("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Diane and Rose by Roscoe (address withheld) *** Diane's cleaning girl takes charge. (Fdom/F, FF, 1st- lesbian-expr) *** It had been 2 months since Diane Carter had hired the new cleaning company, but she hadn't yet felt comfortable around the 24 year old girl they had been sending. Diane considered herself a refined upper- middle class woman. She was in good shape for a 37 year old 5'4" woman. She'd been told that she resembled Scarlett Johanssen. The cleaning girl seemed to be the exact opposite. Diane thought that Rose was pretty in a rough, biker sort of way. She had a tattoo on each arm, her long dark hair seemed a little dirty, and she always wore a tight t-shirt and jeans that rode low on her hips. When Diane first met Rose and saw the ring that pierced her lower lip and the tongue stud, she felt a little intimidated. But she did a good job cleaning the house each week, so Diane wasn't complaining. On this morning Diane had let Rose in and had told her she was going to take a shower before going shopping. After her shower, Diane had wrapped a towel around her and was drying her hair when the door opened slowly and Rose peeked in. Startled, Diane jumped and said, "Rose, you scared the hell out of me. Have you ever heard of knocking?" "Sorry, Mrs. Carter, I did knock but I guess you didn't hear me over the hair dryer." "Next time try to have a little class and wait before you come into my bathroom," said Diane, regretting her statement almost immediately. "Hey listen, lady. I said I did knock, and I do have class. Maybe I don't have as much money as your little blonde ass, but I've got plenty of class," said Rose as her anger started to build. Sensing this, Diane began to backpedal. "Ok, fine. I didn't mean anything by it. What did you want, anyway?" "I was just going to ask where the vacuum was. And maybe you didn't mean anything by it, but you said it. The truth comes out. Now I know how you feel." "You're really just an uppity bitch, aren't you?" Diane now felt a little nervous, a little threatened by the younger, taller, obviously stronger girl. And here she is standing with just a towel around her while Rose was a few feet away in her usual tight t-shirt, jeans and work boots. Diane said, "Look Rose, I'm sorry. Please just go and let me finish." But the pressure of having to clean all these "rich" people's homes for next to no money had now built up in Rose. She stepped closer to Diane, who backed up until she was against the bathroom wall. Rose looked down at the woman, who suddenly seemed very small. Rose put her hands on the wall alongside Diane, leaned close to her face and said, "You're the kind of woman that needs to be taken down a peg or two, and I think I'm the person that's gonna do it. Whaddya say, Mrs. Carter? You want I should teach you a few things about being nice to me?" "Please just go and we'll act as if this never happened." Rose ran her fingers through Diane's damp hair, leaned forward and took a deep breath of it's clean smell. Diane tried to push her away, but Rose quickly grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms down. Rose said, "You smell good, Mrs. Carter. Nice and clean. I'll bet your husband enjoys being with you, feeling that soft skin of yours underneath him. And I'll bet there's a sexy bitch under that uppity attitude of yours. Isn't that right, Mrs. Carter?" Diane couldn't believe what was happening. She now struggled to break free, but Rose was unbelievably strong. Rose leaned further into Diane. Diane turned away as Rose's lips grazed over her cheek, then down her neck. Diane turned her head back and forth, but couldn't escape the soft kisses. "Please stop. Don't do this." Rose's body now pressed into Diane's as the kisses became stronger. Rose sensed the struggles of the woman subside. She continued her kissing, eventually reaching Diane's soft lips. With Diane still whispering to stop, Rose began to kiss those lips, running her studded tongue over the older woman's mouth, gently at first and then with more passion. Now Rose felt Diane's body relax. As she continued to kiss the woman, she released her arms and undid the knot holding the towel, which now dropped to the floor. Her fingers rolled Diane's nipples and she pulled back to see Diane's eyes now closed. Rose said "You want me, don't you Mrs. Carter?" "Yes." "Then take my clothes off" said Rose to the now trembling woman. Diane undid Rose's belt and pulled the younger woman's jeans down her legs. She knelt to untie and remove each work boot. With Diane's help Rose stepped out of her jeans. Diane started to stand but Rose gently pushed her back down and said "Pull my panties down." Diane did as she was told and Rose stepped out of her panties. Rose then said, "Kiss me there." Diane again did as she was told, leaning forward into the thick black hairs. She kissed, then licked, then sucked. Rose's first orgasm came quick that day. Afterward, she took the blonde woman by the hand and led her to her own bed. Diane, who had never been with a woman, couldn't believe the intensity of the feeling. She let Rose have her way and experienced the strongest orgasm of her life upon feeling Rose's studded tongue between her legs. For 3 hours Rose taught Diane many pleasures and Diane was the willing student. Now when Rose comes to clean, Diane meets her at the door. Clean and wet and wrapped in her towel. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 50