I signed a contract with a film production taking the job as a supporting actress in an action film. It had a thirty-day shoot wherein my portion of the script would take only a total of twenty days spread out in different days within the thirty-day shoot period. My very first weekend with the production was to be filmed in a jungle in some remote area in the suburbs. I was in a squat position behind a bush waiting for the crew to fix the light and other minute details on the set. The other actors were in different spots in the same area as well.

“Are you doing good over there, Lieutenant Orca Oz?” checked Miss Camille Williams, the line producer. ‘Lieutenant Orca Oz’ was my name on the film.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied. Miss Camille squatted beside me. She told me not to address her as ‘Ma’am’ and to just call her ‘Camille’. She kept me company till the crew was over meticulously rearranging leaves, branches, and all that surrounded us actors. Whenever there was a short pause during the shoot on set, she was there beside me in no time. Each time she came, I got to know more about her. Somewhere along the way, she told me that she was a lesbian and she was proud of it. I found her a bit funny and weird, but at the same time, I was cautious of her.

A co-actor later told me that he had observed that Camille had a ‘special’ interest on me. I did not believe him. I really thought that Camille was just friendly because I was the only woman around. As in most men-type movies, there was always ‘the lady’ on the film amongst the men. And that was usually the role I was given. But in a way, I slowly started to believe my buddy because Camille was somehow sweet to me. She was ultimately concerned about my makeup, my hair, and my costume that she told the ones responsible for these to take care of these imperfections immediately. She did not let time fly a second to repair what seemed impure to her eyes on set. As I write now, I do remember her touching me affectionately here and there that I did not mind because I was used to being touched and fixed on the set.

Camille asked me out to dinner to an aviary-type of romantic restaurant when I had no shoot. Oh, the place was gorgeous. There were little round tables in small little elevated spaces – more like little wall-less cubicles. The place looked like a vast tree house. There was privacy if desired because there was an invisible wall that on a press of a button, the invisible wall would enclose us. There were buttons to press if we wanted to see the view or not and vice versa. If we wanted to call the waiter/waitress, there was a string hanging from above that we could pull. We could either talk to the microphone or ask someone to come over. There was a little compartment were we could receive our orders if we did not want anyone to disturb us. Buttons were everywhere: buttons for lights, buttons for music, buttons for curtains, buttons for movies, etc. It was like a mini motel – a very romantic one. There were real birds, amphibians and other animals that lived in trees. They were in cages of their original habitat.

I tried all the buttons. They were all cool. While doing this, she just watched me smiling. She looked very happy. Being an actress who was always being watched, I did not mind her observing all of my actions; but somehow, it made me feel some of her energy entering me. Would you believe that I was getting wet in my pussy just feeling that she was observing every movement I made? You better believe it.

When I was a teenager, I loved women. I was the man-part of the relationship. But ever since I experienced a human dick, my interest turned to cocks and not pussies. I completely lost interest on women. But this did not get me out of being buddies to men. Ninety-five percent of my buddies were men. I had not a female buddy – only acquaintances and colleagues – the ‘hi’ – ‘hello’ type of buddies only. This only meant that my heart was like that of a man’s still.

Going back to that very first romantic date I had with Camille. It moved me. The feeling was ‘different’ as compared to what I was before I had my men. Though she wore feminine clothes and wore a long hair, she was presenting herself as the man-part of the courtship. Of course, she was not really showing that she was courting me. But it definitely did show that she had interest on me. She had these magnifying blue eyes. Her wavy blonde hair was always neatly away from her face revealing her sincerity. She held my hand gently when we walked. Sometimes, she had her arm around my shoulders that I did not think anything malicious of.

I had turned our little dinner date into the most unforgettable experience one could ever imagine. When I pressed all the buttons, our little nest turned into a little bedroom in the sky! I was able to elevate our room very high up the man-made tree like being in a penthouse with no roof because I did not press the ceiling button. But I did try the ceiling button. It had a lot of different ceilings available. That little room was like the ‘Second Life’ but it was not the computer and the internet. It was us, the human beings in a real world of fantasy. I felt so free that I forgot about hunger; and likewise, she forgot, too. We had the music on and our eyes glued to the beauty of the constellation above us.

We had our seats next to each other. She leaned over to me and placed her lips onto mine. I felt a wild electrical current surge through my bodily systems. “Don’t stop,” I said. She then placed her lips onto mine and I felt her tongue enter my mouth. My pussy was definitely getting HOT. My fingers were still on the button panel; and unconsciously, I must have had pressed a button that I had not tried yet that turned out seats into a one king-sized bed! And the table split into two small bedside tables. I guess it was programmed to do that when the buttons felt a certain bodily temperature.

By instinct, I curled my legs over and under her legs as she French-kissed me. I got aggressive. My tongue wrestled with her tongue. I rubbed my crotch with hers. She had no perfume or cologne on, which I liked. I was allergic to perfumes and she did not like perfumes either. That was one thing I knew that we were compatible about. I smelt nothing from her, but I felt 1001% electrical energy from her -- one thing for sure.

What surged through my thoughts then was how was she going to make me cum. What was her style? Did she bring any dildos? Was she attracted to me physically or also emotionally and mentally? Well, I for one, was just electrocuted by her energy. There was no love here. It was more on my excitement on how the sex would be like with her. I was at that time, 34 years old and she was 39. She did not look old to me. I did not look old either.

Oh, my pussy wanted to be touched real bad at this point in time. But first, I wanted her to lick me through as I used to do to my women way back when I was a teenager. No man could do these types of endless satisfaction that women experience during physical sexual interaction between at least two female parties. I was equivalently licked through also by my women when I was sexually active with my girlfriends. Yes, I was a play girl back then. I was involved with more than one woman. The reason was simple. The experience was incomparable. I wanted more. It had cured all my emotional disturbances I had from my family and school.

She licked and sucked my neck like a vampire. Oh, this made me curl my legs tightly around her legs; and further, made me push my crotch harder onto hers. Her crotch fought back. Crotch to crotch – they were intensifying. My tank top was removed and my breasts excited her more. I could tell. She had this smile. I was growing to love her. She knew how to handle my breasts – gentle, but wild. Her tongue circled my areola. Oh my GOD! It tingled. And I could feel the skin from my areola like an electrical current -- zooming a high-frequency volt to all the skin I had in my body; including the skin around my ears, my eyelids, my nostrils, my lips, my fingertips, my toes, and the skin wrapping the cheeks of my pussy!

My fluids wet my underwear. And I knew she felt it from her own crotch. One of her hands was on my crotch feeling the wetness that went through to my stretch pants. “You are wet, Dear,” she said. I felt a little embarrassed. I tried to speak, but she placed her index finger over my lips to say nothing. Her tongue licked my belly button lightly and thoroughly as she carefully removed my tight pants, including my underwear. At this point in time, she was the man – but a lot better than a man. She was an expert!

“OOOOH!!!” Her tongue circled my clit so excellently that I squirted and squirted and squirted! And she had not even started with my vagina. I felt a finger rub my asshole. Oh my God! I felt ‘the tingle’ back there, too! Just typing this story down is making me wet. It is as if it is happening all over again – here and now!

Her tongue seemed long enough to go deep into the top portion of my vagina as her lower lip squeezed into the vagina opening while her upper lip rubbed the upper portion of my clit. I tell you. She WAS an EXPERT! I felt a finger enter my pussy, another, and another – and another while her entire mouth was working on the upper portion of my pussy. I felt her entire knuckles in the opening of my vagina. Then, I felt her squeezing her thumb in, too! I trembled with satisfaction. My butt rose high trying to help her enter her entire hand into my vagina. She pushed down and I pushed up. In and in she went and up and up I went.

Juice sounds was deafening to both our ears. I was panting real hard. I don’t know why, but I said, “I love you” out loud to her. And upon hearing this, she gave a very affectionate in and out movement of her hand in my vagina and a few minutes more, I could feel all her fingers inside my vagina moving about gently and wildly alternately. My body thrashed and thrashed. I screamed in satisfaction. I felt my butt lying in a flood of my own juice and probably, mixed with her saliva, too.

As I was shivering in content, I reached out for her shoulders wanting her to turn her body so that we could be in sixty-nine position. I wanted to reciprocate what she was doing to me. With her entire hand still inside my vagina, she did as I motioned her to do. I removed her pants and underwear. My hands explored under her shirt. She had nothing on under her shirt. I played with both of her nipples as her hand continued exploring the depths of my vagina. This time, her tongue was all over my ass hole. Her tongue was sharp, strong, and full of energy. It entered as far as it could into my ass canal.

This made me pull her pussy to my face. I pushed my tongue into her pussy while my lower lip rubbed her clit and my upper lip tried to push deep between the pair of her shaved pussy cheeks. I heard her moan. At this time, I could feel her wrist against my vagina walls! And I could feel her five fingers curling and straightening inside my vagina. You could imagine how my butt was moving. With her tongue sucking my asshole as it dove inside it and the wildness going on inside my womanhood, my brain was exploding!

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And because of this, I did exactly the same things she did to me, to her. And in no time, it was not only me whose butt was going wild – grinding and thrashing. I felt free from all tensions and all that bothered me. I know sex means intercourse. And the true biblical meaning of sex intercourse is the entry of a penis into a vagina. But in this sex story I relate now, I consider this the best sex intercourse I had ever experienced in my entire life. It was not one way. It was both ways. We both flooded the bed sheets and blankets with our salivas and cums. And drinking each others’ cums that did not reach the sheets was dinner to us. And that was the best dinner date I had ever had in my entire life. It had protein and all other healing nutrients and elements that complete a being.

This sex intercourse was repeated every time I was off during the thirty-day film project. After which, she had to return to her state and I had to return to mine. We kept in touch online, but we got busy; and finally, we lost contact of each other. But the memory of our short relationship is one that I am longing to turn into a serious relationship sometime in the near future with her or maybe if I could find someone as good as her and as loving as her, I would settle down with such a woman.

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