Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

As Marcy and Jack stepped from the terminal building they were greeted by a warm tropical breeze. A high of 80 degrees had been forecast for the day, a bit above seasonal for this time or year. Marcy didn’t mind at all. The warmth of the sun felt good. She took a deep breath and let it out.

“This is the life,” she declared as she took a pair of Ray-Bans out of her bag and put them on.

Jack smiled. “Yup!” he agreed. “The shuttle to the car rental place is across the street,” he said, heading for the crosswalk.

A shuttle bus arrived almost immediately, and then it was only a short ride to the rental place. Once they stepped off the bus and collected their bags, they proceeded through a set of doors which led into a large airy atrium. The perimeter was lined with a dozen different rental agencies and about half that number of food vendors. There were plenty of chairs and tables to eat at near the center of the room. There were also benches for folks waiting for the next shuttle bus back to the main terminal.

Marcy sat on a bench with their luggage as Jack took care of securing the car reservation. She glanced around the atrium taking in all the activity that was happening. There were lots of people there, mostly couples. Some of them had kids in tow and were probably on vacation.

As she scanned the room, looking for nothing in particular, she caught sight of a young girl and her mom standing in line at one of the rental car kiosks. The mother was wearing a pair of denim shorts that showcased her small round ass cheeks. The woman was probably in her early thirties, and from what Marcy could tell from her vantage point had the body of a model. As the woman turned to talk with the little girl, she revealed that her tiny pink halter top was covering a perky pair of boobs and not much else.

She’s a hottie, Marcy thought to herself, as she turned her attention from the woman to the little girl. The child had long blonde hair like her mother, which reached down to the small of her back. She appeared to be around eight or maybe nine years old and was wearing a light yellow sundress.

As Marcy watched, the girl bent over at the waist to pick up something she had dropped. When she did, the hem of her short dress slid up high enough that Marcy had a clear view of the child’s bare bottom.

Marcy was surprised by the sight, as it was not what she expected, but found herself very much enjoying the view.

The young blonde noticed Marcy looking as she picked up the item, and smiled at her. Once she was standing upright again the girl placed the item inside her shoulder bag. After glancing at her mother to make sure she wasn’t watching, she looked back over her shoulder at Marcy. Seeing she still had Marcy’s attention, the girl grabbed the hem of her dress and flashed Marcy her bum four times in a row.

Marcy’s heart was racing as she found herself being turned on by this little girl. She continued to watch the young flasher, hoping no one would catch on to them. She felt her face getting warm and her pussy getting wet. If she could have, she would have dropped her pants and rubbed one out right there.

As her mother started to move away from the counter, the girl knew she had time for one more flash for the horny lady on the bench. This time the little blonde faced toward Marcy, then spread her legs slightly and lifted up the front of her dress, exposing her bald pussy to anyone who happened to glance that way. The girl held the pose for a few seconds before dropping the hem and blowing Marcy a kiss.

Marcy could feel herself blushing, and was shocked by the brazen girl’s actions. The child giggled and turned, running to catch up with her mom. Marcy took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She was seriously contemplating going to the washroom to masturbate when Jack approached.

“We’re good to go,” he announced.

“Huh?”

“Time to go. I have the car,” he replied with a questioning look.

“Sorry, Jack, I was people-watching. Got lost in thought.”

Marcy stood and grabbed one of the suitcases as Jack took the others and set off through a different set of doors into the parking garage. They soon found the rental car, then loaded it up and headed for the resort. Once they got on the interstate, it was only a short trip to their exit. Jack followed the GPS directions down a secondary road that wound its way along the coastline for several miles.

Marcy watched the scenery go by, noting that signs of civilization were gradually getting sparse. Forty minutes later they arrived at a pink gravel road off the main road that led to a large gated marble entrance which opened onto the resort proper. Marcy was in awe of how beautiful it was. The grounds were manicured with a large water fountain in front of the white three-story main building. The front entrance was framed with pink marble columns and the roof was covered with red clay tiles.

“This is magnificent!” Marcy exclaimed as Jack pulled into the shaded parking area.

After getting their luggage from the car and checking in, they headed up to their second floor suite. The two-bedroom unit had a kitchenette off the dining area. A large living room with a fireplace and a big flat-screen TV completed the suite. Marcy opened the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony.

The view here was just as beautiful as the front. Marcy was looking down onto a large swimming pool with a hot tub and a wading pool for the little ones. There were plenty of deck chairs and umbrellas along the sides of the pool, as well as an open-air bar. Not far from the pool area was a large white sand beach that ended at the crystal blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico.

“Do you want to go down to the lounge for a bit before dinner?” Jack called from the living room.

“Not now. I want to hop in the tub and soak for a bit,” Marcy answered. “You go ahead. I’ll meet you downstairs later.”

“Okay then,” he replied. A few minutes later he was out the door.

Marcy stepped back inside the suite and headed for the Jacuzzi tub in the oversized bathroom. After turning on the water and checking the temperature, she padded back to the bedroom to undress.

As she started to disrobe, she spied her reflection the full-length mirror on the wall. Marcy turned and looked at herself. Smiling, she continued to strip. The blouse she’d been wearing was already off. She reached down and undid the button of her pants, then lowered the zipper. Not taking her eyes off her reflection, she pushed the pants down over her hips and let gravity do the rest. Stepping out of them, she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. She rolled her shoulders forward, allowing the garment to slide down her arms and join the crumpled pants on the floor. With two thumbs hooked in the waistband, her panties were next to go.

Totally naked now, Marcy admired herself in the mirror. The slender five-foot-six woman cupped her supple breasts and gently massaged them, pinching a pink nipple. She let one hand travel down across her flat belly, over her brown landing strip, and into the moistened folds of her labia. Her index finger soon found her sensitive clit, and she let herself toy with it for just a moment. Shivers of arousal raced through her body as the enticing images of that little girl still played in her mind.

Marcy groaned. “Damn I need to come!” she said to her reflection. She headed toward the waiting Jacuzzi with a sense of urgency. Shutting off the taps, she grabbed a bottle of fragrant oil and poured it into the steaming water. She climbed in and eased herself down into the water and turned on the jets.

Leaning back with her eyes closed, Marcy starting thinking of the little girl again. She pictured that bald pussy and her cute little round ass. Marcy’s hand was soon back between her legs rubbing her clit. Fingers moved slowly through the folds then into her vagina. In and out she pumped them, increasing the tempo as she continued to daydream. Her left hand pinched and pulled at each nipple in turn while she imagined the child being with her in the tub, their bodies close together as she explored the little one’s forbidden places with her fingers and tongue.

Marcy could feel the orgasm approaching. Her breathing became quicker and ragged as tremors stole through her like the rumble of an approaching train. She pumped her fingers faster and harder and her hips bucked against them. Bringing her left hand down, she began to vigorously rub her sensitive clit. Loud moans filled the bathroom as she neared the crescendo.

“Oh fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Marcy yelled, the orgasm crashing over her in a giant wave of pure elation. Water sloshed in the tub and splashed onto the floor as her body jerked and shook and her legs flailed around. Marcy took her hand away from her clit and grabbed the side of the tub, mainly to keep from drowning as she slid down into the water. Her breathing slowly returned to normal as the last of the aftershocks faded away.

“I so needed that,” she said to herself as she looked at the mess on the floor. Deciding to worry about it later, she glanced over at the clock by the sink and saw that she had time to relax a bit longer before meeting Jack.

Leaning back and closing her eyes, she felt her pussy respond favorably as she rested a hand on it. Maybe she even had time for another orgasm.

Continue on to Chapter 3