A Chance Encounter Leads to a Blurred Line Between Consent and Desire

I've been mostly a plain Jane for as long as I can remember. Not really a tomboy and certainly a late bloomer when it came to filling out through my teen years. I had tried my hand at sports to be more popular but I hadn't developed any muscles or aptitude playing sports. I did like to run and tried out for the normal girls sports throughout high school, rarely making any team. I was just too thin and gangly to do very well. My best sport was running, not that I was any more proficient at it than other sports, just that it was so individual and I could practice most nights and weekends at my own pace without feeling like I was terrible at it or letting a team down. This continued through college to the present day.

So here I am at 24, kind of an ordinary girl, still thin, flat chested and except for what's turned out to be a cute butt, nothing much to look at. Oh, I've had my share of dates or requests for dates, mostly with nerdy or equally geeky looking guys, but never much more than that. I stood 5'5" with straight shoulder length hair that always seemed to need a brushing. I never really spent a lot of time with make-up or fashionable clothes, spending money more on comfort clothing unless it had to do with my running. I still liked to go out and run for 4-10 miles on the road and enter the occasional road race, just for fun. My story starts at one such race.

I had planned on running a race which started and ended on the track of the local university and wound it's way up and through a hilly canyon. I had run the race before and although steep the first half of the race, the latter portion of the run was a slow, windy run down the canyon with a wonderful view of the bay. This more than made up for the stress of the earlier part of the run. I had run this twice before and enjoyed it.

I got dressed in my usual attire, a light white t-shirt with a green singlet over it and a green and white pair of shorts with white cotton panties. I didn't wear a bra as my a cups didn't need much help staying put and the white t-shirt was a snug fit on my body. I got to the race early and it was still a bit chilly. I registered and took off my singlet to attach the number to the front evenly then put it back on. It was then I noticed my nipples were hard from the chill. About the same time I heard someone say, "That's a great idea" and looked up to see a 40ish looking woman smiling at me. She said commented about how having the singlet over the t-shirt allowed me to put the number on straight without exposing myself or poking myself with one of the pins. She walked right up to me and pulled the singlet straight down to look at the number and commenting it looked perfect then smiled at me and walked away. Odd, I thought, and I glanced at her walking away, somewhat dumbfounded. I noticed she had nice shapely legs and firm looking ass which I caught myself staring at a moment. That is until she turned around and looked back at me and smiled. I blushed, waved and quickly turned around to warm up. I hadn't been attracted to women although certainly I could see how we are attractive. I continued a light walk and stretch before the race began, trying to remember I had to run still.

The race was largely uneventful except that the day got very hot, very quickly. I worked up a good sweat and enjoyed what I could of the run even though I was dripping from head to toe. I had finished about like I normally do, not anywhere close to the front. I worked my way over to the refreshments and quickly downed a full bottle of ice cold water. God, that was good. I grabbed another bottle and just started to swig it down when I felt a touch on my shoulder. The lady I had run into earlier was there and asked how I was doing. I said
'fine, I was just hot as hell and just dripping wet." She said, "Come with me, I think I can help you." Naively I followed her into the parking lot to her mini-van. She opened the back, put a towel down on the bumper and asked me to sit down. She grabbed another towel while I was drinking some more water. She started wiping the sweat off my forehead and hair then caressed my face, pulling me a bit toward her as she leaned in and started kissing me softly on the lips. I was in a stage of disbelief but found myself responding. She pulled back and said she'd wanted me since she saw my rock hard nipples earlier. I didn't know what to say. I then realized her hand was on my left leg, no make that my left thigh....and rising to my crotch. I just sat there in disbelief as her hand slid under my shorts and started rubbing my pussy through my sweat soaked panties. I thought I just died and went to heaven. The combination of being drained from the heat and run and the adrenaline of her kiss and touch made me lose touch with reality. I let out an "Oh fuck" and leaned back into the minivan until I rested upon some box that was there. She then pulled aside the cloth of my panties and stuck a finger in slit and rubbed up and down while her thumb found my little nub of a clit and pressed firm in a circular motion for a few moments then withdrew her hand.

"Yes, you were very wet indeed. I need to taste this sweet pussy but this is too out in the open." She reached out for my hand and helped pull me out of the back of the minivan and led me to the passenger side door and let me in. Confused but totally aroused I jumped in, but not without her helping me by firmly putting an hand on my ass to assist. Before I knew it we were rolling out of the parking lot on the way to what I assumed was her home. As I started to come back to my senses I realized we were going to have sex. I know, naive. I looked at her, really looked for the first time. While she was somewhere in her forties I assumed she was in pretty good shape. She wasn't thin, but not too thick. Her breasts were in a sports bra of some kind which pressed them flat without trying to give any hint of shape. When I tried to look at her face more closely we'd come to a stop light she looked at me and I blushed, deeply this time. She spoke, "You don't have to be ashamed of wanting to be with me. I was thinking of you the whole run too! When I ran into you after the race and you told me how wet you were I couldn't help myself. I can't wait until I get you home" My gosh, she thought I was hot for her and I get nervous. I'd never been with a woman and didn't know what to expect. But those few moments she kissed and touched me did get me excited. I guess I was too quiet in thought. lost in my battle of nerves and excitement. I heard her saying something but it didn't register. Then I heard her say her name was Mary and what was I thinking about.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Pam....I'm just a bit nervous.....a...I haven't really done anything li..." she cut me off, "Here we are!" as she pulled up into an apartment complex. "I don't normally get to play with another woman that often either, since I moved in with my partner. Come inside and let's take a hot shower and get to know each other. Then it won't feel like we don't know each other." It was like I was in a trance. I didn't know really what to do but instinctively I got out of the minivan and met her at the back. She took my hand and lead me to her apartment. Once inside she dropped her purse, keys and bag and pulled me into her arms then forcefully pushed me back into the now closed front door while starting to kiss me, quickly on the lips but then on my ears and neck. I was back to being stunned and out of control. She muttered that I tasted good, kind of salty as expected. She had her hands rubbing my thin thighs on the outside and she slowly started working her right thigh into my crotch. She lifted her leg up slightly and tried to spread my legs so I'd ride her thigh. Like on auto-pilot I spread my legs and allowed it to happen. It started to feel good. Real good. The without warning she stepped back and pulled up my t-shirt while the singlet going with it to expose my naked small breasts. In one fell swoop her mouth clamped on my right nipple. It was then I noticed how hard they were and how nice and hot her lips, then tongue felt playing with that nipple. I hadn't noticed that my pussy was no longer in contact with her thigh but I kept my legs spread. I was enjoying the moment. She switched too briefly to my left nipple, licking it like she was bathing me and just savoring the flavor. Mary then pulled both my tops the rest of the way off and said, "Let's hit the shower." With that she turned around and started kicking off her shoes and getting undressed further as she walked towards the back of the apartment. I followed, a little apprehensive, curious and wobbly.

When I got to the hallway, I was unsure where to go or what to do next. I then heard the shower turn on and looked into the second door down and Mary was standing there nude reaching up to take a spare towel out of the small cabinet. She remarked, "Not bad for 46" as she showed me her figure, first from the front and then doing a spin to show me her body. She looked great for her age, but all I could manage to do for an answer was stare. She had thicker legs from curvier, more defined calves to solid but not fat thighs leading up to her shapely round ass. I had noticed some kind of horizontal tattoo on her back above her ass. She was also had a full, thick but groomed pussy that I could tell with a thin waste. But what caught my attention were her breasts. They were maybe a c cup and hung down a bit with very large and dark areoloas and what looked like nipples as large as my thumb to the first knuckle, both in length and thickness.

"Oh, baby," she purred " you just want me right now don't you?" and stepped towards me, starting to kiss my softly and tweaking my nipples with her hands. I started going weak-kneed again as she pushed me back against the open door frame where I could retreat no more. She felt so sensual kissing my lips I realized for the first time the different feeling it was to kiss a woman than the few men, much smoother face and seemingly a longing that she knew what I wanted. Her hands left my nipples and reached out and touched and held my corresponding hand on each side of my body as she slithered up closer to me, similar to how were were earlier. She pressed a leg between mine and held my hands back and started working her lips on my cheek to first my right ear then back across to my left ear, nibbling and licking each ear wantonly. She then let go of my hands and reached for the waist band of my running shorts which I didn't remember still having on. She stepped back and slowly but methodically worked them down to my ankles then first off one foot then the other. My god, I was helping! What was I doing?!? Before I had another chance to think twice I felt a hot breath on my sex, followed by firm but loving kissed in the crease between my left leg and abdomen. It tickled. I also also pulled away from her opening up my pussy for access. She wasted no time to dive in and lick my clit a few times which made me utter a few moans. After a few licks of my pouty lips she stood up abruptly, took my hand and hurriedly pulled me into the next room, a bedroom. She spun me around and gently pushed me back onto the bed with my legs hanging over the edge still. She dropped down to her knees and crept back between my legs and started darting her tongue in and out of my sopping wet pussy.

The next few minutes were a blur. I'd had oral performed on me a few times but never spreading for a woman, or anyone in daylight. But that didn't seem to matter. Mary licked all over my pussy, bathing it in her saliva. Then she just honed in on my hole and really gave it a thorough proding with her tongue, the join by a finger, then another. Unconsciously, I pulled back both my legs to further allow this vaginal intrusion. Mary took this as a hint and pulled her head back and started furiously finger fucking my hairy pussy. She joined a third finger together and started banging roughly into my hole, trying to fully invade it.

Then it came. It wasn't so much the normal built up for the few good orgasms I've had before. This was like being outside by an airport runway but not knowing it. Then you hear a light hum then rumble and before you know it the plane is passing right over you as loud as can be, shaking you to your roots. I started shaking and humping back onto her hand, literally trying to push the whole thing in my cunt...yes, it was not my cunt I was thinking of. I was on fire and shaking uncontrollably but soon started to slow down. My breathing started returning to normal and as I was finally catching my breath I could see Mary licking her fingers, the very same ones that just plowed into me.

I suddenly became very self aware. I was naked, well, thought I was naked with my shoes and socks still on for some reason. But I had my legs pulled back and spread out for almost a complete stranger. A woman. And she just made me cum. Hard! Mary was smiling and looking at me with lust in her eyes. She said, "That was hot, I'm dripping and can't wait until you lick my pussy." She proceeded to pop onto the bed next to me and held me, running one of her hands lightly over my breasts and stomach, occasionally stroking my face. I had long since lowered my legs and just felt like running away. The only thing in my mind was that she expected me to lick her. I hadn't thought of that. Or really anything. This was a whirlwind and my lack of experience and assertiveness had put me squarely in the horns of a dilemma. I was no longer in a haze of sexual frenzy or delirium and hadn't given any thought of reciprocating any pleasure back. I hadn't even thought of doing anything to her or really any woman besides a passing fantasy discussion with one of the few guys I'd had sex with. I was getting anxious and right about at my peak of nerves Mary asked what I was thinking about. I just blurted it out somehow that I couldn't do that with her. That this was all a mistake and I didn't know what I was doing here.

It was like I hit Mary with a cold slap on the face. She bolted up and got very agitated at first then started to calm down a bit. I found myself whimpering a bit and saying I was sorry over and over. I also said I am not sure what I was doing her and it was nice and all but I really didn't know what was going to happen overall, that she made me feel good and I don't get that feeling all that often, but I really didn't want to touch or taste a woman, preferring to have sex from a male and that I really want to have a dick in my when I have sex. I could tell she was still upset but she'd calmed down. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence she said, "why don't you take a quick shower and I'll take you back to your car."

Whew, I thought. I was relieved. I got up and followed her again into the bathroom, this time she just washed and dried her hands and didn't say a word, just pulled the door shut without even glancing in my general direction, even through the mirror. I felt bad.

I started the shower and took off the shoes and socks I was wearing and picked up my running shorts and put it on the toilet seat rather than leaving it on the ground. I looked for my shirt and singlet and remembered they were in the front room. I'd just pick them up and put them on when I was done here. I hoped they were dry by now and not very smelly. At least I'd have a shower to clean myself and clear my head a bit. The water felt good running over me. I had it on extra hot and didn't want to really wash or touch myself, just let the water cascade over my body and bring me out of my funk. My pale skin started to turn a hot pink from the temperature. Finally, I felt ready to head out, without even really washing anything but a casual, quick splash or two of water on my pussy. I dried off slowly, not savoring the feeling of being clean or even thinking of the orgasm that had washed over me, just feeling the need to get out as soon as I could. God, this is probably how guys felt after a one night stand when leaving me. I giggled at that thought. I quickly put on my socks, shoes and shorts - again remembering my tops were in the other room. I hung up the wet towel after a quick dry of my hair, trying to somehow brush it with the towel. I didn't feel it was right to use her brush or comb sitting on the sink.

With a renewed courage I bounded out of the bathroom hoping to make the best of an awkward situation by ignoring it when I was stunned at what I saw. It was a rather tall, thicker woman standing next to Mary. She was probably about Mary's age, give or take a few years. Not heavy set, just carried more weigh on her all around unlike Mary or I. Next to her on a lease was a german shepherd, the normal combination of grey and black. I liked dogs but hadn't had any since I was young. I wasn't afraid of the dog, just surprised by both of their appearances. The dog was sitting and appeared happy to see me, the woman on the other hand, did not. "This is my friend Carrie," Mary introduced, " She was just out walking her dog and stopped over." Carrie nodded, issued the command to stay to her dog, let go of the lease and reached out her hand saying "Hi." I took a couple steps and reached my hand out and gently started to shake her hand when I realized I was still topless. I started to excuse myself and pull away but Carrie held my hand firmly and said she hadn't seen enough of me yet. Then she roughly yanked me towards her and held me tight, looking directly down into my eyes. "I hear you weren't too friend to Mary today after she was so hospitable." I started to tremble a little. I said I'm sorry but I don't like having sex with women. Carrie just smiled at first. "Perhaps you don't now but you can learn to like it. Don't worry, I hear you like to get fucked by males and we'll make sure you get your wish." She grabbed my hands and as a much larger woman fairly easily had them pushed behind me. I felt something cramping on my wrists about the same time I felt a presence from behind. I was Mary and I hadn't seen her move there. It felt like handcuffs but not metal. I didn't have much choice in the matter but still protested and started to get vocal. As Mary held my arms Carrie put some cloth in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but she held it there was some duct tape. It didn't all fit in my mouth but the tape still held it there firmly as my protests now grew with intensity but were quite muffled.

I continued to struggle then realized I had free use of my legs and pulled back and kicked Carrie. Before I knew what was coming Carrie swapped my face hard with an open hand, knocking any sense and thoughts out of my head. I got dizzy. I was turned around then pushed and prodded back into the bedroom. This time I was placed face forward at

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