LISA vs LUANNE - CHAPTER 3
By HGHunt
“Let’s not waste any time. Get changed. Quick.” Luanne,
sensing she had entered the domain of Lisa, felt the need to subvert whatever
home field advantage Lisa may have owned so she aimed to dictate to Lisa.
“What’s your hurry furry? We’ve got hours. Why don’t we have a drink? I’ve got a
bottle of wine in the fridge.” She added, “And two glasses.”
“I’ll take that drink, AFTER we get into the outfits.”
“Fine! Do you want to use the bathroom to change?”
“Hell no! Let’s do it right here. We can watch each other.” Her sly grin gave
evidence of the attitude that Lisa was only too happy to appreciate. She WANTED
Luanne to be eager, sexy, and aggressive. So far, Luanne was not disappointing
in the least.
Neither was “in the dark” about the other woman’s body. Over the course of their
nursing tenure at the same hospital there had been numerous times that sharing
changing rooms and workout areas had provided opportunities for each to lay eyes
on the other’s body. Lisa knew that Luanne was a “real” blonde, the hair above
her crotch matching perfectly the flaxen shade of her tresses, clear evidence of
her Scandinavian heritage, and the cause of her “furry” comment. Likewise,
Luanne was aware that Lisa sported a thick dark patch of pubic hair, mirroring
the brunette coif on her head.
But this was the first time that the stares were blatant, lethal, and expected.
As the two discarded their professional attire and began to embellish their
bodies with the brand new lingerie, the tension built wonderfully while they
drank in the sight of their enemy’s body. Lisa strained to keep her belly taut
and her chest puffed out, eager to present her body in the sexiest light
possible. Her D-cup breasts were an awesome sight and she sneered viciously at
Luanne as she let them spring free from her “usual” bra. The favor was returned
as Luanne pinched her arms together, creating a plentiful cleavage for Lisa’s
gaze. Luanne’s tits were very close in size to Lisa’s plump; firm (for her age)
breasts, which sported well-defined pink areolas surrounding her pepped-up
nipples. The tags on their bras gave away their similarity: 38-D.
Three or four minutes were all it took for both women to have transformed from
“business-proper” dresses into “whore-proud” lingerie queens. The standard hotel
room seemed to take on a whole new aura, like that of a brothel, as the women
smoothed their purple and red outfits. The dim lighting mixed with a surge of
pheromone-laced aromas and splendidly sexy bed-wear was enough to convince
Luanne and Lisa that they were now enveloped in a smothering cocoon of
sexuality. The air-conditioning had been on low as they entered the room, but
Lisa had flicked the AC control off, and the room began to slowly heat up,
adding to the percolating atmosphere generated by the libido-driven thermostats
of the women.
The love seat sat at slight angle from the corner of the room and its plushness
drew their attention as Lisa handed Luanne the glass of wine. She quickly poured
her own glass and joined Luanne on the soft, brown, leather-covered furniture.
Luanne had curled her legs up on the cushion and beckoned Lisa with a nod and a
raised-eyebrow glance. Waiting for Lisa to sit beside her Luanne murmured a soft
compliment, “Mmmm. You do look nice in red; good enough to gobble up.”
“Well, thanks. I think purple flatters you pretty nicely too. The bra really
makes your tits bulge. A darling cleavage; a whole lot nicer looking than the
last time I laid eyes on ‘em.”
That dig at Luanne was smothered in saccharin sweetness, the tone of her voice
coolly pleasant.
“A toast,” Luanne proposed, “to the fortune that brought us here tonight.” She
held up her glass and Lisa followed suit. The wine rolled in the glasses as they
tinkled together. “Cheers,” they intoned, both very much grateful for that
fortune that allowed them this private time and place to tackle their
long-standing grievances with each other.
First one glass and then another were shared as the two sized each other up.
Their banter was soft and low-key, but venom-laced barbs got interjected with
regularity from both ends of the seat. Lisa was the first to advance their
interplay to physical touch. She pulled her knees up onto the seat and angled
her toes towards Luanne’s nylon-sheathed right leg. Sliding her toes down from
mid-thigh to knee, she glanced at Luanne’s face to catch the unmistakable
conversion from soft satisfaction to reptilian repulsion. The shiver that
swathed Luanne’s body from the sexy touch gave away the other emotion that
clearly was going to have to fight for dominance with repulsion tonight: lust!
To be continued