Just because I’m into women, some of my straight friends think it’s easy for me to get laid any time I want. They assume there’s some magic thing that happens when one lesbian looks at another that signals we should immediately take our clothes off and start fucking. Well, for me, it’s not that simple. It’s not that I’m not sexy. I’m six feet tall with long, wavy blonde hair, plus I’ve got an impressive ass and tits and I make the most of them. I’ve dated all sorts of women and don’t have one single type. I’m good at flirting, but that still doesn’t guarantee I can get laid on a Saturday night.
A big problem is that I kept meeting women who wanted to “experiment” with me, meaning I have to take on the role of teacher, and I wanted to find a girl or girls who knew their way around a woman’s body and could show me a wild time in the sack. I’m tired of giving lessons in Girl Sex 101.
So when my friend Diana suggested going to a lesbian resort for a long weekend, I jumped at the opportunity. With a thousand lesbians all in one place, I knew my chances of getting laid were high. Mostly I wanted to have fun, and with Diana and our other friend Eva there, we were sure to have a great time. I packed a good number of sex toys three vibrators, two dildos, some lube and a paddle. Whether I found a partner or not, I was prepared.
We were all eager to leave our responsibilities at home and have as much fun as we could manage, drinking and staying up all night, and sexing it up with strangers if that’s how things went. We arrived at the resort and checked in to our suite, then immediately changed into our bikinis and headed to the pool.
I wanted to appear friendly and approachable, and avoid looking like I was attached to either of my friends. They’re plenty hot, but we’re better off as platonic friends than fuck buddies. We chose side by side lounge chairs, but I put on headphones and, behind the privacy of my sunglasses, started checking out the hundreds of women surrounding us. It truly was hot babe central. I can get into butch or femme women, and as I was looking around, I locked eyes with a woman with close cropped gray hair and blazing blue eyes. She was staring right at me, looking like she wanted to eat me for lunch.
I pretended to look away, to flick my eyes toward my magazine, but I could feel her stare burning through me as strongly as the sun. It was impossible not to notice, and when I chanced a glance up at her, she didn’t smile or wink, but kept staring in my direction. It wasn’t creepy, though. It was like she was letting me know she was going to have me before the weekend or perhaps even the afternoon was over. I kept covertly checking her out, waiting for some hot young thing to sidle up to her, but she appeared to be alone.
Finally, my antics were noticed by my friends, who urged me to approach her. “She’s made it clear that she’s interested, Lesley,” Diana said, encouraging me. “What do you have to lose? But you look hot in that bikini. If that woman doesn’t pounce on you, I’m sure another one will!”
I stood up and shook my hair, took a deep breath, and focused on the horizon just over the woman’s shoulders. I didn’t want to stare at her yet. I wanted to let her look at me. I also had to come up with a less cheesy line than: “Come here often?”
As it turned out, the butch was the first to speak. “I’ve been waiting for you to get that sweet ass over here. I was planning on giving you a light spanking, but now I think you’ll need a more intense punishment because you kept me waiting.” How rude! was my first thought. She was pushy and presumptuous, and I might have told her off, if what she’d said hadn’t made me so hot.
“What else are you going to do to me?” I still didn’t know her name, and I was aware that our risqu conversation could be overheard by the nearby women lounging in the sun.
The handsome butch pulled me down so I was sitting on her lap and then whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you with a cock so big it’s going to make you walk funny.” So she’d brought her own toys, too I liked that!
“How do you know I want to be spanked?” I asked coquettishly.
“Well, do you?” she demanded, calling my bluff. I couldn’t lie well, I could have, but then I’d have been deprived of the joy of being taken over her knee.
“I do but only by women who know what they’re doing.”
“Oh, missy, I definitely know what I’m doing. I think the more important question is: What are you doing sitting here? We should head to my room.” I watched her walk, totally confident that I was following her, and turned to wave good bye to my friends, who were busy with flirtations of their own.
“I’m Kate, by the way,” she called over her shoulder.
“Lesley,” I responded, and apparently that was all she needed to know. We’d dispensed with the small talk and were about to head straight to the fucking.
Kate’s room was right down the hall from mine, so if her equipment was lacking, I knew I could run and get mine. But she had planned even better than I had! She had a whole carry on suitcase full of toys!
Kate sat on the bed and immediately tossed me over her lap within two minutes of us entering the room. “Your ass is going to match your tiny red bikini,” she said, which made me moan. I didn’t want to say, “Please,” and sound too greedy, but I guess my wiggling ass said that for me.
Kate started slapping me with her hand, but when she saw how horny she was making me, she reached for something else. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but it sure did sting! She whacked me a few times, and then paused to admire her work. “You like it rough, don’t you, Lesley?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, falling easily into my role. Sometimes I really get off on a powerful woman taking control of me.
“I think you need something harder,” she said, and the next item to hit the center of my butt, my sweet spot, was mean and stern. It burned, but I liked it, enjoying the steady series of slaps. “You tell me when you’re ready for me to fuck you,” Kate said, her way of letting me know she wasn’t going to spank me all night. I held out, loving the heat that permeated my backside until my wet pussy couldn’t be ignored any longer.
“Please, fuck me now.”
“Good girl,” Kate said, pulling me up for a kiss. I ran my fingers through her short hair, then down her back. I wanted to feel her breasts but she told me to get on my hands and knees. “Don’t worry about being too loud. I like that in a woman.” How did she know I like to scream while getting fucked? Probably because I’d been loud while she spanked me.
I whipped off my bikini bottoms, got on my hands and knees, and thrust my ass in the air. I couldn’t see what kind of dildo she was about to use, but I was pleased when Kate smeared some lube onto my pussy. I didn’t need it, but lube never hurts. Soon a fat dildo was pressing against my entrance. For a moment, I tightened up, but then I looked back at her. She winked and looked so sexy that I put my head down and fully relaxed, allowing her to drive the cock deep into my wet hole.
I was getting fucked hard, and she was grunting as loudly as I was. “Yeah, take it, take my cock in your tight little pussy.” She kept up a stream of dirty talk, but the dildo felt so good stretching me wide and filling me up that I didn’t pay attention to everything she was muttering. I was so happy to finally be getting properly fucked. Soon I was coming, which earned Kate’s praise. She teased me by pulling out, then slamming back in, and I liked that she could see how wet she was making my cunt. When I’d come three times, she pulled out and ordered me onto my knees to suck her cock.
She managed to slip a small vibrator under the strap of the harness and used that to get herself off while I tasted my juices on her blue silicone dick. “Swallow it,” she ordered, thrusting deeply into my mouth before tossing her head back and trembling her way to orgasm.
Afterward, we made out fiercely again before heading to the bathroom. She’d lucked out with a giant bathtub, which was big enough for both of us. “We could bring this with us,” she said, holding up a waterproof duck shaped vibrator.
“Why not?” I asked, and then we headed off for another round of fun.
I spent most of the rest of the weekend with Kate, and she’s promised to call next time she’s in my town, since she travels a lot for business.
I left the all night dance parties to my friends while I tried out every toy in Kate’s toy box and mine. It was one hell of a vacation!
Ms. Lesley R., Santa Monica, California