Dear Readers, as promised in my latest submission "My readers first real lesbian experiences" I tried to collect my readers favourite real life lesbian experiences and/or favourite erotic fantasies. This is the first mail I got from a mail-friend of mine. If it's true or a fantasy I will (or can) not tell, but I'm happy that my friend Andrea let me post it to literotica. I really hope for more of your feedback and contribution to either my "first time lesbian" or my "favourite experiences or fantasies" series. Thanks in advance; your Pussylove69!nnAndrea's Experience; from Andrea; 23; Student; written in the words of pussylove69nnMy name is Andrea. I'm a student and about sixth month ago I experienced something that changed my life forever. I'm a rather sportive type of girl, with firm but rather smallish B-cupped breasts. I have blonde hair, which are cut in a feminine but sportive style and rather short. nnMy flat is near a well known and well equipped wellness and relax hotel. Its SPA-area is also open for paying guests. I'm visiting it every Wednesday in the late evening. Normally between eight and ten p. the Turkish-steam-bath and the sauna and warm-water pool are completely deserted and so I have it all on my own. nnThat one evening I again saw nobody in the shower area. I undressed and started with a long, warm and relaxing shower. Nude as I was I entered the SPA-area and opened the door to the Turkish steam bath. It was damp and foggy with warm steam. Visibility was very limited and so at first I thought I was alone in the room. nnThen I saw a woman sit on one of the benches.

Acting persons:nnShari (18; black student girl); Christine Fisher (53; white BBW-Lady)nnShari was a young black girl of 18. She had been very good at school and so got a place at the university. So she had just moved to Boston to start her studies. Till now she had lived with her parents in one of the poor regions of Washington in a small flat. She had been fed up with that kind of living and was very glad to start into a new life. nnShe had never been in Boston before and so knew nobody in town. Her scholarship paid the fees for the university, but she still had no flat. She could not afford much. So she started flipping through the newspapers and a very special ad caught her eye.nn“Financially independent lady offers accommodation to nice, young female students. Details at personal appointment.”nnShari didn't think long and just called the number. She reached the lady, who named herself Christine Fisher at first called and made an appointment for the afternoon. She had spent the first few nights in a cheap, a little dirty, youth hostel. She wanted to look good. So she took a shower and dressed in her best skirt and shirt, still very cheap clothes. She watched herself in the mirror. She liked her looks. She was a slim girl, with rather small, very firm breasts and small very dark nipples. Her soft skin was a very dark black-brown.

Acting persons:nnSandra Blackmore (53); Po Ling (18)nnPo Ling was on an exchange programme of her school in Hong Kong and had the chance to spend a whole year in Bristol. She was a shy, young girl of 18. She was only 1,65 m in height and her body was all quite tender and slim. Her breasts were firm and round like small plates. They were not very big, but perfectly fitted to her body. The colour of her skin was a typical Asian exotic darker and it was very soft. Her face was pretty, young and soft and tender looking, with full red lips, a beautiful nose and the typical shaped-shaped, exotic looking dark, brown eyes. She wore her dark, almost black hair down to her chin.nnShe was in England now for almost two month but had due to her shyness not really found any real friends. She lived in a small flat on her own. One of her favourite places when there was rainy weather – and in Bristol the weather was rainy very often – was the biggest department store of the city.nnShe was hanging around there on this day, too and tried some perfumes. There was one she really liked, but it was very expensive. Out of a strange mood she decided to steal it. She had never stolen anything before and she wasn’t really considering what she was doing. She just looked around and put it into her handbag. She wanted to leave then, but suddenly a hand grabbed her at her shoulder. “Hello, little Lady!”, a male voice said in a harsh tone. “Might I take a look into your bag?

Thanks to all who provided great feedback, both supportive and critical, in support of this series. DkGynnGuilt filled Vanessa's psyche and large tears welled up in her eyes. She, a middle-aged housewife and mother, had just fucked a young man who was one of her son's best friends and acted like a wanton slut while she did it. He had satisfied her by fucking her like no one ever had. She'd never felt such passion and lust in her life. She felt thoroughly satisfied physically, but that did nothing to assuage her guilt. And she feared what she now knew - that she would always want and dream about Tom's cock forever. nn"What am I going to do?" She thought. She'd never felt worse in her entire life as she lay there wiping away the tears. "What am I going to do?" nnMeanwhile, Tom thought, "Damn, Mrs. is one hot fucking MILF! My boys are gonna love sexing this new MILF slut!" nnAbout 20 minutes passed by before Tom touched Mrs. J's clit, causing her to jump.nn"Tom, Noooooo .," pleaded the hot mature woman. "I'm still recovering and we need to stop ."nn"Baby, I know this hot cunt," said the stud lasciviously.