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HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES    PART 22B
   BY "RAMAPO"



    Heather stood in front of the door to Inga's room.  She was
ten minutes late as she knocked softly.  In the few moments it
took Inga to answer, Heather realized that she was about to
seduce or be seduced by a woman to whom she had only spoken to
for ten minutes.  She didn't know her at all.  In spite of this,
the sexual need inside her was even stronger now and she was
actually holding her breath when the door opened and Inga was
there.  Inga's bright blue eyes locked with her's immediately and
Heather just stood in the door, unable to move, unable to
breathe.  Inga had a nervous smile on her face, but her eyes
swallowed Heather whole and Heather knew it somehow didn't matter
how long they had known each other.  The chemistry was somehow
right.  They WOULD be hot together.
     Inga stepped forward a step and in a repeat of the direct
physical approach she had demonstrated in the lobby two days
before, her hands reached up and the long nails trailed along
Heather's face, ears, lips and nose.  Heather was breathing in a
tight chested pant immediately.
     The hands worked down her neck and along the top of her
collar bones, sliding under the satin just so and finding no bra
strap, she worked lower.  Heather's eyes closed and she trembled
uncontrollably.  The fingers quickly undid the top two buttons on
the straining blouse and then the long rapiers trailed out across
the top of her breasts and maddeningly slowly, worked down the
top of the nipples, then stopped.
     One finger traced its way back up to Heather's lips and the
nail slid between them, forcing its way between her teeth,
the tip of the finger demanding entrance, and then the rest
of the finger slid in to be sucked.  Heather wanted to suck this
finger and her mouth suctioned and her cheeks hollowed and her
tongue was wild with activity.  Finally, she opened her eyes and
realized that Inga had her's closed tightly as well.  The finger
was slowly withdrawn and Inga opened her eyes.
     "Hello."  Inga smiled.
     "Hello."
     "Please come into the room.  We have others watching."  Inga
giggled a bit and put her hand to her mouth, embarrassed, her
face flushing bright red.
     Heather then realized that two other woman several doors
down were standing watching them, mouths actually hanging open.
But their faces were flushed and when Heather finally turned and
spotted them, they quickly let themselves into their room and the
hall was empty.
     Once in the room Heather turned and for the first time, both
women actually surveyed the other.  And Inga was breathtaking.
Just out of the shower, her hair was piled on top of her head and
still wrapped in a towel.  Her very white, almost translucent
skin was startling against the colour of a hot pink cropped tee
that was failing to completely cover the bottom of her breasts,
their gentle sag rounding below the fabric.  A bare midriff ended
in a pair of hot pink satin tap pants and her long legs emerged
from the pants in straight lines down to pink patten leather four
inch open toed high heels.  The sight of these shoes sent a
sudden thrill through Heather and, strangely, she became as
excited as she had ever been before.  She was almost dizzy as her
gaze finally came back to meet Inga's.
     Now it was Heather's turn to approach Inga.  She ran her
hands down her arms, then very slowly back up and down Inga's
scantly clad front, lingering only briefly on her breasts as she
traced the woman's form under the tee.  Each curve was perfect,
framed by the fabric and nature's gift to her at birth.  As her
fingers crossed Inga's stomach, Inga's eyes fluttered closed and
Heather knew she was sensitive there.  Down, down, under the
satin of the tap pants, no panties were encountered.  Just at her
Mons, she traced a circle and moved back up.  Inga's nostrils
were flared and her breathing was ragged as the nipples were
again rubbed and pressed, and then Heather reached down and took
Inga's hands into her own.
     Eventually, Inga opened her eyes and they kissed, gently,
then more urgently.  For a brief moment, their tongues caressed
each other and they pulled back, gasping.  Whatever it was
between them was very powerful.  Electric sparks were almost
visible between their bodies from the attraction and excitement.
     "Heather, we...we must eat first.  I have had little to eat
all day and I will faint if I do not have a bite.  It is already
here."  Inga pleaded with Heather.
     Heather wanted her now, but knew it would be better if Inga
was comfortable and had more energy, so they walked hand in hand
to the table and ate a delicious meal, if in near record time.
Neither wanted to wait a moment longer than necessary.  They both
knew what dessert would be.  They had already tasted it.
     "Heather, please, before we begin, you must know," Inga said
as they walked into the bedroom, "Helga and I have been lovers a
long time, and I have never been with another woman before
tonight.  I do not want her to know.  I tell you this because you
must not leave any marks, marks on me.  Please.  My skin is very
fragile and I bruise easily.  And no scratching."
     Heather held up her long nails and waved them in front of
Inga's face.  "Then, you must be a good girl and leave me
completely exhausted by morning, else I will have no recourse
other than to.."  and she held her fingers over Inga's face and
made a mock motion as though scratching her.
     Inga grinned, "That will not be a problem, my delicious
Heather.  I may never let you leave."
     In a motion, Heather lifted the tee over Inga's head and
began to plant little kisses up and down Inga's neck, finally,
leading down to her breast, sucking in the tender nipple and
licking it slowly against the roof of her mouth.  Inga gasped and
her fingers worked on Heather's blouse buttons, finally pulling
it free from the skirt and sliding it down over her shoulders.
Heather straightened one arm at a time and it fell to the floor.
     Inga's hot hand closed over one of Heather's now presented
breasts and her nails again stroked it from underneath and then
grabbed the nipple.  The large size and fullness of the boob
excited her and her other hand found the left breast and repeated
the motions.  Heather felt her chest go tight and the nipples
went hard from the sensations.
     As always, her pussy was dripping wet in seconds from the
sparks shooting down her belly on the way to her cunt.  Inga's
nipple was a hard little marble in her mouth at this point and
Heather changed breasts.
     Inga was still trying to remove Heather's skirt and fondle
her breasts at the same time, but finally had to stop and push
the skirt down with both hands and it dropped to Heather's feet,
to be kicked aside.
     Pushing Heather backwards onto the bed, Inga stepped out of
the tap pants and climbed on top of Heather, grinding her pussy
down against the satin clad mound beneath her.  Heather was
moaning and grabbing Inga's ass in her hands, the bright red
nails vividly contrasting with the white skin, pulling her down
harder.  She needed to orgasm so badly, she was lifting Inga
right up in the air as she thrust up, harder and harder.
     But the teddy was adding too many layers, so Inga rolled off
and started sucking on Heather's breast and nipple while her
fingers round the snaps between Heather's now well separated
thighs and popped them with a hard yank.  Finding the panties
beneath, she realized they wouldn't be able to get them off
without removing the garter belt first, so she just eased them to
one side and plunged two fingers into Heather's waiting hole as
far as they would go.
     Heather simply exploded into the long anticipated orgasm, a
tidal wave of heat flooded her thighs and belly, spreading up
through her chest and into her brain, and she floated away on the
wave of electric heat.  Her skin was on fire and for long
moments, she was completely suspended in time.
     Inga's fingers continued to work and Heather began to come
down, only to find that Inga was running a nail up and down her
long clit and she simply exploded again, this time with a wild
yell and her whole body going rigid.  Inga held her tight and
stroked her face, the smell of her own pussy flowing into her
nostrils as she groaned and finally opened her eyes.
     Looking into the deep blue pools of Inga's eyes, her hands
found her breasts and she took each one in a hand and began to
roll the nipple back and forth.  Inga's eyes fluttered and she
began to whisper sweet nothings in Icelandic to Heather.  Heather
began to kiss and lick the orbs, and was fascinated to see the
intricate latticework of pale blue veins under the skin of the
breasts.  The skin, now glistening with Heather's saliva, seemed
almost transparent.
     She traced lower with her tongue, and now she entered the
zone on Inga's belly that was so sensitive.  Inga moaned very
loudly and was shivering as Heather's tongue went over and over
the area just above her Mons.  Her pussy was completely dripping
now, and Heather moved her tongue lower and now was wetting the
thin white hair guarding the gate to Inga's womanhood, and
finally, she slid her tongue gently inside her slit, the puffy
lips bright red from excitement.  As the lips parted, a wet
stream of lubrication flowed out onto her tongue, and she lapped
it up, pushing the lips up and away, taking each one in her lips
and sucking on it gently.  And then, she plunged her tongue into
Inga's pussy and Inga gave a wild shriek and began to buck
against Heather's mouth.  Heather was now laying between Inga's
long legs and Inga wrapped her legs around Heather's sides, with
the tips of the pink heels now prodding Heather's butt.
     The feeling of the shoes on her ass excited her almost to
the point of being dizzy, but she continued to fuck Inga's pussy
hard with her tongue.  And Inga began to go stiff under her
hands, indicating she was moving toward her orgasm, so she
shifted her tongue to Inga's clit, and, using the tip only, began
to flick the tip across the clit, very rapidly.  Inga, already
rigidly gripping the bedding in her fists, went wild, her arms
slamming down on the bed, and her pussy thrusting and jerking
around.  Her heels dug cruelly into Heather's ass, but she felt
the pain as stimulation, and the downward thrust drove her own
pussy into the bed.
     The feeling of her long clit rubbing against the satin
panties as she thrust against the bed sent her into her to own
orgasm, and she groaned into Inga's pussy, her tongue pressing
down very hard on Inga's clit, which, already inflamed to the
point of unbearable sensitivity from Heather's expert licking,
sent a spear of pain/pleasure straight to her brain and she began
to yell out in her native tongue, shrieking and babbling in a
rapid series of yells as a rippling series of multiple orgasms
sent her higher and higher, finally crashing down on her in one
last spasm that shook the bed violently.
     They lay like that for a while, spent and satiated from that
initial need to fuck and be fucked.  Heather finally rolled to
one side and Inga started laughing.
     "What's the matter?"  Heather inquired.
     "I never even took the towel off my head!"  Inga replied.
     "Well, I see I'm half dressed myself.  Here let me get out
of the rest of this."
     "No," Inga interrupted her, "please leave on the garter belt
and stockings.  Your legs look beautiful in the slick nylon, and
I want to rub you while I fuck you again.  Here, I'll help you."
     Inga reached down and unsnapped the belt from the nylons and
then she pulled down Heather's panties, by now darkly stained
with her secretions and Inga's saliva.  Then, she carefully
reattached the nylons to the garters and began to trace
steady strokes up the back of Heather's calves and thighs, up, up
to her buttocks, running a long fingernail down her crack and
letting it linger for a moment over Heather's asshole.
     Heather jerked a bit as the nail tickled her ass, and Inga
whispered to her, "I want to lick your ass."
     Heather responded with a moan, and immediately, Inga was
tracing long lines of saliva up her buttocks, each stroke
bringing her closer to the pink hole, and then, starting in
Heather's wet pussy, she licked steadily up and the tip of her
tongue found the pink door and pressed in on it.  Heather gasped
and jerked a bit as Inga pressed harder and the tip of her tongue
entered her ass, a hot poker opening her up.
     "Oh, god, Inga.  God, that's so good.  Hmmmm.  Yes.  Oh.
Yes.  Hot.  It's so hot.  Hot!  God.  Deeper.  Oh, my god.  Fuck
me, fuck me please fuck me hard, now!"  Heather's body responded
to the probing with an almost instant rise in her sexual tension
across her belly and a tightness that told her she would come any
second.  Inga wasted no time and rolled over on her back and
pulled Heather's pussy down onto her face.  Pulling the erect
clit into her mouth between her lips, she sucked once.  Twice.
Heather's hands came up and cupped her breasts, holding their
delicious weight in her palms as her fingers gripped the nipples
savagely.  The electric reaction of her nerves pushed her into
orgasm.  And then, another.  Unable to catch her breath, Inga
continued to suck her clit very hard and she was just starting to
black out as another orgasm hit her already rigid frame.  With a
deep groan, she rolled to one side and collapsed, unconscious.
     When she came to, Inga was sitting on the side of the bed
and was rubbing her breasts and nipples, with her other hand in
between her legs and three fingers buried in her pussy, pumping
in and out quickly.  She was muttering something, groaning and
giving out sighs and cries at a growing rate.  Heather climbed
behind her and pushed her breasts against Inga's back, their firm
form flattening against Inga, their heat almost searing to Inga
in her need, and she orgasmed at that moment, with a shudder and
groan, then she slowly rolled on her side, still shaking.
     They lay like that for a long time.  Incredibly, Heather
realized that she still wanted Inga.  They were both covered in
sweat, and should have been exhausted, but the activities to date
only seemed to add fuel to her sexual need, not dampen it.
     They rolled and faced each other.  Heather guided Inga's 
hand to her beast and Inga's eyes widened.
     "You are already hot?"
     "Yes, yes.  Inga, this is incredible!  I'm so hot for you
again I can't stand it.  Please, fuck me.  Take me any way you
want.  Just do me until I can't do it any more."
     "I think we need to try something special, OK?"
     "What?"
     "Just do as I do.  Fill your mouth with spit, and get my
pussy very, very wet.  I will do the same with you."
     In moments, they were at each other's already very wet holes
and adding a mouthful of saliva to the existing fluids.  Then,
Inga turned ninety degrees to Heather's body and scissored her
legs together with Heather's, bringing their pussies together in
a wet slurping sound.
     "Now, we must push together very hard until it happens."
     "What, what will happen?"
     "You will see, just hump me."
     And they humped and pushed and pushed.  The humping drove
Heather almost to orgasm, hanging by a thread from going over the
edge.  And then, it did happen.  The fluids allowed the puffy
tissues of their pussies to form a seal and when they pulled
slightly apart, the suction deep in their vaginas sent wild
signals to their brains of a kind Heather had never experienced
before.  And she experienced a steady series of orgasms she
thought would go on forever.  And, in the end, in a sense, they
did, as both Heather and Inga ceased to push almost at the same
time, completely and utterly exhausted from the sensual and
physical overloads on their bodies.
     After a bit, smiling slightly at each other, they crawled
together and slept.  Just before dawn, Inga awoke and went to the
bathroom, then returned and began to stroke Heather's legs,
stomach and pussy.  But Heather, moaning slightly, did not awake,
and eventually, Inga stopped, disappointed.  She crawled up
behind Heather and reached around and took Heather's left breast
in her hand and felt the heat and weight of it.  With the long
nipple sticking out between two fingers, she too went to sleep.
     It was almost ten when they stretched and awoke.  Heather
glanced at the clock and let out a yell.
     "Hell, I'll never make the plane!  Where're my clothes?  She
slipped on the skirt and blouse, not bothering to snap the teddie
or her panties, and found her shoes.  Inga pulled on a robe and
handed her a brush to fix her hair.  Heather ignored the brush
and just twisted the hair up on top of her head and pinned it
there.  As they rushed to the door, Inga said, "Wait!"
     She raced back to the bedroom and came back and handed
Heather the pink satin heels.  Heather felt that same dizzy
feeling again in her gut, a giddiness, an excitement.
     "You like shoes, correct?"
     "I, they're very nice, but..."
     "No, I mean you have a, a thing for feet in shoes?  Sexy for
you, no?"
     "I....I don't know.  I mean not until last night...."
     "I saw your eyes when you looked at my feet.  Take these and
enjoy.  To remember me.  And our night together."
     Heather took the shoes in a shaking hand and give Inga a
hard kiss goodbye.  Inga handed her a business card.  "If you
want to talk.  Maybe, some day...."
     "Maybe.  Who knows.  It's a small world!"
     They both grinned at each other, then kissed again more
casually, and even as they finally parted, Heather wanted to tear
the robe off her and take her again, right in the doorway if
necessary.  But she didn't and ran down the hall for the
elevator.
 
     At the airport, she was the last one onto the plane.
Sliding into the seat next to Traci, who's worried look
disappeared the second she saw Heather's glowing face coming down
the isle, still a bit flushed from the night's activities.
     "Ok, that was close.  Are you trying to give me a heart
attack?"
     "No.  Sorry.  We overslept."
     "I wonder why."
     "Be quiet, you!", Heather gave her a shove on the shoulder.
     The plane taxied out and took off.  After breakfast was
served, Traci said.  "OK, spill the beans.  What happened?  Did
you enjoy yourself, like I have to ask?"
     "Well, you had me so sexed up by the time I got to her door,
I thought I'd just jump her when the door opened, but then, she 
did and........"
     And she told Traci everything.  Even her unexpected reaction
to the shoes.  Even as she went over her reaction, she reached 
into her oversized bag and pulled them out.  Her hand was
trembling as Traci took them from her.  She looked into Heather's
eyes and saw that familiar look she got when she was really 
turned on.  
     "Well, let's see if they fit me.  I'll be damned, a bit 
tight, but not too bad.  Think you have a thing for shoes, my 
darling?"  Traci asked.
     "I must have.  God, I'm all turned on again, just looking at
them."
     "Perfect, because, we are about to join the Mile High Club. 
Let's go."
     And Heather eased out of her seat they headed toward the 
back of the plane.  Heather went into the small bathroom first 
and stood for a minute figuring out how they hell the were going 
to do this, the door shutting behind her, but not locking it.
     Traci looked around nervously in the isle, awaiting a moment
to also slip inside the compartment.  Suddenly, a voice said in
her ear, "Go ahead.  I'll knock four times when it's clear to
come out.  Don't be too noisy in there."
     She turned her head and the smiling face of one of the 
stewardesses greeted her.  "Go ahead.  You're not the first to 
want to do it."
     "Thanks.  We won't be too long."
     "If I had that other young woman in there, I'd be in there a
long time, I think," the stew said, a bit wistfully.
     "You may be right about that.  She affects me the same way. 
OK, here we go."
     And she opened the door and wedged herself inside and locked
the door.
     Heather was ready.  God was she ready.
     And so was Traci.  And the Mile High Club received its new 
members only a minute later with a bang and a thump on the wall 
and door that alarmed a passenger standing in the isle.
     The stew just said, "Oh, sometimes they all make a bit of
noise the first time.  I wouldn't be surprised if it makes a bit
of noise a few more times before it settles down and gets it out
of its system.  Why don't you use the other unit?"  Smiling, she
went about her duties.
     I wonder who the younger one was?  Maybe I can get her name 
before they get off.  And then she laughed, realizing she was 
already way too late!

End Part 22B and Part 22

(To Be Continued....)