantastic Fags

Then it was my turn to disrobe. I was just the opposite of the other women who had just been on the chair. I had on bikini panties but since my breasts are so firm I usually only wear a bra at the gym. So I was fully nude except for my new Nikes as I assumed my position for the pussy waxing. Cybil took her position in the chair between my legs, with obviously no consideration that she was ever going to put her own robe back on. When she ran her fingers through my curly naturally-red bush, she purred and said she would save as much of the unique and beautiful pubic hair she could. Then she said there was one other area on a woman's body where the skin was so sensitive it could best feel for smoothness. She said that when women approve she uses her breasts in addition to her cheek to check for smoothness. I said sure, that would be fine for me (good thing I was sitting down, as my knees reached further weakness by that time).

Cybil removed her bra, stood up, and rubbed her breasts against my breasts, telling me to observe how sensitive the skin is there. As if I didn't know! Then she noticed that my pussy was litterally dripping onto the carpet. Cybil said that she was bi and asked if the reaction she saw meant that I was bi too. She looked disappointed when I answered, "No, I'm not bi." But that was my trick as I boldly followed that I'm not bi because I only make love with women. Cybil then told me she was not originally scheduled to do my pubic wax but was brought in by the boss because she thought we might have fun together. I told her she was adorable but that I only wanted casual flings for awhile. Cybil convinced me that she felt the same, then she said that she had to clean my pussy a little before we start and asked if she could use her tongue to begin. With my quick approval, she was muff-diving away as the boss checked in. She told Cybil that she approved of the attention and technique she was putting into her job.

It was fun having the boss watch as Cybil got me off several times, but my pussy then was even wetter than before we started. The boss said we should take a polaroid of the beautiful red bush before it's gone for good. I had no will of my own by that time and even agreed that she could take a bunch of pictures to frame for this room, so other customers could see the different looks. We even shaved my bush into special shapes to give customers choices to look at if they were reluctant to go for the full waxing. About twelve of the pictures are matted and displayed in an antique frame in the waxing room to this day, and I remain honored and turned on by having my pussy being viewed in such an artistic way.

Anyhow, Cybil finished her work that first day, and I was happy to follow her now to the new massage studio in the garden pool house. The encounter there was as perfect as I could have expected, and we wound up skinny-dipping together in the warm pool before and after the massage. I felt that by this time, it was my turn to eat pussy, so I had Cybil spread her legs at the end of the diving board as I pulled my face up from the water and sucked and licked her to so many orgasms she eventually fell back into the pool. So you can see, by the time I'm going to bump into Gretchen on that Friday, I had worked myself into such a lusting mood I felt I would burst. I enjoyed the flings and the orgasms, but I really really needed to fall in love with a lesbian as soon as I could.

My afternoon ended with a purchase of a new wardrobe at Victoria's Secret. I actually tried on all sorts of translucent panties to see how my freshly bare pussy would look. When one of the sales girls asked if I needed help by calling into the dressing room, I said yes, if she didn't mind stepping in and giving me a neutral opinion, but I warned her that the stuff I was trying was very revealing. She said, "no problem," and stepped in. She had some good observations and it did not seem wierd at all for me to strip and try new outfits for her to observe. She even said the other girls are cool with advising on these things too and she offered the office for us to have more room. When I said, "sure," she casually took all my things and walked to the office. At that point I had on no bra or panties, just some new high, high heels and some French-lace hose, with the heels and hose just a very light shade of lilac.

Afraid to come out, I waited. Pretty soon another sales girl figured out what had happened and called that they had no other customers in the store and it would be just fine if I came out because, as she said, "we see bare skin all the time around here, it's no big deal, so let's go." I strutted out and two of the girls held my hand to usher me into the office, but just then another sales girl walked around the corner with a load of boxes so high she didn't see us. Collision, and the boxes with all the expensive imported lace lingerie spilled all around me. They were afraid to move for fear of damaging the garments, so I agreed to help them rebox the items right away, and it actually felt kinky cool to be working casually among the girls while wearing only hose and heals.

One girl noticed my bare pussy and said she had seen quite a few but none nearly as smooth as mine. I said if I had my purse I could give her the card of a good place to have such done, but that had been taken to the office. She laughed but asked if she could feel me. I told her that at this point she might as well and that if things progressed as they were that I'd soon be prancing around the whole mall with nothing on. All the girls had to have their feel, all pretending that they only wanted to find a place like that for themselves. As it turned out there was at least another customer in the place as a woman stepped out of the other dressing room wearing crotchless panties and a bra cut below her nipples. She said she couldn't help overhearing and that she'd like both some advice on her own wardrobe choices and also to check out this bare pussy they all were raving about. The coolest thing is that the customer could have been my older sister -- same firey red hair, similar figure, but about 35 years old. She still had the beautiful red bush.

Well, we all wound up in the office, and by the time that adventure was over, my Amex card was up another $1,000 and I had my pussy felt many times. There was no other sex there, but that actually was part of the excitement -- just me and the other customer stripping and redressing over and over again with oohs and ahs coming from the sales girls when the outfits really worked. One of the sales girl's oohs and ahs, however, did not come when I was in the perfect outfit, but when I was naked between outfits. After I checked out, she ran after me with a gift of some expensive perfume. She said it was a gift from the store, but I sensed, so to speak, that she had bought it herself. She gave me her card and said she would be happy to bring any exchanges I might like right to my apartment if I wanted. Pretending to be firm with her, I told her to help me carry the packages to my car and that we would see about some things. I was borrowing my mother's Lexus so I was parked in a secluded part of the mall so it would not get scratched. After we put the packages in the trunk, I grabbed the sales girl and french kissed her long and hard, and I hoped maybe that some people might even drive by and wonder if they really saw what they saw. She was so turned on, she offered me money if should could kiss my smooth pussy. At no charge, my mom's back seat got a few extra scents added over the next 30 minutes. Her tongue was so talented, I often arranged for exchanges with the personal touch from then on.

Wow, I can't believe all that happened to me on the day Gretchen and I first began our love affair. But after Victoria's Secret, the workout, the spa, and all that, there I was being asked out by the woman of my dreams. I was wearing the perfume the sales girl had given me and one of the sexiest of the outfits I had just bought. I had no clue I would be meeting Gretchen, I just wanted to look sexy for myself that night. Gretchen herself was absolutely stunningly dressed, and it was obvious that we were wearing the same perfume (not knowing mine was a gift, she remarked that I must make pretty good money or have a rich boyfriend to wear such an expensive, rare, and exotic French perfume, and that she only wore hers on special occasions). For Gretchen, happy hour with the phone sex women had been one of her "special occasions" for many months because they always, it turns out, led to a full weekend of lesbian orgy after the happy hours, at guess where, at the home/mansion of my beautician (and I always wondered why she was closed on Saturdays).

Anyhow, my first happy hour with the girls went great. All were more openly bi or lez than even me. All made fun of some the male jerk-off jerks they got calls from, but I made them agree that some of the guys really were different, more deep, and much more interesting, and that if I were into guys some might actually be okay. Gretchen seemed to hang on every word of my stories, and because of her sexy voice and just plain sexiness altogether, I sure hung on every word and every gesture of hers. It was obvious that Gretchen and I were the most educated and sophisticated of the phone girls so I was sure hoping the dinner would be the beginning of a perfect relationship for me. It turns out that Gretchen and I have both toured Europe several times and have developed a refined taste for good wine. Gretchen bought, and since the happy hour place we chose was one of the highest class places in Boston, we tried quite a few, starting of course with the dry reds, dry whites, then the rare and delicate ice wines.

The place was not girl-only by any means, and many men tried cutting into our clique of partying cunts, only to be politely but firmly told this was a special night for us to talk shop together and that our work was highly confidential but genuinely interesting. The guys just kept staring from afar, but they left us alone with their tongues hanging out, hoping, it seemed, that they'd get another chance on another day. It did not take long for me to get a little drunk on the wine, and extremely drunk on Gretchen's beautiful body, beautiful voice, beautiful intelligence, beautiful everything. I let myself fall completely in love right then and there, and when Gretchen asked how my day had been, I said, "what the hell," and told her all the fantastic details. But first I told her I had been in love with her since I first saw her in the gym, that the love was made ever-lasting when I first heard her voice, and that all my previous adventures were only in anticipation of, and practice for, meeting someone like her.