Kalisa
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Ingrid's Surprise
ingridss.txt
GayBiLes
FF, lesbian, WaterSports, Dom, Fetish

It all started when my close friend, Ariana first introduced me to Ingrid.
Ariana and I had been lovers since university and it's true both of us are
decidedly bi. We'd spend long, lazy sunny afternoons kissing. exploring, teasing
and toying with each other. Both of us had boyfriends, but we discreetly shared
our special 'girl thing' alone and never told anyone about it. It was our own
little secret. Ariana is so beautiful with her long black hair, brown Polynesian
skin and dark, erect nipples which poke out like little wieners. We had kissed
and made out several times before. We shared a room in the residence hall and
liked to listen to each other masturbate at night. Ariana would come home after
a date which her clumsy jock boyfriend slightly drunk and very randy. I would
listen to her breathing hard and making funny squishing sounds. My heart was
pounding, but I was shy and tried to be very still and quiet as I fingered my
throbbing pussy lying on my tummy. I dared not cum because I couldn't remain
still, so I went to sleep extremely frustrated. Once when we talked about
masturbation and men, she gave me the most intense and longing, soulful look.

She had come from a strict religious upbringing in an island family and I never
imagined how intensely sensual and sexual she was. What gave me a huge surprise
was the day I unexpectedly returned home early from a trip up country and found
Ariana on my bed reading a book. Her camisole was pulled up and she was
furiously fingering herself inside her panties. What gave me the biggest shock
of all was how she had her nose and face buried inside my soiled panties. When I
came through the door she startled and looked like a deer in the headlights. I
couldn't help but let out a gasp, but then collected myself and quickly shut the
door. She started to get up but, I stroked her hair and told her it was alright,
in fact it was perfectly fine. I kissed her very deeply and told her not be
embarrassed. Ariana's eyes met mine and we passionately embraced and tongue
kissed for over an hour. I could smell the sweet scent of the pussy fluids from
my soiled knickers on her mouth and her own on her fingers which I kissed and
sucked. What I really liked was licking her beautiful erect nipples
whilst she masturbated. I could smell the sweetness of her pheromone-laced
nectar as she fingered herself and I licked her nipples. We talked about so
wanting to go down on each other, but at that stage it was still a little scary.
I did noticed that when I went into the toilet, Riana always took an intense
interest. We ended up in different flats the next year and continued to email
and text each other but mostly go on with different lives.

Can you imagine my combined delight, fear and excitement when Ariana found me
again earlier this year? Ariana had gone on to grad school and was working in a
design company and I had completed my law degree and was practicing in a stodgy
old firm downtown in my first year. Ariana had moved back from Sydney and was
working in a high rise office building now far from my own. I thought we had met
by accident, but she later confessed to me she had tracked me down through a
mutual friend. She called me and asked me out to lunch. She was wearing a black
short cashmere skirt and halter top which made her long black hair and gorgeous
bum erect. All through lunch she glanced at my furtively and lightly touched my
wrists. Ariana always went for the wrists. She told me she had completely gone
lesbian and was living with a Dutch girl named Ingrid.

On our second lunch date, Ariana invited Ingrid along. Ingrid is slim and taller
than either of us, she has short blonde hair, and intensely blue eyes. Ingrid
shook my hand like a man, but then delicately gave me a French kiss, one for
each cheek. Then she looked deeply into my eyes. I blushed, wondering what
Ariana had told her about me. We had a long and leisurely, sensual lunch, with a
glass of champagne or two and a fruit platter for desert. Underneath the table,
Ariana would make a point by stroking my left leg. She would leave it on my
thigh and leave it to linger for awhile. It sent a shudder up my spine. Ingrid
would glance over at us both, and I couldn't decide if it was jealousy or lust.
When I came back from the toilet, Ingrid whispered something in Ari's ear, she
had a mischievous expression. Ariana smiled and invited me to come to their
townhouse for dinner that night. At first I thought of making up an excuse, but
then swallowed hard and accepted. Ingrid assertively said she'd call round to
collect me and show me to their place after work. She asked when my law firm
shut down, and said she'd be there after 6:30.

All through work in the afternoon and in meetings with clients and partners I
was nervous and aroused. I was dressed in an expensive black pantsuit and with
gold jewellery. I looked good, as I glanced at myself in the mirror of the
lavatory. I felt this anticipation rising in my wrists and my thighs as the end
of the day drew near. I couldn't understand why Ingrid was coming to collect me
when I had only just met her. It seemed like she was jealous of the way Ariana
looked at me and how we connected, but I didn't mean to cause this.

So when Ingrid bounded through the door at spot-on 6:30, I was nervous and a
little apprehensive, but this only fuelled my mounting excitement.
Unfortunately, two of the partners were still there, so we went into my office
and made small talk. Finally, they left and Ingrid asked when the cleaners came
in. I told her not at all as it was a Wednesday. Looking me straight in the eye,
she fixed her gaze and got up to close the door to my office. Then she dashed
over and sat firmly on my lap. Ingrid kissed me passionately and drove her hot
Dutch tongue deep into my lips and probed my mouth. She said, "So Cheryl, I see
that my Riana is so hot for you, but you know she loves me!" She was strong and
I felt kind of helpless and like a child with an adult. "I, I know Riana loves
you Ingrid, we're just old friends," I blurted out.

"Well, we're going to become friends too, my love, really close friends." Ingrid
dialled up a number on her cellphone and left it on my desk. She kissed me hard
again, then stared into my eyes. Suddenly, it happened.... at first I couldn't
believe it, but it was undeniable.

First this gushing sounds like a stream flowing down a mountainside, then a very
warm and intense feeling in my lap and down my legs and all over my suit. Ingrid
was peeing on me! No, not just peeing, but sitting in my lap in my law office
and releasing a torrent all over me. I was shocked! I couldn't bring myself to
grasp what this dominant woman was doing. Her climax came, a gasp within a
shriek as she completely let go. I was terrified that someone would hear.

But then I realised that someone surely was listening. The scent of
pheromone-laced urine was intense and my executive leather chair was dripping on
to the floor where a wet patch formed in the wool carpet. Ingrid kissed me
deeply again. Then, she suddenly picked up the cellphone.

"Did you like that Riana? Did you hear it all?" She described in exquisite detail
the scene and the mess in which I was. She commanded me, "now talk to Riana, and
tell her just what I did to you and how you feel." I reluctantly took the phone.
"Hello Ri?" On the other end was this intense breathing. "Ri, it's me, it's true
what Ingrid just told you she did, oooh, it is so hot and messy in here." On
the other end of the line, Riana was furiously fingering herself to orgasm, so I
talked her through it whilst Ingrid listened in and caressed my breasts. "Your
girlfriend Ingrid, has just taken over my office and emptied her bladder on me,"
I reported. "And I feel so fucking hot, I can't control myself," I tried to put
my hand down my pants, but Ingrid grabbed my wrists and restrained me. "Not yet,
love," she commanded sternly. Before that, you're going to lick all the pee and
delicious cum from my sweet pussy."

I couldn't contain myself, but Ingrid restrained me further. She spoke into the
cellphone. "Riana dear, I think we've got her just where we want her. Now, shall
I bring Cheryl home for dinner and our little slumber party?" On the speaker
phone, Riana, gasped, "yes, please, please bring her home quickly. I can't wait
for you both, please, please come home now!" I couldn't have agreed more.
Hastily, I tried to sponge up as much of the fluids as I could then locked my
office door behind me as we dashed home. What happened that night is never to be
forgotten, but is best left told for the next story.