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Subject: Ghost Hunting in Derby (Adult Friends F/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author’s Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2002 Jan. All Rights Reserved. Please mail to: ail if you have suggestions for future chapters. Ghost Hunting in Derby By Jan My name is Wendy and I live in the city of Derby, Derbyshire, England. I live on Sadler Gate in a nice old brick apartment. I work as an accountant in a bank. So I am expected to dress conservatively at all times. That is fine with me because that allows me to indulge my fetish and no one at work knows just how kinky I am. I am about five-foot six-inch tall, dishwater blonde hair, round glasses that ride down my nose, hiding my pale blue eyes. My hair is cut is what was called a Dorothy Hamel cut some years ago. OK! I’m over weight a little so my thighs are a little thick. When I go to work I dress in practical panties. I don’t bother with a brassier at all. Then I put on a simple white slip, comfortable stocking with shoes with sturdy heels. Then I put on a blouse that requires some sot of scarf that I use as a tie. Then I put on one of several pin striped blue or gray skirts with matching jacket. This costume adds to my business like appearance of my 54-years of age. I know I sound very normal. My outward business appearance hides two things about my private life: First I have a hair fetish. I don’t have noticeable body hair any place but under my arms and on my pubis. I have dark brown hair there. I never shave under my arm or between my legs. I could never show myself on a beach in a bathing costume because the hair is so thick and starts in the folds between my legs and my body. The hair is course thick and even rings my anus. Secondly I am a lesbian. I don’t flaunt it but I do discourage any male from asking for a date. I learned a long time ago to not flirt with the kocaeli escort women I work with because that leads to trouble. I just let management think I am a dedicated spinster that lives for my work. This adventure all started one night when I went to Standing Order pub. That is a fitting place for a bank employee to drink. It was the national Westminster Bank until 1996 when the old building was turned into a pub. I was sitting in a wooden booth drinking a glass of larger when a group of tourists came in. This blonde haired woman caught my eye. She was only five-foot one-inches tall. She bought a glass of larger and stood there looking like she didn’t know what to do next. Her eyes caught mine and I held up my glass and gave her a look then at the seat next to me in the booth. She came over and smiled at me and asked, “May I sit next to you?” I said, “I have been waiting for you all night!” She smiled and sat next to me and said, “This is my first trip to England.” I offered her my hand, “My name is Wendy.” She took my hand and squeezed it as she announced that, “My name was Jan.” I asked, “Where are you from then!” She said, “I am from western Canada.” That made me curious why she was in Derby. She told me that she was with a tour that included a trip here to look for the ghost’s of Bonnie Prince Charles and Mary Queen of Scots among others. This intrigued me I wanted to know if she believed in ghosts. She chuckled and said there are many things that can’t be explained with smoke, glass and mirrors. We laughed at that and we chatted for a couple of hours. The tour group was drifting out on their way back to the inn they were staying in. I just had the animal attraction to her. Her hair was lighter colored than mine. Her glasses were much like mine. She could have been my older sister even if she was shorter than me. She was dressed like a tourist. Everything wash and wear, sweater, jeans, walking shoes in leather and a bag as big as a pack for her personal stuff. She even had a wind breaker in the bag in case it got to cold. While we were talking I put my hand on her inner thigh and squeezed it a little. When Jan closed her legs I thought I had made a mistake in reveling that I was interested in her sexually. But when I tried to remove izmit escort my hand she held it tightly between her legs and smiled at me. I whispered in her ear, “Do you want to come home with me tonight?” Jan said, “Lead the way Honey.” We gathered up our stuff and I led her out the door. It was just a short walk around the corner to my place. As we walked home I slipped my hand into her back pocket of her jeans and gave her rear end a gentle squeeze and nuzzled the nap of her neck. When we got to my place and I had turned on the lights. I kissed her on the mouth and asked if she wanted tea. Jan returned the kiss and asked if she could help. I put milk and sugar in my cup as Jan just put sugar in her cup. I offered her a scone and we nibbled on them as we drank our tea. I found out so much about her. Her family and that she was a 62-year old widow. When we finished our tea I wanted to make love to her even more. I put my finger under her chin and my thumb on top of her shin as I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Jan returned my kiss and even put her tongue in my mouth. I guess it was a tie as to who put their hand on the others breast first. I undressed Jan as she undressed me. She unbuttoned my jacket. The one I had on tonight was buttoned up and I had on a long silk teal blue scarf that was tucked into the front of the jacket. So when she unbuttoned it and pulled it off my shoulders I was nude to the waist, except for a single strand of black pearls around my neck. Jan saw that my under arms were not shaved and ran her fingers through the hair. She smelt her fingers. Then kissed me on my under arms. I pulled her sweater over her head and then fluffed her hair back into place with my fingers. She had on this floral patterned bra in a pinkish-mauve color. I had to feel these big breasts that were all of a DD-cup. I squeezed them gently as Jan let out a moan. I unhooked the bra by reaching around her back and smelled her shampoo. When her breasts were free I kissed her pink nipples. Next I unbuckled the silver buckle on her belt and tugged on the buttons as the popped open one at a time. With her pants open I saw her panties that matched her bra. I stood up and pulled her to her feet. As she stood up her tight pants darıca escort opened and slipped down her thighs. I put my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down to reveal that her pubic hair was as blonde as the hair on her head but it was sparse so that you could see her cunt plainly. Jan stepped out of her pants and underpants one leg at a time. She took off her walking shoes after sitting down and put her socks into her shoes as she sat them aside. Jan sat there on the couch to remove my skirt. As it fell to the floor I stepped out of my shoes. Then Jan took hold under the waistband of my panties and rolled them down. I saw the look on her face as my pubic hair came into view. I don’t think she had ever seen a woman with as much hair before. Jan ran her fingers through it to see how long the hair was. It was damp with my pee and smelled a little salty too. Jan ran her finger between my legs and found my hairy asshole. She leaned forward and kissed my cunt. Her tongue sought out my clitoris and flipped it until I was doing a little nervous dance in front of her. I asked her if she wanted to do it in the bedroom and Jan simple got up and took my hand as I led the way. It was a case of just who was going to be the dominant party in this act. We had to settle on letting one perform an oral act and the other did something like that with her mouth. We took turns sucking each other’s pussy until we climaxed. But I took charge and turned around on top of her and straddled her head to lower my face to her cunt as I lowered my cunt to her mouth. Jan was in a position to look up between the crack of my ass. She put her fingers in my cunt as she licked me. Then she probed my anus with her fingers. Her fingers and tongue were going in and out of both holes at the same pace. I sought out her rosebud with my fingers and started doing the same thing to her. We climaxed and I rested my face on her mound until we moved so we could slowly play with each others body all night. In the morning Jan insisted on making me a Canadian breakfast of ham and eggs with gravy and white toast. She said she was so hungry from last night that she needed it to get her motor running again. She made black coffee to go with it. She said I could use milk and sugar with coffee as she chuckled. I called in sick for work and went Ghost hunting with Jan that day just so I could spend another night of sucking her pussy. I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your mail to: ail.

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