(Thimbles and The Shelf Life of a Quilt)...Quilting is a historical part of women's history. A quilt bonds a woman to her inner artist and delivers warmth, often maintaining connections with a woman's homeland and family.
When Kate was a young girl, she went with her grandmother to her old-fashioned quilting bee every week. Her grandmother died and Kate, now in her forties, wanted to maintain a modern day connection to quilting. She had been saving up patchwork scraps for years, the squares that would eventually create the design on the top of her quilt.
Off to the Teton Quilters Retreat in eastern Idaho's Teton Valley, Kate flew into Jackson Hole's Airport with its 6300 feet runway, just north of Jackson, Wyoming with a glorious view of both Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks. She rented a car and drove to the Teton Quilters Retreat.
Upon arriving, she was greeted by the hostess and introduced to seven other women quilters. The sewing room had eight quilting stations distinctively designed with the quilter in mind. Each station had its own swivel chair and an OTT light to provide true-color illumination.
There were two spacious cutting tables complete with large cutting mats and rulers. The two ironing stations had their irons ready to go. The sleeping quarters assigned to her was a room for two quilters, the log cabin room with two double beds made of logs.
The rest of the retreat was furnished with every amenity you could imagine to provide a memorable quilting experience.
Kate took her place in the quilter's circle, next to a woman maybe in her thirties, hair pinned up and donned in black-framed glasses with a quartz-bead chain dangling from them. She looked like the librarian type, prim and proper with a shyness about her. "Hi, I'm Kate," she introduced herself to the women.
"Hi Kate, welcome," the ladies greeted her back. The women made small talk and chatted about their hometowns and what brought them here to the Teton Quilters Retreat, except for the woman sitting next to Kate who was very quiet. Kate loved the way the woman smelled. She was wearing a beautiful fragrance that wafted in the air. The woman dropped her thimble. She cleared her throat. "Excuse me." Then the woman went down under the table to retrieve it. She put her head between Kate's thighs and sniffed hard.
Kate could feel the woman's breath on her jeans and movement of the woman's head in her pussy. Kate, shocked, adjusted her seat when the woman sat back down in her chair. She made eye contact with the woman. "I'm Ally," the woman said.
"Hi Ally, nice to meet you, If you'll excuse me, ladies, I think I'll go unpack." Kate excused herself and went to her assigned sleeping quarters. When she opened the door, she noticed someone was already assigned to this room. She felt her pussy lips swollen and the wetness between her thighs saturated her jeans. She pulled the curtains and darkened the room when Ally came in.
"Room mates?" Kate asked.
"Hmm...lovely," Ally said, locking the door. With her thimble still on her middle finger, she motioned Kate to the bed next to the wall. Ally unpinned her hair and unbuttoned her white cotton blouse, standing there in her bra. She removed her glasses and then her skirt. It was now that Kate knew Ally dropped the thimble on purpose. Kate, speechless, stared at the beautiful woman standing before her, thinking about the berries she ordered from tonight's dinner menu which would be served promptly at seven. Her clit pounded and she lost all self-control when Ally spoke. "Take your clothes off, Kate."
"What's the shelf life of a quilt, Ally?" Kate said, hoping she could stall Ally. Nervously she stared at a completely naked Ally now. Ally's nipples were hard leather nose companions to her breasts, rounded as the globes in a library. Her sparse pussy hair decorated her clit perfectly.
"Do I look like a librarian?" Ally asked Kate.
"Yes," Kate whispered.
"Pull your panties off, Kate." Ally instructed.
The sexuality flavored from scenes from How to Make an American Quilt. Kate took off her panties and Ally motioned to her to lie down on the bed. Ally rubbed Kate's clit with the thimble on her middle finger. She thimble-finger fucked Kate slow and deliberate. Kate tossed her head wildly from right to left on the pillow. Ally went down on Kate, licking her pussy rapidly and then slow and then stopping to rub Kate's clit with the thimble, and then eating her again, repeating it over and over. "I'm coming...ahh...filled out my dinner menu!" Kate screamed.
"You've got to put together all of the pieces," Ally said. "The art of quilting." Ally reached into her luggage and took out a leather harness studded with strips of leather and dangling thimbles. Unattached into the harness was a five-inch dildo. She laid it on the spare bed and pointed. "Put it on, Kate."
"What!"
"I want you to attach the dick and strap it on and give it to me," Ally said, uncapping a bottle of lube.
Kate sat naked on the other bed and observed the pieces, and began putting the pieces together. "Most of the quilting material from my grandmother's generation was from flour sacks and left over remnants."
"Kate, quick!" Ally gasped.
Kate walked over to Ally and knelt between Ally's legs on the bed. Ally poured lube on the dick as Kate rocked back and forth, stroking, gradually coming closer to Ally's pussy.
"Fuck me, Kate," Ally begged. All Kate could think of was the berries on the dinner menu. She dropped down with her head between Ally's legs and ate her pussy. She licked her from the bottom of her pee hole to top of her clit until she had Ally coming.
"Now I'll give you the main course," Kate told Ally, positioning herself once again between Ally's sticky thighs. Kate lubed and inserted the dildo and began fucking Ally in increments to add up to the length of the Jackson Hole runway! The thimbles bobbed wildly, dangling all around the harness, each time she stroked it in Ally's pussy, the thimble in back, touched its metal in Kate's asshole, sending her into orgasm, a most memorable quilting experience...
Copyright 1/7/09 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist,
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