You're mine!

The blonde smiled as she hung up the phone. "Half an hour, huh..." she said in a soft, silky voice, tieing her golden hair back into a ponytail as she stretched. She wanted to greet her clothed, and not make it too obvious about what was going on, so she hid her... tools away, and dressed up nicely. A nice, lacy black bra and panty set... She smiled at the thought of awnsering the door in that. She slipped into a red bathrober and waited for the arrival of her guest.

She was really happy she'd put that ad in the paper. It was really hard to find girls of that disposition lately, all the ones she knew had broken up or just didn't like her at all. It was aggravating and frustrasting, in a way she couldn't quite place. What, am I not good enough? She looked down at her body, inspecting it.

Her hair was a darkish blonde, her eyes a bright blue. Her skin was slightly tanned, making her nipples, soft and pink, stand out even more. She trimmed her pubic hair, usually, but for this one, she'd shaved it entirely, taking her time to get it perfectly smooth and bare. She had a wide hourglass figure, her day job at some stupid firm where she was ogled constantly.

Almost exactly half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Abby was standing by the white wood door, her pink hair cut freshly short, bangs and ponytail gone. She was wearing a business suit, navy blue. Her white linen shirt was pressed and buttoned, hiding the binding that squashed her large Bs to look very flat. Her blue silken tie helped with the hiding.

In reality, she was a very pretty girl. Had been since she was little. But once she'd told her parents she was a lesbian, she'd been kicked right out, and decided it was better to be herself than pretend to be some prissy girly girl. So now her hair was pink, her suit was from Jos A. Banks, and her job paid her enough to live in the gay/lesbian district.

Compulsively, she reached up and smoothed back her short hair. Her glasses slid down her nose and she pushed them up, putting her hand in her pants' pocket, her other hand holding a simple rose. She always brought one to her first dates, because she was that kind of a person--hopelessly romantic.

The door opened to reveal a tall, sultry woman, leaning against the doorframe. "Oooh, you're even cuter than you sounded." she murmured softly, the red robe she was wearing open in the front to reveal lingerie that was more lace than black cloth. She smiled as her fingers genty slid against the tie, slowly feeling the length of it before gripping it and gently pulling her inside by it with a catlike grin. She ed her through the room until, eventually setting her down in a big plush chair. "Do you want something to nibble before we start?" she asked, straddling her lap, and drawing close.

"How about some fruit?" Abby asked, quietly, made not at all uncomfortable by the other girl's forwardness. They had set up the relationship ahead of time, agreeing to have a platonic sex relationship. Abby was an escort. This was what she got paid for. Rachel was getting a discount, because she was a friend of a friend.

Gently, she kissed the other girl's lips. It was only a quick kiss, though, before she pulled back and pressed the flower of the rose to the other girl's lips. "This needs a vase, baby." Abby was the perfect partner--not dominant, not submissive. She was very neutral, especially when she was having sex with someone. It wasn't fair to bet emotionally attached.

"I'll be waiting."

Rachel took the rose, kissing her back as she walked into the kitchen, humming quietly. She'd been prepared. She had some nice pitless cherries in the fridge, which she took out and rinsed. She walked back into the room, her hips slowly swaying as she turned on some quiet music to help the mood. With a mischevious grin, she slid off the robe and sat on Abby's lap again, gently pressing a cherry against her lips.

Abby showed an approving smile as she saw the other girl's lingerie and hips. She parted her lips to allow the cherry passage, pulling it off the stem with her teeth. Her hands began to travel along the other girl's delectable body, starting at her hips, sliding up her sides. They reached the girl's smooth underarms, then traveled along the arms themselves, back up to the shoulders again. Her hands were soft, gentle. Slowly, they slid down the other girl's back, down to her ass, squeezing it gently with one hand. When she'd swallowed her cherry, she smiled up at the other girl slyly. "We're doing it in the chair, then?"

Rachel leaned in close, kissing her lips as she closed her eyes in pleasure. Her hands held her face gently, her body pressing closer. Rachel took in Abby's scent as her hands slid from her face to her sides. She wanted so badly to rip off her clothes, pull the strap-on from under the seat, and fuck her, right then, but she remained patient.

Abby gripped the other girl's ass with one hand, her other hand traveling up and down her back. She was a beautiful girl, with a beautiful body, and one of few people that Abby really wanted. A loose strand of her pink hair fell into her eyes as she looked up at the girl in her lap. Her hand cupped the other's cheek gently and she kissed her again, then pulled her hands back, wiggling her way out of her suit jacket.

"Shall I undress myself?" She asked, her linen shirt still hiding her feminine form. She was actually very pretty under all her fabric, but when she was fully dressed she looked a little mannish.

Rachel let out a little gasp as her ass was groped, smiling. "Hmmm, I'd like that." she said, kissing her neck, gently. "Take it slowly." she said softly, nibbling her earlobe playfully. She was experimenting, as they had only spoken on the phone previous. She was looking for those zones that would make her gasp and moan at the touch.

Abby let an appreciative noise escape her throat, but didn't buck her hips or moan. She carefully undid her tie, dropping it to the floor next to the chair. Slowly, her nimble fingers undid the buttons of the white linen shirt, and she pulled it off her shoulders, rising up off the back of the chair to do so. Her binding was tight and hid her breasts well. She didn't know how she was going to get her pants off, but at least she had the shirt off and Rachel could undo the binding if she wanted.

Rachel frowned.
"You hid them..." she said, pouting as she gently unwrapped her breasts, smiling and kissing the revealed flesh gently as her other hand undid her pants. "That's not very nice of you." she added with a smiled as her had slid inside over her panties. She kissed Abby's lips as she let go of the wrapping, letting it fall to the floor.

Abby's face tinted just slightly red as her breasts were revealed. "It pays in my business, when a woman really wants a man." She admitted. Abby was into girls, but some girls just wanted guys. So she ended up binding her breasts, leaving her shirt on, and fucking other women with strapons, so they felt like they were having a guy who was as gentle as a girl. It got her big money, too. She ran her hands around to the clasp of Rachel's bra, undoing it and starting to pull the revealing garment off, waiting for approval.

Rachel smiled as she slid up against her, the soft breasts pressing against each other. "Mmmm..." she murmured softly. Soft... "Lety's get you out of the rest of these." she said softly, rising up and pulling down her pants slowly, kissing her hips and thighs.

Abby ran her fingers through the other's long blonde hair, looking down at her through sparkling sea-green eyes. "You're fast..." She murmured, closing her eyes, happy she'd worn her white cotton panties instead of like... pink ones. She pressed her finger tips to the other girl's head, swirling them in a gentle scalp massage. "Come up here, won't you?"

Rachel smiled, the flesh-on-flesh contact sending shivers up and down her spine, her body reacting in the most obvious ways as she smiled up at her with her catlike grin. "Ohkay." she said softly, kissing her lips. Her tongue slid along her lips, then inside, dancing with hers as it encircled it. She let out a long moan of pleasure.
Oh, god, it was perfect. She'd been waiting for so long, and she was everything she'd hoped for. Certainly, a little shy, but she liked that.

Abby let out another of her appreciative noises as she was kissed. It wasn't that she was shy, persay, just careful. She didn't want to get attached to the people who paid her. It was a difficult job. She ran one hand to Rachel's breast and squeezed it roughly, feeling the soft orb with a smile on her lips. Her free hand traveled to the girl's ass, squeezing it too, but more firmly than she'd grabbed the breast. They'd barely touched the cherries, now sitting on the coffee table next to the chair they were in, but that was more of an icebreaker than anything, at least for Abby.

Rachel smiled and moaned softly as the girl touched her, blushed a little at the touch as she kissed her neck, trying to hide it. "Ah... ahn...." she stopped kissing and whimpered softly. "C-can w-we switch places?" she murmured softly, looking into the escort's eyes. "P-p-please? I... I kinda want you to t-take over." she said softly.

Abby nodded and carefully stood, placing her hands on Rachel's hips, pulling the other girl against her quite suddenly. She gave her hips a little grind, then pushed her gently onto the chair, pushing off her own panties. "You said you had your own?" She half-asked about the strap on, looking to see if it was in any obvious places.

"Y-yeah, U-under the ch-chair." she managed quietly. "You look good naked." she murmured, slipping out of her own to reveal her shaven sex. "G-g-go easy on me.... please. It's been a while." She seemed tense, nervous. Her body language was that she wanted to be loved gently, not just fucked. The way her knees stayed together, especially, rather than relaxing.

Abby read and analyzed the body language quickly as she searched under the chair for the tool. When she found it, she stood up again, examining the harness and purple dildo. This gave Rachel a good view of the other's sex--she was not shaven, but nicely trimmed, and very tidy. She had no sores or blemishes, because she kept herself very clean. Her legs were shaved too, perfectly, and her nipples were already slightly stiffened. When she heard Rachel speak, she leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on the girl's forehead. "I'm not plowing into you just yet, I promise. There's still more to do."

"I-in that case..." she gently took the other's hand, leading her by the hand through the big house. It was a really nice place. After all, Rachel had a nice job and was able to afford Abby, so it followed her place was also nice. Pretty paintings and quality carpt that tickled their feet. "I-in here." she murmured, leading her into a cute, girly bedroom, full of stuffed anumals and pink. It was a weird shift from the rest of the house.

Abby followed along behind the other girl, the strap on in her other hand. When they got to the room, a smirk crossed her lips. She suddenly pulled the other girl against her, pressing their bodies together, hungrily kissing the other girl's lips, her tongue entering the other's mouth. Slowly, she started to lead Rachel towards the bed, her free hand grabbing the beautiful girl's ass. It seemed to be time to switch to dominant mode.

Racheal kissed her back, her hands sliding down that beautiful body to gently grip those luscious breasts, taking her time to pinch the nipples and gently suckle them. Once finished with that, she lay back on the bed, pulling her down by the hand gently. "I want... you to.... to touch me..." she murmured, blushing.

Abby nodded and set the strap on at the end of the bed, climbing carefully up near the other girl. She planted a gentle kiss on her lips, then trailed down her cheek and to her neck, suckling the soft skin. One hand propped her up off the other's warm body, and her free hand moved to the girl's breast, massaging it lightly, then pinching the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her lips were working hard, suckling and licking, and her teeth nibbled gently on Rachel's collar bone.

Rachel smiled, her back arching as her eyes closed in pleasure. Blush bloomed across her face, but she didn't care. "Ohhh, Abby... Aaaahnn..." she moaned softly, her fingers sifting through the short hair. "Oh, god, more...." she kissed the girl's forehead, wanting to kiss her lips, taste her skin again. "You're so good..." she murmured softly, her hands sliding down her neck and back, along her spine.