The Reunion

By Susie Ray

A collection of sizzling stories of Women loving Women

The Reunion – tells the story of Joan and Wendy's sexy three-monthly re-unions, making up for lost time, wishing they could make their sessions permanent, but Joan has a husband and two teenage daughters, back home. Wendy has ties too, and their future seems impossible.

When Wendy fails to make contact as their arrangement falls due, Joan is so worried, it shows through the façade that she presents to her family, and gets advice from an unlikely source… Will she act upon it and will her dreams become reality?

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A Note to Mr Arnold

Jenny rang the front door-bell at two minutes to nine, next morning forcing a smile to cover her apprehension. The door opened revealing two very pretty women in their late twenties or early thirties. Jenny started,

"Good morning, my name is Jenny - the agency sent me to be your housemaid for the day."

They beckoned her inside and the first woman asked "Did the agency elaborate on what was expected of you?"

"No ma-am, they just told me it was an exotic appointment and I would be expected to do whatever I was told."

Little did Jenny realise what it would lead to, or how happy she would ultimately be…

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Eight other sizzling short stories are included in this anthology – best read when alone!

• Language: English
• Publisher: S-Ray Press
• Release date: Mar 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201990459

Susie Ray

Susie Ray Author bio I love to read and lose myself in stories conjured up by the written word – I am a mature individual, but I can still recall love’s first sweet kiss and the sting of rejection; the elation of being brought alive, by another’s caress, or tender words. I write sapphic stories for my own pleasure as well as hopefully that of the reader, and my head is full of ideas and storylines that are desperate to be shared. Admittedly, it was a freebie, but the first sapphic tale I read, left me feeling wanting and empty. I thought ‘I could do better than that’, and I did! My stories draw on a lifetime of experiences and places I have visited, so there is always a piece of ‘me’ in them. My preference is for short stories; tales, in bite-size portions, although some topics, simply require a novella to do them justice. I feel my writing skill has improved and grown with me over time and I am pleased to offer some of my work for your pleasure. Come lose yourself for a while, like I do when I’m writing…

Book preview

The Reunion

Chapter 1

M ary, Jenny, you are going to be late for school, and your father is leaving any moment Joan called up the stairs,

Mary, the elder of her two daughters took the stairs two at a time - ever the non-conformist, with Jenny trailing behind, her thumbs, busy sending some vital text, that could not wait till school. Peter appeared from the kitchen carrying their lunches and shepherded his kids to the car, kissing Joan on the cheek, saying,

Have a good re-union and we will see you late Sunday - don't worry about us, we will be fine as always.

The car doors slammed and they were gone - peace reigned once again, but Joan had no time to relax, as she had to re-do her packing - out came the dowdy old every-day underwear to be replaced by her new sexy lingerie. She wrote out a couple of last-minute notes for her daughters and attached them to their laptops, so they would be sure to see them, she changed into her travelling outfit, put on her coat and grabbed her keys and left the house, silent, to recover from yet another hectic week.

Two hours or so, later , Joan pulled into the car-park of the Lodge Hotel and seeing the car she expected, she parked next to it, in front of the guest bungalow with the pink door, checked her hair and make-up in the rear-view mirror, before changing from her casual driving shoes into her smart heels. Joan emerged from the car as genteelly as she could and retrieved her overnight bag from the back seat.

With her adrenaline rush, she tottered the few steps to the door, partly due to the imminent sales pitch, she was about to make and partly because she was out of practice wearing heels - she knocked and the door was opened by a stunning ginger haired woman.

Joan began her pitch Ms Baker, I hope you will not think me too forward, but could I interest you in any of my wares I have on offer today?

Ms Baker invited her in and closed the door behind them. With that, Joan opened her coat and revealed the items available - Ms Baker - her face non-committal, said,

Oh, I do like those, may I inspect them?

Joan nodded and Ms Baker stepped forward and cupped her hands around Joan's naked breasts, tweaking her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

She said, Joan - you are a tease, whatever will you think of next?

Joan replied We have waited three long months for this weekend - I just wanted to start it right. How are you Wendy - you look as gorgeous as ever?

Wendy slid her arms around Joan's slender waist and pulled them together, sampling the divine lips, that she had been dreaming about - the reality was even better than she remembered. She said to Joan,

Just let me change into something more suitable. While Joan removed her coat, she quickly removed her own frock revealing her nakedness beneath.

As they came together, their nipples said hello, before they were pressing as much of each other's bodies, as was physically possible, together, feeling the nerve endings sending 'overload' messages to their respective brains, where they were converted into sexual arousal signals, releasing endorphins, triggering their juices to flow.

Their hands were everywhere, caressing, trying to make up for three months lost pleasure Joan slid slowly down to her knees onto the yoga mats, all ready and waiting - she began kissing each of Wendy's mounds of delight, noting how the nipples became erect as she approached, becoming even firmer at the touch of her tongue, before being sucked into Joan's wanting mouth. Wendy was groaning her appreciation as Joan's hands travelled down her back to her rump, where she squeezed the cheeks of her buttocks, lifting and separating them, probing her crack with her finger-tips.

Joan sat on the mats and Wendy stepped a half-pace forward, and spread her legs, allowing Joan to inspect her vulva, which must have passed muster, because Joan saluted it with her tongue, before marching into her vagina. Wendy was whimpering, being reminded of the pleasure she had missed - Joan was in paradise, tasting her occasional lover - sensations bursting on her tongue, before being transmitted to her brain.

Wendy panted Bed, please.

They adjourned to the bed covered in plum coloured satin sheets, provided by Wendy, and Joan resumed where she had left off, but bringing her fingers in to play to reach the parts her tongue could not - her tongue found new use, caressing Wendy's clitoris to more squeals of desire.

Wendy galvanised her own hands into action and began her assault on Joan's vulva, gentle, but firm is how she liked it and that is what she got, quickly catching up with Wendy's state of arousal as they both drove each other ever onwards until they reached wonderful, sweaty, orgasms, which they each milked to ensure maximum duration, maximum pleasure. Wendy moved to lie with Joan and cradled her in a loving embrace.

Later, they stirred , showered and dressed in their pretty lingerie before dressing and going to their favourite bistro-cafe, for lunch, where they caught-up with each other's news; Wendy related how she was nagging her husband, Fred, to go to the doctors, as he did not look well, and was losing weight, but thus far, he had ignored her pleas; Joan told her, she thought Peter might be seeing someone else, as he had started taking more of an interest in his appearance for work - she added,

I don't blame him, we have barely had a love-life together, since the children came along. I was worried what the children might say, but they are eighteen and fifteen now and both fairly level-headed, Mary, the elder, may even have deduced my gay side, from the odd comment she has made to me, now and then - she might even be gay herself - I have never seen her with a boyfriend, but has loads of girl-friends. Anyway, enough of them - I have missed you so much since last time, each three months seems to take longer and longer to come around.

Same here. Wendy replied.

They quickly finished their lunch and headed back to their sanctuary, not wanting to waste another minute - their meetings usually took the same format, first day - all over each other, second day - renew their relationship, and last day - farewell love making to tide them over until the next time, before returning home to 'normality'.

Wendy said I wish we could go away together for a few weeks and not have to worry about getting home on time.

Joan replied I love my girls, but I wish I could have you as my partner and have them accept it.

Wendy summed up It is great to dream, but meanwhile, come to bed you minx.

She slipped between the sheets to a very warm and moist welcome as Wendy showed her just how much she had missed her - Joan responded well to her advances and was soon at the limit of her endurance, pausing only to hear Wendy promise,

I have a surprise for you, after dinner.

Excited, Joan gave in to her desires and had a joyous orgasm, leaving her gasping for breath, wondering what awaited her.

Chapter 2

Dinner was a romantic affair, sitting across from each other in a private booth, the dancing candle-light adding to the atmosphere - their finger-tips touching, clinking glasses before they sampled their aperitif, each swallow being an act of fore-play. They could not take their eyes from each other's stare, each blink causing Joan's heart to quicken, each touch, making her feel more moist - the food was excellent, but came a poor second to the anticipation that was building between them - the wine, a credit to the food, initially sipped with decorum, finally being gulped to quench their desires, but inflaming them instead.

Their need was too urgent for dessert, so they quickly settled up, leaving a generous tip and departed - as soon as they were safely in the car, Joan unbuttoned her top, leaned over and released Wendy's heaving breasts - they kissed, their, tongues wrestling for maximum contact.

Wendy said I am too old for making out in a car - let's hurry back to the lodge and do it in comfort.

Joan concurred, but could not help staring at Wendy's bosom, tantalising her from behind the flimsy lace of her bra - their earlier love-making, having whetted her appetite for the main event, about to come.

Inside the bungalow, nimble fingers made short work of removing their top clothes, leaving them standing in just their lingerie, caressing each other. Joan, still fascinated by Wendy's breasts, gently traced her fingers over her nipples through the lace, before reaching behind and unhooking Wendy's bra, whilst kissing her luscious, tender lips, tasting of heaven. Wendy allowed her bra to drop away, Joan feeling her firm buds pressing against her own through her own bra - she reached behind herself and unhooked the offending item, letting Wendy make direct skin contact with her own erect nipples - the sensation, almost overwhelming her.

Joan's head went back, as Wendy kissed her neck on-route for her breasts - her nipples standing proud and erect, demanding attention, which they received, as Wendy groaned at the delight of sampling Joan's buds, feeling them swell at her touch. Joan groaned,

Take me to bed, please, take me.

Wendy obliged, ever the attentive lover, as she kneeled above Joan, pecked her upside-down mouth, before returning her attention to her breasts - Joan was now able to reciprocate, as Wendy's breasts came into range.

Their ministrations left nothing wanting, as they suckled each other, both groaning with pleasure. Wendy was on the move, with Joan's groin as her new target, kissing and arousing as she went - Joan giving as good as she got, until their heads were lined up with each other's pleasure well - Wendy lay on her side elevating her leg, allowing Joan access.

Joan matched Wendy's move, feeling her juices, dripping down her thigh and then, Wendy's tongue, lapping them up, before making divine contact with her labia. Joan made her own divine connection and they feasted upon each other, both, simultaneously giving and receiving glorious stimulation. Joan transferred the focus of her tongue's attention to Wendy's clitoris, separating the lips with her fingers, before caressing her engorged clit with her tongue-tip and tracing her fingers around Wendy's pussy, before entering to a squeal of appreciation.

Wendy soon followed her lead and Joan was awash with wonderful sensations as she was driven by Wendy's touch, just as she was being driven by Joan - they drove each other to frenzy, before easing off, not wanting this ecstasy to end, but the inevitable was drawing ever nearer. Joan nipped Wendy's clit, trying to force her to allow her own release, Wendy nipped her back and Joan lost all control as she continued thrusting and clenching to her orgasm - she was shaking and shuddering to her release, too far gone to even realise that Wendy was in a similar state of ecstatic release.

Finally, they lay still and Joan literally dragged herself to lie with her lover, face-to-face, spent of all energy reserves. Joan awoke, still in her lover's embrace, smiled, kissed her and nodded off back to sleep, wrapped in a cocoon of their special love. Next morning, Wendy roused Joan with fresh coffee,

Hello gorgeous - I'm ravenous - let's get ready and go get breakfast.

They spent the day out, eating, window-shopping hand-in-hand, blissfully unaware of a few disapproving glances - they parked on a headland overlooking the dramatic scenery of the coastline, having an impromptu picnic of seafood chowder, a sandwich, followed by a sticky cake, all washed down with soft drinks. More shopping in the afternoon, where they bought each other small trinkets, tokens of their love that could easily be kept private, amongst their jewellery back home, but would declare their love at the merest glance.

They returned to the lodge, having enjoyed their day, being in each other's company once more and having re-affirmed their commitment to each other.

You did not tell me what your surprise was, yesterday.

Wendy replied It's not much - I may be travelling near to where you live, on business, in a month or so - I don't know if we could hook-up again then?

Joan dearly hoped they could, but a lot would depend upon the circumstances at home, nearer the time - Wendy knew Joan would move heaven and earth, if it was possible, so she kept hoping.

They decided upon a low-key dinner that evening and visited the diner where they had breakfast, that morning - the food was good and homely and plenty of it - the atmosphere was very relaxing and made for a very pleasant evening. They returned to their lodge, aware that their rendezvous was drawing to a close, which triggered their urgency to make the most of every remaining second.

Did you bring any toys, Wendy?

Wendy did not reply, instead searched her overnight bag and produced a silicone double-ended dildo, to Joan's delight - she responded,

Wonderful, I do enjoy making love to you face-to-face.

Wendy said coyly, I might have wanted to take your backside, doggy-fashion.

We can do that later, but now please let's do it my way.

They stripped and Joan leaned against the wall with her legs spread, while Wendy, knelt before her teasing her erect bud nipples with her tongue and upon hearing Joan begin to purr, she gently massaged one end of the dildo along her pussy and clitoris, before tantalising her with the head just inside her vagina. Sensing she was ready, due to her wetness, Wendy stood and they swapped positions.

Joan enjoyed the exhilaration, feeling Wendy's nipples grow inside her mouth as she sucked them - Joan was more generous with the head of the dildo, plunging deep within her lover to squeals of ecstasy, before leading Wendy to the bed, with