A Surprise Approach
A SURPRISE APPROACH
The approach came a few years back at a dinner party held by friends and neighbours of ours, Kathy and Jason. We had known them since they moved to a house close by ours during 1999 and we had socialised fairly regularly with them and other friends pretty much from the time they arrived. All very regular, dinner parties, nights out at restaurants etc. As those of you who have read my reminiscences previously will recall, husband and I are into swinging, partner swopping and one night stands and the like and we have a pretty hectic and varied sex life, but none of that involved our immediate neighbours, including Kath and Jason. In fact, none of the above are aware of what we get up to with other friends.
So what transpired was a complete surprise. We arrived at K & J’s place at about 8.30pm on a Saturday night. Including us and the hosts, there were three other couples plus Jason’s brother who had recently gone through a nasty divorce from a wife that I can testify was and is a total bitch. We all know each other well and it wasn’t long before the booze was flowing, and many stories and gossip were being passed around. All in all, everything was as it usually is at such events and we sat down to dinner at just after 9.00pm. Usually at such events seating is boy, girl, boy, girl etc, etc. but, because we had an odd number, I ended up sitting next to Kath.
The evening progressed and the meal eaten and, as was usual with such parties, we hit the coffee, brandy and liqueurs whilst still sitting around the dining table. By mid-night we were all well-oiled and having fun. Kath had been talking to me animatedly about a trip that she and Jason were planning to New Zealand later in the year. I noticed in passing that she had been particularly tactile with me as she chatted, such as placing her hand over mine, casually touching my back and arms, that sort of thing. Occasionally she leaned in very close to the side of my face, so her breath tickled my ear, but I put it all down to an excess of brandy and I didn’t give her actions a lot of attention as she is by nature a rather demonstrative and tactile type of person.
But I did take notice when just after 1.00am with everyone in full flow and thoroughly enjoying themselves, I felt her place her left hand on my upper right leg and when I didn’t react moved it back and forth caressing my leg gently and drawing my dress up and down beneath her caress. As she was doing this, she was in conversation with a guest sitting opposite and she had her body angled so that it looked as if she had her hand in her lap. Up to then I had been involved in the same conversation, but now I picked up my glass and took a deep swallow of brandy. Her hand had now moved upwards toward my crotch and as I put my glass down and returned to the conversation I adjusted my seating to move my lower self further under the table and further out od sight of the person sitting to my left. I cast her a quick glance and caught her doing the same toward me but she quickly glanced away when our eyes briefly met.
The conversation changed subjects and she released my leg to use her hand to reach for the brandy bottle and pour herself a good-sized measure. She then offered the bottle toward my glass and asked, ‘More?’ I smiled sweetly at her and said ‘Of course’ and then, slightly more pointedly, looking her directly in the eyes, I said, ‘Of everything’. Her response was to smile at me as she poured. When she had finished she picked up the conversation with the person opposite and moved in her chair as if to make herself more comfortable, using the move to casually drop her hand below the table and back onto my lap, this time placing it so it was directly above my groin.
I was fascinated by her approach. Never in the past had I had any inkling that she was interested in me sexually; in fact, I had never had any suspicion that she was gay or bi-sexual. She was just Kath, a mate. But now I was looking at a completely different person. Also, I was wondering how she knew that I was respond as a gay or bisexual woman would to such an approach. As far as I was aware, none of our local friends or acquaintances knew about my sexual preferences. By now her hand had slipped down and between my legs and she was caressing the inner thigh of me left leg through my dress. There was no doubt that I was enjoying the experience as I was starting to get damp in all the right places. I shifted myself slightly on my chair and laughing at joke told by the person we were in conversation with I took the opportunity to move and open my legs enough to allow her hand to get fully between them.
Kath gave me a quick glance, but I kept my expression consistent with our three way conversation but I moved and placed my left hand under the table. Moving slowly, I took hold of her wrist. Kath gave a little start at that but not so much that anyone but I would notice as I then moved her hand toward my crotch and pushed it between my legs. That done she left her hand in place without moving it and looking at her I could see that she wasn’t prepared to go further for fear of being discovered.
Slowly, without glancing in my direction she slipped her hand away and back into her own lap. Looking back, I realise that she was making a move to let me know that she was interested but hadn’t intended for the gesture to go any further. The thing is, I love living dangerously like that. Masturbating myself or jerking off my husband or a guy or gal under a restaurant or dinner party table is gloriously erotic and enjoyable with a touch of danger attached to make it more so knowing that there are people and restaurant staff within feet of an exposed erect cock or open wet pussy being rubbed or fingered, whilst above the table the people involved remain looking impassive and normal. Husband and I have had many an enjoyable evening taking our time to pleasure one another slowly or ourselves throughout a meal, only bringing about an ejaculation or orgasm just before we leave. We have done it with others as well and the buzz it gives us is terrific!
But Kath had left me in the lurch and I dearly wanted more. So, I placed my napkin on the table and whispered to her that I was going to the bathroom. As I stood Kath rose at the same time and we both left the table with hardly anyone noticing. We went through the house to the stairs and walked up the first floor in silence. With the dinner party sounds muffled, we reached the first floor without turning on the lights and I suddenly turned and faced her. She stopped and I could almost hear her heart pounding as she looked me squarely in the eyes. Leaning forward I placed my lips on hers and kissed her lightly and gently.
‘So, what was that all about then? I asked against her mouth.
‘I guess I’m very drunk’ she responded.
‘This drunk?’ I asked taking her right hand and pressing it against my pubic mound. She smiled and nodded as she gently squeezed and pressed it with the palm of her hand with me pushing back.
‘We’ll have to be quick’ I said taking her hand and leading her toward the bathroom that was just along the corridor. She followed without objecting and once inside I closed the door and flipped the latch. We were in almost total darkness with just enough light through the window from a far off street lamp for us to make each other out.
I immediately pushed her down on her knees and lifted my dress above my waist. I heard her gasp as I pulled my panties to one side exposing my cunt, that by now was wet and ready for action. Although I could feel her breath upon it, she made no move to dip her tongue, so I put my hands behind her head and moved her toward me whilst moving my hips forward. Her mouth made contact and she made a strangled sort of ‘mmmm’ noise but made no further moves. I moved my pussy up and down against her mouth a couple of times but still she didn’t respond, she just remained still. Immediately it was clear that there was definitely something wrong. We had very little time if she was going to fuck me, which is what I thought all the touching indicated was what she wanted to do, but now she seemed reluctant to proceed. Then it dawned on me. she didn’t know what to do!
‘Have you ever fucked a woman before? I whispered down at her. She slowly stood up and faced me. ‘Only once when I was a at college, but it was, well not really anything other than fingering one another’.
‘Fuck!’ I hissed. ‘Look you use the loo first, I’ll wait outside and use it after you. We’ve been up here long enough as it is’.
So, she used the loo and then me. When I came out, she had gone, but Peter, one of the other guests, was waiting. He gave me a knowing grin that he always gave me after he had drunk too much and we met at functions like this and winked at me before entering the bathroom. ‘Want a quickie? He asked looking around the door as he closed it. ‘Oh! do fuck off Peter’. I responded light heartedly as I turned to go back down stairs. The thing is I’d made a mistake with Peter years before at a Christmas party at his place, when I had got roaring drunk and not knowing what I was doing gave him a blow job in his garden shed. A full down the throat, swallow the lot, blow job! Later during the New Year we bumped into each other in the village and over a coffee we agreed that we had been drunk and what had happened had been an ‘accident’, brought about by too much booze. He’s a nice guy, Pete, and under different circumstances I’d probably add him to my regular shag list, but he and his wife live just a few hundred yards along from us and shitting on my own door step is not something I do. That is one mouthful of cock that Paul doesn’t know about!
Anyway, I digress. I headed back down to the party; except I didn’t make it back to the table as I spotted Kath beckoning me to join her in the kitchen. I obliged, although I was feeling decidedly put out and frustrated having expected to have my cunt sucked after so much teasing. I entered the kitchen and Kath came up to me and gave me a quick soft kiss on the mouth. Stepping back, she said in hushed tones that she was sorry and that she had fancied me for so long that she had decided to drink a lot tonight and make a move. But, that I was right that she had never had any experience making love with a woman, but she so desperately wanted to. All this came out in a rush as I just stood there staring at her.
I walked over to one of the kitchen counters where there were several bottles of wine and some clean glasses and poured myself a large red and took a long deep swallow. I then poured another glass and gave it to Kath. We stood drinking and looking at one another for a few seconds and then in a low voice I asked her how she knew I was up for woman on woman action. She blushed a bit and then explained that she and a friend had been up Town shopping just before last Christmas and she had seen me in a restaurant with an attractive woman, and that I had lent over the table and given her a kiss on the mouth that could only be a lovers kiss.
‘I just knew that you were either a closet gay or bi-sexual, right then and there’. She said. Then she laughed and leaning in toward me she whispered, ‘You have no idea how many times that I’ve masturbated visualising that scene, except I put myself in the place of the other woman’.
‘Did you cum?’ I asked keeping a straight face for a moment before suddenly grinning.
She gave me a sexy smile and said, ‘Oh yes, every time, and I do so want you to make me cum in reality’.
‘Well, I’ll need to show the ropes first if that is to happen’ I said. ‘When and where can we meet up?’
‘You can come over here if you want. Jason is away from six in the morning until after eight at night every week day’.
‘Well, that’s ok, but only the first time, as it’s too dangerous to make a habit of it. People are nosey and get suspicious. I’m working from home on Monday so we could get together around lunch time, say 1.00pm?’
She beamed at me and said that would be wonderful. Again, in a whisper she asked... ‘What do you want me to wear. Something special for you?’
I looked her over, she had a great body and largish tits that were well framed in the low cut black dress she was wearing that exposed plenty of cleavage. Her hair was auburn and shoulder length and she had a nice mouth and a small pert nose, although overall her face was a bit plain. But there was no doubt that I wanted to shag her and, in any event, I liked her and had to remind myself that we had been friends for a long while. I smiled at her and looking toward the dining room to make sure no-one was watching I leaned in and whispered in her ear, ‘Just enough that I don’t have to struggle to get at you’.
She giggled and stroked my arm. ‘Is anyone watching?’ she asked.
I shook my head and she lent forward and kissed me full on the mouth pressing her tongue between my lips and entwinning it with mine. She tasted delicious, a mix of sweet wine and bitter brandy so I held her and lingered over the kiss pressing myself against her as hard as I could whilst running my right hand over her left breast, squeezing it gently before releasing her. When we moved apart, she let out a long breath and smiling said ‘That was the kiss you gave to the woman I saw you with. A lovers kiss’.
I touched her gently on her upper arm. ‘Is that what you want me as?’. I asked, me as your lover?’ She nodded and was about to speak when Paul, my husband, came out of the dining room heading for the bathroom. ‘Ah, there you both are. We were wondering where you were’.
‘Just chatting’ I told him. ‘And you can mind you own business what about’. I called after him, laughing, as he headed for the stairs. The response was a laugh and two fingers waved in our direction.
‘If you don’t mind my asking, but does Paul know about your sexuality?’ Kath asked as Paul disappeared from view.
‘Of course, I responded ‘There are no secrets between us. He knows that I take women lovers and has no objection’.
‘You won’t tell him about us, will you? Kath asked, a worried tone entering her voice.
‘Of course I won’t, sweetheart’, I lied ‘It will be just between the two us’.
Paul slipped off me hot, sweating and breathing heavily having fucked me every which way and in every orifice as soon as we had returned home. I moved languorously and stretched feeling his cum oozing out of my cunt and over the sheets. Paul was not only one hell of a fuck; he shot a load that filled me twice over and with some to spare! My body ached wonderfully and felt slightly sore, as if I had spent just a little too long in the sun, all from the energetic sex we had just enjoyed.
‘Want to know a secret? I asked in coy sounding voice.
Paul turned on his side and kissed me full on the mouth. For 30 years we have been married and our passion for one another is as strong now, possibly even stronger, than the first time we had one another.
‘OK’, he said ‘Do tell’.
‘I think that I have a new lady lover. As of tonight,’.
Paul just looked at me for a few seconds and then the penny dropped as he remembered our encounter in Kath’s kitchen. ‘Kath! He exclaimed, ‘Really?’
‘Yep’ I responded. ‘She started feeling me up under the dining table after the meal but bottled out before getting her mouth and fingers on the prize’.
‘So, what happened then? He asked, eager to hear it all.
I grinned before replying and then said. ‘She accompanied me to the bathroom, and me thinking that she knew what she was doing, I put her on her knees with my dress up and my cunt out ready for a good suck and fuck only to find that she didn’t have a clue what do with it!!’
‘You are k**ding!’ Paul said with emphasis. ‘Are you telling me that she makes a play and then fucks it up at the first fence!’
‘Exactly’, I said ‘There I am all exposed, cum juice dripping all over the bathroom floor, and apart from a sniff and tentative lick she didn’t have a clue how to service me!’
‘So, what happened then? He asked.
‘We had no time for me to give her a lesson, so we packed it in and then we met up in the kitchen, where you came across pair of us’.
Paul grinned and lent back with his arms behind his head. ‘So, what’s the plan then? You arranged to meet up?
‘Yes, this coming Monday, at lunch time. I have to say I’m rather looking forward to the tryst’.
Paul looked at me grinning. ‘I bet you are, you horny bitch. I wish I could join the two of you.’
I shook my head, ‘She’s looking for a woman lover babe, but give it time; you never know what the future holds’.
Paul asked. ‘Just out of interest hon, how did she know that you are that way inclined?’
I laughed, ‘She saw me snogging Carol in Traders Restaurant, up Town, just before last Christmas. Said that the moment she saw the passion in my kissing her that she knew it was a lovers snog and therefore I was a wanton closet lessi bitch just ripe for the plucking!’
‘You mean, fucking, I think darling’. Paul said laughing.
‘Oh!’ I responded with a laugh, ‘I do hope so babe, I really do! The bonus is, that she will be my student and I can teach her to service me just the way I like it’.
‘Well, just you make sure that you tell all to hubby here or I’ll have to give you a good spanking!’
‘Well, I always do baby’, I said, ‘But please don’t hold back on the spanking, even if I do tell all!’
When I awoke the following morning, I had a hangover, a steady throbbing directly behind my forehead that was punishment for drinking too much booze. Two paracetamol and a cup of black coffee and after an hour the throbbing had subsided as I kissed Paul goodbye and he headed the garage and his beloved Porche. He was off for the day with his brother and a soccer game and would not be returning until late evening. My plan was to do absolutely nothing, all day, but that plan was shortly to be shot down in flames. About an hour after Paul had left my mobile rattled out its annoying tune that I was abouit to ignore until I saw ‘Kath’ writ large on the screen.
‘Hi!’ I said into the flatness of the device, ‘How you are you feeling this overly bright and sunny morning?’
A groan came out of the device ‘Bloody awful. You? I drank far to much last night’.
I laughed. ‘Me too hon. Serves us right for being gluttons for punishment’.
There followed a pause, then she said,
‘Look, Jason’s out for the day playing golf and then dinner at the club, so I’m on my own. I really need to talk to you about last night, so is there any chance you can come over?’
This was the last thing I wanted to do, especially as we were scheduled to meet the following day. I was about to ask if it could wait until then when she added.. ‘I feel really bad about last night and I so much need to see you to explain’. And, so, I reluctantly agreed and told her I would be over in about an hour.
I changed from denims and shirt into a pair of white linen slacks and a pale pink silk short sleeved blouse. Underneath I was wearing next to nothing; just a white thong that was so tiny it just about covered my pussy mound and that was it. I was perfectly aware that in a certain light anyone with halfway reasonable eyesight could see straight through the linen slacks and that by the same light my naked tits were likely to give a guy a hard on at twenty paces! I slipped on a pair of open toe sling back gold leather sandals, applied make up to my face, brushed my hair and then left the house. It was early July and hot just for a change instead of being overcast and damp, so I jumped into my convertible and drove the three quarters of mile to Kath’s house. The gate to her driveway was open so I swept in the car tyres crunching noisily across the gravel frontage and I parked up outside her front entrance door. Like all the houses in our lane hers was an imposing three storey contemporary modernist mansion type building of mostly glass and steel construction. The entrance door was approached by wide curved stone steps.
The door opened as I approached the door, and Kath gave me a broad smile showing perfect white teeth. She looked lovely, tall and elegant, wearing a full length multicoloured low cut, zip fronted jade green coloured kaftan that was so sheer I could make out the shape of her body underneath. Looking at her cleavage and the swell of her breasts she was clearly bra-less, something that allowed her ample nipples free reign to tent out the almost translucent material. I made an effort not to gawp at her as I approached and we lightly hugged and exchanged kisses.
‘You look wonderful’ I said, ‘Not at all hung over, unlike me. I must look a fright!’.
She laughed as she closed the door and said, ‘Not at all, you look radiant!’
‘Liar!’ I said with a smile before following her into the kitchen.
‘Coffee?’ she asked.
‘Yep, please. Black and strong, just the way I like my men!’
‘Yeah I bet!’ she responded with a laugh’ I bet that would go down well with Paul’.
I laughed, thinking ‘ You don’t know the half of it babe’, as a picture came to mind of David, a tall well-built black guy, that Paul and I were friends with, humping me doggy style in a hotel bedroom just the week before. I could still feel is enormous thick black cock splitting me in two even now!
She carried the coffee pot from the percolator to the breakfast bar and we sat on stools next to one another. Having poured coffee for both of us, she passed me a cup, raised her cup to her lips and took a sip. I suddenly realised how attractive she actually was. Despite a rather plain looking face she had a wonderful body and beautiful poise, topped off by lustrous wavy auburn hair that fell to her shoulders. Her neck was smooth and long, and she had skin that was blemish less and lightly tanned. I had known her on a casual basis for several years, but although I would have described her as attractive, I now realised how inadequate that description would have been. She was in fact, quite beautiful and I really had the hots for her. I looked into her dark brown eyes and asked. ‘So, what is it that you need to talk to me about?’
Placing her cup in its saucer she took a deep breath and then answered, ‘I have to apologise for my behaviour last night. It was unforgivable and boorish to say the least. Coming on to you like that completely out of the blue was dreadful and I’m sure you think me nothing short of a slut’. She gulped and I saw tears welling up in her eyes, but before I could interject she continued .. ‘The thing is, I have been under such terrible pressure for months, probably years if I’m honest. I’ve known for all that time that I fancy woman sexually, but I’ve pushed it down inside of me and tried to put it out of my mind, but it won’t stay gone. I see a woman, perhaps the way she moves, sits, speaks her smile, anything, and I’m gripped by an almost unstoppable urge to approach her, make a move, do something that will get me close. It’s terrifying!! But the last straw, the thing that pushed me into planning to act, was seeing you kiss that woman in the restaurant’.
‘Carol’. I said.
For a moment Kath looked a bit non-plussed.
‘Carol’, I repeated ‘That’s her name, and we have been lovers for a long time’.
‘Oh!’ I see’ she said, ‘She looks lovely’.
‘She is’. I replied.
‘Well, I just so want to be kissed like that by a woman and to feel normal about it, relaxed and, well, like we are meant to be together, just the way you two looked. And last night you kissed me with such passion, but I knew I’d blown it when we were up there in the bathroom. You must think me a complete dork!’ Now tears were cascading down her cheeks and she just sat, looking down at the counter, completely distraught.
I opened my handbag, took out a tissue, lent over and offered it to her.
‘Thanks’ she stammered, dabbing at her cheeks and eyes. ‘I’m sorry to get in a state, but I’m just feeling so lost and empty’.
I had a lump in my throat the size of an walnut, with tears of my own just below the surface. I felt for her, I really did. Here she was, a well-mannered, well educated, upper middle class lady with a well off husband and everything she could possible want, including a 19 year old daughter at university, and she was deeply unhappy because, to put it bluntly, she was gay, a lesbian, living a heterosexual life that was pretty much a complete sham.
‘ Fuck!’ I exclaimed, ‘I’m so sorry Kath, I really am’. I reached across and took her right hand in both of mine. ‘Let’s get something straight about last evening’, I said softly, stroking her hand. ‘You did nothing wrong and certainly not anything to upset me. I enjoyed it, I really did’.
She raised her head and looked at me. ‘Really, you’re not just saying that?’
‘Honest injun’, I said with a smile.
‘In fact, it’s me who owes you an apology’.
Kath tilted her head slightly to one side and looked at me quizzically, ‘About what, why?’
‘Because I shouldn’t have come onto you as strong as I did in the bathroom. Apart from being bullish, it was bad form, because I knew that we had so little time and someone could have found us there at any moment. ‘Frankly, it’s no wonder you froze on the spot!’
Kath sighed and squeezed my hand, ‘It wasn’t just that, I just didn’t know how to act, perform, if you like. I so much wanted to make love to you but confronted with it I just didn’t know what to do’.
I touched her face gently and smiled as a picture of me holding my dress up around my mid-rift and thrusting my crotch into her face came to mind. I laughed, ‘Well, being confronted, literally by ‘IT’ is a fair description of what happened to you last evening hon!’
For a moment she didn’t comprehend and then a smile spread across her face and she gasped out a laugh. ‘Oh my!, yes, I see! Of course!!! She cried.
I stood and embraced her, holding her tight against me. ‘You really don’t have anything to concern yourself about, honestly. I’m not in the least upset and certainly don’t think of you as a slut. Or a dork, whatever that is’.
She gripped me around the waist with both arms and squeezed gently. ‘Thank you darling’ she said softly. ‘I am just so relieved to hear you say that’.
I was holding her, and my every sentiment was truly based in sympathy, but that old feeling was rising in my groin and spreading across my abdomen as I pressed my face into her hair and held her against me. With so little thickness of material between us I could feel her soft warm body moving gently against mine and with our faces so close the warm sigh of her breathing over my skin. The swell of her breasts was pressing against mine and I just knew my nipples were as hard as rocks and that she must be aware of them rubbing up against her own. I turned her face toward me, so that her lips were just a fraction from mine, paused, and then I kissed her fully on the mouth, my lips apart enough to allow my tongue to flicker in and out of her mouth. Our lips were pressed together, moving slow, savouring the taste and sensual feel of desire for one another, the quick delicious fluid motion of mouths interlocked in passion, tongues jousting and stabbing inside our mouths through gasping breaths. Hands everywhere, feeling, caressing crushing, on tits, crotches, buttocks, fingers sliding over each other’s bodies with passionate need. She sighed deeply as I turned her and pressed her back into the counter, still holding her tight, my right hand pulled down the kaftan’s zip and her breasts spilled out. I gasped at the loveliness of the them, the large brown nipples erect and centred upon dark brown areola’s both a full two inches in diameter, dimpled and soft beneath my tongue. Hungrily my mouth fell upon them, one after the other, sucking and licking each in turn, my hands kneading the softness of the plump flesh of each breast bringing each in turn to my mouth to taste and to suckle on the nipples. Kath lent back driven by my urgency to explore her, allowing me full reign to enjoy her body, my right hand gathering up the material of her kaftan, pulling it up to her waist where I trapped it wedged between us before sliding my hand down her naked thigh to the area that I so wanted to explore. I found her sex, her pubic mound, swollen beneath the silky feel of her panties. I squeezed hard and she cried out, almost buckling at the knees, as my finger probed between her legs and found the softness of her, her Labia minara and majora, wet and softly pliant under my urgent touch. Kath gasped at my probing of her sex, both her hands gripping my shoulders and her, leaning forward against me to prevent herself sliding down because her legs, under the ministrations of my hands all over her body, lost their ability to support her
She kissed my neck and face and mouth, making small noises and gasps as I explored her. I had stripped the kaftans zip all the way down, so it was fully open exposing her nakedness except for the thin lacy panties, that I had prised open and to one side to expose her and to allow my fingers to press into and enter her wet softness. Now I broke from her and dropped to my knees, immediately bury my face into the small triangle of neatly trimmed hair covering her pubic mound. Slightly course against my face, her sweet and musty smell in my nostrils and on my tongue, I took as much of her cunt in my mouth as I could gain access too and tasted her as I would the ripeness of a pear. Rolling my lips over the fruit of her I released and let my tongue run wet over the inside of each thigh one after the other, applying soft kisses and caresses as I went. Then sweeping my tongue up the length of her right inner thigh I pressed my tongue between the parted lips of her cunt and found her clit and worked on it until, with a gasping cry, her legs gave way and she collapsed, sliding to a sitting position on the floor in front of me, her legs jutting up and bent at the knee, legs now wide apart, her sex open and fully on show, her hands pressing my face into her groin, rubbing and pressing me to the open the lips of her sex and enter, making small writhing’s of her body as I brought her to climax. I drank her in and tasted her and I didn’t waste a drop of her until she suddenly and almost violently orgasmed; Cumming, in shuddering, gasping convulsions until, depleted, she straightened her legs and slipped down to lay back fully on the floor, gasping and moaning slightly, gripping her crotch tightly with both hands as if to stop her orgasm from escaping. A hand strayed to her breasts, crushing each in turn and twisting the nipples as if this action was a way to for her come down, but by the beautific look upon her face, with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, it was clearly a pleasurable experience. After a while she drew her knees up to her chest and rolled onto her side, her breathing slowing and her face an expression of pure ecstasy.
She lay on her side, the kaftan wrapped and crumpled tight about her waist, one breast fully exposed, the nipple large and erect. After a while she opened her eyes and focused on me kneeling in front of her the front of my blouse was open to the waist and my tits stood out with hard erect nipples. I hadn’t cum and I needed too. Apart from opening my blouse I hadn’t removed a stich of my own clothing and so I stood and watching her I commenced unfastening my belt. I unzipped my slacks and let them fall to the floor exposing my thong that I wriggled out of and let that also drop. Her eyes followed my every move as I slipped out of my blouse and let that fall to the floor. I stood before her with my legs slightly apart my shaved pussy on show to her and she smiled. ‘That is lovely’, she whispered rising to her knees.
‘My turn now’. I said, leaning down and kissing her full on the mouth , penetrating her with my tongue and running it around the inside of her cheeks and over her own tongue. ‘Can you taste yourself?’ I asked as I withdrew from the kiss. She nodded slightly but said nothing, so I dropped to my knees in front of her and pressed my hand between her legs, hooking my index finger up and into her gathering her cum juice. I then ran my finger along her lips tracing their outline and gently slipped it into her mouth. She licked finger and slightly sucked. ‘Now?’ I asked.
She nodded, a small smile on her lips. I then placed my finger into my own sex, soaking it and upon removing it I offered it to her, glistening with cum. Leaning forward she parted her lips and took my finger into her mouth, sucked and ran her tongue over it and around it. Withdrawing it I ask, ‘Do you like the taste of me?’ She nodded again. So, I stood and moving forward I placed myself directly in front of her, my crotch, almost level with her mouth. Placing my hands gently on either side of her face I brought her toward me just as I had done the night before, offering her my cunt. ‘Take as much of it as you can into your mouth, as I did to yours’, I said softly. Slowly she moved forward and I felt an electric thrill run through me as I felt her soft wet lips touch my shaved pubis. Placing her hands on my hips for support she lingered there for a while, running the tip of her tongue over and around my mound. Occasionally, she glanced up to see my reaction and I smiled at her reassuringly, saying, ‘Yes, that’s lovely’. I was caressing her hair with my hands as her mouth moved over me, but now and again I would direct her head to where I wanted her mouth to be. ‘Take me into your mouth now’, I whispered to her as I opened my stance slightly wider to allow her easier access.
Tentatively she moved her lips down and over swollen mound and then, turning head slightly to one side, I felt her mouth close over the soft projections of my upper labia, sucking the lips in and holding them. I have a camel toe pussy with projecting but tight lips that react by swelling when I am aroused or being aroused. My other lovers, men and women alike, like my cunt because they can take it whole into their mouths and enjoy it, parting the lips and entering me with their tongues with ease. I shifted slightly and moved my hips up and forward to expose the area of my cunt further beyond the join of my legs. At the same time, I pressed her head gently forward and felt her adjust her mouth on me, opening wider and gulping and sucking, pressing her face harder up against the junction between my legs where the whole of my cunt lay waiting. I turned her slightly further to her left and suddenly felt that she had me, all of me held in the cavity of her mouth, her lips drawing me in, her tongue probing the interior. I groaned and stroked her hair. She sucked me hard for half a minute before I released her knowing from my own experience that it is tiring to give sex that way for a prolonged period.
‘Finger my pussy’ I instructed. Her right hand travelled across my buttock and up between my legs feeling it’s way along the crack of my ass until she found my soaking wet slit where she paused before pressing her finger between the soft folds of my cunt and exploring it to locate my vagina. Her fingering, although clumsy and a little rough, was pleasant and I opened my legs to allow her deeper entry. It took her a while to find it but then I felt her index finger slide into it and up that caused me to gasp as a wave of pleasure passed through me. I groaned out loud as I felt her rotate her finger increasing the pleasure. Then, to my surprise and enjoyment she slipped her finger out, reversed its original direction of travel until she found my anus and then commenced to caress the outer rim and finding the hole entry pliant and open (she would have, as it has accommodated many a cock in its time!) she slipped her forefinger in and upward causing me to gasp with pleasure.
‘Do you like?’ she asked, her breathing fast and excited.
‘Oh yes baby’, I replied equally breathless, ‘I like it a lot, butt fuck me harder’. At that command a second finger entered me alongside the first, lubricated with my own cunt cum and she reamed my ass with her fingers. I could feel myself starting to cum as Kath worked at screwing me as hard as I demanded. ‘Now my cunt’ I gasped, ‘Finger my cunt and clit’! Taking her hand, I directed her forefinger directly to the spot where my clit could be found. Immediately she started to massage the spot gently and then rough in turns as I felt the early on-set of orgasm. Then she moved forward, placing her mouth over the place and finding my clit, and commenced to flick it and caress it with her tongue. I started to cum and making a noise (I’m very noisy when I fuck and cum!) I felt her finger enter my vagina and start pumping. As I started to writhe under her touch, she drove her forefinger of her other hand into my anus and moved her two hands unison emulating a cock fucking both holes.
I needed to cum, so I needed her to concentrate on my vagina and clit together. ‘Finger fuck me and concentrate your tongue and mouth on my clit, now baby’ I gasped ‘Make me cum, make me cum’. She did exactly as she was told, plunging two fingers and then three into my soaking wet hole and moving them rapidly in and out, occasionally and imaginatively forcing them apart inside me or crooking them and pulling back and upward. All the time she licked and sucked on my swollen clit, moving faster and faster as she heard me gasping and my breathing getting faster.
She kept this up for some time, her face wet and slippery with my cum juices, until, as is always the case with me, my orgasm was released with such ferocity it rolled on and on through my whole being, wracking me in ecstasy and an almost pain that speared me through and through. I couldn’t stand anymore and sank to the floor. Kath still had her fingers in me, continuing to moving them back and forth. I flopped onto my back and spreading my legs I let her continue for while before placing my hand on the back of her head and gently guiding her face toward my cunt. ‘Finish me with your tongue baby’, I almost begged. I could feel the after shock of my first orgasm in my stomach and groin, but I needed just one more release. She buried her face between my legs, and I felt her mouth wrap itself over the whole of my sex, sucking it in and caressing it with her tongue before releasing it. I gasped and pressed her head harder into me. Then, releasing me from her mouth, I felt her tongue find my clit and go to work. I came quickly and as I writhed, feeling the sublime ecstasy of it course through me and over me I pulled her to me and held her whilst kissing her face and lips.
We lay entwined for a long time, content and comfortable together, occasionally kissing or caressing. Eventually, we were driven by thirst and hunger to part and we got up, somewhat stiff and sore. I looked over her naked body as she stood before me and I couldn’t resist cupping her beautiful breasts in my hands as if weighing them. ‘These are, you are beautiful’. I told her. She smiled and taking my breasts in her hands in the same way, she moved toward me and leaning in gave me a quick kiss on the lips. ‘As are yours and as are you, my love’ she said. ‘I promise that from this day onward I am yours and only yours. Thank you for releasing me’.
We are still lovers and friends. Kath parted from Jason 18 months after the start of our affair to live as a gay woman. She has other lovers, as do I, but there is a special bond between us that I hope never dies or fades. I love her and she loves me. But I also love Carol, my other regular gay lover, and I love my husband Paul and a few others in my circle of friends. I count myself blessed to have them in my life.
Paula xxx
The approach came a few years back at a dinner party held by friends and neighbours of ours, Kathy and Jason. We had known them since they moved to a house close by ours during 1999 and we had socialised fairly regularly with them and other friends pretty much from the time they arrived. All very regular, dinner parties, nights out at restaurants etc. As those of you who have read my reminiscences previously will recall, husband and I are into swinging, partner swopping and one night stands and the like and we have a pretty hectic and varied sex life, but none of that involved our immediate neighbours, including Kath and Jason. In fact, none of the above are aware of what we get up to with other friends.
So what transpired was a complete surprise. We arrived at K & J’s place at about 8.30pm on a Saturday night. Including us and the hosts, there were three other couples plus Jason’s brother who had recently gone through a nasty divorce from a wife that I can testify was and is a total bitch. We all know each other well and it wasn’t long before the booze was flowing, and many stories and gossip were being passed around. All in all, everything was as it usually is at such events and we sat down to dinner at just after 9.00pm. Usually at such events seating is boy, girl, boy, girl etc, etc. but, because we had an odd number, I ended up sitting next to Kath.
The evening progressed and the meal eaten and, as was usual with such parties, we hit the coffee, brandy and liqueurs whilst still sitting around the dining table. By mid-night we were all well-oiled and having fun. Kath had been talking to me animatedly about a trip that she and Jason were planning to New Zealand later in the year. I noticed in passing that she had been particularly tactile with me as she chatted, such as placing her hand over mine, casually touching my back and arms, that sort of thing. Occasionally she leaned in very close to the side of my face, so her breath tickled my ear, but I put it all down to an excess of brandy and I didn’t give her actions a lot of attention as she is by nature a rather demonstrative and tactile type of person.
But I did take notice when just after 1.00am with everyone in full flow and thoroughly enjoying themselves, I felt her place her left hand on my upper right leg and when I didn’t react moved it back and forth caressing my leg gently and drawing my dress up and down beneath her caress. As she was doing this, she was in conversation with a guest sitting opposite and she had her body angled so that it looked as if she had her hand in her lap. Up to then I had been involved in the same conversation, but now I picked up my glass and took a deep swallow of brandy. Her hand had now moved upwards toward my crotch and as I put my glass down and returned to the conversation I adjusted my seating to move my lower self further under the table and further out od sight of the person sitting to my left. I cast her a quick glance and caught her doing the same toward me but she quickly glanced away when our eyes briefly met.
The conversation changed subjects and she released my leg to use her hand to reach for the brandy bottle and pour herself a good-sized measure. She then offered the bottle toward my glass and asked, ‘More?’ I smiled sweetly at her and said ‘Of course’ and then, slightly more pointedly, looking her directly in the eyes, I said, ‘Of everything’. Her response was to smile at me as she poured. When she had finished she picked up the conversation with the person opposite and moved in her chair as if to make herself more comfortable, using the move to casually drop her hand below the table and back onto my lap, this time placing it so it was directly above my groin.
I was fascinated by her approach. Never in the past had I had any inkling that she was interested in me sexually; in fact, I had never had any suspicion that she was gay or bi-sexual. She was just Kath, a mate. But now I was looking at a completely different person. Also, I was wondering how she knew that I was respond as a gay or bisexual woman would to such an approach. As far as I was aware, none of our local friends or acquaintances knew about my sexual preferences. By now her hand had slipped down and between my legs and she was caressing the inner thigh of me left leg through my dress. There was no doubt that I was enjoying the experience as I was starting to get damp in all the right places. I shifted myself slightly on my chair and laughing at joke told by the person we were in conversation with I took the opportunity to move and open my legs enough to allow her hand to get fully between them.
Kath gave me a quick glance, but I kept my expression consistent with our three way conversation but I moved and placed my left hand under the table. Moving slowly, I took hold of her wrist. Kath gave a little start at that but not so much that anyone but I would notice as I then moved her hand toward my crotch and pushed it between my legs. That done she left her hand in place without moving it and looking at her I could see that she wasn’t prepared to go further for fear of being discovered.
Slowly, without glancing in my direction she slipped her hand away and back into her own lap. Looking back, I realise that she was making a move to let me know that she was interested but hadn’t intended for the gesture to go any further. The thing is, I love living dangerously like that. Masturbating myself or jerking off my husband or a guy or gal under a restaurant or dinner party table is gloriously erotic and enjoyable with a touch of danger attached to make it more so knowing that there are people and restaurant staff within feet of an exposed erect cock or open wet pussy being rubbed or fingered, whilst above the table the people involved remain looking impassive and normal. Husband and I have had many an enjoyable evening taking our time to pleasure one another slowly or ourselves throughout a meal, only bringing about an ejaculation or orgasm just before we leave. We have done it with others as well and the buzz it gives us is terrific!
But Kath had left me in the lurch and I dearly wanted more. So, I placed my napkin on the table and whispered to her that I was going to the bathroom. As I stood Kath rose at the same time and we both left the table with hardly anyone noticing. We went through the house to the stairs and walked up the first floor in silence. With the dinner party sounds muffled, we reached the first floor without turning on the lights and I suddenly turned and faced her. She stopped and I could almost hear her heart pounding as she looked me squarely in the eyes. Leaning forward I placed my lips on hers and kissed her lightly and gently.
‘So, what was that all about then? I asked against her mouth.
‘I guess I’m very drunk’ she responded.
‘This drunk?’ I asked taking her right hand and pressing it against my pubic mound. She smiled and nodded as she gently squeezed and pressed it with the palm of her hand with me pushing back.
‘We’ll have to be quick’ I said taking her hand and leading her toward the bathroom that was just along the corridor. She followed without objecting and once inside I closed the door and flipped the latch. We were in almost total darkness with just enough light through the window from a far off street lamp for us to make each other out.
I immediately pushed her down on her knees and lifted my dress above my waist. I heard her gasp as I pulled my panties to one side exposing my cunt, that by now was wet and ready for action. Although I could feel her breath upon it, she made no move to dip her tongue, so I put my hands behind her head and moved her toward me whilst moving my hips forward. Her mouth made contact and she made a strangled sort of ‘mmmm’ noise but made no further moves. I moved my pussy up and down against her mouth a couple of times but still she didn’t respond, she just remained still. Immediately it was clear that there was definitely something wrong. We had very little time if she was going to fuck me, which is what I thought all the touching indicated was what she wanted to do, but now she seemed reluctant to proceed. Then it dawned on me. she didn’t know what to do!
‘Have you ever fucked a woman before? I whispered down at her. She slowly stood up and faced me. ‘Only once when I was a at college, but it was, well not really anything other than fingering one another’.
‘Fuck!’ I hissed. ‘Look you use the loo first, I’ll wait outside and use it after you. We’ve been up here long enough as it is’.
So, she used the loo and then me. When I came out, she had gone, but Peter, one of the other guests, was waiting. He gave me a knowing grin that he always gave me after he had drunk too much and we met at functions like this and winked at me before entering the bathroom. ‘Want a quickie? He asked looking around the door as he closed it. ‘Oh! do fuck off Peter’. I responded light heartedly as I turned to go back down stairs. The thing is I’d made a mistake with Peter years before at a Christmas party at his place, when I had got roaring drunk and not knowing what I was doing gave him a blow job in his garden shed. A full down the throat, swallow the lot, blow job! Later during the New Year we bumped into each other in the village and over a coffee we agreed that we had been drunk and what had happened had been an ‘accident’, brought about by too much booze. He’s a nice guy, Pete, and under different circumstances I’d probably add him to my regular shag list, but he and his wife live just a few hundred yards along from us and shitting on my own door step is not something I do. That is one mouthful of cock that Paul doesn’t know about!
Anyway, I digress. I headed back down to the party; except I didn’t make it back to the table as I spotted Kath beckoning me to join her in the kitchen. I obliged, although I was feeling decidedly put out and frustrated having expected to have my cunt sucked after so much teasing. I entered the kitchen and Kath came up to me and gave me a quick soft kiss on the mouth. Stepping back, she said in hushed tones that she was sorry and that she had fancied me for so long that she had decided to drink a lot tonight and make a move. But, that I was right that she had never had any experience making love with a woman, but she so desperately wanted to. All this came out in a rush as I just stood there staring at her.
I walked over to one of the kitchen counters where there were several bottles of wine and some clean glasses and poured myself a large red and took a long deep swallow. I then poured another glass and gave it to Kath. We stood drinking and looking at one another for a few seconds and then in a low voice I asked her how she knew I was up for woman on woman action. She blushed a bit and then explained that she and a friend had been up Town shopping just before last Christmas and she had seen me in a restaurant with an attractive woman, and that I had lent over the table and given her a kiss on the mouth that could only be a lovers kiss.
‘I just knew that you were either a closet gay or bi-sexual, right then and there’. She said. Then she laughed and leaning in toward me she whispered, ‘You have no idea how many times that I’ve masturbated visualising that scene, except I put myself in the place of the other woman’.
‘Did you cum?’ I asked keeping a straight face for a moment before suddenly grinning.
She gave me a sexy smile and said, ‘Oh yes, every time, and I do so want you to make me cum in reality’.
‘Well, I’ll need to show the ropes first if that is to happen’ I said. ‘When and where can we meet up?’
‘You can come over here if you want. Jason is away from six in the morning until after eight at night every week day’.
‘Well, that’s ok, but only the first time, as it’s too dangerous to make a habit of it. People are nosey and get suspicious. I’m working from home on Monday so we could get together around lunch time, say 1.00pm?’
She beamed at me and said that would be wonderful. Again, in a whisper she asked... ‘What do you want me to wear. Something special for you?’
I looked her over, she had a great body and largish tits that were well framed in the low cut black dress she was wearing that exposed plenty of cleavage. Her hair was auburn and shoulder length and she had a nice mouth and a small pert nose, although overall her face was a bit plain. But there was no doubt that I wanted to shag her and, in any event, I liked her and had to remind myself that we had been friends for a long while. I smiled at her and looking toward the dining room to make sure no-one was watching I leaned in and whispered in her ear, ‘Just enough that I don’t have to struggle to get at you’.
She giggled and stroked my arm. ‘Is anyone watching?’ she asked.
I shook my head and she lent forward and kissed me full on the mouth pressing her tongue between my lips and entwinning it with mine. She tasted delicious, a mix of sweet wine and bitter brandy so I held her and lingered over the kiss pressing myself against her as hard as I could whilst running my right hand over her left breast, squeezing it gently before releasing her. When we moved apart, she let out a long breath and smiling said ‘That was the kiss you gave to the woman I saw you with. A lovers kiss’.
I touched her gently on her upper arm. ‘Is that what you want me as?’. I asked, me as your lover?’ She nodded and was about to speak when Paul, my husband, came out of the dining room heading for the bathroom. ‘Ah, there you both are. We were wondering where you were’.
‘Just chatting’ I told him. ‘And you can mind you own business what about’. I called after him, laughing, as he headed for the stairs. The response was a laugh and two fingers waved in our direction.
‘If you don’t mind my asking, but does Paul know about your sexuality?’ Kath asked as Paul disappeared from view.
‘Of course, I responded ‘There are no secrets between us. He knows that I take women lovers and has no objection’.
‘You won’t tell him about us, will you? Kath asked, a worried tone entering her voice.
‘Of course I won’t, sweetheart’, I lied ‘It will be just between the two us’.
Paul slipped off me hot, sweating and breathing heavily having fucked me every which way and in every orifice as soon as we had returned home. I moved languorously and stretched feeling his cum oozing out of my cunt and over the sheets. Paul was not only one hell of a fuck; he shot a load that filled me twice over and with some to spare! My body ached wonderfully and felt slightly sore, as if I had spent just a little too long in the sun, all from the energetic sex we had just enjoyed.
‘Want to know a secret? I asked in coy sounding voice.
Paul turned on his side and kissed me full on the mouth. For 30 years we have been married and our passion for one another is as strong now, possibly even stronger, than the first time we had one another.
‘OK’, he said ‘Do tell’.
‘I think that I have a new lady lover. As of tonight,’.
Paul just looked at me for a few seconds and then the penny dropped as he remembered our encounter in Kath’s kitchen. ‘Kath! He exclaimed, ‘Really?’
‘Yep’ I responded. ‘She started feeling me up under the dining table after the meal but bottled out before getting her mouth and fingers on the prize’.
‘So, what happened then? He asked, eager to hear it all.
I grinned before replying and then said. ‘She accompanied me to the bathroom, and me thinking that she knew what she was doing, I put her on her knees with my dress up and my cunt out ready for a good suck and fuck only to find that she didn’t have a clue what do with it!!’
‘You are k**ding!’ Paul said with emphasis. ‘Are you telling me that she makes a play and then fucks it up at the first fence!’
‘Exactly’, I said ‘There I am all exposed, cum juice dripping all over the bathroom floor, and apart from a sniff and tentative lick she didn’t have a clue how to service me!’
‘So, what happened then? He asked.
‘We had no time for me to give her a lesson, so we packed it in and then we met up in the kitchen, where you came across pair of us’.
Paul grinned and lent back with his arms behind his head. ‘So, what’s the plan then? You arranged to meet up?
‘Yes, this coming Monday, at lunch time. I have to say I’m rather looking forward to the tryst’.
Paul looked at me grinning. ‘I bet you are, you horny bitch. I wish I could join the two of you.’
I shook my head, ‘She’s looking for a woman lover babe, but give it time; you never know what the future holds’.
Paul asked. ‘Just out of interest hon, how did she know that you are that way inclined?’
I laughed, ‘She saw me snogging Carol in Traders Restaurant, up Town, just before last Christmas. Said that the moment she saw the passion in my kissing her that she knew it was a lovers snog and therefore I was a wanton closet lessi bitch just ripe for the plucking!’
‘You mean, fucking, I think darling’. Paul said laughing.
‘Oh!’ I responded with a laugh, ‘I do hope so babe, I really do! The bonus is, that she will be my student and I can teach her to service me just the way I like it’.
‘Well, just you make sure that you tell all to hubby here or I’ll have to give you a good spanking!’
‘Well, I always do baby’, I said, ‘But please don’t hold back on the spanking, even if I do tell all!’
When I awoke the following morning, I had a hangover, a steady throbbing directly behind my forehead that was punishment for drinking too much booze. Two paracetamol and a cup of black coffee and after an hour the throbbing had subsided as I kissed Paul goodbye and he headed the garage and his beloved Porche. He was off for the day with his brother and a soccer game and would not be returning until late evening. My plan was to do absolutely nothing, all day, but that plan was shortly to be shot down in flames. About an hour after Paul had left my mobile rattled out its annoying tune that I was abouit to ignore until I saw ‘Kath’ writ large on the screen.
‘Hi!’ I said into the flatness of the device, ‘How you are you feeling this overly bright and sunny morning?’
A groan came out of the device ‘Bloody awful. You? I drank far to much last night’.
I laughed. ‘Me too hon. Serves us right for being gluttons for punishment’.
There followed a pause, then she said,
‘Look, Jason’s out for the day playing golf and then dinner at the club, so I’m on my own. I really need to talk to you about last night, so is there any chance you can come over?’
This was the last thing I wanted to do, especially as we were scheduled to meet the following day. I was about to ask if it could wait until then when she added.. ‘I feel really bad about last night and I so much need to see you to explain’. And, so, I reluctantly agreed and told her I would be over in about an hour.
I changed from denims and shirt into a pair of white linen slacks and a pale pink silk short sleeved blouse. Underneath I was wearing next to nothing; just a white thong that was so tiny it just about covered my pussy mound and that was it. I was perfectly aware that in a certain light anyone with halfway reasonable eyesight could see straight through the linen slacks and that by the same light my naked tits were likely to give a guy a hard on at twenty paces! I slipped on a pair of open toe sling back gold leather sandals, applied make up to my face, brushed my hair and then left the house. It was early July and hot just for a change instead of being overcast and damp, so I jumped into my convertible and drove the three quarters of mile to Kath’s house. The gate to her driveway was open so I swept in the car tyres crunching noisily across the gravel frontage and I parked up outside her front entrance door. Like all the houses in our lane hers was an imposing three storey contemporary modernist mansion type building of mostly glass and steel construction. The entrance door was approached by wide curved stone steps.
The door opened as I approached the door, and Kath gave me a broad smile showing perfect white teeth. She looked lovely, tall and elegant, wearing a full length multicoloured low cut, zip fronted jade green coloured kaftan that was so sheer I could make out the shape of her body underneath. Looking at her cleavage and the swell of her breasts she was clearly bra-less, something that allowed her ample nipples free reign to tent out the almost translucent material. I made an effort not to gawp at her as I approached and we lightly hugged and exchanged kisses.
‘You look wonderful’ I said, ‘Not at all hung over, unlike me. I must look a fright!’.
She laughed as she closed the door and said, ‘Not at all, you look radiant!’
‘Liar!’ I said with a smile before following her into the kitchen.
‘Coffee?’ she asked.
‘Yep, please. Black and strong, just the way I like my men!’
‘Yeah I bet!’ she responded with a laugh’ I bet that would go down well with Paul’.
I laughed, thinking ‘ You don’t know the half of it babe’, as a picture came to mind of David, a tall well-built black guy, that Paul and I were friends with, humping me doggy style in a hotel bedroom just the week before. I could still feel is enormous thick black cock splitting me in two even now!
She carried the coffee pot from the percolator to the breakfast bar and we sat on stools next to one another. Having poured coffee for both of us, she passed me a cup, raised her cup to her lips and took a sip. I suddenly realised how attractive she actually was. Despite a rather plain looking face she had a wonderful body and beautiful poise, topped off by lustrous wavy auburn hair that fell to her shoulders. Her neck was smooth and long, and she had skin that was blemish less and lightly tanned. I had known her on a casual basis for several years, but although I would have described her as attractive, I now realised how inadequate that description would have been. She was in fact, quite beautiful and I really had the hots for her. I looked into her dark brown eyes and asked. ‘So, what is it that you need to talk to me about?’
Placing her cup in its saucer she took a deep breath and then answered, ‘I have to apologise for my behaviour last night. It was unforgivable and boorish to say the least. Coming on to you like that completely out of the blue was dreadful and I’m sure you think me nothing short of a slut’. She gulped and I saw tears welling up in her eyes, but before I could interject she continued .. ‘The thing is, I have been under such terrible pressure for months, probably years if I’m honest. I’ve known for all that time that I fancy woman sexually, but I’ve pushed it down inside of me and tried to put it out of my mind, but it won’t stay gone. I see a woman, perhaps the way she moves, sits, speaks her smile, anything, and I’m gripped by an almost unstoppable urge to approach her, make a move, do something that will get me close. It’s terrifying!! But the last straw, the thing that pushed me into planning to act, was seeing you kiss that woman in the restaurant’.
‘Carol’. I said.
For a moment Kath looked a bit non-plussed.
‘Carol’, I repeated ‘That’s her name, and we have been lovers for a long time’.
‘Oh!’ I see’ she said, ‘She looks lovely’.
‘She is’. I replied.
‘Well, I just so want to be kissed like that by a woman and to feel normal about it, relaxed and, well, like we are meant to be together, just the way you two looked. And last night you kissed me with such passion, but I knew I’d blown it when we were up there in the bathroom. You must think me a complete dork!’ Now tears were cascading down her cheeks and she just sat, looking down at the counter, completely distraught.
I opened my handbag, took out a tissue, lent over and offered it to her.
‘Thanks’ she stammered, dabbing at her cheeks and eyes. ‘I’m sorry to get in a state, but I’m just feeling so lost and empty’.
I had a lump in my throat the size of an walnut, with tears of my own just below the surface. I felt for her, I really did. Here she was, a well-mannered, well educated, upper middle class lady with a well off husband and everything she could possible want, including a 19 year old daughter at university, and she was deeply unhappy because, to put it bluntly, she was gay, a lesbian, living a heterosexual life that was pretty much a complete sham.
‘ Fuck!’ I exclaimed, ‘I’m so sorry Kath, I really am’. I reached across and took her right hand in both of mine. ‘Let’s get something straight about last evening’, I said softly, stroking her hand. ‘You did nothing wrong and certainly not anything to upset me. I enjoyed it, I really did’.
She raised her head and looked at me. ‘Really, you’re not just saying that?’
‘Honest injun’, I said with a smile.
‘In fact, it’s me who owes you an apology’.
Kath tilted her head slightly to one side and looked at me quizzically, ‘About what, why?’
‘Because I shouldn’t have come onto you as strong as I did in the bathroom. Apart from being bullish, it was bad form, because I knew that we had so little time and someone could have found us there at any moment. ‘Frankly, it’s no wonder you froze on the spot!’
Kath sighed and squeezed my hand, ‘It wasn’t just that, I just didn’t know how to act, perform, if you like. I so much wanted to make love to you but confronted with it I just didn’t know what to do’.
I touched her face gently and smiled as a picture of me holding my dress up around my mid-rift and thrusting my crotch into her face came to mind. I laughed, ‘Well, being confronted, literally by ‘IT’ is a fair description of what happened to you last evening hon!’
For a moment she didn’t comprehend and then a smile spread across her face and she gasped out a laugh. ‘Oh my!, yes, I see! Of course!!! She cried.
I stood and embraced her, holding her tight against me. ‘You really don’t have anything to concern yourself about, honestly. I’m not in the least upset and certainly don’t think of you as a slut. Or a dork, whatever that is’.
She gripped me around the waist with both arms and squeezed gently. ‘Thank you darling’ she said softly. ‘I am just so relieved to hear you say that’.
I was holding her, and my every sentiment was truly based in sympathy, but that old feeling was rising in my groin and spreading across my abdomen as I pressed my face into her hair and held her against me. With so little thickness of material between us I could feel her soft warm body moving gently against mine and with our faces so close the warm sigh of her breathing over my skin. The swell of her breasts was pressing against mine and I just knew my nipples were as hard as rocks and that she must be aware of them rubbing up against her own. I turned her face toward me, so that her lips were just a fraction from mine, paused, and then I kissed her fully on the mouth, my lips apart enough to allow my tongue to flicker in and out of her mouth. Our lips were pressed together, moving slow, savouring the taste and sensual feel of desire for one another, the quick delicious fluid motion of mouths interlocked in passion, tongues jousting and stabbing inside our mouths through gasping breaths. Hands everywhere, feeling, caressing crushing, on tits, crotches, buttocks, fingers sliding over each other’s bodies with passionate need. She sighed deeply as I turned her and pressed her back into the counter, still holding her tight, my right hand pulled down the kaftan’s zip and her breasts spilled out. I gasped at the loveliness of the them, the large brown nipples erect and centred upon dark brown areola’s both a full two inches in diameter, dimpled and soft beneath my tongue. Hungrily my mouth fell upon them, one after the other, sucking and licking each in turn, my hands kneading the softness of the plump flesh of each breast bringing each in turn to my mouth to taste and to suckle on the nipples. Kath lent back driven by my urgency to explore her, allowing me full reign to enjoy her body, my right hand gathering up the material of her kaftan, pulling it up to her waist where I trapped it wedged between us before sliding my hand down her naked thigh to the area that I so wanted to explore. I found her sex, her pubic mound, swollen beneath the silky feel of her panties. I squeezed hard and she cried out, almost buckling at the knees, as my finger probed between her legs and found the softness of her, her Labia minara and majora, wet and softly pliant under my urgent touch. Kath gasped at my probing of her sex, both her hands gripping my shoulders and her, leaning forward against me to prevent herself sliding down because her legs, under the ministrations of my hands all over her body, lost their ability to support her
She kissed my neck and face and mouth, making small noises and gasps as I explored her. I had stripped the kaftans zip all the way down, so it was fully open exposing her nakedness except for the thin lacy panties, that I had prised open and to one side to expose her and to allow my fingers to press into and enter her wet softness. Now I broke from her and dropped to my knees, immediately bury my face into the small triangle of neatly trimmed hair covering her pubic mound. Slightly course against my face, her sweet and musty smell in my nostrils and on my tongue, I took as much of her cunt in my mouth as I could gain access too and tasted her as I would the ripeness of a pear. Rolling my lips over the fruit of her I released and let my tongue run wet over the inside of each thigh one after the other, applying soft kisses and caresses as I went. Then sweeping my tongue up the length of her right inner thigh I pressed my tongue between the parted lips of her cunt and found her clit and worked on it until, with a gasping cry, her legs gave way and she collapsed, sliding to a sitting position on the floor in front of me, her legs jutting up and bent at the knee, legs now wide apart, her sex open and fully on show, her hands pressing my face into her groin, rubbing and pressing me to the open the lips of her sex and enter, making small writhing’s of her body as I brought her to climax. I drank her in and tasted her and I didn’t waste a drop of her until she suddenly and almost violently orgasmed; Cumming, in shuddering, gasping convulsions until, depleted, she straightened her legs and slipped down to lay back fully on the floor, gasping and moaning slightly, gripping her crotch tightly with both hands as if to stop her orgasm from escaping. A hand strayed to her breasts, crushing each in turn and twisting the nipples as if this action was a way to for her come down, but by the beautific look upon her face, with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, it was clearly a pleasurable experience. After a while she drew her knees up to her chest and rolled onto her side, her breathing slowing and her face an expression of pure ecstasy.
She lay on her side, the kaftan wrapped and crumpled tight about her waist, one breast fully exposed, the nipple large and erect. After a while she opened her eyes and focused on me kneeling in front of her the front of my blouse was open to the waist and my tits stood out with hard erect nipples. I hadn’t cum and I needed too. Apart from opening my blouse I hadn’t removed a stich of my own clothing and so I stood and watching her I commenced unfastening my belt. I unzipped my slacks and let them fall to the floor exposing my thong that I wriggled out of and let that also drop. Her eyes followed my every move as I slipped out of my blouse and let that fall to the floor. I stood before her with my legs slightly apart my shaved pussy on show to her and she smiled. ‘That is lovely’, she whispered rising to her knees.
‘My turn now’. I said, leaning down and kissing her full on the mouth , penetrating her with my tongue and running it around the inside of her cheeks and over her own tongue. ‘Can you taste yourself?’ I asked as I withdrew from the kiss. She nodded slightly but said nothing, so I dropped to my knees in front of her and pressed my hand between her legs, hooking my index finger up and into her gathering her cum juice. I then ran my finger along her lips tracing their outline and gently slipped it into her mouth. She licked finger and slightly sucked. ‘Now?’ I asked.
She nodded, a small smile on her lips. I then placed my finger into my own sex, soaking it and upon removing it I offered it to her, glistening with cum. Leaning forward she parted her lips and took my finger into her mouth, sucked and ran her tongue over it and around it. Withdrawing it I ask, ‘Do you like the taste of me?’ She nodded again. So, I stood and moving forward I placed myself directly in front of her, my crotch, almost level with her mouth. Placing my hands gently on either side of her face I brought her toward me just as I had done the night before, offering her my cunt. ‘Take as much of it as you can into your mouth, as I did to yours’, I said softly. Slowly she moved forward and I felt an electric thrill run through me as I felt her soft wet lips touch my shaved pubis. Placing her hands on my hips for support she lingered there for a while, running the tip of her tongue over and around my mound. Occasionally, she glanced up to see my reaction and I smiled at her reassuringly, saying, ‘Yes, that’s lovely’. I was caressing her hair with my hands as her mouth moved over me, but now and again I would direct her head to where I wanted her mouth to be. ‘Take me into your mouth now’, I whispered to her as I opened my stance slightly wider to allow her easier access.
Tentatively she moved her lips down and over swollen mound and then, turning head slightly to one side, I felt her mouth close over the soft projections of my upper labia, sucking the lips in and holding them. I have a camel toe pussy with projecting but tight lips that react by swelling when I am aroused or being aroused. My other lovers, men and women alike, like my cunt because they can take it whole into their mouths and enjoy it, parting the lips and entering me with their tongues with ease. I shifted slightly and moved my hips up and forward to expose the area of my cunt further beyond the join of my legs. At the same time, I pressed her head gently forward and felt her adjust her mouth on me, opening wider and gulping and sucking, pressing her face harder up against the junction between my legs where the whole of my cunt lay waiting. I turned her slightly further to her left and suddenly felt that she had me, all of me held in the cavity of her mouth, her lips drawing me in, her tongue probing the interior. I groaned and stroked her hair. She sucked me hard for half a minute before I released her knowing from my own experience that it is tiring to give sex that way for a prolonged period.
‘Finger my pussy’ I instructed. Her right hand travelled across my buttock and up between my legs feeling it’s way along the crack of my ass until she found my soaking wet slit where she paused before pressing her finger between the soft folds of my cunt and exploring it to locate my vagina. Her fingering, although clumsy and a little rough, was pleasant and I opened my legs to allow her deeper entry. It took her a while to find it but then I felt her index finger slide into it and up that caused me to gasp as a wave of pleasure passed through me. I groaned out loud as I felt her rotate her finger increasing the pleasure. Then, to my surprise and enjoyment she slipped her finger out, reversed its original direction of travel until she found my anus and then commenced to caress the outer rim and finding the hole entry pliant and open (she would have, as it has accommodated many a cock in its time!) she slipped her forefinger in and upward causing me to gasp with pleasure.
‘Do you like?’ she asked, her breathing fast and excited.
‘Oh yes baby’, I replied equally breathless, ‘I like it a lot, butt fuck me harder’. At that command a second finger entered me alongside the first, lubricated with my own cunt cum and she reamed my ass with her fingers. I could feel myself starting to cum as Kath worked at screwing me as hard as I demanded. ‘Now my cunt’ I gasped, ‘Finger my cunt and clit’! Taking her hand, I directed her forefinger directly to the spot where my clit could be found. Immediately she started to massage the spot gently and then rough in turns as I felt the early on-set of orgasm. Then she moved forward, placing her mouth over the place and finding my clit, and commenced to flick it and caress it with her tongue. I started to cum and making a noise (I’m very noisy when I fuck and cum!) I felt her finger enter my vagina and start pumping. As I started to writhe under her touch, she drove her forefinger of her other hand into my anus and moved her two hands unison emulating a cock fucking both holes.
I needed to cum, so I needed her to concentrate on my vagina and clit together. ‘Finger fuck me and concentrate your tongue and mouth on my clit, now baby’ I gasped ‘Make me cum, make me cum’. She did exactly as she was told, plunging two fingers and then three into my soaking wet hole and moving them rapidly in and out, occasionally and imaginatively forcing them apart inside me or crooking them and pulling back and upward. All the time she licked and sucked on my swollen clit, moving faster and faster as she heard me gasping and my breathing getting faster.
She kept this up for some time, her face wet and slippery with my cum juices, until, as is always the case with me, my orgasm was released with such ferocity it rolled on and on through my whole being, wracking me in ecstasy and an almost pain that speared me through and through. I couldn’t stand anymore and sank to the floor. Kath still had her fingers in me, continuing to moving them back and forth. I flopped onto my back and spreading my legs I let her continue for while before placing my hand on the back of her head and gently guiding her face toward my cunt. ‘Finish me with your tongue baby’, I almost begged. I could feel the after shock of my first orgasm in my stomach and groin, but I needed just one more release. She buried her face between my legs, and I felt her mouth wrap itself over the whole of my sex, sucking it in and caressing it with her tongue before releasing it. I gasped and pressed her head harder into me. Then, releasing me from her mouth, I felt her tongue find my clit and go to work. I came quickly and as I writhed, feeling the sublime ecstasy of it course through me and over me I pulled her to me and held her whilst kissing her face and lips.
We lay entwined for a long time, content and comfortable together, occasionally kissing or caressing. Eventually, we were driven by thirst and hunger to part and we got up, somewhat stiff and sore. I looked over her naked body as she stood before me and I couldn’t resist cupping her beautiful breasts in my hands as if weighing them. ‘These are, you are beautiful’. I told her. She smiled and taking my breasts in her hands in the same way, she moved toward me and leaning in gave me a quick kiss on the lips. ‘As are yours and as are you, my love’ she said. ‘I promise that from this day onward I am yours and only yours. Thank you for releasing me’.
We are still lovers and friends. Kath parted from Jason 18 months after the start of our affair to live as a gay woman. She has other lovers, as do I, but there is a special bond between us that I hope never dies or fades. I love her and she loves me. But I also love Carol, my other regular gay lover, and I love my husband Paul and a few others in my circle of friends. I count myself blessed to have them in my life.
Paula xxx
6年前
