THE ENCOUNTER - A NARRATIVE

'Big Tom' headed for the door with the entourage following him out. Sydney and Cindy were waiting eagerly for them as the men exited and were laughing like crazy. They had hit it off from the get-go.

Sydney and the asian persuasion (Cindy) scampered into the love shack and gazed at the ceiling. Cindy was mouth-jaw-dropped-open with her almond shaped visual apertures at round wide-eye open. Her voice was raspy and seductively soft as she said, "Wowwww - this is so coooool."

She swiveled her head and took in the sight of a flourish of red roses in a large crystal vase on the bureau and said, "Mirrors AND roses?!"

Sydney shrugged, "I get 'em a lot. My guys take very good care of me beyond the sex part.

Cindy chimed, "Bet that makes for a happy florist."

Sydney said casually, "Not really - they stop by Home Depot." She shrugged, "Saves money."

Cindy looked shocked and asked, "Home Depot?"

Sydney replied, "Yup - Home Depot. Two-dozen special. Everyday."

They went back to gazing at the mirrors. Sydney wiggled and giggled and said, "Sometimes if I concentrate on what I've seen up there with my eyes closed - I can get off."

Cindy's eyes slitted into deep concentration and with a smirk on her perfect cupid shaped mouth, she turned with her arms crossed under he almost pointy braless breasts in a shoulder's back power pose of a model and said, "I'll be damned - you're one like me. I never thought I would ever meet another one." pause "You're habitating with both of them aren't you?" She smiled ear to ear with total amusement.

Sydney looked sideways at Cindy with just her head in a curious and calm demeanor and then back at the mirrors. "That's right. They're mine. We share and share alike."

Cindy said, "You don't need relief?" "You don't need to bring in outside help?"

Sydney giggled and said, "Some of my sorority sisters expressed some curiosity and one of them even came over one night and the four of us went at it. Gawd I was so damned turned on. It was a damn carnival of licking, sucking, sticking and switching back and forth. She wouldn't come back after that though and nobody was curious after that." She shrugged. "Their loss."

She sneered, "Then there was once - we have this motel house-keeper that comes in a couple of times a week to clean the Den of Iniquity. I enticed her to do my stud-muffins for two sets of my Victoria's Secret ensembles and a couple pairs of fish-net stocking. I was so hot and turned on after watching them do her - when she left, I TORE - THEM- UP. Cripes - I was an animal."

"I understand it now and I cheerfully embrace it. I'm a nymph - oh - maniac - -pure and simple - - - and KNOW this - - I LIKE it and I have NO shame of it. - - It is what it is." pause "Ohhhh - the boundless joy."

Sometimes - but not always - I cum so hard I squirt. I get that excited."

She turned to Cindy. "Does that bother you? Do you understand it?" "I've never talked like this to anyone before. It feels - - - weird."

Cindys shoulders began to shake with suppressed laughter and she said, "I'm lusty myself - I'm just like you and you're just like me. Yeah - I understand it. I started realizing it about, oh - let's see now. Probably

age sixteen to seventeen, somewhere in there. We're special."

Cindy then stepped up to Sydney and slid a hand behind her head and the other around her waist to touch the hollow or her back - pressing their bodies, thighs and breasts into each other and kissed her longingly with flicks of tongue and Sydney responding without any resistance.

Cindy murmured, "Ever walk on the other side of the street bitch?"

Everything exploded! Sydney grabbed Cindy by one arm and flung her around in a helicopter spin and in the arc Cindy slammed into the open door slamming it shut and then three-sixtied her around and flung her sprawling onto the bed screaming, "I AM NOT A BITCH! I AM A LOT OF THINGS BUT I AM STILL A LADY. GAWDAM YOU!" "I AM A LADY" "DON'T YOU EVER FORGET THAT!" "YOU'RE THE BITCH!"

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Sydney yanked the last of the culottes off - the thong was just a torn rage - shoved Cindy to the center of the bed, grabbed her legs and yanked them apart and dove right in - - - - - - -

THE ENCOUNTER - A NARRATIVE

Burk ashford, author