“Oh, no,” Belinda groaned to herself, “not now, please not now, I don’t have time for this right now.” But no amount of pleading or denial would change the basic facts, she was a lesbian fem who, although she lived alone and all of her lesbian friends were fems, once every two or three months got the uncontrollable urge to be taken by a bull dyke and just be plain dominated. When the urge struck her, her frilly panties would be drenched with a flow of pussy juice that was almost overwhelming. She looked at the clock on her office wall and commented, “Shit, still two hours to go until five,” as she dabbed the sweat from her forehead, “please, clock go,” she pleaded.

This was the one day of the year Molly hated to go shopping. No, she hadn’t lost her feminine drive to load up her credit card buying the latest fashions, it was just that this was the day she had to buy her new bathing suit for the up coming season. “May I help you dear,” the middle aged sales lady asked as Molly was checking out a rack full of brightly colored bikinis. “Uh, yes, please,” Molly replied, “I need a new suit and I was just looking to see if any of these were my size.” The lady looked her over for a second and asked, “About a size four?” “Yes,” Molly replied. “Follow me, please,” the lady replied, Molly dutifully trailed along until they stopped by a large display of quite attractive suits in the rear of the store. “After you’ve selected three or four,” the lady offered, “you can try them on over there in the dressing room.” Molly thanked her, and after about fifteen minutes she had found three models that she wished to try on. She was just entering a vacant dressing room, when much to her surprise, the sales lady slipped in behind her and closed the door behind them. “What are you doing in here,” Molly demanded, “I’m quite capable of trying them on by myself!” The lady smiled softly, and in a gentle tone replied, “I know you can, dear, I just wanted to help you out, don’t worry, I do this all of the time. A second ago she had been a little hot under the collar, but after hearing the almost lilting voice of the sales lady reassuring her, Molly lost all of her resolve and began slipping out of her tee shirt and jeans.

It was so hot and sticky, Angela was sure that the other riders of the bus could smell it as well. Her cunt, her pussy, her quim, call it what you liked, but at this very moment, Angela’s vagina was leaking like a dripping water faucet. Now if she had worn panties, well then maybe no one would have noticed, but Angela never wore panties, because, well because she was what in polite circles was called an exhibitionist. At this very moment Angela had made eye contact with a middle aged man who was seated across from her. Her eyes barely flickered, but when she dropped them nonchalantly to her lap, she casually spread her legs, giving him an eye full of inner thigh and closely cropped pussy fur. His eyes went from her crotch back to her face, but he immediately knew that she wanted him to look, just by the smirking little half smile that crossed her lips. He wet his lips with his tongue, glanced around to see if anyone else was watching, and then let his gaze fall to Angela’s nether region. For the next five minutes he stared at the plump brown haired slit, only taking his eyes off it to see if anyone had discovered his furtive activity. When they were almost to Angela’s stop, she shifted her weight slightly, and then flexed her cunt muscles, causing her lips to bulge in and out, separating slightly to give a glimpse of her pink crack. Angela thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, so she smirked at him again and gave him one final pussy flex for good measure. She then closed her legs and stood up to exit the bus, giving him a lilting, “Have a nice day, sir,” as she breezed past him, out the door, and onto the street.

Maureen O’Connell strolled leisurely down the pier, taking in all the sights and sounds that surrounded the departure of a luxury cruise ship. A native New Yorker, Mo had spent the last several days cruising South Beach and enjoying the Miami sun, and boy, this was living, the middle of February and the temperature had been hovering in the mid 70’s. As Mo walked past her, the Molly Dee gleamed sparkling white against the azure blue Florida sky, all 790 feet of her. The brochure that her travel agent had given her didn’t do the big liner justice, she looked absolutely fantastic. Mo had been planning this trip for over a year, and now that it was here, she could hardly believe it. Lugging her suitcase on board, Mo was met by a the purser, a pretty young woman, who looked at her ticket, handed her a detailed map of the ship, and informed her where her cabin was located. “Two flights up,” Mo mumbled out loud, while she rode the elevator to the promenade deck. Walking down a long corridor, she stopped at cabin 328 and tried her key, the tumblers moved smoothly, and in another second she was in her room. She was supposed to have a berth partner, but it looked like no one else had been in the room, so Mo selected the bed that stood under the porthole. She was gazing through the window when the door opened and a vivacious woman of about thirty breezed into the cabin. “Hi,” the woman said, while dumping her luggage on the other bed, “my name’s Veronica Stuart, but everyone calls me Ronnie!” Mo, extending her hand, introduced herself, and asked Ronnie if she cared about which bed wanted. “Nah, either one’s fine with me, by the way,” she went on, “did you get a load of the purser, what a knock out!” Mo nodded her head and added, “From what I’ve seen so far, all of the crew, including the captain are women, there won’t be a single male on board for the whole cruise!” “Alright,” said an enthused Ronnie, “a whole boat full of lezzies, I can hardly wait.”

“Mm, this looks nice,” April said as she held up a pink baby’s christening dress, “that is if I have a little girl.” She was just about to pick up a matching blue outfit when someone on the other side of the table asked, “Is that you, April?” “Who is it?” she asked while trying to focus on the questioner. “It’s me, Lin Park, you know from college, back then I was Lin Yamana.” “Lin,” April cried, “how long has it been, four years, now?” as she walked around the table to meet her old college chum. “Gosh it’s good to see you again,” Lin offered as the two women gave each other a big hug. “You too,” April gushed, “I see you’re in the same condition I am.” “Yup,” Lin replied, “I’m due in about five weeks, what about you?” “Six, but all of my sisters had their first one a week early, so I’m ready for anything,” she replied with a laugh, “Is this your first, too?” “Uh huh,” Lin replied, “do you know what yours is gonna be yet, Tom and I didn’t want to know.” “Us either,” April answered quickly, “that would take half the fun out of it!” “Say,” April said brightly, “I have my car right outside the store and I don’t live too far away, why don’t you come over and we’ll have some coffee and reminisce about old times?” Lin checked her watch and after thinking about it for a moment replied, “Sure, why not, Tom has to work late tonight anyway, let’s go.”

Kathy stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Mark picked her up to go to the movies. As luck would have, however, at five to five another customer walked through the door. Kathy groaned to herself, “Why me?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirls were free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated in the try on chairs. Kathy moved towards the fiftyish lady who was by now looking at a display of high healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” “Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black patent leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kathy directed the woman to sit down so she could measure her foot.

"You need to get out and have some fun Sarah." I just shrugged my shoulders. Greg was right; I did need to get out. All I've done for the past forever is work and come home. I haven't had a 'significant other' since me and Mandy broke up. I admit it; I tried to hide it all in my work. He patted my back, "I'm making you go to the club tonight and there's nothing you can say or do to avoid it." That's my roommate, always looking out for me. I sighed and asked what time I was being kidnapped. He chuckled, "Alright Sarah, if it's by force then that's the way it has to be. I want to leave here in about an hour, so go get ready."

Rachel was bone tired as she lay in the hot bath she had just drawn. Her whole body ached from the pounding it had taken during this afternoon’s practice. Rachel was a starting forward on a women’s professional basketball team out of Chicago, and Coach Jim Danvers had worked them to death after last night’s embarrassing home loss to Detroit. He had a right be upset; they really had stunk.

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I wanted to get showered early so I would get a good start on my first day as a camp counselor. The first set of campers would not show up for two weeks yet, but there was preliminary work to do, and I had never been a camp counselor before. I nervously stepped out from my cabin, wearing only a robe and beach sandals, and headed for the communal shower/toilet that served this cluster of cabins. I hadn’t walked around out in the open naked for a year or so and wearing just the robe began to get me horny. Being early, I would be able to get some relief in the shower.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked. “Yeah, just lemme grab a few other things and I’ll meet you at the car.” I picked up my bags and headed for the trunk. Ahh this weekend was going be great. We were off to see some friends from college. We hadn’t found time since graduation for all of us to get together until now. It had been almost two years. I couldn’t help but wonder if either of them had changed. I wondered if they would freak out once they found out that Stefanie and I weren’t just ‘good friends’. I never know how anyone will react when they see us together, two women holding hands, obviously in love. Oh well, she and I were happy and that’s all that mattered to me.