Perhaps it was silly to be walking on the front that day!
The wind was strong, and the tide lashed the promenade wall.
But this old geezer did not go with the usual agenda, and Alex trudged along in the wind and the spray. He seemed to be the only one walking there dressed in his winter coat and flat cap.
As Alex came to the bench, He saw a young lady sitting, hunched over as if she was crying. “Are you alright?” Alex asked. She did not speak nor lift her head. She just waved one hand as if to beckon me away. “Are you sure you are okay?” He asked again. This time, she looked up, and Alex could see the sadness in her eyes. “Do you need help?” He continued, thinking she was grieving for someone who had just died.
“No, thank you,” she replied, then continued, “the bastard just walked out, and now he can go to hell!”
“Well, if you are okay and not needing help, I shall continue on my way. Have a good day.” Alex said and walked on.
Further along the front, Alex met another young lady coming in the other direction. Her head was down, and she was not looking where she was going. Alex thought she was glued to her mobile phone, so he just stopped and said, “Look out” before she collided with him.
She looked up and spat out, “Why don’t you look where you are going,” accompanied by an angry look. Alex stepped to the side and waved her past. “Don’t be so patronising,” she said.
“What is it with all you young ladies this morning? I’m just trying to be helpful and was told to go away and to get out of the way. I thought I was being nice.”
“And now you think we women are ganging up on you, I suppose?” she asked.
“All I know is that there is a lady up there who is upset, and you do not look happy at all. If I can help, I will be happy to assist, or else I will move on. May I bid you a good day?” Alex told her as he held his hands up in surrender.
Her face calmed, and a soft smile shone. In a nice-quiet voice, she said, “Forgive me! I am being too hard on you. Do you want to help?” Alex nodded. “Then shall we help the other lady?” Alex nodded, smiled and turned back the way he had come.
As they walked back to the bench, she told him her name was Alison, and he told her his: Alex. The other young lady was still bent over, her head on her knees.
“Hello again,” Alex said, “I brought someone who may help.” The lady on the bench looked up and saw Alison’s warm smile.
Alison sat down next to her and asked, “Are you injured or ill at all?”
The thought of physical injury made the young lady realise that she was alive and healthy. She realised that she still had her flat and her job. All she had lost was some prat of a guy. Suddenly, she smiled into Alison’s face and looked up at Alex. “Thank you,” she said, “I’m just feeling sorry for myself.”
“Well, now we are on speaking terms and friendly with each other. May I buy you a drink?” Alex asked the two young ladies.
“Yes, that would be very nice,” Alison replied. She held her hand out to the other young lady. “Hi, I’m Alison. Nice to meet you.”
“I am glad you did. I am Stella.”
The two ladies stood and walked to Alex, who was standing at the railing of the Promenade. As they got there, a huge wave crashed over the prom and soaked the three of them. When it subsided, Stella was drenched and soaked right through, and her light garments were now dripping water.
“Great! Now, my car will get soaking wet as I drive home.”
“You will need to get out of those wet clothes, or you will catch a cold or get hypothermia. Look, you are shivering already.” Alex caringly suggested.
“Come to my flat, it is just over there, and you can have a hot shower, and dry your clothes.” Alison invited Stella. “Are you okay, Alex?” she also asked.
“Yes, I am fine. My trousers are wet, but my jacket has kept my top dry. I will be fine.” he replied. Adding, “We can skip the drink so you get out of those wet clothes as soon as you can.”
Stella smiled and said, “Thank you both for being nice to me today. I came here hating men and then found a kind one like you. I have not seen many like you. What do they call men like you?” Alex smiled and said, “A feminist!”
Alex told the two ladies to hurry and get out of their wet clothes, bid his farewell and walked off to his house.
Alison took Stella’s hand and led the way to her flat. It was a quick 10 ten minute walk, but by the time they got there, Stella was still shivering. Alison took Stella straight to the bathroom and helped her strip off, to her bra and panties. She turned the shower on and put Stella under it. “Throw out your undies and I will put them in the washer too,” Alison said as she left with Stella’s other clothes.
Alison stripped to her bra and panties, dried herself as best she could, and threw all the clothes into the washing machine. As she was drying herself, she heard a loud “Ouch!” and a few bad words. Alison rushed to the bathroom to find Stella rubbing her head and saw the shower head in the bath.
Stella stood nude and tall as she rubbed her head, and Alison could see her slim-toned body and small pert breasts. Alison got into the bath picked up the shower head and reconnected to the shower. She had to push past a wet Stella, and in doing this, her bra and panties became soaked.
“Look at the state of us,” Alison said, “Now I need a shower.”
The two laughed, and Alison took her bra and panties off, reached over to the bath towel and held it out for Stella. Stella stepped out of the bath and dried herself. As she did, she looked up at Alison and saw her slim body, shaved mound and firm breasts. When dry, Stella wrapped the towel around and asked if she could sit in the lounge. Alison smiled and nodded, then continued to shower.
Stella sat on the sofa wrapped only in the towel and watched TV. She leaned against the soft arm and lifted her legs to make herself more cosy. Alison came in shortly after, wrapped in a shorter towel, and sat beside Stella. They chatted about the programme on the TV, then about boyfriends. Stella was still angry at her ex and told Alson all the things she wanted to do to him and how she would never trust another man again.
They giggled and huggled up as it was still a bit chilly. The room had not heated up yet.
Stella’s toes touched Alison’s leg, and she felt how cold Stella was. Alison rubbed Stella’s legs to warm her up.
“Thank you, Alison, you have been very kind to me,” Stella told her.
“You are welcome, and you looked so lost I was glad to help,” Alison replied.
To show her thanks Stella reached her arms around Alison and hugged her. With their faces cheek to cheek, Alison hugged Stella in a warm embrace and kissed Stella softly on her cheek. As they pull back, Alison can see tears in Stella’s eyes.
“Don’t be sad Stella,” Alison says, and leans forward and kisses her on her lips.
“I am not sad, just touched by your kindness and care.” Instinctively, Stella returns a kiss to Alison.
As they pull away from their embrace, Alison’s towel falls and exposes her breasts. Stella smiles wide and then laughs. Alison also laughs and pulls Stella’s towel down in a jovial action.
Both girls stop and look at each other, taking stock of the situation. Aliso leans forward and gives Stella a sensual French kiss.
“Oh! I have never been with another woman before,” Stella Tells Alison.
Alison smiles and tells Stella to kiss her. She also puts her hand on Stella’s thigh and slowly rubs up and down. Stella felt uncomfortable and yet excited. She knows she does not know how to go further and hopes Alison will seduce her.
Stella moves towards Alison. Alison moves towards her, and they French kiss each other again. Alison slid her hand up Stella’s leg and softly rubbed over her vulva. Alison’s lips slide to Stella’s neck, over her shoulder and to her right breast. She sucks her nipple as her fingertips slide over Stella’s labia. Stella is already wet and opens her legs for Alison. With her other hand, Alison removes her towel and opens Stella’s towel.
She takes Stella’s hand and places it on her breast. Stella squeezes it tight and pushes her tongue into Alison’s ear before necking her. Stella feels the wonderful tingling between her legs, and her excitement grows as Alison kisses down her body. Alison kisses and licks Stella’s navel as she pushes one fingertip between her labia. A shiver or tremor from Stella’s body tells Alison, “It is okay to go further.” And her kisses do go further down Stella’s tummy.
Alison slips off the sofa to kneel in front of Stella. She pushes Stella’s legs wider apart and kisses her pubic mound. Stella closes her eyes, and if paralysed, Stella gives in to Alison’s actions. A willing submission to the pleasure she is feeling as this lovely woman is taking her to a new sensation. Alison kisses the inside of Stella’s thighs, swapping from one to another and each time, coming closer to her centre. The thrill, the desire, the enjoyment grows not only between her legs but all over Stella’s body.
Then Alison kisses her clitoris hood!
Stella goes out of her mind with the excitement of this pleasure. When Alison opens her labia to lick her clitoris, Stella feels the electric rhythm flow all over her body. She lifts her hips and pushes hard on Alison’s face. Confused thoughts shoot through her mind as Stella reaches her climax. She trembles with pleasure, a pleasure she had not known before. Stella collapses back on the sofa and lays still, soaking in the afterglow and the joy of this new sensual fulfilment.
Allison is pleased her new friend was willing in this encounter and could see Stella enjoyed it so much. She could see Stella was overwhelmed and smiled to herself over the delight she brought. A few minutes later, Stella opened her eyes and was greeted with a lovely warm kiss from Alison. No words were spoken, as none were needed.
Alison knew it was time to be Stella’s friend again, and hoped that they be lovers another time. “I think we need another shower,” Alison said, “Shall we shower together?”
Stella was taken aback by the idea. Her mind was mixed with the feeling of the pleasure she had just experienced and her lack of knowledge of sex with another woman. Fearing her inadequacy, Stella declined the invitation. Alison, in her kindness and understanding, told Stella to shower alone while she looked after drying her clothes.
Stella showered, dried and told Alison that she had to go as she needed to write a report for work. Alison told Stella that the clothes were not dried, but she could borrow some for her as they were about the same size. Stella got dressed, gave Alison a big hug and kissed her, then left to get her car.
When Stella got back to her flat, she had a quick snack and went to bed. She lay awake for a while, thinking of the day and the joy of spending time with Alison. As she thought of the wonderful sex she had with Alison, her hand slipped between her legs, and she masturbated with those lovely memories. In the morning, she felt sorry and sad that she had not returned the pleasure for Alison.
Two weeks had passed since the ladies had spent time together. Alison was annoyed that she had not taken Stella’s address or phone number.
It was a lazy Sunday morning. Alison was wearing baggy shorts and a clingy t-shirt as she did her ironing. The doorbell rang, and she ran downstairs to open it. To Alison’s delight, standing at the door was Stella.
She was holding the clothes Alison had lent her. They were washed and neatly folded, and the coat had been dry cleaned. “Oh! Thank you, I have your clothes here,” Alison said as she pointed to the neat bundle on the stand nearby.
“How are you? It is good to see you again,” Alison continued as a big smile glowed on her face. “Did you come to bring the clothes back?”
“No! I missed you,” replied Stella, ” The clothes are my excuse to come over.”
Alison took the clothes, held Stella’s hand and brought her in, kicking the door shut.
“What kept you so long?” Alison asked.
“I was afraid,” Stella told her.
“Afraid of me?”
“No! Not you Alison. I am afraid that I am not good enough for you.”
“Look,” Alison said pointing to her t-shirt. Her nipples had become hard and were bulging out of her top. “You can see how good you are to me. We are only talking, and you are fully clothed.”
Alison put her arm around Stella and kissed her sweetly. She took Stella’s hand and led her upstairs, as she needed to take the clothes there.
After putting the clothes down in her bedroom, Alison turned to Stella, held her tight and gave her a long, sensual kiss.
“Just do what comes naturally,” Alison said and slipped Stella’s jacket off her shoulders.
Stella kissed her and slid her hand under Alison’s top onto her back. She slipped her other hand under the baggy shorts and onto Alison’s buttocks.
Alison spun around, and now Stella’s hand were on the front of Alison. They moved down between Alison’s legs, and Stella’s fingertips felt the wetness of Alison’s labia.
In no time at all, both ladies were in bed, nude, kissing hard, and feeling each other. Alison pushed Stella on her back and lay on top of her. Their pubic mounds rubbing on each other soon brought Stella to her first orgasm.
When Stella came back to earth, she asked, “I want to lick you, let me try please?”.
Alison knelt up the straddled Stella’s face. It all came naturally, as Stella’s lips and tongue had Alison shaking and trembling with pleasure.
Alison had to hold on to the headboard as she climaxed over Stella. This also told Stella she was good enough and gave her the confidence to make the rest of the day with her new love a wonderful day.
Over the next two months, Stella would call around to see Alison. They would also go out together and after they had a holiday together, Alison asked Stella to move in with her. Stella was happy to do this, and a few weeks later, she did.
They would also walk along the seafront hand in hand sometimes or sit on the bench where they first met.
One day, as they were walking, they saw a man walking towards them. At first, they let go of each other’s hand, but when they recognised him, they held hands again. It was Alex, the man who brought them together. He beamed a big smile as he came close.
“Hello, nice to see you two again. How are you?” Alex asked.
They told him they were now friends and thanked him for bringing them together.
“I think you are more than just friends,” he said.
Both ladies blushed.
“May I ask you one question?” Alex enquired.
Alison’s face became stern as she thought he may be too intrusive.
He asked, “Are you happy?” and a warm smile of approval came to his face.
Alison and Stella looked at each their face glowed as they both said, “Yes! we are.”
“Good for you,” Alex then looked at Stella and said, ” So what started as a ‘sob’ story has become a love story.”
He held his arms out to hug them both, and they accepted
