"I can't meditate," hissed Carol in a whisper even though the nearest cottage was hundreds of yards away from them. "My stomach is growling too loud.""I know I should be thanking you for this," sighed Carol, leaning against the cool stucco wall of the cottage she and Jeanine had been sharing for two days. "But right now I really hate you for talking me into this."
"Shhh..." chastised Jeanine keeping her eyes closed. "This is suppose to be silent meditation time, remember?"
"I can't meditate," hissed Carol in a whisper even though the nearest cottage was hundreds of yards away from them. "My stomach is growling too loud."
Jeanine laughed despite herself and opened her eyes from her meditation. She and Carol had signed up for the weekend retreat thinking it would be great way to spend some time together away from work and their families. It had been over twenty years since they had shared a room together at college, but even their tiny dorm room was plush compared to their current rustic conditions. There were no creature comforts and their entertainment had consisted of hiking and meditation.
"I take it you're not having a good time," said Jeanine, brushing her shoulder-length, brunette hair back from her face with both hands. Her face was still naturally beautiful without makeup.
"I'm hungry, horny, and tired of listening to myself breath." Carol's sarcastic humor was still a redeeming part of her character.
Jeanine laughed and walked across the room to retrieve her backpack. She reached inside and pulled out a candy bar and tossed it to Carol who was playing with a thread on her cotton nightshirt.
"Well, I can help you out with the hunger," said Jeanine. "But you'll have to take care of the horny part yourself."
"I take it all back," Carol said quickly unwrapping the candy bar. "I could never hate you." She took a bite while Jeanine stretched out on her cot.
"So you mean you won't do me too?" teased Carol, savoring another bite of chocolate.
"No," said Jeanine, looking up at the plaster peeling away on the ceiling. "I'm quite happy knowing I've had one great lesbian experience in my life."
"Really?" Carol sat up at full attention and stared at Jeanine. "Who?"
"A woman I met in Paris when I went there to teach English after we got out of college."
"Funny, that was never mentioned in any of your letters," grinned Carol.
"Well, there was a lot that happened in Paris that I never wrote you about." Jeanine stood and pulled back the sheets on her cot. She slipped off her jeans and sweatshirt and crawled into bed wearing only her cotton panties.
"I hear a great bedtime story coming," said Carol standing from the bed and pulling back the sheets. "You are going to tell me all about it, aren't you?"
"Only if you turn off the lamp and promise to be quiet."
Without further encouragement, Carol walked over to the table and turned down the oil lamp until the only light in the room came from the moon outside the window. She hurried back to her cot and snuggled between the sheets and waited quietly.
"Her name was Veronique," Jeanine began. "She was around 40 years old and owned a small lingerie shop near the Place de la Bastille. I shopped there frequently because I loved her store and the types of clothing she would have on display. She was always so friendly to me that I felt very comfortable there.
"Veronique always closed the shop for a two-hour lunch break, and one day I was there talking with her when she walked over and turned the sign on the door and locked it. I was kind of surprised that she didn't ask me to leave during her break. But instead she told me that she had some new items she wanted me to try on.
"I followed her to the to the back of store where the changing area was. She picked up a box and brought it over to a small couch and tossed it on the cushion telling me that she thought of me when she ordered it.
"Opening the box, I found a black merry widow made out of the finest French lace. I was wearing a green turtle neck sweater and a tight pair of jeans, and she stood there and watched as I took them off. Normally, she would have left me to change alone, but I really didn't think too much about it when she stayed. When I stood there in my plain white cotton bra and undies, she walked behind me and slid her finger in the elastic to look at the brand. Her touch startled me, and yet excited me at the same time. She laughed at my American brand simplicity and I took them off quickly to stop her ridicule.
"She picked up the corset, stood behind me, and told me to bend over. I thought the request was very odd, but she encouraged me again and I followed her instructions. She reached around in front of me and in a second had captured my small breasts in the corset and pulled me upright, lacing the garment so tight that my breasts sprang from the top and my waist disappeared."
Carol's sheets rustled slightly, and Jeanine unconsciously reached into her panties as she retold the favorite part of her story.
"She ran her fingers over my cleavage and told me how beautiful I was. I had never felt such a soft touch before and I stood mesmerized watching her in the mirror. She asked me if I had ever made love to another woman and I told her no.
"Without another word, she unbuttoned her dress and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were much larger than mine with very big nipples. She took my hands and ran them over her breasts. It was an odd feeling... like something very familiar and yet different. She told me to pinch her nipples, and at first I was too embarrassed to do it.
"Then, Veronique put her hands over mine and showed me how to squeeze and pinch them hard. She closed her eyes and moaned when I pinched them harder and I found myself getting turned by her reaction. A million thoughts were running through my mind about what we were doing and that this wasn't who I was. But when she leaned me down on the couch and crawled between my legs, it didn't matter."
Jeanine's fingers stroked and pinched her clit in remembrance. She could hear slight moans coming from Carol's cot as she continued.
"I don't think I've ever had a man lick my pussy the way Veronique did. She whispered in French while she kissed it, and then bite the side of my thighs and very slowly kissed her way back up to my clit. Her lips seemed so soft and sensuous as I rocked my hips beneath her mouth."
"Her tongue was so great," sighed Jeanine. She was stroking her own pussy faster now and telling the story was becoming more difficult.
"Oh God," moaned Carol. "Don't stop."
"She pulled my ass up off the couch and licked my little hole. I don't think anyone had done that to me before then. It was such a shock, but such a total turn on that I screamed. I remember how I begged her to keep doing it.
"Her tongue would flick against my ass, then she would drop my legs a bit and run it over my clit. Back and forth she went until I couldn't stand it anymore. Then she poked one of her fingers in my ass while she licked my clit and I started to come."
On the last word, Jeanine let her orgasm go and shuttered quietly beneath the sheets. She could tell that Carol was having difficulty containing her own release in the dark. After a few moments when her breathing had returned to normal, she continued the story.
"She was a great lady and I think about that day often. There was a sensuality that I learned from her that day. Even though I haven't wanted to ever repeat it with another woman, I'm really glad that I had the opportunity to experience it with her."
"Wow," sighed Carol. "That was so hot."
"Mmmm..." moaned Jeanine. "Think you can sleep now?"
"Well, I sure have something to dream about," laughed Carol. "Really big nipples, huh?"
Jeanine laughed and rolled over on her stomach. She hadn't thought about Veronique in a long time. Retelling the story brought it all back like it was yesterday. And thinking about Veronique still got her hot and brought her the sweetest orgasm.