She was going to find out what it was that she had been passing up. Jim, ironically, had freed her from her inhibitions by walking out on her.
Content, she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day Sheila awakened early, feeling more refreshed and happy than she had in a long time. Until now, she hadn't realized how many little ways there were in which her inhibitions tended to get in the way of letting her enjoy life.
But those inhibitions were gone now.
And she had a job.
The best thing about the job was that it didn't start for another week yet, which gave her plenty of time to enjoy the city before the grind began.
And she intended to enjoy it.
She began by going shopping in Bloomingdales.
She had never seen anything that would even marginally compare with the mammoth store. It completely captured her imagination.
As the day wore on, however, she found her concentration shifting from time to time. Last night had been quite an experience.
But what about tonight?
The idea of simply going back to her room and spending the evening alone didn't really sound vow inviting. Mr. Hoffer? He probably would be working late again tonight with someone else.
It was just then that she ran into Susan. Literally. Neither of them saw the other, and when they collided both went sprawling into the corridor, packages going in every direction.
"Are you all tight?" the other girl asked, gathering up her things.
"I think so," Sheila replied, doing the same with her own scattered packages.
A few moments they were standing next to each other, looking at one another to see if either was angry. Sheila was the first to laugh, but the other girl was quick to join in.
"My name's Susan," she announced, acknowledging the friendly attraction that had sprung up so quickly between them.
"I'm Sheila."
They spent the rest of the afternoon shopping together, and by the time it was almost dark the two girls felt like they had known each other for much longer than a single, relatively short afternoon.
"Why don't you come over for dinner?" Susan asked suddenly.
"All right. Where do you live?"
"Come on, I'll show you."
As Sheila followed, Susan took her quickly to an extremely plush East Side apartment building.
"Wow!" Sheila gasped, forgetting to appear cosmopolitan for the moment.
"It belongs to my parents," Susan explained, "but they're in Europe for the winter. My apartment's not quite up to these standards, but they're letting me stay here."
Sheila looked around her, trying to appear less impressed than she actually was. There were three bedrooms, a fireplace, a sauna, and a Jacuzzi. It was this last item that arrested Sheila's attention first.
"You want to get in it?" Susan asked, flicking the switch that started the hot water whirling through the six-foot-long pool. Steam started to rise from the bubbling water.
"Come on," encouraged Susan, and before Sheila could say anything else she pulled off her sweater and began to step out of her slacks.
Sheila tried not to stare, but she couldn't help herself. Susan was smaller than herself, but her tits were perfectly formed and as firm as ripe young apples.
A moment later she was naked, her dark black triangle standing out against the creamy texture of her skin. Then she climbed down into the whirlpool.
Peeling a little self-conscious, Sheila took off her own clothes and placed them in a pile on the floor. Then she eased herself into the swirling, churning water.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed as she felt the hot jets of water shoot out against her tired muscles. "This is beautiful."
"I know. Here, let me give your shoulders a rubdown," Susan offered, standing up and walking forward until she was directly in front of Sheila. "Just lean forward."
Sheila complied, and Susan began to expertly work her lithe fingers into the sore muscles of Sheila's shoulders.
But it wasn't the rubdown that Sheila was aware of tight now; it was the dark, furry crotch that was poised just a few inches in front of her face. Why was Susan doing this from the front instead of the back?
The answer was obvious. She wanted Sheila to see her body up close.
"Aaaaahhhhh," Sheila groaned, leaning forward further. She didn't know why, but for some reason she wanted to get closer to Susan's cunt.
Now she could almost see the lips of the other girl's pussy as she stood in the knee deep water with her thighs slightly parted.
Sheila suddenly felt her own cunt beginning to tingle beneath the water.
Susan was rubbing harder now, and her hands had found their way halfway down Sheila's back. The further down they went, the closer her cunt came to Sheila's face.
Suddenly Sheila knew that she wanted to bury her face in the wet, dripping muff that dangled so tantalizingly just a few inches in front of her face.
But did Susan want that?
A moment later Sheila had her answer. Suddenly Susan ran her hands all the way down until her fingers were underneath the foaming water rubbing Sheila's soft ass cheeks. The result of this was that Sheila's face was immediately buried in the black triangle that had been teasing her for so long.
As soon as her face touched the hair, Sheila felt Susan's muscles tense as she drove her pelvis hard against Sheila's face.
"Mmmmmmmm," Susan murmured, spreading her slim legs wider. "Eat me… please eat me…"
Sheila had never made it with another girl, but right now it seemed like the best idea she had heard in a long time.
Grabbing Susan's waist, she got up and turned the other girl around. Then she guided her until Susan was leaning forward against the edge of the pool, her white ass dangling in Sheila's face and her legs parted to reveal the rich, pink lips of her pussy.
Taking one fleshy cheek with each hand, Sheila spread wide Susan's cunt, revealing the dripping moistness of her inner cunt. Then, without hesitating another moment, she buried her face in the other girl's pussy.
"Aaaaffffgggg," Susan groaned, thrusting back hard against Sheila's face. She could feel Sheila's tongue as it darted deep inside her pussy, almost fucking her like a man's cock.
"Yessssss… eat me… eat my cunt…"
Susan continued, rotating her hips while Sheila licked and sucked her steaming cunt rubbing and massaging her ass cheeks at the same time.
Sheila couldn't believe she was actually doing this, and yet the fact remained that she was loving every second of it.
Harder now, she continued to drive her tongue into the other's girl's juicy cunt, shoving it all the way in until it was completely buried in pink, quivering flesh.
"My… ohhhhh my clit…" Susan moaned, raising her soft ass higher in the air, practically begging Sheila to shift her attentions from the depth of her cunt to the sensitive button that was crying out for attention.
Sheila complied immediately.
As soon as her tongue came in contact with the swelling organ, Sheila could feel the muscles deep inside Susan's crotch begin to shake and quiver.
"Yesssss… ohhhh, yessssss…" Susan groaned. Her hands were all over her own tits now, rubbing and squeezing them as she sought to take herself over the brink into the spinning rush of orgasm.
Sheila was going crazy, letting her tongue roam all the way from Susan's clit to her asshole and then back again.
"I'm gonna come… gonna come… aaaaggggghhhhh!"
Suddenly it seemed to Sheila as if Susan's cunt had exploded in her face. Waves of hot honey shot out onto her mouth as Susan's passion box shuddered wildly, spurting its juice in a wrenching spasm of crushing delight.
Again and again Sheila felt hot cum ooze out of the hole onto her face, but still she continued to work her tongue deep inside the other woman.