I graduated with a degree in English Lit and a Masters in Philosophy. Getting a good paying job was impossible and I finally took a job as a flight attendant for Delta and moved to Atlanta. My first flight was terrible, I felt so out of place. The other flight attendant who was training me was gay and he criticized me so much that I thought of quitting. I told this other girl how he had treated me and she told me that the gay guys were the worst, to do my best to stay away from them.
She and I became friends, we hooked up when we were both in town and after one night of a dull going out she asked me to come to her place and we could watch a movie. At her place we got comfortable and turned on a movie and she offered to do my toenails. While she was doing my toenails she rubbed and massaged my feet and my calves and she was kneeling in front of me and she said she could see my panties and my pretty little pussy. She leaned her head forward and asked me if my pussy needed a kiss.
Her hands were in between my thighs and she was opening my legs asking for pussy, she told me that she would give me all the pussy I wanted but she wanted pussy right then and to give her what she wanted. She got my panties off and she went down on me and sent me off into an orgasm. She stopped and took off her pants and her panties, her pussy was completely clean shaven, waxed like a baby's bottom, she asked me to touch and to lean forward and kiss her pussy.
With the movie still on she pulled me to her room and laid out a towel on the bed and told me she was going to trim me up, she wanted to dine on a nice freshly shaved pussy. After about half an hour she had done what she wanted, and she washed me with a warm wet washcloth and ate my pussy until I just couldn't do it anymore. She stripped naked and stripped me until I was totally naked and she sat on my chest and asked me to look at her pussy and think about how good it was going to be to eat it. After a couple of minutes, she got off, straddled me and lowered her pussy into my face and lowered her face into my pussy and we sixtynined for a quite a while.
When we were exhausted, who knows how many orgasms we'd had, we lay side by side, tit to tit and she declared that she had liked me from day one and she could tell that I was on her side of the isle, and she was right. We talked about our first times, high school, college and stuff and if we had ever had one night stands. She told me that lots of girls found themselves alone in hotel rooms and some gave into temptation and picked up a girl or a guy while they were there, and warned me about doing that. And told me that I had someone to come home to now.
After three years we quit the airline business and moved to Las Vegas looking for jobs. We both ended up working in hotels, fortunately in nice hotels. We enjoy personal spa days, we do each other's toes, and fingernails, and wax and shave each other's pussies. We massage our tits and derrieres with nice creams and prepare pussy and strawberry jam for desert. There are so many girls here looking for another girl, it is the lesbian capital of west, but we stay loyal to each other, no sense in getting into something that you can't get out of.
From time to time we talk about how we met and our first time, for some reason that always turns me on. Her sitting on her knees looking up between my legs telling me she can see my pretty little pussy and asking me if I need my pussy kissed. I guess it is those eyes looking at me begging for a yes that hooked me that day.
