Hide and Seek 

Part 5

The electronic buzzer of the telephone awoke Tara for the
second day in a row.  Jason had left at some point during
the night or early morning without saying goodbye.  Tara
was quite happy with that.

The now all too familiar voice of her tormentor greeted
Tara as she spoke into the phone.

"Another grand performance my darling.  I hope you are
feeling good this morning."

"Please just tell me where my husband is.  Why are you
doing this to us?"

"Patience, patience, my dear.  If you keep cooperating the
two of you will be together again soon enough.  Well, we
have a busy day ahead of us. We had better get started.
Are you ready for your next clue?"

A defeated Tara responded, "Yes sir, I am ready."

"Good.  Just a quick recap of yesterday's clues to help you
get rolling this morning.  The clues in order are landmark,
west, and California.  The clue for this morning is
'Oklahoma.' Give me your guess when you are ready."

The clue did not help Tara at all.  "California and
Oklahoma . . . what . . ." Her mind raced for several long
moments.

"Tara, I am going to have to get answer from you now," her
controller commanded.

"Ok, ok...all I can thing of that might connect California
and Oklahoma is Route 66."

"Well, a creative guess indeed.  Unfortunately it is also
wrong.  You will find a package at your front door
containing your outfit for the day.  It is identical with what
you were wearing in the bar last night except that your
blouse has now been replaced.  Please wear only the items
in the package plus the shoes you were given yesterday.
Once you are dressed follow the directions in the envelope
on your car.  You have a ten o'clock appointment.  You are
to follow the directions of your host as if I were giving
them myself.  The same rules apply as yesterday.  If you
fail to complete a task your husband will suffer for it."

Tara had a few extra minutes this morning and devoted that
time to her hair and make-up that she neglected the day
before.  She was certain people were about to be using her
sexually and saw no harm in being presentable when they
did.

She retrieved the package at her door and true to form
found a duplicate of the same revealing bra and panty set
and mini that she wore yesterday.  In the package however
also found a figure hugging satin tank top that had a deep
plunging neckline.  Once on and combined with the lifting
of the cut bra pushing her breast up and down, the effect
left little to the imagination.  Her cleavage was held tightly
against her chest by the tight top. The open-front bra meant
that the outline of her nipples was clearly visible without
the nipples even being erect. Tara left the house that again
giving the appearance of a woman with sex on her mind.

The directions led Tara to a home on the south east side of
town.  It was a perfectly middle class neighborhood of
older houses that appeared to have been built in the 60's or
70's.  The older development was quiet on this weekday
morning as most of the occupants had left for work by the
time Tara arrived.

Tara found the house in question.  It was a simple brick
ranch home with a well-kept yard and a single Honda
Accord in the driveway.  With no direction from her
director, she simply went to the front door and rang the
bell.  An elegant African-America woman opened the door.
Even at mid-morning she was dress in a simple black dress
and mildly accessorized with a splash of gold jewelry.  The
lady gave the appearance that this was her normal attire and
not simply a special occasion to impress the young bride at
her door.

Roxanne was her name.  She was tall for a woman at about
5' 7".  Healthy full-B cup breasts and a tight round backside
that stood proudly and firmly above her legs accentuated
her slim build.  The woman's presence and body oozed with
the precision and dignity of a confident and focused
woman.

Roxanne warmly welcomed Tara into her home with a full
two-arm hug.  The large woman swallowed Tara up in her
arms.  The hug lasted just a little longer than Tara was
accustomed to with another woman.

Once seated in the living room, Roxanne began to speak,
"It my pleasure to meet you Tara and I must say I am glad
you have come to me today.  You are a sexy little lady,
that's for sure."

Tara was starting to feel apprehensive about this encounter.
Roxanne had appeared innocuous enough, but the hug and
the praise of Tara's sexuality had her feeling slightly
uneasy.   Sub-consciously, Tara crossed her legs tightly and
smoothed the pleats of her short skirt in a vain attempt to
cover her thighs.  Unfortunately for her, another sub-
conscience act occurred.  Her nipples hardened under the
intense, burning eyes of Roxanne.

Roxanne continued, "Now sugar, you can just call me
Roxy.  Got that?"

"Ok, Roxy." Tara replied with a firm enunciation of the
"Roxy" in an attempt to appear more confident and playful
than she really was.

Roxy stood and moved to the center of the room.  She
motioned for Tara to join her.  Tara followed on cue and
stood in front of the taller woman.  Silently, Roxy's hands
traced along the outer edges of Tara's breasts.  Her erect
nipples provided the dark skinned hands an invitation to
circle in and hit the sensitive center of her mounds.  Roxy
lowered her hands and grasped the bottom of Tara's tank.
Slowly the taut fabric pealed away and over Tara's head.

Discarding the unneeded tank, Roxanne's full chocolate lips
descended until they met Tara's mouth. The kissing started
slowly.  Roxy's visitor was uncertain about the touch of
another woman.  But the repeated light and tender
manipulations moistened Tara's lips and she loosened the
clutches of her jaw just enough.  Roxy gently took
advantage of the opening and slipped her warm nimble
tongue between Tara's lips.  The new sensation gained slow
acceptance by Tara.  But the experienced older woman read
her new friends' responses well.  Roxy progressed and
pushed on slowly.  She waited for Tara to respond to this
new feeling before pressing it home.  After two or three
probings by Roxy's tongue, she finally felt a response from
Tara's tongue.  At this point the kissing began in earnest.
Roxanne remained the dominant partner and now that she
was welcomed into Tara's mouth her tongue darted and
dashed in a hot dance inside the young wife's mouth.

As the kissing increased, Roxy's hands started taking in
more and more of Tara's body.  They easily found the
zipper along Tara's right hip that released the tension of the
small skirt against Tara's body.  Her hands spread the seam
open wide and the pleated garment fell to the floor.

She spun Tara around and stood directly behind her.  Roxy
flipped Tara's long brown hair away from her right
shoulder, exposing her neck and ear.  Her tender lips lightly
sucked along the base of the shorter woman's neck.  Tara
voluntarily tilted her neck to the left offering up the
sensitive flesh.  Roxy took full advantage of the offer and
sucked softly and vigorously along the muscular olive skin.
Her hands wrapped around Tara's torso and found her full
breast ready to be massaged. Tara's chest was flush with
her arousal and soft moans began escaping from her throat.

Roxy kissed around the edges and Tara's right ear.
"mmmm...you are delicious doll.  I could just eat you up all
day along.  My God your breasts are just gorgeous and your
skin is so smooth and sexy.  I've just got to taste all of you."

Roxy's tongue trailed down the spine of her visitor.  It
stopped at the lacy line of Tara's panties.  She grabbed a
hold of the trimmed edges, "Do you want me to take these
off, sweetie?"

Tara just cooed in reply.

"I want to hear you say it.  Ask me to take off your panties.
Tell me you want to show me your sweet pussy."

"Oh yes, Roxy.  Please pull off my panties. I want you to
see my pussy," Tara hissed in reply.

The response was good enough.  Roxanne tugged on the
small covering and it slipped to the floor.  Tara stood
exposed in front of a new lover for the second day in a row.

"Good Lord baby, that ass of yours is as nice as those tits."
Roxy buried her face in Tara's full ass.  Her hands wrapped
around her flared hips and the index finger on each hand
slid between Tara's thighs and scrapped along the bottom of
her pussy.

"Yesssss . . .nice and wet for ole Roxy already," she lifted
her head from Tara's ass long enough to utter.

Roxy stood, took a second to unhook Tara's bra and spun
the smaller woman around to face her.

"Your turn.  Take my clothes off now."

Tara took the short mid-length black dress and pulled it
over it off over Roxy's head.   Underneath was already
naked except for her stockings and garters.

Roxy pushed Tara onto a seated position on the couch.  She
pressed her knees apart and slid in between giving her
access to Tara's open pussy.  "You ready for this?"

Tara hesitated.

"Come on now, spread those lips open so good ole Roxy
can have a taste."

Tara's hands applied gentle pressure to open her sex up just
as she had in the club the day before.  But this time
someone was about to dive into the exposed slit.  And Roxy
was eager to go to work.  Her long torso bent over and
snaked down to the edge of the couch to find the moist
pussy.  Her warm tongue licked quickly over the length of
Tara's sex and the pressed sharply into the dark passage.
Her long tongue fucked Tara's vagina with dagger-sharp
strokes and licked up every morsel of Tara's arousal.
Roxy's thumb found Tara's clit.  With her tongue fucking
the desperate bride's pussy like a tireless cock and her
clitoris being squeezed between Roxy's expert fingers,
Tara's climax was an irresistible force.

She no longer cared who was giving her pleasure.  It felt
the same to her body.  Roxy knew instinctively what Tara's
mound and body needed.  Each step of the way she had
anticipated how much and how fast.  Her skill brought Tara
the edge of an earth-moving orgasm.  Tara just had to get
out of the way and let it take control of her.  She did.  Her
muscles tensed and locked frozen as her breathing stopped
for a moment.  Then the involuntary spasms focused all of
Tara's energies on the firing nerve endings being set ablaze
under the watchful eye of her first female lover.  Tara had
no excess energies to scream or flail around.  Just small
squeaks escaped her lips as her mouth and throat joined the
full body spasm she experienced.

Roxy allowed Tara to rest in the glow of her release.  She
slid up her torso and took her breasts into her mouth for the
first time.  Roxy lazily sucked the pliable flesh atop Tara
reclined body until she felt Tara regaining her perspective
on the world.

"It's my turn now, doll."

A flicker of fear flashed across Tara's face.  It was clear she
had not thought that far in advance.  Roxy rolled off the top
of Tara.   She took up position on the floor.  She lay on her
back, with her knees bent and spread apart.  Roxy's finger
beckoned for Tara to join her.

Tara slid off the couch and placed a hand on each knee.
She stared blankly down at the shaven, dark sex below her.
She had been eaten out thousands of times, but never had
she done this.  At this point, fear of failure and
awkwardness was a greater concern than any sexual or
moral issues.  She had just had one of the best orgasms of
her life and was actually willing to return the favor.

Roxy sensed the anxiety, "You'll do fine, baby doll.  Just
dive right in and do to me what feels good on you."

Tara led with her hands.   She pulled back the swollen labia
of her counterpart.  Her eyes were mesmerized by the sharp
contrast of Roxy's cocoa colored outer labia and the almost
neon pink of the inner folds of her pussy.  Tara lightly
traced the outline of the color barrier.  The touch on the
tender flesh elicited the first sigh from Roxanne.  The
separated skin exposed the large hood covering Roxy's clit.
Tara saw her target and went to work.  She sucked the large
nub into her mouth and assaulted the bump with machine
gun fast flicks.  The rapid-fire stimulation went right to
work on Roxy.  She came hard and fast for Tara.  Roxy's
pussy showered Tara with cum as she squirted her juices
out on each contraction.  When she was finished a puddle
of ejaculate gathered on the wood floor under Roxy's hips.

"That's why I always get on the floor, sweetie."

Roxy sat up with Tara still kneeling in front of her.  The
two women spent the remainder of Tara's appointment
kissing and petting each other's naked bodies.