Liz and Sarah’s room was on the third floor, the highest the hotel offered. It was spacious and, unlike many hotels, had the extra luxury of an ensuite bathroom.

After dropping her case by the bed and slipping off her high heels, Liz wandered to the window and pulled back the curtains. In doing so, she flooded the room with the early winter sunlight.

Below her was the hotel's long garden stretching out to the fields, which covered the hill beyond. A flock of sheep was chewing on the grass in the nearest one.

Close to the hotel was a covered swimming pool, though Liz knew that, due to the time of year, the water would have long since been drained. Although she had never stayed in this room, Liz couldn't help but think of Daisy, the sadness of their last stay and the following breakup.

“Sarah, you can just see the sea from here, though I think they are pushing it to call it a sea view.”

Liz was looking to her extreme left, her face almost touching the window's glass.

Sarah reminded Liz, "The room's description mentions a partial sea view," a giggle creeping into her voice.

It made Liz turn her face towards her girlfriend and chuckle, “I should have guessed.”

“I have a needy pussy!”

Sarah was standing there, dressed only in her dark thigh-high stockings and black stiletto shoes.

“You are beautiful,” Liz remarked as her eyes devoured her girlfriend’s naked body, her pussy now tingling in expectation.

Sarah smiled at the compliment. She was horny but had time to look out of the window and see the view.

It was with a swift, almost desperate motion that Liz clutched Sarah’s arm, and the couple kissed passionately. Then, with a grin, Liz pushed her naked girlfriend against the window, her bare breasts flattening against the cold glass.

“So, you liked to be exposed? How does that feel, Sarah?"

“You’re right, you can see the sea,” she giggled, purposefully avoiding her girlfriend’s questions and then slightly opening her legs, hoping.

“Oh, you like little games; then how about this?” Liz’s voice was now low but commanding.

While she remained fully clothed, Liz gently ran a single finger down her younger girlfriend’s spine; as she did so, Sarah’s eyes became alive, her body so ready for this sensual touch. Downwards, Liz’s finger trekked, and as it did, little sparks of sexual energy radiated into Sarah’s body. Onwards, it travelled into the crack in the younger woman’s bottom and then slowed, almost hanging there as it lightly brushed Sarah’s tight rosebud.

The delicate touch caused Sarah to both push back against Liz’s finger and then release a groan, born more in frustration than in desire.

“Don’t move,” Liz commanded. “Show the world your gorgeous tits.”

Sarah couldn’t help it; she chuckled, “I think the sheep are enjoying them.”

The comment brought a sharp, unexpected smack on Sarah’s bare bottom, and then without any warning, Liz pushed two fingers straight into her girlfriend’s wet cunt. It was an action that caused Sarah to emit a loud, guttural moan.

“Is that what you want?” Liz quietly hissed. It was a question that did not need an answer.

While making sure Sarah’s voluptuous breasts were being pushed hard against the window glass, Liz slowly worked her fingers in and out of her young girlfriend’s needy cunt. She was purposely finger-fucking her, reminding Sarah what was to come—that she liked to be in charge in the bedroom.

Then, with her girlfriend’s pussy soaked and making discreet squelching sounds, she, almost heartlessly, swiftly removed her fingers from Sarah’s wanton hole.

Sarah let out a cry in frustration.

“Undress me.” Liz’s two words were soft yet assuring.

Sarah turned; her nipples were hard and erect, not just from pressing on the cold glass but also because she was highly aroused. For her, the whole day had been hours of foreplay, and now she needed Liz’s touch. It was with a surge of urgency that Sarah’s blue eyes flicked to Liz’s hazel ones; she had never been asked to disrobe a lover before.

“Undress me, Sarah.” Liz’s words now felt like more of an order. Her smile was still warm, though its corners now seemed to curl up, almost cruelly.

She did as requested, though her hand suddenly felt weak, her fingers now slightly trembling as she released each jacket button. There was a yearning to just rip it open, her pussy so wet she felt its essence leaking, and yet it still burnt with desire.

Sarah craved to thrust a hand down there, between her legs, and just masturbate.

It seemed to take forever, but Sarah finally discarded the suit jacket, throwing it onto the bed almost in relief. Her attention then turned to Liz’s white blouse, which showed a hint of an ornate white lace bra underneath.

“Aren’t you going to hang my jacket up in the wardrobe?” Liz questioned, raising an eyebrow as she did so.

They both knew this was another subtle test, Liz pushing her girlfriend's submissive sexual buttons to gauge Sarah's level of attentiveness.

Soon after, she placed the blouse neatly on the next-door hanger. As she did so, Sarah couldn’t help saying, “Don’t think I’m going to be doing this every time you take me to bed.”

“We’ll see about that,” Liz retorted, with a smile, “though I have to say, I am very much enjoying the view of your backside. You do have the most delicious-looking bottom, which I am planning to soon taste.”

“Please do,” Sarah giggled, enjoying both the thought and the compliment. With those words, she returned to her older girlfriend and asked, “Bra or skirt?”

“I think today it will be the latter.”

Now almost salivating in anticipation, Sarah undid the two buttons at the rear of the skirt and then peeled down the zip. She then returned to Liz’s front and dropped to her knees, her face now level with Liz’s vagina. Sarah then let the skirt fall to the floor, and as it did so, it revealed her older girlfriend's matching white bikini knickers, her dark pubic curls visible through them.

Impulsively, Sarah kissed Liz right on her pubic mound, causing the older lady to jump and then join in with her young girlfriend’s giggle.

Now standing, Sarah exclaimed, “So you like wearing stockings too.”

She was looking at Liz’s garter belt, suspenders hanging from it, their dark colour so different from the white lacy panties that resided over them.

“When I can, though it is not always practical when I am working… Remember, I am married, with children, and a senior executive at a well-known US pharmaceutical company.”

“Yes, a senior executive who likes to bed girls like me!” Sarah chirped in.

“Maybe…” she replied, laughing.

“Liz, have you got your camera here?”

“Of course, I have, though I would prefer this date to be more about us getting to know one another than taking photographs. However, having said all that, I want to take a few special pictures of you later.”

Sarah giggled at the thought. She had always readily posed for nude pictures.

Taking raunchy photos of each other and then sharing them with their partners had continually been part of their sex games. It was even featured in Liz's adult magazine advertisement, the one which Sarah had responded to.

“It’s for David. I want to photograph you dressed as you are; you look hot and sexy… You know he wants to fuck you?”

“I know,” Liz replied, thinking back to how David had subtly made that clear at the Grapevine pub.

She then asked, “Don’t you get jealous sharing him?”

“Not really, as I try not to think about it. As you know, we have agreed to an open relationship, and that is why I wear the anklet. When it is around my ankle, it means I am free to play with either men or women… Though in my case, I prefer it to be one particular slightly dominant lady.”

“At least you didn’t say old,” Liz injected, which brought a smile from Sarah.

With the camera in her hand, Sarah was looking at Liz, who smiled. She took a photo. Then another one, this time with Liz’s legs spread wide, her panties obviously damp and leaving only the most private of her parts to the imagination.

“That’s enough for now, Sarah. I want to feel your tongue, and after I cum, I promise to fuck you just how you prefer—with my strap-on.”

Sarah put the camera to one side and pulled down her girlfriend’s knickers.

With a giggle, she threw them on the windowsill and exclaimed, “Whoops, I seem to have missed the wardrobe!” And then softly added, "You won't need them again, anyway."

After briefly breathing in Liz’s essence, she kissed the curls on her mound and dipped lower as her tongue found her girlfriend's slit. It was an action that caused Liz to moan and spread her legs even wider. Sarah’s fingers were now pulling her pussy apart, her tongue expertly lapping her most intimate and intoxicating place.

Sarah was now no stranger to a woman’s pussy, Liz being the fourth lady she had been with. Initially, she licked with long, deliberate licks, almost teasing, and then followed it with short, faster laps as her tongue continued to explore between Liz's dark curls.

She teased, working around her clitoris, not quite touching, and then dipped lower, tasting Liz’s delicious nectar. Her older girlfriend's muffled cries told Sarah everything she needed to know. She wanted Liz to ride that wave of ecstasy; it was a journey that she knew oh so well.

Then, just as Liz smothered another cry, Sarah slipped her tongue lower and slid into the tangy essence of her rosebud, lapping it before giving it a probe.

This sexual action was something she had never done before with Liz, but her girlfriend seemed to enjoy the touch. So Sarah probed once again, this time harder, before moving up to Liz’s pussy, slipping a finger into her well-lubricated hole as she did.

With one finger, Sarah fucked Liz’s pussy, her mouth still just lapping and tasting her girlfriend’s essence. Then she added a second, her tongue now moving up towards her ultimate goal—Liz’s engorged clitoris and the inevitable climax when she touched it.

Liz groaned, “Lick me, you bitch; lick me. Let me cum.”

She knew Sarah was having fun, edging her with that elusive climax so close, and Liz briefly thought her girlfriend had become skilled at this. There was another slow lick; then the slow pistoning fingers began to rotate and press against the front wall of her vagina.

“Oh fuck,” Liz loudly gasped, the whole room now filled with the raucous sound of sex.

With a knowing thought, Sarah’s tongue gently flicked Liz’s clit, causing a guttural scream to erupt from her older lover’s mouth as an orgasm ripped through her body.

As she came, Liz’s hands gripped the bedsheet, her thighs clamped around Sarah’s head as she flooded her young blonde girlfriend’s mouth with her nectar.

"Fuck, you got good at that," Liz panted.

“It’s all the practice you are giving me.”

Sarah lifted her head and smiled as she looked at her older lover. She once again kissed Liz’s pubic mound and then slowly worked her way up her older girlfriend’s still-recovering body, leaving little kisses on it as she went.

When Sarah reached Liz’s lips, she exclaimed, “I think it’s time you honoured your promise, as my needy pussy desires your black strap-on cock!”

Liz was very aware of Sarah's preference for sex involving penetration, as they had discussed it at length during the first night they slept together. She had almost purred when her girlfriend told her, as she was very much the opposite.

The older woman preferred to wear one, as she enjoyed the sense of entitlement every time she donned a strap-on dildo. Liz loved that commanding feeling when she fucked her girlfriends hard and deep; it gave her a sense of power and control. That was something that she liked, and it was deeply rooted within her very core.

Liz undid her case, removed her stockings, and put on her sturdy harness and black strap-on cock. Then she climbed back onto the bed and briefly cuddled the increasingly impatient Sarah, who soon had her mouth wrapped around the plastic phallus, licking it as if it were real.

“I have some lube to put on it, but first, I want a little taste of you,” Liz whispered as she stood and walked around to the end of the bed.

Sarah spread her legs and then opened her bald pussy to show Liz her wetness.

“Do you think I need lube?” She was dripping with anticipation.

Liz smiled and dropped between Sarah’s legs, her long tongue soon having her girlfriend bouncing on the bed in a series of mini climaxes. Then, as hinted, she dipped lower, briefly leaving Sarah’s flooded cunt and licking her arsehole, the action bringing renewed cries of pleasure from her female lover.

With an air of authority, she then adjusted her position and eased her strap-on cock into Sarah’s eager and wanton cunt.

In a series of short, slow thrusts, Liz started to fuck Sarah, realising that her girlfriend had been right—she didn’t need the lube. It was not long before her strokes became longer, with nearly all eight inches of the fake cock inside her, Sarah's sexual cries now loud and rhythmic.

Liz felt in control of her girlfriend’s body as they looked at one another, the older woman on top, her smaller tits and their long nipples brushing Sarah’s sensitive ones as they fucked. There was an intimacy there, a connection, each thrust bringing Sarah closer to her much-needed orgasm.

With urgency, they slightly changed their sexual position, Sarah’s legs now resting on Liz’s shoulders. It allowed the full eight inches of Liz’s black strap-on to deeply penetrate her blonde girlfriend.

Sarah realised with each long, probing stroke what she had been missing in her sex life—the touch of another older, more dominant woman.

Then, with a primaeval groan, Sarah came. Her orgasm caused her to shudder and squirt as her legs pulled Liz and her strap-on cock towards her. As she did so, there was a moment where the two women looked at one another, a real understanding of what each other wanted in their intimacy.

“I needed that,” Sarah whispered between strong but laboured breaths.

Liz’s strap-on cock was still deep inside her as she brought her legs down to rest on the bed. Their missionary fuck had temporarily satisfied her needy pussy, but she knew that wasn’t the end of the sex for the day.

Carefully, Liz extracted the fake cock from Sarah and then took off the harness. She jumped naked into bed and joined Sarah, who had done the same, having removed her stockings and shoes but kept the anklet on.

The two lovers snuggled up and cuddled, each temporarily sexually satisfied.

With the bedcovers now over them, Liz rolled between Sarah’s parted legs. She wanted to look at her beautiful girlfriend’s face while kissing and talking. She loved this part of sex: the afterglow and then the cuddling up and having some pillow talk.

Sarah loved it, too, especially the cuddling.

“Feeling better,” Liz whispered before kissing her younger girlfriend.

"I think you're turning me gay," Sarah quietly giggled.

“Wouldn’t that be a good thing?”

“I don’t know, maybe. However, I love David, and sometimes this place and even the two of us make me feel like we're not in the real world.”

“Sarah, I love Derek, but he knows and accepts my preference to have sex with other women. Maybe David is the same and would be happy if you carry on sleeping just with women.”

“I don’t know, Liz… We have never discussed anything long-term."

“You have never mentioned it, but do you prefer a certain type of man?”

“Older, I guess,” was Sarah’s only reply; the older lady had expected a lot more.

With another kiss, Liz looked into the deep blue eyes of her younger girlfriend. It had bothered her that she hadn’t asked more questions about her husband. Then, as she delved deeper, she realised that a lot was going on behind the blueness of Sarah’s eyes, important things that she wasn’t yet quite ready to open up and say.

So, Liz changed tack and softly asked, “Do you want to know anything about Derek?”

Sarah’s eyes seemed to flicker as she processed the question, and in a whisper, she replied. “I know he is older, but I wouldn’t mind knowing the size of his cock.”

Liz was surprised at the question but smiled and answered, “You won’t be disappointed in that department, as he is well-endowed.”

“Is his cock ten inches long?”

“Not quite that size, but he is big with a good girth. As I said, you won’t be disappointed.”

Liz then kissed her girlfriend to back up her answer, thinking Sarah must be a size queen. However, she did not understand why her younger girlfriend had not bombarded her with questions about her husband.

It seemed Sarah was quite happy to sleep with Derek, not having met or even seen a picture of him. That was so different from her, as she would never consider having sex with a man without at least meeting him first.

The two women continued to kiss, talk, and then touch each other's naked bodies.

Then, with their passion building again, Liz slid down the bed, her mouth finding its way between Sarah’s now spread legs. Her tongue was soon licking her girlfriend’s bald slit, tasting her succulent nectar in a similar way her young, blonde girlfriend had done to her earlier.

It wasn’t long before Sarah started to cum. Liz’s long tongue seemed to know all the right places to touch, Sarah’s body almost bouncing and her hands gripping the bedsheet, just like Liz had done earlier.

“Fuck, Liz, you really are turning me gay,” Sarah whimpered as Liz reappeared after bringing her girlfriend to yet another orgasm, her second since she had gone down on her.

After a cuddle, Sarah asked, “Do you want me to return the favour?”

“Later, Sarah, as I want to take you into town before it gets dark… Do you mind if I have a cigarette?”

“I didn’t know you smoked,” Sarah questioned, surprised.

“People think I don’t sleep with girls, either! But you're right, and I don’t smoke very often. You could look at it this way. Sleeping with another woman and having an occasional cigarette are my secret pleasures, though aren’t you just as guilty when it comes to both of those two sins?”

“Maybe… David might not mind me sleeping with another woman, but he hates me smoking. So now when I smoke, I try to do it discreetly.”

“There are many things we women can do discreetly without our loved ones knowing.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. Without specifically saying it, she knew Liz was hinting at her fucking Derek behind her boyfriend’s back.

As they both sat up in bed, the covers fell away; this allowed their breasts to pop out from under the sheets and become completely exposed.

“Do you want one?” Liz asked as she held out her green pack of Moore cigarettes.

Sarah took one and then examined it. The cigarette was very different from the ones she normally smoked. It was very long, measuring 120 mm, thin, and black in colour, with two circular gold bands running around it near the filter.

“These look strange. Are you sure they are cigarettes?”

“Yes, menthol; I prefer them.”

"Is this the reason you chose a smoking room?" Sarah questioned.

"Yes, I knew you smoked, and having a girlfriend who smokes is something I find sexy.”

“So, are you asking me to smoke?”

"I won't ask that, as we both know it is unhealthy… I never smoke at home or work, but I do find it relaxing… A guilty pleasure, if you like.”

Liz lit her cigarette and then slowly released the smoke before continuing…

“I don’t know why, but I find having a girlfriend who smokes, like Daisy did, to be suggestive and sexually stimulating. You could say watching a girl smoke is a fetish of mine.”

“So, Daisy smoked,” Sarah remarked, getting slightly tired of being compared to Liz’s ex-girlfriend.

Liz sensed it.

“She did, but Sarah, you are not Daisy… She’s my past, and you’re my future. Anyway, as I have already mentioned, you are way more beautiful than her—for me, you are unique!”

Sarah couldn’t help smiling at that reply and lit the cigarette.

“These are mellow,” she remarked after taking a few draws.

“That’s why I like them,” Liz replied, her eyes now staring at Sarah as she smoked.

“I need to take some photos of you smoking… You look so sexy!”

“Just don’t send them to David.”

Liz smiled. She then got her camera and took a dozen pictures of Sarah in various erotic poses, each one featuring her smoking a cigarette.

As the camera clicked, Sarah thought back to the series of photographs she had modelled naked in, where her smoking had featured heavily. It was when she had posed in David’s factory's backyard under the old-fashioned security light. The pictures taken then were now splashed all over the country on bedroom posters and billboards.

She thought, perhaps Liz was right — smoking could be sexy.

Sarah stubbed the cigarette out and asked, “Is the photoshoot over?"

“Almost. I have one more photo to take, and this one is for Derek’s eyes only. He keeps telling me that he can’t believe someone as young and beautiful as you would allow him to fuck them, especially without a condom.”

Sarah laughed at receiving the compliment and said, “As you declared, maybe I am unique.”

“Look, Sarah, this photo and the ones where you are smoking, I am not going to send to David. Are you okay with that?”

"It's only a few pictures, Liz… As you mentioned earlier, David doesn't need to know everything."

Liz smiled and then retrieved a piece of A4 paper from her handbag.

It also had the day's date written on it.

“Derek, I promise you that you can fuck me in this hole and cum in it as often as you want, Sarah.” An arrow was pointing downwards.

Looking at that piece of paper again, Sarah realised that it was getting serious, and Liz seemed to be just as eager for her to fuck her husband as he was to fuck her.

“Just to clarify, you won’t mind me having sex with your husband. No jealousy?”

It was a similar question to what Liz had asked her earlier.

“I loaned him out before, Sarah. But honestly, I have never seen him so desperate to fuck another woman. It is almost comical, especially as he knows he needs my permission.”

“I see; anything else?”

“Let’s just say he has been very attentive to me lately,” Liz chuckled, the two ladies briefly laughing together.

Sarah looked at the A4 piece of paper once again and then added two lines.

It now read…

"Dear Derek, you can fuck me in this hole and cum in it as often as you want, Sarah.

But only if my boyfriend, David, gives his approval.

P.S. This will only be fucking; there will be no sleeping together, as that is too intimate.”

Liz knowingly smiled and asked, “What if David doesn’t agree?”

“Just let me work on him, but I do admit it might take some time to win him around… Remember, Liz, you will almost certainly need to spread those delightful legs of yours for my boyfriend. David is always telling me he prefers to join in rather than just watch, even if I am sometimes not so sure.”

“I know,” Liz replied, though she was uncertain if she would go through with it.

Sarah continued… “We also need to remember there is still a lot we don’t know about each other. So if we are going to bring Derek into this ongoing lesbian relationship, we will need to spend more time together.”

“And if David still doesn’t agree?” Liz tentatively questioned.

"I think we will need to cross that bridge when we reach it."

“And you still don’t want to know more about my husband?”

“Not really; I find the idea hot, offering my body fully to someone that I have never seen and barely know. Maybe that is a fetish of mine!”

Liz smiled, though she was both surprised and slightly shocked at what Sarah had just said. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to fuck David, as he wasn’t her type, but she did want her girlfriend and her husband to get together—even regularly.

With that, Sarah held up the sign in front of her stomach. She made sure the arrow on it pointed directly to her bare slit below as she spread her legs and smiled.

There was a click as Liz took the photo.

“While you are at it, you might as well do the other two orifices, as I guess I have become a bit of a tart.”

Sarah held the sign and opened her mouth. Liz took the photo.

The final picture was of Sarah pulling apart her bottom, exposing her arsehole to both the camera and, therefore, Derek; the piece of paper was now carefully stuck to the small of her back.

With the impromptu photoshoot over, Sarah announced, “Let’s get into town, as I feel I need to buy some of your menthol cigarettes.”

Liz chuckled, “I will be paying for them!”

Author's Note: All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+ ©2025 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.