A Moist Date
ff

It started very simply. Monica had never been
asked on a date by a woman before, let alone one
as beautiful as Jennifer. They had worked in the
same firm for quite some time. Monica had noticed
Jennifer from time to time, admiring her clothes,
her style, and her body. Of course, she was no
slouch either. Monica was 5"3', an hour-glass
figure, firm, tight ass, large and heavy breasts
(about a 34 DD) and a very sensual face. Her full
lips were always painted a glossy bright red. Long
thick blond hair hung to her shoulders. She also
appreciated fine clothing, and wore the most
flattering styles to her body. She was partial to
short skirts, tight yet tailored blouses, and the
latest high heel platform shoes and boots. But
Jennifer was just if not more sensual. The same
height and shape, with huge, very firm breasts.
They must have been 36 DD's! Her hair was very
deep brown and her facial features were very
Latin. Her lips were even fuller than Monica's.
And she was partial to dark, Goth-like make up.
The one thing they both had in common, along with
a fine taste in clothes, was their very thin
waists, hips and legs yet very large breasts and
round asses. Now, Monica new what secret she had
for keeping such a trim figure without working
out, and she wondered how Jennifer did it. Perhaps
she'd find out in a private moment with her.

The big question had come out of the blue. Monica
had just broken it off with her boyfriend of
several months, and Jennifer was seeing someone
steadily. That was one reason why Monica was
surprised when Jennifer approached her after hours
by the water cooler when no one was around. After
a small round of small talk, Jennifer said, " Hey,
I hope you don't think I'm being too forward but I
was wondering if you were busy for dinner Friday
night? I kinda like your style, Monica, and I
thought we might have some fun together. What do
you think?" Jennifer gazed deeply into Monica's
eyes.

"Oh, umm, well.. Is this like just hanging out
like friends, or are you actually asking me out on
a date?" Monica felt awkward at first, but was
rapidly warming to the idea of her first date with
another woman, especially someone as sexy as
Jennifer. Those lips were magnetic, and her
breasts were straining behind the silk of
Jennifer's blouse.

"Well, if you're interested," Jennifer looked
around quickly to make sure no one was around yet,
"I'd like to make it a date. I know that you know
I've been seeing John, but I'd like to get to know
you better and thought we could make a night of
it. I don't know if you're into girls at all, but
I've been very bi for a long time, and I thought
you might be interested." Jennifer slowly licked
her painted lips. She moved a little closer to the
blond, just enough for their mutually huge breasts
to slightly graze. The sudden contact was
electric.

Monica began feeling a warmth spreading from
between her legs. The prospect of a date with
Jennifer was turning her on. She couldn't believe
how much. Especially when Jennifer reached out and
took her hand, intertwining fingers with long,
painted nails. The sultry brunette began to
massage the blond's fingers. "Yeah, okay, sure,
why not?" Monica heard herself say as the heat
spread. She stroked Jennifer's fingers in return.
"I've never been on a date with a girl before, but
I guess you're, uh, inspiring me. Let's just keep
it between us to see how things go. But I'm game."
She was feeling more than game. She noticed the
other girl's tongue moistening her lips and began
to wonder what it would be like to taste that
lipstick on her own.

Jennifer smiled, looked around quickly, then
suddenly leaned forward, and gave Monica a quick
yet moist kiss on the lips. But then she just as
quickly ran her tongue across Monica's upper lip.
"Ummm, tasty. This will be fun. I gotta run, why
don't we meet at Aldo's at 7pm, it's usually
pretty quiet then. I'll get us a private booth in
the back where we can talk. Okay?"

Monica was stunned by the sudden kiss and lick.
Yet she recovered enough to say, "Sure. That
sounds great. How should I dress? Dancing after
dinner or movie, or what?"

"Dress slutty. Let's go dancing afterward. I feel
like a night out. We'll have some fun." Jennifer
released Monica's hand, put a finger to her own
lips. She spit a small amount of saliva out,
scooped it quickly with her finger, then placed
the finger on Monica's lips, leaving the small,
gooey deposit of spit on the blond's red lips. In
a low voice, she said, "Here's something of mine
to taste, something special. Enjoy until Friday."

With that, Jennifer handed her water cup to Monica
and winked at her. Monica watched Jennifer's ass
sway as she moved down the hall. It seemed to sway
just a bit more--for her? What a surprise! She
felt the small amount of spit on her lips, and
slowly ran her tongue on it, gathered it up and
brought it into her mouth to savor. It tasted of
peppermints. Jennifer's intimate essence. Aside
from her cum, saliva was the most erotic bodily
fluid the girl could have shared with her. Except
pee, and she wasn't into that--yet. Monica rolled
it around in her mouth a moment, then swallowed
it. She looked down at the paper cup in her hand.
It still hand some water in it, and, better yet,
had a burgundy imprint of Jennifer's lipstick on
it. Monica raised the cup slowly to her mouth, ran
her tongue along the edge that still had the moist
lipstick mark, and then planted her mouth directly
on the imprint, savoring the taste of Jennifer's
lipstick and drinking the remaining water. It was
the most sensual feeling. It was almost as if she
were kissing Jennifer at the time. But she had a
feeling that would come later. Now she would day
dream of the coming date. And tasting more of
Jennifer's saliva. What else would she be tasting
Friday night?

As Monica prepared Friday night, she remembered
Jennifer's request to dress "slutty" for a night
out of dinner and dancing. To accomplish this, and
not wanting to disappoint Jennifer in the least,
she squeezed into the tightest pair of hip-hugger
black leather jeans and a tiny red stretch tank
top. She wore no panties since the pants were so
tight and she always liked the feel of leather
against her cunt. While she wore a lacy bra, she
knew her breasts would be bulging out of the top,
and cleavage would be there for Jennifer to see.
No sense in hiding much, who knows what the night
would bring? She added a pair of black leather
platform high heels and a short black leather
biker jacket. Her blond hair fell over her
shoulders. She made sure her long nails were
freshly painted the same bright red as her
lipstick, and her eyes were made up in dark, heavy
shades. The slutty look needed to match her makeup
as well. As she entered Aldo's, she knew she'd
worn the right outfit for her first date with
Jennifer, based upon the ogling of the few
men--and a couple of the women? But when she saw
Jennifer, she was even more impressed.

The gorgeous brunette stood up from the table in
the back and waved to her. As Monica swayed toward
the booth, she noticed Jennifer's sultry eyes go
wide as she ogled her body. However, she knew her
eyes went wide too as she took in Jennifer's
outfit. Her taste for black leather clothing must
have been the same as Monica's because she was
wearing an extremely tight and short mini skirt
with a white satin blouse tucked into a wide,
hip-hugging leather belt. She also wore knee-high
black leather platform boots that accented her
legs in a very sensual way. Her jacket was on the
seat next to her, but it was a matching black
leather as well.

"Well, looks like we're the black leather bitches
tonight. Love your outfit!" Monica said as she
approached her date. She could feel her armpits
begin to sweat under her leather jacket. It
accentuated the animal scent of leather that began
to surround her.

"Wow, you too! You look great!" Jennifer reached
out and wrapped her arms around Monica in a tight
hug. She wanted to feel the blond's leather jacket
against her breasts. Monica returned the hug,
cheek to cheek. They lingered for a moment. Monica
could suddenly smell the heady aroma of their
leather clothes, and it felt good to press her
thighs to Jennifer's leather-clad thighs. They
seemed to fit together like a glove. As her face
was so close to Jennifer's hair, rubbing their
cheeks together, she could feel the warmth of
Jennifer's neck. Still in the hug, Monica backed
her face away and looked Jennifer in the eyes,
then at her incredible lips. She was wearing very
heavy makeup, and burgundy lipstick that matched
her long burgundy fingernails. Monica licked her
own lips slowly, moistening them for a kiss hello.
But she decided to take a more aggressive
initiative. She remembered the girl's saliva that
was left on her lips last time.

"Hey, that's a great shade of lipstick on you. Let
me taste." With that, Monica quickly closed the
distance between their faces and slid her tongue
out to run it along Jennifer's lips, without
smearing the lipstick. "Ummmm, yummy. Good enough
to eat!"

Jennifer, surprised at Monica's aggressiveness,
smiled and ran her own tongue over her lips to
taste the moisture the blond had left of her
saliva. It matched the moisture she was feeling
between her legs, and was glad for the leather
skirt covering her cunt to keep a wet patch from
forming. "Well, we'll see. If you're a good girl,
perhaps I'll let you get a better taste later."
She giggled while they sat across from each other
at the private booth. Monica removed her jacket
and draped it on the back of the chair, thrusting
out her large breasts to impress her date, if she
hadn't already. She was going to make this a hot
date, she had decided.

They made lots of small talk during dinner. Monica
noticed how much Jennifer ate. How did she do that
without gaining weight? She though she might know,
but would ask her later. They were done with the
meal, sipping several after dinner drinks when
Jennifer asked to excuse herself for the ladies
room. "Do you want to come, Monica? I'll show you
what I do after my meals. I have a bit of a
ritual." Did she read Monica's mind about that
question?

"Sure, let's go." Monica grabbed her purse and
followed Jennifer's tight, mini-skirted ass up the
aisle to the bathroom. She wondered what it would
smell like to have her face pressed up against the
leather-covered ass crack. She didn't want to lose
that scent, so she moved up closely behind the
girl, brushing her ass cheek with the back of her
hand. As she walked, she then brushed that same
hand to her leather-jean-covered crotch. No one
could see as they walked single file in the back
of the restaurant. Then she lifted her hand
innocently to her nose and sniffed. It was a heady
aroma of perfume, leather and-- was that a bit of
ass smell? She would have to check it out later.

It was a fairly small room, but clean and neat,
with a lock on the door. Jennifer locked it behind
them, and she placed her pocketbook on the floor.
The smell of leather between the two of them began
to permeate the small room.

"Well, here goes. I may need your help with this
so I don't soil my blouse. Will you help?"
Jennifer asked as she leaned over the sink.

"Sure, what are you going to do?" As if she didn't
already know.

"Watch." She proceeded to put two long-nailed
fingers into her mouth and down her throat. Monica
watched, wishing it were her tongue instead of the
fingers. In a minute, Jennifer began to cough,
then a choking sound emitted from her throat.
Suddenly, she began to convulse a bit, and cough
again. Her eyes teared up and suddenly some thick
mucous began to rise from both her throat and
nostrils. Monica was transfixed by this. She was
rapidly becoming very horny, very hot, and didn't
quit know what to do. This sudden intimate
activity of Jennifer's in forcing up the contents
of her mucous canals, the intimate contents of her
interior, was turning her on uncontrollably. It
wasn't even vomit yet. It was a thick white mucous
coming out in dense strings, hanging on Jennifer's
fingers, from both her nose and mouth. The
convulsing sound continued. Monica got closer to
see if she could help, but also to get a closer
look at it. Saliva spittle began to mix with the
dense mucous, and it stretched in a thick bridge
from Jennifer's mouth, tongue and fingers.
Jennifer looked at Monica's eyes in the bathroom
mirror. They were both hot. Both pairs of eyes
smoldered as they stared at each other in
accelerating lust. Monica began rubbing Jennifer's
shoulder with her hand, bending over more and
around to come even closer to Jennifer as she was
choking up the combination saliva and mucous
slime. Jennifer's tongue actually started coming
out of her mouth as she began to lick and play
with the gooey substance stretching from her mouth
to her two fingers. It was an incredibly hot,
horny sight. Monica wanted to take her right then
and there.

Suddenly, Monica lost all restraint. As she got
closer, she was inspired by this sight. The
combined smell of leather, saliva, perfume and sex
began to fill the small bathroom. Monica moved her
face toward Jennifer's mouth. Her tongue slid out
of her red-painted lips and wiped across
Jennifer's fingers. She licked at the mucous and
spit, on her way to join her lips with Jennifer's
in a gooey, messy yet passionate soul kiss.
Monica's eyes never closed, and watched first the
finger, then the mouth, then looked directly into
Jennifer's eyes as she closed in on her swollen
mouth. She knew that's what Jennifer wanted.
Monica moaned as the mucous collected on her
tongue from the fingers. Then she met Jennifer's
tongue, entwined, and slid with it into Jennifer's
mouth. Red-painted lips met burgundy-painted lips
in a gooey, slimy french kiss that burned deeply
into both women. Tongues began dueling wetly in
each other's mouths. Jennifer moaned as well, rose
slowly from the sink and turned her body to press
against Monica's. Arms slid slowly and wrapped
around each other, pressing cunt against cunt and
breast against breasts. The blond moved one leg
between the brunette's legs and the sound of
leather jeans intimately rubbing against leather
mini skirt filled the small room. As soon as their
full lips met in a passionate wet kiss, Monica
could taste the special flavor of Jennifer's
saliva and mucous. In their sloppy kiss, Monica's
tongue slipped up to Jennifer's nostrils and
licked in the snot and wetness from her nose. She
sucked in all the slimy whitish substance that
came from Jennifer's nose, savoring the intimate
taste. As they kissed, they feverishly swapped the
spit and mucous slime between their mouths,
chewing at it, sucking more from each other's
mouths. Tongues intertwined, slid against each
other in the gooey, sexy mess. As Monica swallowed
some of it, it seemed to come up again from
Jennifer's mouth. They were moaning in passion
into each other's mouths now, sharing the intimate
contents of Jennifer's mouth and nose. Monica
loved to kiss, and this first kiss with another
woman in this circumstance was the most erotic
thing she had ever done. Jennifer had been waiting
for this moment to share the ultimate intimacy
with this sexy girl. Now was the time! They
continued to grind their leather-covered crotches
together in hot, sweaty lust.

To get their mouths as close as possible, they
bent their faces slightly and moved back and forth
in kissing passion. Cheeks hollowed out as tongues
were sucked in and wrestled, running against
teeth, gums, and upper palates. No trace of food,
spit or mucous slime would go unsavored or licked
between the two girls' mouths. Jennifer had moved
her hands down to massage and squeeze Monica's
leather-covered ass cheeks. Monica had moved her
arms up around Jennifer's neck and plunged her
hands into Jennifer's hair. They were two women
locked in the hottest passion imaginable. Nothing
existed in the world now but these two beautiful
women lustfully swapping mouth fluid and grinding
together in the ladies room.

Suddenly, Monica broke the kiss. She drew her face
back a short distance from Jennifer's as they
looked with smoldering eyes into each other's
faces. While the distance between their mouths was
short, thick strings of mucous and spittle bridged
between their lips. Burgundy and red lipstick had
been smeared on each other's lips and chins. So
much dense mucous and saliva remained bridging
between their mouths, that they could look
slightly down at it and then hotly into each
other's eyes. Their eyes were moist with the
passion. They could smell each other's breath,
feel the erotic intimacy of the moment.

"You are so fuckin' hot, Jenn. I can't believe we
just did that. I am so fuckin' hot for you now."
Monica heard come out of her wet lips. The mucous
strings followed her lips up and down as she spoke
without breaking.

Jennifer could smell Monica's sweet saliva as she
spoke those words. She could taste her lipstick on
her mouth. Her tongue slowly came out and entwined
with a mucous string, pulling it around and back
into her mouth. More still hung between them. "You
are the hottest girl I've ever seen, Monica. I've
been so horny for you since I first laid eyes on
you. I wanted you to share this with me. I wanted
you to share my spit, share my throat slime. I
wanted to feel your tongue in my mouth, licking up
everything. Tasting it. And now I'm going to share
the ultimate with you. I want you to taste my
vomit. I want you to take my puke into your mouth
and share it with me. Shove your tongue so far
down into my mouth that I vomit into yours. Let's
kiss and swap everything between us, you hot, sexy
fucking slut. Will you do that with me? Will you,
bitch?"

Monica lost her control completely, moaned utterly
and closed the distance between their mouths in a
deep, wet mashing tongue kiss. The saliva and
mucous slime re-entered their mouths and they ate
each other completely. Thick, pouty lips crushed
each other and slid together like rubber. Arms
tightly encircled each other. Hands rubbed
leather-covered ass cheeks. As Monica shoved her
tongue as far down Jennifer's throat as it would
go, the brunette began to gag. The gagging
increased until suddenly a surge of vomit spewed
from Jennifer's mouth into Monica's The blond girl
sucked it in as fast as she could, swallowing it
in large gulps, but still using her tongue to wipe
up excess, clean Jennifer's teeth and gums. The
two girls stood, locked in passion, in the small
bathroom, sharing saliva and vomit as Jennifer
spewed the contents of her stomach into Monica's
open mouth. The lips slobbered against each other,
smearing lipstick between them. Snot continued to
come down from Jennifer's nose into their mouths.
With each swallow of Jennifer's vomit, Monica
became more turned on. She thought she'd cum right
there on the spot. It had such and intimate taste,
knowing it was coming from the beautiful
brunette's mouth and stomach. As Monica began
swallowing Jennifer's vomit and spit, she was
suddenly seized with the urge to vomit herself.
Then it was her turn, as she threw up the contents
of her stomach past Jennifer's open lips and into
the brunette's willing mouth. Jennifer was
surprised but excited at Monica's response and
eagerly sucked down as much of Jennifer's vomit as
she could. The taste between them was acrid, but
the sensuality of the moment overrode any bad
tastes. They savored every ounce of saliva, mucous
and vomit that was exchanged between these two
beautiful, sexy, horny girls. With sudden
instinct, each girl reached down to the other's
leather- covered crotch and began feverishly
rubbing their cunts. It took a very short time for
each to climax powerfully, holding each other up
as their legs went weak.

As the pace of the vomiting and climaxing slowed
down, they slowed the kissing to a romantic
frenching. They massaged each other's lips with
their own. They licked outside their mouths,
upward to their nostrils, getting as much as they
could on the tongue, in their mouths and
swallowing. Their eyes were wide open, staring
into each other's eyes in passion. They wanted to
savor as much of this intimate, sexy moment that
they were sharing together. Jennifer broke the
kiss, her face just an inch or two from the
blond's.

"Hey, baby, I want you to clean my tongue. Do it
for me. Do it." With that, the sultry Latino girl
slid her long, snake-like tongue out as far as it
would go. Monica looked at it lustfully. She could
see residue of the white mucous and saliva.
Without questioning, she began slowly licking the
surface of Jennifer's tongue. She washed the
surface with her equally long, serpentine mouth
muscle. Like a paint brush, she slavered the warm,
slick surface. Slowly to take as much taste from
it as possible. Then she took the tongue slowly
between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. She
wrapped those painted lips around it and fucked it
with her mouth while scraping the gooey slime off
with her teeth. Jennifer could feel the sexy
scraping of her tongue by Monica's teeth. It
heightened the pleasure of the moment, causing the
juice between her legs to leak even further. The
two beautiful girls in their sexy leathers stood
tightly wrapped in each other's arms in the small
bathroom as the blond moved her mouth slowly back
and forth over the brunette's tongue, scraping the
last intimate juicey remains and swallowing them.

Monica withdrew her mouth from Jennifer's tongue
with a pop, and said, "Now do me, girlfriend. My
turn." With that, the voluptuous brunette gladly
sucked and scraped the slimey remains from her
date's tongue until it was as clean as it had
started with. She licked her lips when done,
hoping to leave some residue there for later
tasting.

Finally they knew it was time to clean up. The
waiter would have wondered what had happened to
them. They gave each other a final tongue kiss and
began examining the damage.

As luck would have it, they didn't soil their
clothes. Just shiny, wet faces and skewed makeup.
They quickly cleaned off their faces, fixed their
makeup, took several mouthfuls of water to cleanse
the palate, and looked at each other.

"That was incredible, Monica," said the brunette
as she gazed in her date's eyes. "It must have
been the most incredibly sexy moment I've ever
had."

"I know, babe," said Monica, "but the night is
still young. Let's get some more in our stomachs,
go dance and see where we go from here. I know
you're a hell of a great kisser. Shit, what an
interesting make out session we could have on the
dance floor. I can't wait for a slow song."

"You're an inspiration, you nasty bitch. And what
a surprise! I can't wait for another date--if this
is the first, I can only imagine what the next
will be like." Jennifer smiled lewdly and grabbed
the blond's leather jean-covered ass, massaging
the firm cheek in her hand.

"Oh, there's more tonight, you slut. This is just
the beginning of the evening." They walked out of
the bathroom holding hands intimately.