Loading...It was my last evening in England and I had been invited to spend it at the coffee lounge just around the corner from my hotel. I had spent many happy evenings there with the owners Bob and Vicky. I had spent the last five months working at the English office of the company that I worked for trying to salvage something after a manager had run off with a large amount of the assets. I had recovered most of what was missing and felt that I was leaving after a job well done.
I walked down the street and could see the coffee lounge ahead of me but it looked as though it was closed. I carried on and walked up the steps that led to the entrance. I looked through the small windows in the door but could see no sign of life, so feeling disappointed I turned and started to slowly walk back to my hotel. I had only walked about twenty yards or so when I heard the sound of someone running up behind me, and then I heard someone calling “Cathy, please wait.”. I turned around and there stood Sharon, Bob and Vicky’s daughter. She told me that they had been called away at very short notice to visit Vicky’s mom who had been taken to hospital after falling down some steps. This had resulted in a broken hip and wrist along with some cuts and bruises. As Vicky couldn’t drive, Bob considered it his duty to take her even though it would mean closing the coffee shop for the evening, as cover couldn’t be arranged until the morning. I told Sharon that I quite understood and that I would walk back to the hotel and have a quiet night but she said that she wouldn’t hear of it. She said that I was welcome to come for the promised coffee and that she would welcome a chance to have a girly chat.
Sharon was what you might describe as petite. Slim, but not skinny and being less than five feet tall she gave the impression that she was only aged about fourteen or fifteen. I knew that she was in fact eighteen as I had attended her birthday party a few weeks earlier. We walked back to the coffee shop and as I followed her up the few steps, which led to the side door, she walked through a shaft of sunlight that shone through the light summer dress she was wearing to reveal the perfect shape of her young body. I followed her through the door which she held open for me and as I walked into the large hall way she closed and locked the door behind us. Sharon ushered me into the lounge and offered to take my jacket. I slipped this off and she made a remark about how much she liked my dress. It was just a white cotton summer dress with inch wide shoulder straps and a small blue bow at the front. It wasn’t a very short affair, with the hemline just above my knees. Hers was a much skimpier article. A very pale printed flowered pattern on a thin cotton material. The shoulder straps were very narrow and the hemline was about five or six inches higher than mine. There was a sofa along one wall with a small dining table and chairs beside, tucked up a corner. In the centre were two recliner chairs facing each other with a small coffee table to one side and another small table beside one of the chairs on which stood a small electric fan. This was giving a very welcome light breeze on this very warm evening.
Sharon told me to take a seat and she would go and make coffee. She went out of a door on the other side of the room to the one from which we had entered and I could soon hear her putting the necessary things onto a tray. She returned shortly with this tray and placed it onto the coffee table which was positioned between but to the side of the reclining chairs and sat down on the facing chair to the one I had occupied. I had slipped my shoes off and slid my feet up onto the chair so that my heels were tucked up, touching the cheeks of my bottom, resulting in the hem of my dress riding up by about four of five inches revealing a fair amount of my bare legs. Sharon poured out the coffees, not needing to ask how I liked mine as she had served me hot drinks many times in the past. She placed a filled cup onto the table beside me and placed another beside her chair and then kicked off her own shoes and slid her feet into the same position as I had mine.
We talked about my future plans and she asked if I was sad at leaving and I told her that if it wasn’t for my son back home I would be more than happy to stay. She asked how old my son was and seemed genuinely surprised when I answered that he was almost twenty. At that point she asked how old I was and I told her that I would be thirty-eight the next day. She said that she was stunned and that if asked she would have guessed that I was well under thirty years old, a comment for which I thanked her. With that she said that she would go and fetch some wine from the rack and we would have a drink to celebrate my forthcoming birthday. I said that I would very much like that but I would have to use the bathroom first.
As I went to stand up I caught my foot on one of Sharon’s shoes and lost my balance. I stretched out a hand to stop myself from falling only to catch the edge of the coffee tray sending the pot and it’s now luke-warm contents spewing onto my dress as I staggered back into the chair. Sharon leapt up and picked the coffee pot from my lap and quickly placed it back onto the table before grabbing my hand and helping me out of the chair. She then led me to the door that she had gone through earlier and led me down a passageway to a stairway which we climbed. I could feel the cold coffee on my skin as it soaked its way through my dress and panties. At the top of the stairs was a door that Sharon opened to reveal a bathroom and she told me to go in and take off my now sodden dress and anything else that was wet and then said that she would fetch something for me to put on. She pulled the door behind her and I did as she said and removed my dress. My panties were also soaked so I removed those as well and stood there in just my bra. There was a tap at the door and it opened slightly as Sharon’s arm came into view holding a towelling gown. She asked me to hand her the stained, wet clothes and as I did so she told me to put the gown on and when I was ready to make my way back to the lounge. At this point I heard her walk back down the stairs. I put the gown on but it was quite small and although it did fit round me it finished just below my bottom. Because of its length, and both of us being slim, I guessed that the gown was one of Sharon’s own. With my now bare pussy only inches away from exposure I knew that I would have to be very careful as to how I sat.
I made my way back to the lounge where Sharon had just finished wiping the remains of the coffee pot contents from the floor. I remarked that the gown looked a little skimpy on me and gave a little twirl as if to demonstrate, holding the bottom of the gown down at the front so as not to expose myself, or Sharon to any embarrassment. Sharon said that on me it looked very sexy and alluring and much nicer than it did on her, confirming that the garment was indeed hers. I apologised for the coffee incident but she told me not to be silly, as accidents happened to everybody, and besides I shouldn’t keep my lovely legs hidden away behind long dresses and the incident had given me a chance to show them off. I felt very flattered and told her so.
She told me that she had put my things into the washer and with any luck the stains should all but disappear. I then sat back into the chair. Mindful of my predicament I was careful to keep my knees locked together. Sharon then said that we could both do with that glass of wine now and walked back to the kitchen. I could hear the clinking of glass bottles and glasses when she shouted to ask if I preferred red or white and I answered that I liked both. She returned with a small bottle of each and placed the red bottle on the table and placed one glass at my feet and the other in front of her chair. She then sat back into her seat and proceeded to open the white bottle. Once opened she kept her feet tucked into the base of her chair and slid her bottom forward and off of the seat, making her dress ride up to reveal the cheeks of her bottom, something to which she seemed oblivious.
She then leant forward to fill my glass, and as she did so, the front of her dress fell forward giving me a full downward view of her small, bra-less titties and their sweet little nipples. I gulped, and for the first time in my life I felt a stirring inside as the result of seeing a naked part of a female body. I had never had any sexual feelings at all towards another woman and was very surprised that I was getting some, however small, now. It struck me that there we were two woman, one a longhaired red head in her late thirties and the other a shorthaired teenage blonde, the first wearing no panties and the second no bra. As this thought struck me I felt another slight stirring in my tummy. At this point I knew that I wanted to see those cute little breasts again.
I felt an even stronger twinge as Sharon remarked that she liked my nice lace panties and thought that they were very pretty and must look even better when they were being worn atop of my long slim legs. I told her that they were nice and cool on these warm summer evenings. Sharon said that she preferred small light cotton panties, light enough to keep cool and just big enough to keep decent. She went on to say that a friend of hers used to wear the thinnest and skimpiest of panties that did nothing to hide the dark pubic bush that matched the color of her jet-black hair. I asked her how on earth she knew this and she replied, giggling, that they used to go and buy clothes together before she moved away to university a couple of years before and were quite often together in just their underwear when they were trying garments on in the changing rooms. I remarked that she wouldn’t suffer from a pubic shadow problem as her hair was so lightly colored and she laughed saying that it wouldn’t be a problem as she kept herself shaved clean ‘down there’ anyway, a remark which did nothing to abate the stirrings that I was experiencing. I asked her why she shaved herself and she replied that she had developed a heat rash a year or two earlier and it was so much easier to apply the cream that the doctor gave her when she had no hair to get in the way. The rash had cleared itself quickly but she had found that as a result of the shaving she much preferred to remain ‘smooth’. I told her that a few years earlier a close friend confided that she too shaved and I had toyed with the idea of trying it out but had never had the courage to take that step and as a result still had a full bush of rich red hair. Sharon smiled sweetly and said that I should try it one day and I replied that I might just do that, although I thought that I would have to drink quite a lot of alcohol to give me the courage. Sharon smiled again.
I kept my knees clamped together as I leant forward to pick up my glass and drank the contents in one shot. Sharon remarked that I must have needed that and went to pass me the wine bottle but I pretended not to notice and placed my glass back onto the floor where I knew I would stand a good chance of seeing her breasts again as she leaned forward to fill it. However she still held out the bottle but I asked her if she would fill my glass for me, as it tasted much better if it was poured for you. She smiled her sweet smile, and slid off of her chair as before. I felt my heart beat as she leaned forward and I again enjoyed the view of her lovely naked breasts. This time her nipples seemed to have swollen and become much more pronounced. She held this position for much longer than before and when I could bring myself to take my eyes away from her body I saw that she was looking at the label on the bottle. I looked back at her breasts and wondered just how they would look if I ever got the chance to see them full on. She then emptied the bottle into my glass and returned to her seat.
We talked about life in general and eventually the subject of our conversation turned to men. I told her about my failed marriage and how Rodney, my supposed loving partner couldn’t keep his pants on when there was another woman around and that David, our son, was the only good thing to come from our short partnership. Sharon told me that she had never had a really serious boyfriend and when I told her that I hadn’t had a relationship with a man for almost ten years she told me that she had never had a ‘proper’ physical relationship with a man and had yet to find a someone with who she would be prepared to loose her virginity. We both then said “Men!” and burst into a fit of the giggles, more to do with the wine than anything else. Sharon then stood up and announced that she would fetch some more wine. She was gone a little longer than before but soon returned with another couple of bottles. She did as before and placed one onto the table and opened the other before leaning over to re-fill my glass again giving me a glimpse of her sweet bare breasts. By this time I could feel my pussy becoming moist and I wondered if Sharon’s was too. I hadn’t missed the fact that she had made quite a few flattering comments and remarks about my body during the course of the evening, something that I warmly welcomed from this beautiful little creature and I wondered if, or if I’m honest and admit it, hoped that she was making them for a reason.
I was now determined to see if I could see a damp patch on her panties although I didn’t want to give up my quest of seeing as much of her breasts as I could. I had by now noticed that Sharon was filling my glass after I had taken a few sips, rather than waiting for me to empty it, not that I was complaining as I was getting even more of my little visual treats as a result. We continued sipping wine and talking for what must have been an hour or more, the wine relaxing us both and allowing us to discuss things that in normal circumstances would be considered as off limits. I told her about boys I dated at collage, including one, Paul, who had a massive dick. I was taken aback when Sharon asked me if I had let him shag me with it, as I didn’t expect her to be quite as blunt as that. I told her that I had seen his huge cock by accident when I walked into the bathroom while he was taking a piss, and no, I didn’t let him shag me. Sharon explained that all of the boys that she had fancied were either tied up with other girls or else they weren’t interested in her. I told her that someone as pretty as her shouldn’t have any problem attracting a man and I didn’t think that it could be too long before someone realised just how lucky they would be if they managed to land her.
The next time that she leaned over to top up my glass I thought that I was going to explode because instead of the front of her dress just falling open, this time the shoulder straps slipped down her arms and the whole front of her dress fell down leaving her little sweet titties exposed, and they looked so gorgeous. It was all I could do to stop myself from leaning forward and start caressing them. Instead of just slipping the straps back up to her shoulders she started to laugh and leaned back. The sight was more than I could ever have dreamed of. Now that they were in full view I could see that although they were small her breasts were shaped to perfection and her nipples were like little cherries. She then all too quickly pulled her top back into place and apologised. I said that there was no need at all to apologise, hoping that I didn’t sound like some old dyke.
Sharon sat back into her chair and as she did so the second of my wishes came true when she parted her knees slightly, just enough for me to make out a little tell tale damp patch in her panties. It seemed that she was enjoying this evening as much as I was. With her knees now parted slightly further and with her bottom slightly forward in her chair I now had a clear view of her panty-covered pussy. Sharon then asked how I managed to keep myself ‘happy’ without a man around and rather stupidly I replied that I kept myself busy socialising and that I had one or two friends with which I shared movie visits and the odd drink or two. Sharon let out a laugh and I then realised that she didn’t mean that type of ‘happy’ and I joined in her laughter. I then said that the usual self-relief came into force on odd occasions and found myself asking Sharon how she kept satisfied. She replied that she had never felt really satisfied but had to make do with a finger or two in the right places until she could find a more acceptable solution.
Sharon slid onto the floor to top up my already almost full glass and again I had a nice view of her breasts, but I knew now that these quick views of her sweet little titties were no longer enough. With my pussy becoming ever more moist and stronger feelings developing deep inside I now wanted more, much more.
My pussy was no longer moist, it was wet and it was all I could do to stop myself from putting my hand on it and giving myself a little rub. Sharon had finished pouring the wine but was still in position on the floor when I did something that I couldn’t believe I was capable of, I parted my own knees, only by an inch or two but I knew that the shortness of the gown coupled with the position that she was in, Sharon would be treated to a clear and open view of my pussy in all of it’s glory, a very wet pink slit surrounded by a lush carpet of rich red hair. I realised that it was make or break time and if she declined the invitation to look I would have to change my tack and give up my quest. As I parted my knees a little more I bit my bottom lip, hoping that she wouldn’t look away. I glimpsed Sharon’s face, and could see that she was looking straight between my legs and was undoubtedly absorbing the view of my excited pussy. I kept talking and as I did so I opened them just a little bit further. Sharon kept her eyes firmly on my crotch. I kept my legs ajar for a few more seconds before very slowly closing them and then picked up my glass and finished what remained.
I placed my glass back on the floor and Sharon again leaned forward to re-fill it and for the second time the front of her dress fell totally open. Before she could pour wine into my glass I put my foot over the top of it and said quietly “Not for a minute.” Instead of pulling her dress front up she looked at me, smiled and slipped her arms out of her dress straps and let its top fall down over her waist. As she sat back into her chair, her wonderful little breasts in full view she asked if I minded. I smiled and asked her how on earth could I mind when I had the chance to see such a beautiful young body. She asked if I really wanted to look at her like that and I smiled and just looked at her lovely titties for a few seconds before saying that I couldn’t think of anything else I would rather look at. I could feel my chest becoming tight as she placed her right hand over her left breast and gently squeezed it saying that they weren’t very big, in fact they were very small. I told her that I thought that they were just perfect. She then moved her hand onto her right breast while at the same time placing her other hand on her other one and squeezed them together. After what seemed ages, but in fact was no more than a few seconds she slowly lifted both of her feet off of the floor and placed one onto each of my knees and gently rubbed them with her toes. “Do you mind?” she again asked and after catching my breath I whispered loudly, and with an uncontrollable quiver in my voice that I couldn’t see myself minding about anything that she would like to do and added that there was no need to ask in future, as anything that she wished to do would be fine by me. She carried on caressing my knees and I realised that they had now drifted a couple of inches apart and noticed that Sharon was looking down the gap at my pussy. She said that she had never been this close to another woman and was enjoying it very much and was becoming very excited. I replied that I too had never been this close and after a long pause said that I very much wanted to carry on. By now we both knew that we were heading down an uncharted path and I believed that Sharon was as willing as I in finding where it was going to lead.
I placed my hands on top of Sharon’s toes and gently stroked them before leaning back into my chair. Sharon then very slowly slipped her feet together, sliding them onto the inside of my knees and then slowly, very, very, slowly, parted them, opening my legs. I moved my bottom slightly forward to let her spread me as wide as she wanted and she responded by spreading my legs as wide as they would go. I pulled the cord of the gown and let it fall so that she could see the entire naked bottom half of my body, legs spread to their maximum extent and my small breasts only covered by an almost transparent lacy bra. I felt the light breeze from the fan on my gaping pussy giving me a previously unexperienced sensation that felt wonderful. I could also see her spread panty covered crotch but now more than ever I wanted to see her whole little body naked. Sharon let her feet slip to the floor but I kept my legs and pussy fully open to view. Her eyes were fixed onto my pussy, which made me feel wonderful. I moved my hands to the top of my bush and started playing with my pubic hair, all the while keeping my eyes firmly fixed to hers. I wanted to make sure that she continued to look at my red mound because it gave me such a buzz. She flicked her eyes from my pussy to my eyes for a split second before returning them, all the time continuing to gently squeeze and caress her own titties.
After a while I asked if she liked what she could see to which she replied that it was much, much better then she could have imagined and she wanted to see more of it. I said that I also had a nice view but wished that it were a little more ‘uncovered.’ Sharon smiled her sweet smile again and said, also with a quivering voice that I only had to remove the covers and I could then see all that I wanted. I slid off of my seat and kneeled in front of this half naked little angel but before I could remove her panties she leaned forward and put her hands inside my robe and slipped them behind my back. “Something I have to do first” she said as I felt her undo the clasp of my bra. I could feel her nipples touching my tummy as she undid the clip. My 34B breasts, nipples hardened by the proceedings came into full view. She then slipped her hands inside the front of my now loose bra and softly rubbed my nipples with her thumbs before she lifted it away from my body and off of my shoulders displacing my robe at the same time. She then reached for the clasp on the band I wore in my hair to keep it in a ponytail and unclipped it allowing it to fall open.
I put my arms down by my sides and she flicked my hair making some of it cascade across and around my shoulders coming to rest over my breasts. In the same movement she removed both my bra and the robe, throwing them over the table beside us. I couldn’t believe that I was now totally naked in front of this beautiful young thing, my nipples as erect as they had ever been in my life and my pussy throbbing with sheer excitement. I reached out and put my hands up her dress and placed a thumb into each side of her panties but she put her hands onto mine and asked me to leave her panties for a minute. She stood up and turned her back to me. I realised what she wanted me to do as soon as I saw the zipper going down the back of her dress from the waist and so I unfastened the clip and proceeded to slip the zipper down. She stepped out of her dress and as she leaned forward she let out a light sigh as I lightly kissed the cheek of her ass through the thin covering of cotton. I sat back into my chair expecting her to follow me but instead she returned to her seat and sat down, placing her hands over her covered pussy as she did so, preventing me from seeing how much the damp patch on her panties had grown. I asked her if she was alright and she swallowed deeply before she told me that she had never done anything like this before and didn’t know what to do although she knew that she wanted to carry on because she felt so wonderful.
She told me that she had never in her life felt so horny. I told her that it really was the first time that I had ever felt this way about another woman and although it had all happened so suddenly I too wanted to carry on. I told her that even though I was twenty years older than her I had never felt such a strong desire for someone, man or woman. All I knew at that point was that I desperately wanted to carry on and share my passion with the beautiful girl who was facing me. She told me that nobody had ever seen her pussy and she didn’t know if she could bring herself to remove her panties even though she knew that she wanted to. I asked her if she wanted me to see her pussy and she straight away replied that she did, more than anything. She wanted me to see her fully naked, to explore her entire nude body with my eyes, to look her all over, to breathe on her, to hold her, to look at her pussy like she had looked at mine. She said that she wanted me to be the first to see it and that she wanted us to be able to see the other totally naked and aroused and to explore each other at the same time.
She paused for a moment before very quietly asking if she could come and look closer at my pussy. I told her that I wanted her too, and to take as much time as she needed, and not to feel pressured into doing anything that she didn’t want to and that anything she did I wanted her to do because she wanted to. She slid off of her chair and slipped onto the floor between my knees. I could feel her breath on my inner thighs. She told me that she had never seen a naked pussy before and remarked that she didn’t realise just how beautiful they were and that she didn’t realise just how thick a pussy bush could grow. I told her that she could get even closer if she wanted and she responded by moving her face a few inches nearer to my mound. As she rested her left cheek onto my right thigh she remarked that she could smell my pussy and the scent was better than any perfume. I placed the palm of my right hand onto the side of her head, just below her ear and gently stroked her short blonde hair. After a few seconds she put her hand onto mine and lifted it away from her head.
I thought that she was going to take my hand away completely but instead she lifted her other arm and placed my hand onto her right breast. My fingertips immediately came into contact with her hard nipple, which I caressed and as a result I felt it grow larger. She started to brush my left thigh with her fingertips. I could hear her sniffing the aroma from my hot, still wide pussy. She took her left hand and took some of the pubic hair from the top of my bush between two fingers to feel it and kissed each of my thighs in turn, just a few inches below my pussy. She then moved her face away and started to stand up but stopped when she was on her knees. She was kneeling with her back to me and then she shuffled backwards towards me, looked over her shoulder and asked me to put my hands onto her hips. This I did and she then took hold of my thumbs and slipped them into the sides of her panties and asked me to keep them there. Then she placed her hands down the front of her panties and after a few seconds she started to stand up, asking me to help her by sliding my hands downwards. As she stood up I pulled her panties to the floor my face coming to rest beside her gorgeous little ass and she stepped out of them and turned around and sat back into her chair, her hands now the only thing covering her pussy. I asked her if she was all right and she said that she didn’t know if she would be able to move her hands away.
I slid forward onto the floor in front of her, leaned forward and placed my hands on her hips. I lifted her bottom slightly up and forward and gently kissed her hand before lowering her back into her chair and moving back to my own. I told her that she had all the time she wanted but deep inside I longed for her to move her hands away. I asked her if her pussy felt hot and she replied that it not only felt hot but also very wet. I looked into her eyes, silently pleading with her to let me look at her un-covered pussy. I told her that her whole body excited me and she replied that I hadn’t seen the best part yet. I paused, leaned over towards her and placed my hands onto her knees and gently caressed them before saying, “But I will my darling….I will soon. I don’t mind how long I have to wait, I know that you will let me be the first to see your most private possession and I know that when I do, it will be as sweet and as perfect as the rest of your body.” She removed her eyes from mine and slowly moved them down towards my pussy. I now had my legs almost closed and knew just what she wanted. I slid back into my chair and as I did so I spread my legs and slipped my bottom a little forward and Sharon smiled and then licked her top lip. I sucked a finger and placed it onto the opening of my hole before slowly sliding it up my pussy, separating my pussy lips to expose a very wet crack, the light breeze from the fan making the experience even better.
Sharon said that she wanted to remove her hands but was frightened. I asked if she wanted me to help but she said that it was something that she wanted to do on her own. She slipped off of her chair and kneeled between my open legs as before and looked at my wet pussy again, her hands still covering hers. I placed my hands gently onto the back of her soft neck, and moved her head so that she was looking me square in the eyes. I told her that she was free to do whatever she wished. She removed one of her hands, kissed it and then placed it onto a very wet part of my pussy, giving me an unexpected thrill. She kept her hand perfectly still and then removed it and placed it onto her own pussy before getting up and sitting back onto her chair. She again said that she wanted me to see her and wished that she found it as easy as I did. I told her that I could see why she found it so hard to do. She then asked me to close my legs, which although slightly puzzled, I did. She then placed her feet onto my knees, and with her legs firmly shut she removed her hands and placed them onto her breasts and gently fondled them, rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. I carefully tried to part my knees but Sharon was holding them closed leading me to the conclusion that she would do things when she was ready to. I followed her lead started fondling my own breasts, copying her every move. She soon realised this and led me on. After a minute or two she very slowly parted my knees and opened her legs to reveal the sweetest pussy, without a single hair to be seen, but clearly soaked with excitement. This made me even more excited and now having seen all of her glorious naked young body I longed to play with it. She took one of her hands and licked her fingers and placed it onto her wide pussy and gave it a gentle rub.
Before I could move Sharon slipped from her chair and stepped toward me. She reached out to my breasts and rubbed them before placing her lips onto mine. I instinctively parted my lips and touched my tongue onto hers, she responded with the most wonderful loving kiss that I have ever experienced. It lasted an eternity and as she played with my breasts I placed my hands onto her bottom and stroked her cheeks. When the kiss finished I lifted her up onto my chair and clamped my lips onto her right breast, encircling her nipple with my tongue. I moved a hand down to her pussy and slipped a finger along her crack. She moaned loudly, took her breast from my mouth and kissed me again. When our lips parted she looked me in the eyes and said that she didn’t know what to do. I asked her if she knew what she would like me to do to her and when she answered with a yes I suggested that she did the same to me. She smiled, slid down my body until her face was level with my pussy, pulled its lips apart with her fingers and started licking and sucking it. I was in heaven. After a few moments she stopped and asked if I meant what I had said earlier, that she could do anything to my body. Wondering what she had planned I answered that I meant that she could do absolutely anything at all. She stood up and took my hand and started to pull me to the door that we had earlier passed through saying that we had to do this properly. As she led me down the passageway and up the stairs I thought that she was taking me to a bedroom, but instead she led me back into the bathroom.
She backed me up to a hand basin and knelt in front of me and again opened my legs. She spread my pussy lips again and kissed it. She stood up and taking a towel from a rack she laid it onto the floor between my feet. I asked her what she was doing and she said that she wanted to take me to Paradise. She opened a wall cupboard and took out a battery powered trimmer, turned it on and then set about trimming all of my thick pubic bush, continually caressing my pussy as she did so. It took quite a few minutes to reduce my thick bush to stubble and when she had finished she put the trimmer away and took out a can of shaving gel from the same cupboard. She squirted a little onto her fingers and then started to massage it into my crotch. I couldn’t believe that I was letting her do this to me but I didn’t want her to stop. She took down a razor from the cupboard, put in a new blade and gently slid it across my pussy area. After a few strokes she wiped the excess gel away and turned me to face the full-length mirror that was on the wall beside the basin. I stared at the reflection for a few seconds looking at my now totally bald pussy and found myself being really turned on by it. I placed my fingers where my bush used to be and it felt incredible. Sharon asked me what I thought of it and I answered that I thought it looked fantastic. I slid my fingers around to the newly naked area and it felt so different.
By now Sharon had cleared the floor of the towel and took my hand and led me out of the bathroom, down a passageway and into a darkened bedroom. She led me to the bed, I climbed on and she followed kneeling between my legs. She laid her body on top of mine and started kissing me again, slipping her tongue into my mouth and caressing mine. She had one hand behind my neck and slid the other down to my right breast and started fondling it. She had placed her knees around my left thigh and her wet pussy was slowly rubbing itself up and down my hip, with her left thigh positioned exactly on my soaked pussy moving in unison with her pussy. I had both of my hands on her back but soon slid them down onto her ass cheeks and gently kneaded them, pressing slightly downward giving a little pressure to our respective pussies. I moved my left hand down a little and slipped it between her thighs and found her pussy where I rubbed two of my fingers into its juices and slowly moved them back towards her asshole. Our kissing was becoming intense now and she had to break away for a second to take a deep breath before resuming as I placed my now lubricated fingers onto the crack of her ass. I moved them up and down the length of her ass crack, pausing on her asshole just long enough to gently caress it. She responded my pressing her pussy harder into my body and her thigh harder into my pulsating pussy. She broke away from the kiss and replaced the hand that was stroking my breast with her lips and started to suck hard on my nipple as I started to kiss and lick her neck and ear. We were both so high with pleasure and I didn’t want it to stop. She stopped sucking my nipple and lifted her face up to mine making me open my mouth ready to start kissing her again but she instead put her hand onto my neck. She asked me if I really liked her body and I answered yes.
“What about my cunt?” she asked, “Do you like my cunt?”
I replied, “I think your cunt is wonderful, it is a wonderful cunt, a glorious cunt, the sweetest cunt on the sweetest girl.” She kissed my lips and said, “I don’t think that it is as nice as your cunt, your nice new bald cunt.” This rough language was really turning me on even more. It was the first time I had ever spoken like that. “My cunt could never match your lovely little honey pot.” I said
“Cathy, I want you to kiss my cunt.” I heard Sharon say, and after a slight pause she continued, “I really want you to kiss my cunt. Please kiss my cunt Cathy. I want to feel your tongue all over my cunt, all over and inside my cunt. Please kiss my cunt Cathy”
“And I long to kiss your cunt Sharon, and I want kiss it with the light on so that I can see it when I’m kissing it.”
Sharon climbed off of me and walked towards the doorway and switched the light on. She turned around and walked back to the bed where I was still laying on my back. Her little body, like mine was now shiny with sweat. She laid on the bottom of the bed and spread my legs wide before moving up. She placed a hand on my pussy and with her fingers parted its lips. Her tongue following the path of my pussy crack immediately followed this. She lifted herself up onto her knees and said, “That is for later. I want to make your cunt happy later”
She then rolled onto her back and slid up the bed, coming to rest beside me.
“My cunt Cathy, please kiss my cunt now.” She pleaded.
I sat up, turned and moved to Sharon’s waistline, took a pair of pillows from the head of the bed and after carefully lifting her ass I placed them under the small of her back. I bent down and kissed her just above her closed legs while lifting and bending her knees so that her heels touched her ass cheeks and then moved down the bed and placed myself at her feet. I put a hand onto each knee and gently pressed them down to reveal her gorgeous soaking wet cunt. I slipped a thumb into the moisture and covered it with her juice and then placed it into my mouth and sucked it dry.
Sharon asked me what it tasted like and so I repeated my action but put my thumb to her mouth instead. She kept her mouth closed so I rubbed my thumb along her lips and when she slightly relaxed them I pushed it into her mouth and she ran her tongue around it and then sucked it. I then parted her feet and lay down between them, and then lifted each in turn over my shoulders and looped my arms around her thighs. Pointing my thumbs downwards I placed them either side of her pussy and carefully parted her lips. I kissed her pussy before opening my lips and spreading my mouth over the entire wet area and started lapping at her with my tongue. I could feel my own pussy groaning, wanting the same attention that I was giving Sharon’s. She said, “My cunt feels wonderful Cathy, suck it as hard as you can.” She let out a deep moan, “Cathy, I love you.” she said breathing deeply, “I love you Cathy, and I love the way you kiss and suck my cunt. Let me hold my cunt open, slide your hands up me and play with my tits.”
I followed her instructions and she rode my mouth, pressing her pussy hard onto my lapping tongue. I stopped lapping, rolled my tongue and thrust it deep into her pussy. She let out a loud moan and moved her hands to the back of my neck and pressed my mouth harder onto her pussy. Her cunt felt and tasted wonderful and I increased the pressure and the rhythm and she responded. I took my right hand from her breast, removed my mouth from her pussy and licked my thumb. I pushed it into her pussy and slid it up and down. Sharon was breathing fast now and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed. I increased the stroke rate of my thumb and then placed my index finger onto her asshole and started to caress it. This made Sharon breathe even faster and deeper, and then, as I pulled my thumb almost out of her pussy I put the tip of my forefinger just inside the ring of her asshole. As I plunged my thumb deep into her cunt I pressed my forefinger home into her asshole and Sharon exploded, gripping her thighs together and lifting her knees to her waist and let rip a scream of pleasure. I pressed her knees apart again and dived onto her pussy with my open mouth, licking and sucking for all I was worth, whilst rubbing her clitoris with my fingers. Sharon was swaying and bucking, trying to lift her ass from the bed, but I had placed a hand on her tummy and this together with my mouth pressing onto her pussy prevented it. She was moaning loudly and deeply unable or unwilling to control her orgasm. I wanted it to last as long as possible so I continued sucking, licking and playing with her pussy.
Eventually Sharon put her hands on the sides of my face and lifted it away from her pussy and gently pulled on it, enough to let me know that she wanted me to come back up the bed to her. I slid back beside her and she immediately pulled my face to hers and started kissing me again, long and hard. I was still fondling her pussy but with slower motions. Her breathing was slowly returning to something resembling normality. After a short while Sharon separated her lips from mine and started to kiss my neck. I could feel her gently nibbling my skin and sucking and I knew that she was giving me a love bite, something that I haven’t had done to me since my early High School days. I knew that I should have stopped her but I didn’t want too and I let her carry on. She moved her lips back to mine and again gave me a deep meaningful kiss and I responded just as I had every time before.
Sharon started caressing my lips with shorter kisses and between them she whispered, “I meant what I said you know.”
I had to wait until I had a chance to reply between her kisses and finally I asked, “When you said what?”
“That I love you.” She said, “I do mean it, I do love you.”
She started running her fingers around my nipples as she continued with her short kisses, now shared between my lips, checks and neck.
I asked her if she was sure that it was love and not just a result of the wine and the passions and she replied, “No, no, it’s love. I started falling in love with you just after our first meeting, but I never dreamed that anything like this evening would ever come of it.”
“And now,” she continued, “I have to do my very best to make you love me.”
Before I could say anything in reply she placed her lips back onto mine and slipped her tongue back into my mouth. She slipped her hand down from my breast to my pussy and started to caress it. Almost immediately she found my clitoris and stroked it carefully making me judder. She took her lips away from mine and let out a little giggle, “You liked that didn’t you?” she asked before repeating her actions. I responded by putting my hands on the back of her head and pulling her lips to mine and kissed her passionately.
Sharon pulled away from me and turned her body to face down the bed, still fondling my pussy as she moved. Still beside me she manoeuvred herself to my waistline and lifted my knees and then pushed them wide apart. She then placed both of her hands onto my pussy and caressed it.
“I’m glad you wanted to turn the light on,” she said, “I can see your glorious naked cunt.”
“Why do you think my cunt is glorious?” I asked her.
“Because it’s your cunt Cathy.” She answered, slightly speeding up the motions that she was making on my ever increasingly excited pussy.
“It’s your cunt Sharon,” I told her, “It’s your cunt to do with whatever you want.”
“I’m so glad you said that,” she said, “Because I want to make your cunt so aroused that it begs to be relieved.”
“Sharon,” I said, “It’s like that now!”
“Oh no it’s not,” she said, “I haven’t even started yet.”
With that she moved her hands to the sides of my pussy and pulled open its lips with them. She moved her head further downward until she could reach to kiss the now soaked flesh. She rolled her tongue all over the area, licking and sucking. She then moved it up onto my clitoris and swathed it in a circular motion, just briefly stopping to suck it and flick it with her tongue before heading back to the opened flesh that she sucked and licked like a fresh peach. After a few seconds she would repeat the whole cycle. I knew that like me, this was her first time with another woman, but when it came to pussy sucking, she was an expert. I was breathing heavily and moaning uncontrollably like I had never done before and I didn’t think that it could get better, but of course I was wrong. Sharon straightened her body and lifted herself on top of me and then spread her legs. Being shorter than me, her knees were beside my face. She lifted her head for a moment and asked me to lift her right leg over my right arm so that her knee was again at rest on the bed before returning her mouth to continue its work on my pussy. I couldn’t resist stroking her ass cheeks and it wasn’t long before she started responding. I was nearing bursting point, knowing that I just had to climax soon when Sharon lifted her head again. I could see a mixture of her saliva and my pussy juices soaking her jaw when she asked me to do the most incredible thing.
“Push your tit into my cunt Cathy.” She shouted.
I did as requested and Sharon started pressing her pussy onto it. Sharon took her face away from my pussy and straightened the fingers on her right hand and slid them, all of them, into my pussy. She moved her hand in harmony to her pussy pounding onto my breast. She slipped her fingers in deeper with every thrust and I was moving to meet them. She pushed her hand in until her thumb stopped it from going any deeper and then used that to caress my clitoris, and pressed her pussy hard onto my breast, relieved the pressure for a second and then thrust down with both her hand and her pussy sending me into a frenzy and giving herself her second orgasm.
She lay exhausted on top of me for a few minutes before turning around and slipping up the bed and lying beside me. I slipped my hand around her and pulled her to me. She put her arm around me and gave me a kiss on the lips before laying her head onto my shoulder and her leg across mine.
“That was wonderful, your cunt is fantastic.” She said
“Do you really love me?” I asked.
“Yes, I do.” She answered.
“And, believe it or not,” I said, “I think that I have fallen in love with you.”
“What are we going to do about it?” she asked.
“I really don’t know,” I replied “but we will have to do something.”
I looked at the clock on the table beside the bed and realised that we had been making love for almost three hours.
I closed my eyes and when I reopened them another half an hour had passed. I looked at Sharon’s face and saw that she was still awake.
“Me seeing your titties was what started events this evening.” I told her. “I had such plans as to what I wanted to do to your titties, and I didn’t do any of them.”
“Does that mean you would like to play with my titties again sometime, if you got the chance?” Sharon asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “I would have to play with them first next time. Then your pussy.”
“And you would like me to play with your cunt again?” She asked
“Of course, I have never had anyone do such wonderful things to my cunt before” I replied.
“Good.” She said, as she lifted her head a little, stretched out her arm to reach down for my aching pussy. As I spread my legs she started to caress me all over again, leaned her face to mine, kissed me deeply and said, “No time like the present.”