Public Displays of Lesbianism: 10 Women Describe Their Most Memorable Public Lesbian Encounter (5 page)

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Concert in the Park

Lauren and Jill

For my last birthday, my girlfriend, Jill, treated me to a wonderful, home-cooked four course meal, and afterward we walked to a nearby park. Several local musicians had organized a small concert in the park that night, so we brought a blanket and a picnic basket with wine, cheese and crackers with us and settled in on the lush grass. Several of our neighbors were there, and we nodded hellos as we prepared for the show.

It was a beautiful, clear fall night with just enough of a breeze to require a light jacket. Halfway through the concert, Jill pulled out a plush flannel blanket she had packed and spread it over our legs. The wine warmed us a little, but the cool night air was creeping in and the blanket felt like a warm, enveloping cloud.

I snuggled in closer to Jill’s left side and slid my hand under the blanket to her inner thigh. She looked at me and smiled, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously in the moonlight. Then she turned to face the performers again and moved her left hand onto my right thigh. The wine, the music and the moon all conspired to arouse my senses and desires. Tingling sensations began to stream through my clit, and I slid my hand up Jill’s leg to touch and rub her pussy through her pants.

“How’s that feel?” I asked, whispering into her long, jasmine-scented blonde hair.

“So good,” she turned and said with a smile, moving her own hand to my crotch.

As we sat watching the concert, Jill copied every move I made under the blanket. When I unzipped her pants, she unzipped mine; when I pulled her panties aside, she pulled mine aside; when I slid the tips of my fingers up and down inside her swollen lips, she did the same to mine. All the couples around us were snuggled up together under blankets, so we tried to look as nonchalant as them as we continued to secretly stroke each other.

After several minutes of a slow, romantic love song, the band on stage began playing a more loud, rocking tune, and I picked up the pace of my fingering to stay in rhythm with it. Jill immediately reciprocated, exciting my pussy beyond belief. Having to contain my pleasure only amplified its intensity.

As the pace and volume of the song increased, I probed Jill’s soaking pussy as deeply and sensually as I could, finger-fucking her throbbing clit and quivering lips with everything I had. As the song reached its final climax, so did Jill. She clamped down hard around my hand, and her hips flexed and spasmed while she rode every pulse and wave of pleasure.

Feeling her cum while watching her struggle to contain the evidence of her erotic euphoria sent me past the point of no return, too. It rushed over and through me like a raging tsunami, and I let out an involuntary moan of blissful delight. “Ohhh!” I cried out, arching my back and moving into Jill’s still-probing fingers. Catching myself and realizing I might be drawing the eyes of others, I pumped my fist into the air and pretended I was cheering for the amazing band performing.

As far as I know, none of our neighbors and no one sitting around us that night ever saw or suspected what happened under our blanket. But their presence definitely enhanced the experience and made it the best birthday gift I’ve ever received. Needless to say, Jill and I can’t wait for the next concert in the park, and plan on making it an annual birthday tradition.    

10

Stage Time

Jessica and Courtney

I’m an actress, and early in my career I did a lot of avant-garde, edgy performance art to pay the bills. One particular gig in a popular underground lesbian leather club in New York not only paid the best, it was also the one I enjoyed the most. My favorite performance, though, was the one we did on Halloween night.

Myself and three other women dressed up as prison inmates in super tight Lycra shorts and matching tank tops with black prison stripes. We were handcuffed, shackled and paraded around the stage by our own personal police escort. My attending officer was a hot stud named Courtney with short, slick black hair and dark, smoldering eyes. I got turned on just looking at her in her cop uniform and big, thick leather belt.

Each of our officers lined us up facing the audience, spread our legs and thoroughly patted us down as thumping rap music with a pounding, reverberating bass pulsed through the room and our bodies. When they reached our ankles, our officers stood up in unison, bent us forward and slapped our asses in time with the music. With my tiny top showing everything I had except the tips of my nipples, I looked into the audience and saw several women staring longingly at my cleavage. I live for seeing the excitement in my audience’s eyes, and I couldn’t wait for them to see what was next.

When a new song with a different, but still thumping, beat came through the speakers, our cops gave us a few pump thrusts into our asses, then grabbed us by the hair and ripped our tops off. My 34D’s swung and swayed free as Courtney continued pulling my hair and pumping into my ass. The crowd cheered and hooted their encouragement and the sound made my clit throb with excitement.

After faux fucking us from behind for several more seconds, our officers slowly moved us sideways so that we were all in a line facing the same direction, giving the audience a complete side view. We prisoners, still bent over, reached forward to hold onto the leather belt of the officer in front of us while presenting our asses to the officer behind. In sync, the officers pulled our tight shorts down around our ankles and lifted their batons to our now exposed pussies. They rubbed them in and out between our wet, excited lips, teasing our clits and giving the audience the show of their lives.

It felt good to have my tits swinging freely and my pussy and ass fully exposed in a club full of lustful, lascivious lesbians. There is no greater high.

The pounding bass coming through the speakers felt like it was filling my entire body as Courtney and her comrades whipped out long strap-on dongs and drove them deep into our wet and wanting holes. The crowd cheered, my pussy twitched in delight, and our line of prisoners grasping cops’ belts swayed forward and back, forward and back as our officers penetrated each of us at the same pace. After a few long, deep thrusts, they reached around and fingered our clits in time with their pumping poles.

Our congo line of officers and inmates continued swinging, swaying and pounding away until the girl in the very front cried out in climax, then the second prisoner came, then me, and finally the last one let go. We all rode our officers’ masterful tools until they pulled every drop of pleasure from our grateful, grinding pussies.

Our officers escorted us off stage with their cocks still buried inside us as we remained bent at the waist. The leather club lesbians roared and clapped their approval and appreciation and the room was awash in unrestrained lust.

It still amazes me that I was paid so well for that gig when I would have happily done it for free. Every girlfriend I’ve had since then has dressed up as a cop and helped me reenact that part of my early acting career to add some extra spice to the bedroom. But I have to admit, it’s never as exciting as it was with that audience. Nothing in the world could ever possibly compare.   

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kendra Foster is a San Francisco based writer. She is also the author of
Lesbian Doms: 10 Women Describe Their Most Memorable Lesbian Domination Experience
and
Lesbian Fems: 10 Women Describe Their Most Memorable Experience with a Fem Lesbian
.