Rapheal had the whole day off and for once she didn’t have lots of chores to do. She decided to go to the Singapore Art Museum and knew that if she arrived there at lunch-time then admission was free, another bonus since her wallet seemed to have been somewhat empty recently. After spending nearly two hours wandering around the museum she went to the Dome café and treated herself to a latte with an extra shot of espresso. She needed a pickup. She sat down at one of the tables.

Rapheal had very short black hair and fair skin. She was dressed in a man’s cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing a man’s watch, and a pair of khaki pants. She looked like a man and was often mistaken for one. Since she was dressing as a man it was a type of compliment when people didn’t realize she was a girl. Rapheal wasn’t even her real name, but she picked it because it was a boy’s name without most people realizing.

Rapheal started to daydream while her coffee cooled. She could feel her body’s desire for sex. It was a long time since she’d been invited into anyone’s bed. Despite her masculine appearance, she lacked masculine aggressiveness to overcome her shyness. When she lay in bed and fantasized, while her finger worked its magic, she was confident and could walk up to strangers, start a conversation and in a short time seduce them into whatever her fantasy required. In real life, starting conversations with strangers bordered on terrifying for her.

“Is it OK if I sit here?”

Rapheal looked up. A woman was standing there holding a tray with a coffee and a pastry. She had long black hair tied back into a ponytail. She looked like she was southern Chinese. Latte colored skin, big eyes, a nicely proportioned chest on a shapely figure. She was dressed in a white blouse and a black skirt, obviously just having come from an office.

“All the tables are taken,” she continued.

“Sure,” said Rapheal, actually pleased to have someone to talk to, someone to take her mind off her nagging body.

“Do you live in Singapore?” the woman asked.

“I do now, although I’m from Malaysia originally,” said Rapheal. “Yourself?”

“I’m from Hong Kong. I’m visiting on business, training some people here. I normally speak Cantonese, of course, and my Mandarin is nowhere near as good as my English. I like to nip out to the museum for my lunch to get a rest from Mandarin.”

“So are you enjoying your stay in Singapore?”

“It’s alright. I don’t really know anyone here apart from the people I’m training and I don’t want to spend all my time hanging out with them.”

“How long are you here for?”

“A month. It’s a funny length of time. Too long to just be a tourist for a couple of days but not long enough to make the effort to settle down, make friends, join anything.”

“When do you have to get back to work?”

“Actually I’ve got this afternoon off. I’m going to go back to my hotel and get out of this suit and put on something more comfortable. Then I’m not sure what I’m going to do. Any suggestions?”

“You can go to the beach over towards the airport. There are plenty of museums. There’s shopping, of course, but I doubt we’ve got much you can’t get in Hong Kong. It depends on what you are interested in. It’s not like we’ve got an Eiffel Tower or Statue of Liberty that you absolutely have to see. I suppose the closest we have to that is the Raffles Hotel. You can go and have a Singapore sling there, but you’ll be surrounded entirely by tourists, it’s not somewhere many locals go unless they are with visitors.”

“I should introduce myself. My name is Jenny,” the woman said.

“Rapheal. Nice to meet you. Anyway, I’m not doing anything this afternoon so if you like we can spend it together and I’ll be your tour guide. It sounds like you don’t have any friends here to take you around.”

“If you do then you must let me buy you dinner, Rapheal.”

“I’m not going to refuse that. It’s not often enough that attractive women offer to buy me dinner.”

“What’s the best restaurant in Singapore? I’m on expenses.”

“Well, that depends on what sort of food you want. Flutes at the Fort is meant to be really good. I’ve never been there, it’s a bit out of my price range. Australian food, colonial atmosphere. Supposed to be very romantic.”

“Romantic? So, you want me to take you to a romantic restaurant?” Jenny smiled at Rapheal. “Are you hitting on me?” she teased.

“No,” Rapheal protested. “It was just the first restaurant that came to mind.” Rapheal stopped, not sure if she dared to say what she was really thinking. She took a deep breath and said, “But I’ll be honest. I’d love to go to a romantic restaurant with you. You are very pretty.”

“Now you are hitting on me!”

“You are lonely here. I think you want to be hit on.”

Jenny sighed. “With the right guy, I’d like nothing more.”

Rapheal realized that Jenny hadn’t realized she was a woman. She wondered if she should say anything. But she hadn’t got the right words together when Jenny suddenly leant forward and kissed Rapheal on the lips.

“OK,” said Jenny. “We’ve got that first kiss over with instead of having to worry about it later.”

“How about the second one?” said Rapheal. She leaned forward slowly and kissed Jenny, a slower kiss taking her time, enjoying the feel of Jenny’s soft lips, feeling them start to respond. Rapheal pulled back, not wanting to make a scene in the museum café.

“Maybe you are the right guy,” Jenny said.

Rapheal paused. Finally she said slowly, “You realize I’m a girl, don’t you?”

Jenny sat back and looked at her, inspecting her closely as if she were one of the paintings in the museum.

“Well, that’s a surprise,” she said finally.

“Are you disappointed?”

“No, not disappointed. It’s hard to explain what I’m thinking.”

“I bet I’ve got a pretty good idea. You are thinking that when you thought I was a guy that you were hoping I was going to ask you out. And you were pleased when I did. You were hoping that something special would happen between us and you tried to kick-start it by kissing me before you changed your mind. Now that you’ve guessed I’m a lesbian you are curious as to whether you should spend the day with me anyway. Your conservative rational side says you should walk away; your emotional adventurous side says that you should just see what happens.”

“Wow. That’s a pretty accurate summary. So what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I want to spend the day with you, show you around, have a romantic dinner with you, just as planned.”

“And then?”

“Well, I’ll want to kiss you properly.”

“What do you mean properly?”

“All over.”

“Oh my. I’m not sure about any of this,” Jenny said. “But you can be my tour guide and we’ll have dinner together at least. We’ll have to wait and see about…well, more.”

“Kiss me again,” Rapheal said. She didn’t lean forward, she made Jenny come to her. As their lips met, Rapheal put her hand on Jenny’s arm, stroking her skin lightly.

“OK,” Rapheal said, mimicking Jenny from earlier, “we got the first kiss over with when you knew you were kissing a woman.”

“Let’s go,” Jenny said. “Come with me to my hotel so I can get changed and then I’m in your hands.”

“Literally I hope,” Rapheal said laughing.

“We’ll have to see…”

The two women stood up. As they left the museum, Rapheal held Jenny’s hand, pleased that she made no attempt to pull it away. They walked the short distance to her hotel.

“Have you ever been with a girl?” Rapheal asked.

“Never. Well, there was one time in college when a friend and I got drunk and wrestled, trying to get the other one’s clothes off. Of course we both ended up naked but then we were too embarrassed to go any further. We didn’t even kiss. That’s the only time I’ve…”

“Yes?”

“That’s the only time I’ve even seen another woman naked like that. Up close. Everything. It was odd.”

“Why?”

“Well, a woman can’t really see her own…pussy, or whatever you want to call it. Suddenly to have someone else’s right there. On the one hand you just want to explore, as if you were a biologist. On the other, you know that you can give lots of pleasure by touching. But you also know it is wrong. I mean it isn’t wrong, but I was brought up in Catholic school so we have the Catholic guilt thing to go with the Asian guilt thing. Hong Kong is still pretty conservative. So my nerve failed and I didn’t touch her.”

“So do you fantasize about it? When you masturbate?”

“Being with a woman. Sometimes. Weird isn’t it?”

“I like to read straight stories sometimes. With a dominant man and a submissive woman. Funny thing is I identify with the man while I’m reading, and not the woman. That’s weird too.”

The two women arrived in the lobby of the hotel.

“I’ll wait for you here,” Rapheal said.

“No, you may as well come up,” Jenny replied, not letting go of her hand.

The two women took the elevator. Jenny walked into her hotel room with Rapheal behind her. As the door clicked shut, Rapheal came up behind Jenny, wrapped her arms around her so that her hands were on Jenny’s stomach. She felt Jenny tense up, not quite sure what Rapheal had in mind. But Rapheal just gently stroked Jenny’s stomach and gradually she started to relax.

“Do you need some help getting out of those boring business clothes?” Raphael said. Her fingers started undoing the buttons up the front of Jenny’s blouse. Jenny moved her hands to hold Raphael’s as if to stop her. Then after a moment she let go, effectively giving her permission to take off her blouse. Rapheal undid the last button, pulled Jenny’s blouse off her shoulders and down her arms.

Still standing behind Jenny, Rapheal put her arms back on her stomach, stroking her again, only now on her bare skin. Jenny shivered slightly. Rapheal moved her hands so she was stroking all the way from the waistband of Jenny’s skirt up until she just touched her bra. “You’ve got a beautiful body,” Rapheal said. “I bet you’ve got beautiful breasts too.”

Rapheal reached back with one hand and smoothly undid the strap of her bra. She felt Jenny tense up again. Rapheal continued to stroke her stomach, pushing up just under the loose bra, just barely touching her breasts.

Jenny slipped her bra straps off her shoulders, dropped her bra on the floor and turned to face Rapheal. She seemed to be deep in thought.

“What are you thinking?” Rapheal asked. She leaned forward and gently kissed Jenny on the lips.

“Well, I’m not sure. When I thought you were a boy I was really attracted to you. Now that I know you are a girl, I’m surprised because I’m still really attracted to you. That’s new for me. Just don’t go too fast. It takes more nerve than I would have thought to…well, even to let you take my bra off. I’m not sure I’ll ever have the nerve to…you know, let you…touch me there.”

“I want to lick your lips, the ones between your hips. But we’ll go really slowly. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable.”

Rapheal guided Jenny forward towards the bed. Jenny crawled onto the bed, turned over and lay down on her back.

Rapheal looked at Jenny, still in her skirt but naked from the waist up, her beautiful firm breasts jutting up, crowned with small brown nipples. Rapheal followed her onto the bed and kissed her. With no audience there was no need for the kiss to be short. Once Jenny’s lips started to respond to Rapheal, she opened mouth a little. The two women’s tongues found each other. At first their tongues just gently touched, and then they started to joust more roughly, as if battling together.

As she continued to kiss Jenny, she moved her hand onto Jenny’s stomach and started to lightly stroke it. She continued kissing Jenny, sometimes small kisses, sometimes long passionate ones with her tongue probing Jenny’s mouth. Her fingers had moved higher, starting to explore the underside of Jenny’s breasts, seeking out especially arousing spots from the way Jenny reacted.

Jenny was clearly letting her take the lead, giving her free rein to do as she wished for now. Rapheal knew from experience that Jenny would probably become more reluctant when it came to her last items of clothing but for now she was in control. Rapheal moved her fingers up to one of Jenny’s nipples. The other girl gasped when Rapheal lightly stroked the side of her nipple with a finger. She took it between finger and thumb. It was already hard with arousal.

Rapheal moved slightly, kissing Jenny on her neck, gradually working her way lower to her upper chest and gradually up onto the swell of her breast. Finally she kissed around her areola, not quite touching the nipple, saving the best for last. She opened her mouth wide and placed it over Jenny’s breast. Then she pushed her tongue forward and flicked the nipple. Jenny squirmed at the mixture of tickling and arousal. Rapheal closed her mouth, taking Jenny’s nipple gently between her teeth. Jenny moaned.

Rapheal started planting small kisses on Jenny’s breast, gradually working lower across Jenny’s stomach. She made no attempt to take off Jenny’s skirt, she just carried on kissing onto the black material. She avoided Jenny’s sex for now, kissing off to one side and keeping going down her thigh until finally the skirt ended and she was kissing the skin of Jenny’s knees.

She put her fingers on either side of Jenny’s legs, just on the hem of her skirt, and slid her skirt up her legs until she could just see Jenny’s panties. Then she put a hand on each knee and gently parted Jenny’s legs. She could see her panties clearly now, plain white cotton briefs encasing the swell of her sex. Raphael started to kiss the inside of one of Jenny’s legs, gradually working her way up the silky skin on the inside of her thigh.

Rapheal could sense Jenny becoming tense as her kisses approached near to her pussy. Rapheal knew better than to push too far too fast. Instead, she kissed on back up Jenny’s stomach, across a breast and back to her mouth until she was lying alongside Jenny kissing.

Rapheal sat up, with Jenny’s eyes following her every move, unbuttoned her own shirt and slipped it off. She wore no bra. Rapheal had small breasts but big nipples. She slowly moved, giving Jenny every chance to stop her if she wanted, and lowered her own nipple into Jenny’s mouth. Jenny’s tongue moved and touched her nipple, triggering spasms of arousal. Jenny explored her nipple, tentatively at first as if it might hurt her and then gradually more actively as it started to feel natural.

“Oh yes, that feels good,” Rapheal moaned.

Jenny rolled Raphael onto her back and her hands finally moved onto Rapheal’s body and started to stroke her arms, her belly, her breasts.

“You feel so soft,” Jenny said. “I’m used to guys. Am I doing it right?”

“It’s wonderful. Your fingers feel so exciting.”

Jenny moved a hand onto one of Rapheal’s breast, gently massing her nipple in the palm of her hand. Rapheal moaned as jolts of excitement shot through her breast. Jenny’s other hand found her other breast, triggering still more excitement. Jenny bent forward, moved her hand off one breast and replaced it with her mouth, once again stimulating Rapheal’s hard nipple with her tongue.

Rapheal was surprised to feel Jenny’s fingers at the button to her pants, surprised that suddenly she was taking the lead. With one hand she undid the button and slid down the zip. “This bit is the same as with a guy,” Jenny said quietly. “But then it’ll be very different, I know.”

Rapheal lifted up her hips and pushed her pants down over her boyish hips. She pulled her feet out of them, leaving just a pair of black panties.

“Are you OK?” Rapheal asked, making sure that things weren’t going so fast that Jenny would get scared.

“Yes, I’m fine for now. I want to…it’s a long time since the naked wrestling day, I want to see your pussy.”

Rapheal put her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them down, and kicked them away. She turned herself to face Jenny and slightly self-consciously spread her legs wide. She was shaved bare so every detail of her pussy was blatantly visible, not even the modesty of a few wisps of hair to hide anything.

Jenny looked intensely between her legs, examining her almost clinically. Rapheal reached down with one hand and with two fingers gently spread her outer lips, revealing all the softer folds within.

“It’s OK to touch,” Rapheal encouraged.

“I know,” said Jenny. “I know you want me to. But I’m not really sure how.”

Rapheal spread herself open a little more. “Can you see my clit, where my inner lips come back together?”

“Yes, I think so. It’s not very big. No wonder men have such trouble finding it.”

“Show me how to touch you.”

“You just need to touch me like you touch yourself when you masturbate. Like this.” Rapheal lay back on the bed and started to masturbate for Jenny. First she slid a finger up and down the length of her slit, spreading the juice of her arousal through her whole pussy. With one finger she started to circle around her clit, gently nudging excitement from the pink pearl. She reached over and took Jenny’s hand and guided it between her legs until Jenny’s fingers were squished among the rippled flesh of her wet lips. “You feel different.”

“From a boy?”

“Well, yes, of course. But I meant from me. I’ve got much bigger inner lips. Yours are sort of hidden inside.”

“Will you show me them?”

“Maybe later. I’m still too shy.”

Jenny started to move her fingers in Rapheal’s pussy. She pushed Rapheal’s finger off her clit and replaced it with her own. Slowly she started to circle, copying the way Rapheal had done to herself.

“Is that right?”

“It’s wonderful. You feel so good.”

“Would you like me inside?”

“I’d love it,” said Rapheal. She put her hand over Jenny’s and guided it lower until she felt Jenny’s middle finger over her entrance. Then she pushed on it, curling Jenny’s finger into herself. Jenny pushed her finger in deeper without needing any more guidance. Rapheal gasped with pleasure as she felt Jenny penetrate deeper into her.

Jenny started to move her finger back and forth, not fast, just gently starting to fuck Rapheal’s cunt. Rapheal rocked her hips in time. Jenny moved her thumb onto Rapheal’s clit so each stroke not only penetrated into the warm tight depths of Rapheal’s cunt but also sent jolts of arousal radiating from her clit through her whole lower body. Rapheal started to stroke her own nipples as Jenny worked her arousal towards the breaking point of an orgasm.

“Keep going,” Rapheal said encouragingly. “I’m getting close.”

Jenny started to move a bit faster, sensing Rapheal’s body tensing up as her climax approached. “Oh yes,” Rapheal moaned, “you’re going to make me come, just keep doing that.” Rapheal pulled her knees up towards her chest, offering her sex even more completely to Jenny. Her eyes were closed now, her fingers pinched her own nipples as she relished the intense excitement that Jenny was generating in her pussy. “I’m coming,” Rapheal gasped just before her orgasm hit her. Her body jerked as if she was having a fit as the first intense quake of her orgasm hit. “Don’t stop,” she managed to say, as she rocked her hips harder against Jenny’s hand, feeling her cunt spasm on Jenny’s finger as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her body. “Oh Jenny,” Rapheal sighed as the final flutters of her orgasm died away.

“Wow,” Jenny said as Rapheal lay there, smiling and getting her breath back. “That looked intense.”

Rapheal sat up and kissed Jenny. She broke the kiss for a moment to say “Thank you,” before her tongue was back in Jenny’s mouth. She gradually pushed Jenny down onto the bed until she was lying on top of her, still kissing her, her small breasts pressed against Jenny’s larger ones. “Now it’s your turn,” she whispered.

She spun around and sat down on Jenny’s stomach, facing her feet. She grabbed Jenny’s skirt, quickly undid the short zip at the side and pulled it down her thighs. She pulled Jenny’s legs in the air so that she could slip the skirt off completely and throw it to one side. Jenny was left in just her white cotton panties. She grabbed the edges of Jenny’s panties to pull them down too, but Jenny rolled to one side and escaped from underneath her. Rapheal grabbed her panties as she tried to roll off the bed and she pulled them partially down. She got a flash of Jenny’s silky bush before somehow Jenny managed to grab her panties and pull them back up. Rapheal grabbed Jenny’s wrists and tried to hold them both in one hand while she grabbed the panties with the other. But although she was the stronger of the two women her hand wasn’t large enough to control both of Jenny’s arms and Jenny broke free.

“You aren’t allowed to see my pussy,” she laughed as she wriggled away.

Rapheal fell on top of Jenny again, pinning her on her back to the bed. She grabbed one wrist in each hand so Jenny wasn’t able to fight her off. Then she moved down Jenny’s body, took her panties between her teeth and pulled them down her thighs. Jenny pretended to fight but actually she lifted her hips a little to free her panties. Rapheal suddenly let go of Jenny’s wrists and before she could react pulled her panties down below her knees, out of Jenny’s reach. As Jenny sat up and tried to grab them, Rapheal pulled them down over her feet.

Jenny lay naked on her back, her legs firmly together. Rapheal fell forward and started kissing Jenny’s stomach, planting a trail of kisses that gradually descended through her pubes. She could see the tongue of Jenny’s lips where they peeked out from between the pillows of her outer lips. She pushed her tongue into the top of Jenny’s slit, forcing it between her thighs and onto the root of her clit. Jenny moaned as Rapheal started to tongue her aggressively, almost fucking the tight gap between her thighs, lips and clit. Gradually Jenny relaxed and finally she let Rapheal part her legs. Rapheal inspected the exotic orchid of her labia. Jenny was very wet, Rapheal could see the shine of a trail of her juice where it ran from between her pussy lips down into the crack of her ass. Rapheal looked up to see Jenny watching her as she slowly moved between her legs. Jenny’s hips jerked as Rapheal’s tongue ran the length of her slit, gently pushing between her lips. She avoided the clit at first, savoring the taste of Jenny and stimulating just her inner lips. She made her tongue hard and pushed it into Jenny’s opening, provoking another twitch of Jenny’s body and eliciting a long moan. Finally she moved higher and started to lightly, almost imperceptibly, lick her clit. “Oh my god,” Jenny sighed as Rapheal’s tongue danced on her clit.

Rapheal brought a hand up and pushed a fingertip into the opening to Jenny’s cunt as she continued to stimulate her hard little clit. She pushed the finger in deeper, and, as Jenny’s cunt relaxed she pushed in a second one. She let her little finger slip between the cheeks of Jenny’s ass, rubbing her juices onto her asshole. “Oh my god,” Jenny said again, louder this time, as Rapheal’s fingers started to fuck her cunt and her little finger just entered her asshole. “I can’t believe it, I’m coming already,” Jenny moaned as a surprise orgasm exploded. She rode the waves of her orgasm as Rapheal continued to lick her and fuck her.

As Jenny’s orgasm died down Rapheal moved. She didn’t stop fucking Jenny with her fingers, didn’t take her tongue from Jenny’s clit, but she moved her own body so that she straddled Jenny’s head. Slowly she lowered herself until her pussy was just above Jenny’s mouth. She wasn’t certain if Jenny would accept the proposal and was pleased when she felt Jenny’s tongue on her clit.

Rapheal moved her fingers back and forth in Jenny’s cunt a little slower now, trying to sense her level of arousal and preventing it getting too far ahead of her own. As she felt the start of the still-distant approach of her own orgasm, she started to lick Jenny’s clit harder, started to stroke the inside of her cunt more forcefully. She moved her pussy a little lower towards Jenny’s mouth, feeling her tongue between her lips.

Rapheal let her own arousal get slightly ahead of Jenny. She knew Jenny would stop licking once she came. She felt her orgasm starting to build up, the tension starting to wind up in her body. She could feel Jenny’s arousal peaking too. Rapheal felt her body tighten, felt herself almost automatically pushing her pussy down onto Jenny’s mouth. She felt Jenny suddenly push her tongue hard into her cunt and that pushed her over the edge and she started to come. As her orgasm pulsated through her body she vigorously finger-fucked Jenny’s cunt and ass, and licked her clit hard and fast. Jenny pushed her off her face and cried out her orgasm burst. Rapheal felt it around her fingers as Jenny’s cunt flooded with juice and squeezed her fingers hard. Rapheal rolled off Jenny but continued to gently lick her clit, coaxing into existence the last tender ripples of orgasm in Jenny’s body.

Rapheal moved up the bed and lay beside Jenny, throwing an arm over her and kissing her tenderly.

“That was incredible,” Jenny said. “Did I do OK?”

Rapheal laughed. “Pretty good for a beginner. But I think you need a lot more practice.”

“It’s looking like the second two weeks of my month in Singapore might be a lot more interesting that the first two.”