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Even though she was expecting someone, Kimberly still jumped when
the doorbell rang. It had been like this lately. A thick, palpable
tension crackled around her, transporting her far from the present,
leaving her exposed, vulnerable. Literally exposed, she discovered,
for she had been standing naked before the full length mirror in the
hallway of her apartment when the doorbell rang.

Though Kimberly had convinced herself that her staring at her own image
in the mirror had not been planned, it too had been occurring more and
more lately. She blamed the heat of the August day; and it was hot,
well over ninety. She had been cleaning up in the kitchen when her own
body heat had become unbearable, soaking her shorts and T-shirt with
slick sweat. After stripping and tossing the clothes into the laundry,
she was going back to her bedroom when she passed herself in the mirror.

Before she was even aware that she had stopped, her head had spun quickly,
as if she had caught sight of someone attractive. A small smile pushed
up the corners of her mouth as she halted and looked. Suddenly, she was
feeling more secure about her looks. Though she was not a heavy woman,
in college Kimberly had been on the softball team, and she had the build
one normally associates with softball players: large, firm breasts,
square shoulders, slim and solid hips, thick legs. Since that time a few
years ago, however, she had worked hard to attain a more feminine figure.

The image staring back at her suggested she had succeeded. In place
of the thick legs there were now two slender, toned limbs. If she
lacked the stride of a lady it was only because she detested high heels.
Her bum had filled out in the last couple of years, and she did nothing to
discourage it, adding many repetitions of squats in the gym she went to
three times a week. Her real work, however, was evidenced at her waist,
which had lost more than several inches. This she credited to cutting
almost all the fat out of her diet.

So she had stopped to admire her body in the mirror. But that admiration,
that physical appreciation, had quickly left her hollow. I've got the
body I want, she thought winsomely as she let her hands run up her hips.
But I'm lacking something--something very important. As her hands reached
the sides of her heavy breasts, she knew what it was--or, more precisely,
what it wasn't. A shudder rippled through her body at the touch of her
hands to her breasts and she closed her eyes.

His name had been Doug, and she should of taken that to be the first
warning. Doug, it seemed, was a universal name used by all good looking
men. She knew the day she turned Doug's head that all her hard work,
all the dieting and exercising, had paid off. Doug was a majestic male,
and so taken by him had she been that a trickle of sexual excitement
soaked her crotch and ran down the inside of her leg the very second
their eyes had met.

Seducing him was next, something she thought she could never do. But he
was all too eager to be seduced, and as she slipped his clothes away to
reveal the most startling body she had ever seen, her excitement strangely
began to ebb. In fact, by the time he had worked his way into her, she
was nearly dry. Only through a great sexual effort had she been able
to tolerate his thrusting, his lips on her breasts, his probing fingers.
And that was what made her shudder as she looked at herself now.

The thing that allowed Kimberly to survive her fading night of lust with
Doug had been the vision of another woman. Standing before the mirror
and lightly rolling her own aching nipples between thumb and forefinger,
that vision returned.

Kimberly didn't know who the woman she kept fantasizing about was.
Just an amalgamation of feminine features that sent her into wild,
shuddering convulsions. A composite woman, a strange, dark beauty
of the American type, large breasted, cherry nippled, red lipped,
the woman could have stepped from the pages of a lingerie catalogue.
Kimberly's heart raced, and the image once more flooded back to her.

They were always on a beach, Kimberly and the woman. The sun was high
and very hot, suggesting a tropical location. Kimberly, laying in a
lounge and clad only in a bikini that let the better parts of her fall
out, would always spot the woman from afar. Sitting up, she would watch
the woman approach. As remarkable a body as the woman had, Kimberly
would always notice her smile first. It was the smile that got her,
the smile that set her heart on its side, the smile that tingled the
warm nook between her legs.

As the woman covered the last few steps, she would reach up behind her
and release herself from the tiny swimsuit. Then, Kimberly would see
the oil. For a moment the woman would stand over Kimberly, and Kimberly
would see that she carried a small bottle of oil. The woman's smile never
changed, even then as she slowly caressed Kimberly's body with her eyes.
Without saying a word, the woman would kneel beside Kimberly and began
stripping away her bikini.

With one sharp suck, Kimberly's breath would be drawn in, arching her back
sunward, swelling her breasts and thrusting them up where they met a hot
trickle of oil. The woman's fingers were tender but firm as they spread
the oil in small, eccentric circles, running up the mass of Kimberly's
breasts, dallying on her nipples, tipping them with rocked prominence,
then sliding down the concave of her belly, until finally the woman's
fingers skidded over the tangle of her pubic hair and plied the slick
folds of flesh between her legs.

When the doorbell rang a second time, Kimberly gasped and opened her eyes.
Her dizziness nearly toppled her, and the first thing she saw was her own
reflection. Two fingers of a hand were buried deep within her dark venus,
and she squatted slightly to accommodate the mounting orgasm within her.
The inside of one thigh was shiny and slick and a musky smell, the smell
of sex, hung in the air like a low morning fog.

Quickly Kimberly grabbed a fresh T-shirt and pulled it on as she rushed
to the door. One more second, she thought, trying to catch her breath.

She spoke into the intercom: "Who is it?"

A woman's voice answered: "Eastern Cable. I'm here to hook up your
cable television service."

Again, Kimberly didn't know what to do. With the image of her fantasy
woman still smoldering behind her eyes, she immediately associated
the female voice with that. But the woman Kimberly let into her
apartment was quite different. First of all, she was blonde and petite.
And her clothing left everything to the imagination, for she was clad
in the dark blue workers' coverall prominent in the blue collar world.
A baseball cap bearing the Eastern Cable Company logo hid what Kimberly
suspected was a short, close cropped haircut. A patch over her left
breast proclaimed her name to be Janet.

Janet was not at all unattractive, thought Kimberly as she pointed down
the hall and followed her. Fine, pale skin and thin lips were a delicate
contrast to the type of work Janet did, and her blue eyes were pale and
frosty. There must have been a lot more woman to Janet, for as Kimberly
followed her she noticed an evident wiggle in her behind. By the time
they reached the living room, Kimberly was smiling. Janet caught her
as she turned around, and her own smile broke her lips. For a moment,
there was a silence that was awkward only in anticipation.

"That's a very nice television," said Janet.

"Thanks. That's one of the reasons I finally decided to get cable.
The reception on this side of the city is lousy."

"I know." Janet's eyes darted down for a second, and only then was
Kimberly made fully aware of how short the t- shirt she was wearing really
was. In fact, it had been ear marked for the rag bag. Kimberly looked
down and found that her nipples, still hard and sensitive, pushed through
the worn material, as if they too wanted to see what Janet looked like.
For all intents and purposes, the T-shirt ended just below the lower
reaches of her pudendum. She wondered how much of her cheeks would
be revealed in the back, but instead of embarrassing her, the thought
of it, the knowledge that she was naked save for the dying T-shirt in
the presence of an attractive woman sent an electric thrill buzzing
through her body. When Kimberly looked back up, Janet had turned to
the television.

"Okay if I slide the set forward?"

"Sure, whatever."

With the television set pushed forward, Janet got in behind it and began
setting up the cable box. In this manner, she could face Kimberly and
the rest of the living room. Kimberly watched her work, and saw that
she continued to smile. Smile, she thought. Her smile is so lovely,
so peaceful, so warm. Like the smile of the woman--

"You must be dying in that work suit," Kimberly said, folding her arms
beneath her breasts. pushing them up slightly and hiking the bottom of
the T-shirt up a critical inch or two. Janet's eyes flashed to that
newly revealed spot for a second. The smile remained.

"Yeah. We were supposed to be issued summer uniforms, but, as usual,
somebody screwed up."

"Would you like something cold to drink?"

"Maybe when I'm finished, thanks."

Kimberly backed up a step, keeping Janet in her sight, and sat down on
the couch. At first she sat with her knees together, watching Janet
work, watching her smile. Then, when Janet seemed particularly engrossed
with the circuitry behind the set, Kimberly tucked one leg beneath her,
and brought the other knee up to her chin. Her crotch was now boldly
revealed to the open air, her T-shirt well up over her hips.

A foreign electricity gripped Kimberly. She felt drunk and surreal,
almost as if she were having an out of body experience. Rising up from
herself, she saw the scene: Janet, working diligently, and Kimberly,
her pussy thrown open wide to world, as if this were a normal, everyday
occurrence. The thought of it made her mouth thick and sticky and tinny
with expectation. Janet finally looked up.

She made no attempt to disguise the track of her eyes: they started
first at Kimberly's face, but then they were drawn down magically, down
to that black, exposed vee, and there they boldly stayed, one second,
two seconds, three seconds, before traveling up the line of her legs,
back down to her exposed pinkness, and then, finally, back up to her eyes.

Janet said: "Do you know where the cable jack is?"

Kimberly swallowed precipitously and said, "Yes. It's just around
the corner."

The two women stood there in the small hallway opposite the mirror.
Just above the mirror was the cable jack.

"I've never seen a cable jack in a stranger place," said Janet.

Kimberly was watching them in the mirror; the hallway seemed crowded,
the two of them, plus their images. When Kimberly spoke, she did so to
Janet's image, not to Janet directly.

"It's a really old building, so cable must have been an afterthought,
I guess."

"I guess," said Janet, taking Kimberly's lead and speaking to the mirror.
"Have you got a stool or something?"

Kimberly retrieved a stool from the closet, and as Janet was about to
climb it, Kimberly gently took her arm.

"Wait a minute," Kimberly said, again speaking to Janet's image in the
mirror that faced them, "it's dirty up there."

With a rag in her hand, Kimberly mounted the three steps of the stool.

Janet never moved. The smile, that same small, thin smile never
left her lips. When Kimberly reached the top step, she looked down.
Janet's face was level with her hips. Kimberly hesitated a moment,
returning Janet's smile. Then, she lifted her arms up over her shoulders
and began to slowly wipe the dust from the moulding above. At first
she did not look down; she preferred to fantasize.

Behind her eyes, Kimberly tried to imagine the scene below her.
With her arms lifted high, the short T-shirt would hike up well above
her navel, exposing herself entirely to Janet. Her breasts, as well,
would be visible as they tented out her T-shirt. Kimberly felt the new
air reaching her body, and she continued to slowly wipe away the dust.
When Kimberly finally did look down, after what seemed like hours,
she saw that Janet was indeed looking.

But Janet was not looking at Kimberly; instead she looked at Kimberly's
image in the mirror. The smile was still there, but now it was more
intense, as if Janet were studying for an exam. Slowly, Janet's head
turned. When it stopped, her nose was only a few short inches from
Kimberly's exposed vulva. Her eyes ran around it, then they moved up
under her shirt, and Kimberly herself wondered what her breasts looked
like from below. Finally, Janet closed her eyes and took in a long,
deep breath through her nose.

Kimberly's musky juicing filled the apartment.

"I think that it's ready," said Kimberly, and as she stepped carefully
down, she kept her eyes locked with Janet's.

When Janet had finished hooking up the cable, she returned to the
television in the living room. Kneeling before it, she turned the power
on and began fiddling with the controls.

"Could you help me?" she asked, turning to Kimberly. "There's a small
control knob in the back of the cable box, and I need to synchronize it
with your set. Could you turn it slowly for me?"

Kimberly moved over next to Janet, and once again her crotch was on a
level with Janet's eyes.

"I think I've found it," said Kimberly.

"Good. Now, slowly turn it counter-clockwise. There, just like that."

Kimberly's heart was thudding painfully beneath her breasts. Janet would
be done in a moment, then gone. Suddenly, Kimberly felt her feet
edging forward. Janet stopped watching the television and started
watching Kimberly. With her toes Kimberly pulled herself to Janet.
A final gentle hip thrust brought her pussy mound in contact with the
baseball cap Janet wore. Kimberly began biting her lip, then her tongue
escaped, licking her lips while she watched.

Janet reached up and delicately removed her cap. She laid it on the
floor beside her. Now Kimberly's crotch came closer, until finally she
could feel the end of Janet's nose tickling her pubic hair. Finally,
Janet's smile disappeared. But only because her tongue, thick and red and
swollen to resemble a piece of wet, exotic fruit, extended from her mouth.

Kimberly felt the first warm probing of Janet's tongue and released her
tumescence instantly. Her body shivered and she gently bucked her hips
in a forward rotational motion. Janet's hands slid up behind her and
firmly grasped her buns, steadying Kimberly while firmly pulling her
onto her wide opened mouth. Only with great effort did Kimberly manage
to pull off her T-shirt. She continued shuddering while Janet's licking
and sucking focused.

And then, Kimberly felt her clitoris isolated by Janet's lips. With her
lips forming a tiny "o", Janet slowly sucked it, drawing it forward,
while her nose made small circles on the surface of Kimberly's soaked
pudendum. Again Kimberly felt herself tumbling toward another release,
and she came hard and long and spasmodically, grabbing the back of
Janet's head and forcing her face deep into the heat between her legs.
When she had finished, Kimberly stood back and watched Janet rise.

Janet escaped from her coveralls quickly, revealing a hidden treasure of
a body. Her breasts were small by comparison to Kimberly's, but Janet's
muscular back made them seem larger. Kimberly gasped when she saw the
small, almost white trace of hair pointing south between Janet's hips.
Now both naked, they stopped a few inches from each other, content in
their silent admiration.

Then Janet stepped forward, rising up a little on her tiptoes so their
nipples could touch. Both women looked down and watched as the ends of
their breasts nudged and rubbed each other. Soon they were fondling
each other gently. Janet was first, daring now, and her finger tips
caressed the sides of Kimberly's breasts, sliding down to her nipples,
big brown diamonds surrounded by a chocolate sea of areola. There she
simultaneously pinched both her own nipple and Kimberly's between her
thumb and forefinger. Kimberly let out a small cry of surprise, then
joined in with Janet.

And then, they kissed, lightly at first, with some trepidation, then with
a deep force that pulled them together and mashed their chests into one
warm mass of quivering joy. Their hands fled freely over each other,
kneading buns, pulling harder.

Slowly they fell to their knees, then all the way to the floor. Kimberly
gently forced Janet onto her back and covered her with her own body.
On all fours, Kimberly dangled her breasts over Janet's, rotating her
back and again letting her nipples graze Janet's. Her mouth drew her
down farther, and soon she had one of Janet's breasts in her mouth.

With her lips far apart she engulfed most of the breast. Inside her mouth
she felt the fat of her tongue lick Janet's solid nipple. In another
moment she had the nipple between her teeth, and while her incisors
lightly gripped it, her tongue dashed back and forth over the part of
the nipple that had been pinched behind her teeth. Finally Janet moaned,
then arched her back.

As if she could extrude and project her vulva, the hot folds of Janet's
flesh there reached out and brushed against Kimberly's own mound.
By gently scissoring each other, the women found they could stimulate
themselves in a most carnal way. Kimberly was content to ride her
partner in this fashion for uncountable minutes.

She found herself sliding away, however, her body pulled along the surface
of Janet's, her large breasts displacing themselves first on Janet's,
then down her tight waist to the small roundness of her tummy, across her
wiry pubis where, for a breathless instant Kimberly felt her nipple slide
across Janet's soaked crotch, and finally along the inside of her thighs.

Then Kimberly rose and knelt between Janet's legs, which were spread
wide apart. Letting her fingers race down the inside of Janet's thighs,
Kimberly felt her own smile mounting. Janet returned it and reached up
and fondled one of Kimberly's breasts. Then Kimberly closed her eyes
and opened her mouth as she slowly descended upon Janet.

Kimberly tasted salt at first, the sweat from Janet's heat. Her tongue
licked the inside of Janet's hard thighs. And then it entered a soft,
wet place, musky, acid in taste, but oh so sweet and tender. Her mouth
opened and her lips came into play and behind her closed eyes Kimberly's
fantasy slowly melted into the reality of the afternoon.

It had finished with Janet reaching a low, rumbling orgasm. Continuing to
lay on her back, Janet projected her bottom up into the air by arching
her back deeply and propping her buns up with her hands. Kimberly sat
cross legged and helped hold Janet up, who really weighed next to nothing.
This allowed Janet to dr*pe her legs over Kimberly's shoulders; at times
Kimberly thought she would drown in a tide of Janet's wet reaction.
She felt as though she had drunk gallons of sweet nectar.

And then, with Janet's bucking finished, they rolled into one more
embrace, one more wet trade, a final taste. While Janet dressed, Kimberly
watched from the couch, not bothering herself to reclothe. She got up to
walk her to the door. There Janet hesitated and turned to face Kimberly.

"I'm not sure I hooked everything up correctly," said Janet, trying
to hold back her smile. "I might have to come back and...readjust
something."

Janet allowed herself one last tweak of Kimberly's nipples, and then she
was gone. Kimberly leaned against the door, her eyes closed, her chest
heaving with her sharp intakes of breath. When she finally opened her
eyes, she walked over to the television and unscrewed the cable wire.
The television, which had been on but muted the entire time, now went
white with snow.

Kimberly melted into her couch and smiled. Her tension was gone.

End of Story