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HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 22A
   BY "RAMAPO"



     Heather sat at the breakfast table in the open space dining
area of the San Francisco hotel and picked at her breakfast.  The
last minute trip out here from school with Traci to the art
conference was tiring and they had gotten in late last night.
With only a three day stay, they had full schedules and Traci
wanted Heather to be sure to take in as much as possible to begin
learning the business side of art.  Traci was sure Heather had
the talent to be a very successful artist, but she needed to
understand the business as well, so, when the college agreed to
fund her trip, she included Heather as a participant.
Undoubtedly the President of the school and department head had
thought she would bring another faculty member, but it was her
choice.
     "Hey, a bit down today?"  Traci inquired as she scanned her
daily schedule again.
     "Just tired from the flight and lack of sleep, I guess.  And
you didn't help with that surprise licking you gave me just as I
was drifting off.  You know I can't push you away when you do
that."  Heather was smiling at the thought of Traci's warm tongue
licking the inside of her thighs until she had begged Traci to
finish her off with her tongue.  The woman had the tongue of a
serpent and proved it every time they kissed or she went down on
Heather.
     "I distinctly didn't hear any complaining last night, you
little sex fiend.  And you gave me back as good as you got, if I
remember the events clearly."  Traci arched one eyebrow in mock
surprise and then they both laughed.  When they were together, it
didn't take long for the sexual sparks to fly between them and
their mutual arousal move them to steal away and get each other
off.
     "No, not a complaint.  Just the facts.  Not enough sleep.
And, knowing us, we're not going to get any the rest of the
weekend, either.  And you assigned us a test on Tuesday!  How am
I supposed to study for that when I keep finding stray fingers in
my pussy, or up my ass and your hot mouth on my nipples?  You
know that drives me crazy."
     "And it improves your concentration.  I remember you told me
that you get A's on every test you study for if you have sex when
in the middle of preparing.  I can't cheat for you, and I can't
treat your work any different than any other student, so, I take
the only course open to me and fuck your brains out at every
opportunity."  Heather was laughing now and noticed the woman at
the next table was clearly trying to listen to their conversation.
Their voices had been low, but they must have been loud enough to
gain their neighbour's attention.  She wondered for a moment if
the woman was interested or shocked.
     She discretely signalled Traci and they went over their
schedules, which, as luck would have it, were different and they
wouldn't see each other till dinner.  Finally gulping one last
swallow of coffee, they squeezed each others' hands under the
table and said 'bye and headed off.
     Heather settled into the large lecture hall amid the
hundreds of other conference participants and waited.  Just
before the lights went down, a very striking, tall, trim, ash
blonde with an alabaster white complexion and bright red lips and
long red fingernails, came down the isle and took a seat one row
in front of Heather, catching Heather's eye.  She smiled at her
briefly as she found a seat and sat, stretching her long legs
out, then casually crossing them.  Even from five seats away, the
sound of her nylons rustling as her thighs slid across each other
sounded an alarm in Heather's pussy and she went suddenly wet.
Jesus, she thought, Traci just screwed my brains out not three
hours ago and here I'm horny already.
     It took all of Heather's concentration to stop looking over
at this striking woman and focus on the lecture just beginning.
And to make matters worse, the air conditioning was wafting the
aroma of the woman's lightly scented perfume over to Heather and
for some reason, it started to drive her wild.  More and more,
she just kept looking over at her and realized after a bit that
the blonde hair was completely natural.  Shoulder length, it was
baby fine and very thick, rare for a blonde.
     Heather found herself daydreaming about running that hair
through her fingers and having it fall in her face.  "I wonder if
her pussy hair is blond as well?"  She was thinking at one point.
"Get a grip.  You are here with Traci and you can't be coming on
to other women."  She ordered herself.  And finally, got back to
the lecture.
     At the break, she followed the woman over to the coffee
table and stood nearby, studying the woman discretely and finally
realizing she wanted to meet this woman who was attracting her so
badly.  And found herself approaching her.  "OK, what the hell
are you going to say?"  She was trembling with nerves as she
approached.
     "Hello, I'm Heather."
     "Inga."  There was a light Scandinavian accent.  They shook
hands politely.  Heather felt the long nails on her wrist and
electric sparks shot up her arm.  The woman held her hand just a
moment longer than necessary.
     "I...  I saw you in the lecture hall and wanted so much to
tell you how beautiful you are.  And sexy."  Inga smiled back.
     "Thank you.  It is hard to be sexy in the morning on the
schedule they give us."  She was relaxed and seemed genuinely
pleased at Heather's compliment.
     Inga continued.  "I come from Iceland and we had a very long
flight yesterday, so I am not at my best today, too tired."
     "I love your accent.  I would have guessed Norway, or
Sweden, and of course, your beautiful hair gives you away."
     "Yes, I am lucky.  You are lucky with your hair.."  there
was a slight pause...as she boldly surveyed Heather's body, "and
remarkable figure as well."
     Heather actually blushed.  Well, contact was made, now what
would happen?  Inga made the move immediately, much to Heather's
amazement.
     "Heather, you and I, would be very hot together, do you not
think?"  It was almost a whisper.
     Hell yes!  "I was hot the first time I saw you an hour ago.
Now, standing here, I'm very horny for you."  There.  Heather was
in a spin.  Now what, just jump each other in the lobby?  It was
moving so fast.
     Inga moved closer in the crowd of people, very noisy around
them, and reached out an index finger and slowly brushed a wisp
of Heather's hair back behind her ear, and let the finger nail
trail slowly over her cheek and down to her full lips, lightly
running the nail over each lip several times, and finally
slipping the nail and very tip of her finger into Heather's
mouth.  By the time the nail penetrated her red pursed lips,
Heather was shaking from the caress and was clenching her
fingers involuntarily into fists to fight the waves of chills
rippling from her face out across her body.  She was tingling
from head to foot.
     Inga slowly lowered her finger over Heather's chin and down
the front of her neck and stopped at the top of her cleavage,
finally lowering it to her side.  "Yes, we would be very hot.
But, we can do nothing, I'm afraid, my beautiful friend.  My
lover is also here and I cannot break free, even for a few
minutes.  We are together for every minute except this first
lecture, which is now over."
     Heather's disappointment must have shown on her face.  "Oh.
Well, of course you are right.  I too have a lover here.  I don't
know what I was thinking."
     "Well, I must go.  I see Helga looking for me."  Inga waved
and caught her attention.  "Heather, have fun.  And think of me.
I'll think of you as well."
     "Yes, I will.  You already made me wet."
     "I as well.  Farewell."
     Inga walked away toward her female friend, who was making
her way slowly through the heavy crowd now headed back into the
lecture hall.  Ten feet away, she stopped and walked back to
Heather.  "Tell me your room number.  I will leave my room number
in your mail box at the desk if something changes and it is safe
to call me.  OK?"
     "1189.  Yes, maybe things will change."
     "Farewell."
     And she was gone, only the top of her almost white hair
visible in the crush, then it too was gone as she went through
the doors and met Helga, now on the other side.
     Heather was left disappointed, and amazed at how forward she
had been to just walk up and start talking.  And the reaction
from Inga was equally amazing.  The nerves on her face, lips and
neck from the trace of that nail were still tingling as she made
her way to a different hall and was seated, late.
     The rest of the day was a blur.  She found herself
daydreaming about Inga, holding her, licking her, kissing her
lips, nipples, Mons.  And being kissed in return.  By dinner
time, she had to race to her room and change her underwear, which
by now was beyond merely damp and was practically dripping.

     Traci met her at the dinner table with a big hug and they
chatted all evening about the lectures.  Heather felt vaguely
disloyal about approaching Inga and finally, she decided to at
least tell Traci about the meeting.  Some of it, anyway.
     "I met a woman from the first group today.  Inga.  A
beautiful ash blonde from Iceland, as it turns out."
     Traci didn't seem to pick up on anything.  "That's nice.  Is
she going to be available to sit with you at any of the other
sessions?"
     "No.  As a matter of fact, she's here with a friend and they
are together, so I'd be butting in on them."
     This time Traci was a bit quicker to pick up on things.
"Oh, a woman?"
     "Yes.  Helga, I think Inga said."
     "Were you attracted to Inga?"
     "Well, I thought she was very pretty and told her so."
     "And then what happened?"
     Heather took a deep breath and paused, looking up into
Traci's calm face, "She suggested we would be a hot couple in
bed."
     "Not letting any grass grow under her feet, is she?  And is
she taking you to bed with her?"
     "No, actually, she's not."
     "But you would have gone if she had asked?"
     "Yes."  Well, that tears it, Heather thought.  Traci's going
to be pissed now.  Why am I so honest with her all the time?
     "And I'm not invited?"  There was that eyebrow.  She's not
that mad.  She'd be frowning if she was mad.  Or dead silent.
     "Traci!  We're not going to do anything.  At least, not
unless her plans get changed, which is highly unlikely.  Listen,
I feel guilty enough about even thinking it, much less knowing I
want to do it."
     "You are a free spirit my child.  You know how I feel about
you.  And I know there will be others for you from time to time.
I just cherish the time I have with you now.  Maybe that's why
the sex is so intense.  Tomorrow, it may be gone forever."
     "I'm not going anywhere, Traci.  You know I feel the same
way about you."
     "Yes, you will leave.  Not because you are planning to, but
because that is the nature of things.  Life moves on.  We will
move on beyond this moment.  Right now I'm very lucky to have
you.  No, I'm not mad about Inga, or the other Inga's that come
and go in your life.  I'm jealous of the time they get with you,
but at least right now I know you will be back.  So, if Inga's
plans change, go to her and enjoy her.  Just don't miss the plane
back or go AWOL on me.  I'll have enough explaining to do when I
get back as it is."
     "Are you sure about all this?  I mean my other lovers?  I
don't want to hurt you."
     "Hush.  One of these days I'll shock you and show up with an
Inga, or two, on my arm and you will have to share me for a bit.
Then, you'll be begging for my tongue, my dear.  Let's find the
evening conferences, they are almost about to start."
     This time, they hugged hard in public and finally broke and
went their separate ways.  When Traci came back to the room a bit
drunk much later that evening, Heather was asleep in the bed with
a text book lying open where it fell on her stomach.  Traci just
moved the book to the night table, kissed her lightly on the
forehead and quickly undressed and slipped into bed.  In seconds
she was asleep as well.

     The next day was much the same as the first, only that
evening, at long last, Heather and Traci found themselves in the
room at only ten PM and they showered, and met in the middle of
the bedroom of their suite in a passionate kiss and then their
hands found damp pussies and within seconds, their arousal soared
and they fell into a series of rapid fire orgasms, thrusting
their Mons together as they came, each in turn driving the other
to her next peak.  The sex was hard and physical, with none of
their usual preliminary cuddling or stroking.  A dam broke inside
each and they drove to fill their needs.
     Finally, they retired to the bed and at a much more
leisurely pace, fucked and sucked each other until exhausted and
spent.  At 2 AM they finally slept in each other's arms, legs
scissored together, pussies kissing and the wet from their cum
slowly drying on their bellies and legs.  A coolness that only
emphasized the heat still pouring from their bellies and thighs.
Contentment was written on their faces.
     The morning brought a surprise, however.  Heather stopped at
the front desk and was excited to spot an envelope in their
room's mail slot.  The desk clerk retrieved it and upon opening
it, there was a short note.  "Heather, dearest.  Unexpectedly,
Helga must return to home a day early and I am alone.  If your
circumstances permit, can we meet and explore each other before
we depart tomorrow?  Leave a note in mail slot 2387 if free.
Yours (hoping) - Inga."
     Heather felt her heart begin to pound and she wrote a note
that said simply.  "Inga.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  My heart will not
beat until I have had you.  9 PM in your suite for dinner, and
then, the perfect dessert.  Yours longingly, Heather."
     At breakfast Heather could hardly sit still, knowing what
the evening would bring.  Traci picked up on her antsy behaviour
at once.
     "So, let's see, Inga must be free and you are going to see
her tonight.  Close?"  She was smiling.
     "Yes.  I can't believe it.  We are going to have dinner in
her room.  Would you help me pick out what to wear?  I don't want
to disappoint her."
     "Heather, you could show up covered with mud from head to
toe and be completely naked and still get her wet and make her
cum before she hit the sheets.  Don't you realize what an
exciting woman you are to others?  To me?"  The last was so soft.
     Heather broke from her focus on Inga.  "Traci, it was stupid
for me to ask, after all..."
     "No, as a matter of fact, I bought something for you
yesterday at lunch that will be perfect.  But there is a price
for all this consideration, tolerance and help, you realize?"
     Heather looked at her questioningly.
     "Simply, that after you two screw each other's brains out,
on the plane home tomorrow, you must tell me every juicy detail,
down to the last drop of cum spilled and agonized cry of climax.
And then, you and I are going to join the Mile High Club."
     "The what?"
     "The club for people who have sex on an airplane in flight!"
     "We can't do that, I mean, with a whole plane full of
people!"  
     "In the rest room, silly.  Just you and I and our
wandering mouths.  Deal?"
     Heather was intrigued.  "Deal."  Damn, Traci was FULL of
surprises.
     The day dragged as she waited for the time to come and get
ready.  Finally, after a swim in the hotel pool to calm her
nerves (and get off twice near the water jet of the pool filter
system pump), she came back up to the hotel room.  Traci was
waiting for her.
     "Bath and shave."  She ordered, and helped Heather out of
the wet one-piece suit, marvelling as she always did at the sight
of the magnificent chest of this woman, as the swaying orbs fell
free from the restraining cups of the sparse suit.  As soon as
the air hit her nipples, they hardened from the coolness of the
wet water evaporating and lengthened into the spikes of flesh
that made Traci mad for them in her mouth.  But she only rubbed
her fingers lightly over them and pushed Heather to the bathroom.
"And shampoo.  No chlorine smell or you don't leave the apartment
for your little evening of sin."
     "Got it.  Correction.  Going to get it!"  They both giggled
and the door shut and the sound of running water came from under
the door as the tub filled.
     While Heather bathed, Traci went to her suitcase and pulled
out the items she had in mind for Heather's evening.  Actually,
she had wanted to surprise Heather with them one evening at home,
but she wanted her to have them now.
     At long last, the bathroom door opened and Traci went into
the cloud of steam.  Picking up an oversized towel, she began
towelling down the long, wet hair and helping her dry her back.
Hard as it was, she restrained herself from touching Heather in
an overt sexual way, concentrating on her hair until it was just
damp.
     "OK, let's brush it out and let it dry."  Sitting Heather
down at the vanity, she picked up a brush and began to slowly
work it through the tangles and finally, the hair was free and
beginning to dry.  As it drying, she gently brushed it over and
over and the perm began to coil the lustrous dark strands into a
mass of flowing hair spilling over her other hand and arm as she
guided the brush under the hair over and over to make sure it was
all dry.  Satisfied, she lay the brush down and Heather opened
her eyes and turned and pulled Traci to her, beginning to
unbutton Traci's slacks.
     "Hey.  Wrong lover tonight!"
     "You know what that does to me.  I have to have you."
     "Absolutely not.  You are not going to this woman smelling
like my pussy.  Hands off!"  And she smacked Heather's still
working hands away gently.
     "You're being mean."
     "Maybe.  But Inga's not going to know what hit her tonight,
if I know my Heather."
     "Yes.  I'm very horny.  VERY horny."
     "OK, on your feet.  I'm going to dress you now.  Over here
by the floor length mirror.  OK, now, close your eyes and no
peeking until I tell you.  OK?"
     "OK.  Can't I peek?"
     "Close them or you get smacked."
     "Oh, I like it rough.  Smack me, please smack me!"  Even as
they teased each other, her eyes had closed and she stood, hands
at her side, waiting for Traci to begin dressing her.
     First Traci took a new pair of burgundy red hip hugger satin
panties from a bag and proceeded to very slowly run them up and
down Heather's freshly shaved, silky smooth legs, from the tops
of her feet, up the calf, the inside of her thigh, stopping just
short of the triangular nest of heavy dark hair between her legs.
This was done in front, the sides, over her ass, and finally up
the tender inside of her thighs.  Heather was immediately
reacting to Traci's sure touch and was panting, her knees getting
weak as her concentration was overwhelmed by the sensation on her
skin.  Finally, the panties were pressed down into the crack of
her tight ass and pulled back and forth very slowly.  Reaching
down between Heather's legs from the front, Traci gripped the
edge of the waist band and pulled the panties through her crotch
gently, causing her slit to open and admit the shiny material,
which glided over the now opening lips and clit with a slight
sigh and whisper of the material.
     Traci held the panties up to Heather's face and gently
traced the material over Heather's lips and held them under her
nose.
     "Who is that you remind you of?"  Traci whispered in her
ear.
     Heather's voice was shaky as she focused on an answer.
"My..  my pussy...your hands....Oh, god, Traci, don't do this to
me.  I'll never get to Inga this way."
     "Yes you will.  I'll make sure of it.  But there's no reason
you can't be really ready for her when you get there."  Traci was
now kneeling in front of Heather and signalled her to lift a leg,
then the other, and the panties were pulled slowly up and into
position, with Traci doing a continuous bit of adjusting.
Finally, Heather's pussy was covered in satin, but the now puffy
lips were very visible.  Traci cupped her hand and slid it
between Heather's thighs and held her solely by the cunt, not
moving her hand.
     Heather moaned and her fists clenched, the long nails
biting into the skin.
     Traci finally, after a full minute of this, released her and
reached into the bag for the next item.  A new pair of nylons,
very shear, were removed from their wrapper.  She guided Heather
to the sofa, eyes still closed and had her sit.  Picking up one
foot, she rolled a stocking up and eased Heather's pointed toe in
the foot and then rolled the stocking up her calf, stopping the
smooth it out from the ankle up to remove wrinkles, the fabric
gripping Heather's skin in a tight vice that was sensuous.
Traci's hands rolled the stocking up to just below her pussy and
smoothed it several times.  She was careful to approach the now
satin covered triangle, but stopped short just below it.
     The other leg received the same treatment and she lingered
over the smoothing, using every opportunity to stroke Heather's
legs and inner thighs.  She watched the visible signs of
Heather's soaring arousal in her face and chest, her nipples were
tight and erect, so erotic in their unusual length, spikes
standing in the cool air of the room, inviting a hot mouth.
     "Stand."
     She helped Heather stand and then took a satin and shear lace
teddy from the bag, the same burgundy as the panties, and guided
her to step into it, one leg at a time.  It slid up the nylon
encased legs with a wisp of satin on nylon and then Traci pulled
it up until it was above her hips.  Working quickly, she guided
it up and placed the shelf bra portion just under Heather's full
mounds, providing a display of wanton flesh so inviting it took
all her will power not to lean down and suck the turgid nipple
into her mouth as she always did in their love making.
     She smoothed the waist again and then pulled the crotch
strap down, front and rear and snapped it closed, and gently
lowered it onto Heather's fully swollen labia, careful to not let
it hurt her in her aroused condition.  The pressure on Heather's
clit and pussy made her gasp and want to touch herself badly,
but she again just clenched her fists and kept her eyes closed.
It was so exciting to be dressed this way by such knowing and
expert hands.  She badly wanted to look and see what the outfit
looked like, but she obeyed and kept her eyes closed.
     Next came a matching garter belt atop her hips, and then
Traci spent a long time stroking Heather's stomach, butt and legs
as she attached the elastic garter snaps to the stockings.  By
the time the last snap was in place, Heather was shaking
slightly.
     Traci led her over to the full length mirror.  "Open."
     Heather opened her eyes and was dazzled by the erotic figure
she had become, a satin vision of the female body on display,
it's attributes accented in every way by the cut and silky smooth
fabrics, tight here, darting there, holding out her breasts to be
admired and more.
     "Gosh.  This is hot.  Wow.  Oh, thank you Traci.  I love it.
Is there more?"
     "Well, now that I see you in the outfit, I'm not sure I'm
going to let you go to Inga, I'm so hot for you myself!  Yes,
there's one more item."  She went to her bag and pulled out a
cellophane package and tore it open.  From it, she took some sort
of piece of jewelry and came back over to Heather.  "Honey, this
clips gently on the base of your nipple.  Do you want me to do it
or do you want to do it yourself?"
     "From my nipple?"  Traci held up the bangle swinging from a
short silver chain, a small C clip between her fingers.  "You do
it.  Seems you've already got me ready for it!"
     Traci smiled and took the left breast firmly and then ran
her fingers down until she was gripping the nipple between thumb
and finger and pulled the nipple out.  In a flash, she slid the
clip on the base of the nipple and lowered the nipple slowly.
     "OK, it's on.  How does that feel?  Too tight?"
     "No, it doesn't hurt.  I can tell it's there though.  It
feels.....  nice."
     "Walk around a bit."  She did and the bangle swung to and
fro and occasionally bumped the bottom of her breast just below
the nipple.  It felt wonderful as the tugs and tingles arose from
her nipple.
     "That feels really, really nice."
     "You are almost ready, my dear.  Now, lets do your hair,
makeup, jewelry, and get you into the blouse and skirt you picked
out and send you on your way.  If you stay here much longer, Inga
will have to cry herself to sleep tonight.  You'll be mine."
     Heather stepped forward and hugged Traci hard, their ample bosoms
flattening against each other.  "You are very special.  Thank 
you so much."
     And then they finished the rest, and she stood at the door, 
erotic in the extreme, the warm lipstick accenting her full lips, 
earrings dangling to accent her long neck, which drew your eyes 
to the deep channel of her chest, which was now wrapped in
a pale yellow satin blouse that showed every curve of her chest.  
Her proud nipples were hard points against the fabric, shouting 
out their need to be sucked.  A black pleated skirt that ended 
just above the knee and black high heels completed the
picture.
    Her long dark hair was up in a large pin that implied it would
fly free in all its volume and length if easily released.  Now, 
with her bag in her hand, her erotic underwear concealed, she was 
a walking surprise for Inga when she uncovered it all.  She felt like 
she would explode from the sexual tension in her body and her skin 
was like electric central, with sensory overload approaching from 
the tight nylons, garters on her legs, tight strap holding her pussy 
tightly closed.  The shelf from the teddy pushing her nipples out firmly 
against the tight satin of the blouse.  Then sensations were in waves.
     "See you later."
     "You look fantastic.  Go knock her socks off.  And, babe,
don't you dare miss the air plane tomorrow at 10AM.  I'll have you
all packed to go and your bags down at the desk.  Now, get going,
I have a movie I want to watch."  Traci was trying too hard to be
casual.  This sharing was going to be very hard.  Very hard.  She
wanted to reach out and tell her she couldn't go.  But, she
stayed back a step and said nothing, biting her tongue to keep
silent.  Damn, fantastic just wasn't good enough to describe the
woman in front of her.  She decided ultimately fuckable was the
right description.
     Heather smiled nervously and slipped out the door.  Traci
sighed and reached into her suitcase and picked up some things
and laid them on the bed.  Shedding her clothes, she walked into
the bathroom and filled the tub with deep warm water and some
bubble bath and oil.  Her erect nipples spoke volumes about how
aroused the dressing of Heather had gotten her.  As the top
filled, she played in the hair below her stomach, an area
of extreme sensitivity for her.
     Then, she turned on the radio softly and lit a candle on the
edge of the tup.  Sliding in, she felt the warmth flood through
her and she relaxed physically a bit, but the hard edge of her
horniness wasn't blunted.  After a moment of savouring the heat of
the tub, her hands sliding over her stomach, chest and pussy, she
reached over and picked up the enormous dildo Heather had given
her so many months ago after that afternoon in Heather's dorm
room, and now the tool disappeared out of sight under the foam
and the water.  As the head began to press into her, she groaned
and lifted her feet to each edge of the tub and relaxed, pressing
harder.  As the first inches pressed firmly into her, filling her
so full, she thought, "I needed you so much tonight."  And
groaned loudly as the urgent pulse of lust seized her and she
gave herself to it completely.  Already, her feet had left
the side of the tub and were standing straight up in the air as
the tool worked in and out of her.  Her body was rapidly on its
way to the first of many, many orgasms.  When the fire came, it
took her by storm and for the moment, Heather and Inga were
driven out of her mind, replaced by the fire in her loins and
belly.  In her mind, the stars came out.

End Part 22A