Loading...Denise’s car followed mine home after work. She was behind me as I fumbled my keys in the lock of my apartment but didn’t say anything until we were inside. She sat her purse down on the bar that separated my kitchen from my dining room and announced, “I like your apartment, Betty.” She hesitated a moment and spoke again, “I know I was pretty aggressive at work today, and I am really excited to be here, and this is something I have looked forward to in my mind…”
I stepped closer to her looking at her pointed, fox-like features and wanting to kiss her, “Do I hear a ‘but’ coming, Denise?”
“Yeah,” she said with a little chuckle and a big grin, “My heart is just pounding away right now. I guess I’m just a little nervous. Could we maybe have a drink and talk a few minutes?”
“Sure, sweetie,” I stepped past her into the kitchen and called over my shoulder, “How about a nice, stiff, Tom Collins? We can sit on the couch in the living room. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, and I’ll be along with the drinks in a minute.”
“Oh, I’ll wait here for you, Betty,” she said airily, “I love watching your body move, and I love looking at your legs.”
I laughed as I brought vodka and Tom Collins mix out of the fridge and set them down on the cabinet. As I reached for two glasses, I quipped, “Gracious, sakes, Denise! Keep up the compliments and I might just become a nude bartender for you!”
I heard Denise giggle, “Don’t do that, please. I don’t think that seeing you naked would be at all relaxing. Just looking at your legs makes my mouth dry.”
In the living room, I handed over her drink as we sat down together on the couch a couple of feet apart. I studied Denise as we sat down, her neck-length shiny black hair, her extremely white flawless skin, her sharp featured and very pretty, almost pixyish face, and her smallish but very up-thrust, firm breasts. Her top lip was a little thinner than her pouty lower lip, and both were stained bright red. She was twenty-one or two and she was dressed in a striped long sleeve blouse, and a fairly short gray skirt – her work clothes from today, and of course I was still wearing my brown dress with a longer hemline than hers. We had both enjoyed pretty vigorous fingering-sex earlier that day in the basement at work.
As I sipped the sharp cold beverage, I admired Denise’s crossed legs and the way her calves flared on her outer leg. “You know, I certainly enjoy admiring your legs too, Denise.”
She smiled her lovely red painted lips for me, “My calves are a little large for the rest of my body,” she shook her short shiny-black hair in some sort of gesture, “My husband says it’s a sign in women of being over-sexed, but frankly I just think it’s a coincidence that I’m over-sexed and have big calves. What about you, Betty, those are some wickedly sexy curves you have on your calves?”
I grinned and kicked off my heels. I pointed my toes as I stretched my legs for her, “I never really considered myself over-sexed until pretty recently, so I’m inclined to agree that it must be a coincidence. In fact, until recently, I don’t think I was ever into sex as much as I should be. Now, I can hardly stop thinking about it. Especially if the woman is younger and pretty with sexy legs.”
Her eyes locked on my legs while I stretched them, Denise took a large gulp of her drink and asked, “Would you mind telling me what turned you into the tigress that had sex with me in the basement this morning?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer at first, but then I chose the easy way out and told the truth, “First this woman made a pass at me at a party – that was a couple of years ago, but it was my first sexual contact with a woman. It was nice, but I felt ashamed and guilty and tried to forget it. Then more recently a friend of mine masturbated in front of me, and that was pretty hot. No, it was really hot! Then I invited the woman over that had made the pass at me years ago, and that was my first time eating pussy. But I still didn’t really know how I felt about sex with women until a few weeks ago when I strangely just suddenly got the hots for this college girl that was doing some work for me.”
“Ooo,” cooed Denise as she sat up straight and put her finished drink on the coffee table, “This is all sounds really good. Especially the college girl, did you have sex with her?”
“Every day and every night for the whole two weeks until her fall term started. That was just four days ago, and since then I’ve been a horny wreck, until this morning, that is…”
Denise moved herself down the couch until she was next to me and put one of her arms over my shoulder. Then leaning close so that her red lips were inches from mine she said, “Now I’m getting really hot. Please describe her to me and tell me in incredible detail about your having sex together.”
“All for a kiss,” I breathed into her mouth as her lips touched mine. She kissed me lightly tracing my lips briefly with her tongue while her fingertips lightly stroked my breasts. Denise pulled her head back to peer into my eyes with her own dark brown eyes – a darker shade of brown than my eyes. Then she kissed me slowly and deeply, her warm pointed tongue licking under my tongue. She moved her mouth to my ear and breathed for me to start talking. So I described Lisa for her in detail including her lovely breasts, muscular legs and trimmed brown pubic hair. I told her about our sex, including even the details about ass licking and licking pussies clean after peeing. And I told her how often we would have sex and how we had sex in every room of my apartment.
“I think I would like to meet this Lisa sometime,” said Denise as she was eyeing my legs again. She scooted away from me half a foot and retrieved her glass, remembered it was empty and gave me a mock pitiful look. “Can I have another drink?”
I laughed and said, “Right away, are you going to follow me to watch my ass?”
“Damn right!” She said jumping up.
While I was mixing us fresh drinks, the phone rang and it was Laura, “Hey Betty, I’ve been thinking things over and fucking this boyfriend of mine for weeks now, and it isn’t really scratching my itch. Is it all right if I come over? I promise I won’t stay longer than necessary. Please say yes! I am sooo horny!” And that was Laura – straight to the point.
“Hang on just a sec,” I put my hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and turned to Denise, “My friend wants to come over and masturbate in front of me again. She says she won’t stay longer than necessary. What do you think?”
Denise’s eyes gleamed, “Is she pretty?”
“No,” I shrugged, “More like drop-dead gorgeous, especially her body.” Nancy eagerly nodded, so I put the phone back to my mouth, “Laura, you would be welcome, but would it make a difference to know I have company over – a girlfriend from work? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind your visit.”
“Uh,” Laura hesitated a second, “Is she pretty? And are you sure it won’t cause you a problem at work?”
“Yes she is very pretty, and no, there won’t be any problems.” I assured her and she replied she was coming right over. I finished with the drinks and led Denise back to the living room.
“Okay, spill it,” Denise giggled, “tell me about the woman who masturbated in front of you.”
“We have time,” I said, “It will take her twenty minutes to get here. First, tell me exactly what is it you’re nervous about. Eating pussy?”
“Yes, that, and also you going down on me.” Denise sipped her drink. “My qualms about going down on another woman are simple – I have this erotic picture of it in my mind, and I want very much to like doing it – otherwise it’s going to nip my bi-expansion in the bud. And my concern about a woman going down on me is about the same, like what if I like it better than my husband. That is kind of a serious concern because quite frankly, the orgasm you gave me this morning was the best I’ve had, or least in the top two or three.”
“Do you enjoy sex with your husband?” I asked reasonably.
“Oh yes, very much. Like I said, he has only recently begun pestering at me about this threesome thing – just a couple of months. We have sex pretty often, and I love getting a good fucking.”
“Then I don’t think you have too much to worry about if he isn’t going to mind you spending a little time with girlfriends. Even if it turns out that you like girls more, I don’t think you’ll have problems staying married, especially if he gets his occasional threesome. I’m starting to be pretty sure I do prefer women, but I’m not sure I’m ready to give up men altogether.” I smiled then went ahead and told her in detail about Laura’s last visit.
“Wow!” Denise said when I had finished, “Now I’m really looking forward to watching Laura!”
“So how is it, if you had no previous interest in girls, that your husband has convinced you to give it a try?”
She gave me a wicked grin, “We watch porn like I said, only, he makes sure to make me come during the girl-girl scenes. After you’ve had enough orgasms watching two chicks kissing, going down on each other, or sixty-nining, you kind of start putting yourself in the picture. Then he’s asking me whom I might know at work that I would find attractive and stuff, and that’s how I started thinking about you that way. Although God knows, I would never have had the courage to approach you until you brushed up against my ass in the copy room. I felt sure that was deliberate, so naturally I set up that little test in the library.”
“Of course, I can’t help feel pretty flattered that you chose me. As for your test, looking up your dress and knowing you were showing me your panties on purpose made me so hot! Your legs reminded me of Jodie Foster’s calves, and your face is even a little like hers. I happen to be a Jodie Foster fan, so I had to fight to keep from jumping you on the spot!” I said.
“Oh if you only knew how wickedly I’ve thought about you,” she giggled, “And thanks for the comparison to Jodie – I’m a fan of hers, too.” Denise glanced at my breasts, “See sometimes it wasn’t watching porn. My hubby would go down on me and tell me to close my eyes and imagine an encounter with my work friend. So I would think about you in all these different situations and he would eat me until I came with you doing it to me in my mind, or sometimes I would be doing it to you, or the sixty-nine thing, of course. It’s made me so hot for you that when you kissed me in the basement, I thought I was going to pass out from sex-fever.”
“I was very interested to find out that you had such a smooth pussy,” I commented, remembering with pleasure the feel of her pussy.
Denise smiled and sighed, “Funny story about that. My husband talked me into it in the first year of our marriage. He said it would heighten my enjoyment of oral sex, and I do have really sensitive skin. So I went for it all, got my armpits, legs and groin lasered. Took about 4 visits every couple of months to get it all.”
She lowered her voice a little, “Anyway, Celly – that’s my laser tech. She told me right off that it didn’t hurt much but some people experienced some light stinging, so the best way to think of it was as an enjoyable pain. Somehow my mind went for that straight away. It’s really kind of tingly and warm with an occasional little sting like you might get from some one lightly popping you with a rubber band. And right away, it started making me hot, uh, sexually. Now when your completely naked as I was and especially in later treatments when I was already pretty hairless, it gets pretty obvious with my sighing and my pussy literally dripping its enjoyment.”
Denise blushed, “So finally, I had to apologize to Celly for my grossness. I mean there she was lasering the few hairs around my asshole area and in my perineum – you know the space between the pussy and the asshole?” I nodded, being quite fond of that area myself and instantly memorizing the term. Denise went on, “I was so wet that she was having to towel me almost constantly to do her work. After I apologized I offered that maybe if I just touched myself a little, I could get it done with quick.”
Denise shrugged, “Well she was embarrassed, and so was I, but I only had to touch myself few seconds, and then I came big time. Then she toweled me again and finished the treatment.” Denise blushed again and added, “I started to apologize again, and she just said it was okay, that I was her favorite subject, that she kind of liked having me enjoy the treatment. She said that it beat the hell out of the people that complained and griped all the time.”
I giggled, “Maybe Celly was tempted to touch!”
Denise raised her eyebrows, “I’ve wondered about that. She smiled at me a lot, gave me a lot of compliments on my body, and she would help to undress me. Maybe I should ask her out for drinks sometime.”
“Oh, you definitely should,” I agreed. “Especially if you found her attractive. What did she look like?”
“Uh, about my size, much bigger breasts than mine,” Denise smiled shyly, “She has nice shapely legs, a butt to die for, long blond hair and she has the most wonderful, light touch that sometimes, for some reason I wanted to ask her to spank me.” Denise giggled.
At that point, a knock came at the door. I opened it and Laura hurried in, taking in the seating arrangements by the glasses on the table and sitting in the armchair opposite, where I had sat the last time she was over. I offered her a drink, which she accepted. I came back from the kitchen with her drink and she and Denise were chatting merrily about this and that – just small talk.
Laura took a sip of her drink and said, “Hey, that’s good! Tom Collins, right? Haven’t had one of those in years.” She looked at Denise and looked her over thoroughly, “My goodness, Betty, you sure have a lovely young friend. Denise, you are very sexy.” Laura turned her steady gaze to me, ” Have you told her what to expect from me?”
I could see that Denise was also giving Laura the same looking over, noting Laura’s light brown hair with blond streaks and highlights, her lovely blue eyes and tall figure – mostly hidden by an ankle length orange print dress. As usual, Laura was wearing flats. I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that Laura was a little taller than me and that she has a statuesque body. “Of course, I’ve told her,” I said, “I’m sorry to deny you the shock factor but I’m just not into shocking my guests.” I smiled, “Although the shock was pleasant enough, Laura, at least once I got over it.”
“You seemed to have a pretty good time during the shock, if I may say so,” Laura smiled back, “At least you didn’t take your eyes off me – not once.” Laura set her drink on the table and put her right hand casually in her lap and began rubbing her lower tummy, sinking her hand slowly toward her groin area without raising her dress. “So, what were you two up to before I came in?”
“Chatting about sex and drinking mostly,” I offered.
Laura cupped her pussy and squeezed then looked at Denise, “What about sex?”
Denise smiled and put her arm around my shoulder, “We had wonderful sex at work, and we were just getting ready to get it on again. We just fingered each other at work, but now we are going to go down on each other, and really have some fun.”
I nearly laughed at the surprised look on Laura’s face, and I couldn’t help but grin. Laura turned her eyes back to me and said, “Well I guess you’ve overcome some inhibitions since the last time I was over, Betty.”
“What did you expect?” I said, still grinning. I added a cocked eyebrow to my grin, “When you went down on me, that was the most powerful sex I had ever had. That kind of thing tends to affect a person. And that’s not to mention the effect of seeing so much of your pretty pussy. And then you ran off without giving me even one pussy flavored kiss! All that has to start a girl thinking things over…”
Denise was watching Laura’s hand stroking her pussy through her dress, “I would love it if you took off your dress, Laura. That is, if you don’t mind sharing a view of your lovely body?” Denise licked her red lips as Laura wordlessly stood, kicked off her flats, and raised her dress over her head. Denise’s eyes widened, and I know mine did too, but Denise said it aloud, “Oh my God, Laura! You have such a gorgeous body!”
Laura was tall. Her breasts were a tad smaller than mine but they were perfect cones with medium pink aureoles and thick pink nipples. Her waist was slender and she had a lovely, flat belly. Her hips widened to support two long shapely and well curved legs, her thighs and calves were thick with visibly moving muscles, and in the center a delta of dark brown pubic hair that looked very soft and fine. Laura’s skin had a natural olive tone, almost like a tan that went everywhere. Obviously some Mediterranean blood that mixed strangely with her blond streaked light brown hair and blue eyes. She didn’t have any bikini lines, in fact, I doubted if Laura had ever been to the beach, and she had told me she didn’t own a bathing suit.
Wordlessly, Laura moved our drinks to the side and sat down on the coffee table not two feet away from us. My coffee table is solid, varnished white oak and easily withstood the load. Denise and I glanced at each other and then watched Laura as she spread her bush open with one hand and began exploring it with the other. Inside her pink slit, Laura was already wet, a juicy wetness, which quickly coated her fingers as we watched her probe her vagina, and rub her clit with the slick juices. Laura’s look was hooded as she gazed at Denise and said, “Betty told me she thought my pussy was pretty. What do you think, Denise?”
“Oh,” breathed Denise, “I very much agree!” Her hand slipped over and squeezed my hand with her eyes never leaving Laura’s lap.
“Now ladies, you could help me finish more quickly,” Laura began giving each of us hooded looks in turn, her hands busy in her lap, “If you will both just take off your panties and raise your dresses. You know I’d love to see your pussies, too!”
This time, I didn’t mind at all, and Denise didn’t appear to be bothered either. So both of us hooked our thumbs in our panties and pulled them down. Denise was careful pulling down my red satin panties that we had traded earlier in the day. She even managed to slip them over her heels without removing the shoes, so I did the same with her cotton panties with the flowers on it. Wearing high heels does make a woman’s calves look sexier. Then, at the same time, Denise and I pulled our skirts up to our waists while spreading our legs lewdly for Laura. I also took the opportunity to peek at Denise’s smooth pouty lower lips. They were lovely. Laura obviously agreed, since she said, “Oh my!” when she saw Denise’s bare lower lips.
I could tell by the parted lips and the huskiness in her voice that Laura was close to coming as she gazed into Denise’s long-lashed dark eyes, “Can I kiss you there?” pleaded Laura.
Denise took a deep breath, “Only if we’re talking French-kissing, and only if Betty doesn’t mind.” Denise spared me a quick, desperate glance, her own lips parted so she could breath through her mouth. I could see she was very excited at the prospect of Laura’s going down on her, so who was I to object?
“Okay,” I gulped, “But I might need some attention, too, after you finish with her, Laura. And only one climax for each of us, you naughty woman, we still want to have sex together later!”
Laura gave me the most knowing and sexual grin ever, and that’s saying a lot for her, “I only quit last time because my tongue got so tired. I needed a little rest.”
I sighed, thinking of it a little wistfully, “I couldn’t even stand up for half an hour after last time.” Laura snickered and knelt on the floor in front of Denise. Still using both her hands on herself, Laura leaned forward slowly and with incredibly deliberate sensuousness, molded her lips around Denise’s bare slit and kissed the pussy like the mouth of a lover – over and over and over again. Denise began breathing heavier almost instantly and eased her hips a bit more forward, her snowy thighs spread wide, her thick calves hugging at Laura’s back.
Laura would finish a kiss and then kiss from a slightly different angle. Denise’s slit didn’t seem very long so in about a dozen long slow kisses, she had already explored everything between Denise’s labia several times over, and by then both of their faces had turned pink and there was some serious moaning going on. Both women’s faces were beautiful when they climaxed and I found myself looking back and forth between them, loving the view of their ecstasy twisted faces, their groans and Laura’s deep grunts.
With a deep sigh of satisfaction, Laura leaned back and regarded me with her clear blue gaze, “Would you like the same, Betty? Or should I just give you that kiss you asked for and go? I’m pretty sure, Denise would love going down on you after she catches her breath.” She lowered her head again to kiss Denise on the inside of her thigh, “Thanks so much, Denise. That was an incredibly delicious and textural experience for me.”
I looked at Denise. Her head was laid back with her eyes closed and she was still breathing through her mouth, but she murmured, “Betty, it won’t take me much longer, so wait for me please.” Her eyes barely opened but I could see her looking down at Laura as she spoke barely above a whisper, “As for you, Laura, I really, really want to see you again.”
“Betty has my number and address,” said Laura with a smile as she rose to her feet, standing before us like a sex goddess. Then she turned and walked over to her dress, picked it up, slipped it over her head and slipped her feet into her shoes. She gave me a sly, sideways look and said, “Walk me to the door?”
I stood and crossed the room, trying to keep my thighs from clinching – I was so sexually aroused by then. At the door, Laura took me in her arms like a man would. I turned up my face and she kissed me, a long slow, soft kiss, a kiss very definitely flavored by Denise’s pussy. The way Laura was holding me, and the loving intensity of the kiss stirred me romantically as well as sexually. Finally she pulled her mouth away and she whispered, “Maybe sometime you could ask me over to spend the night?”
“Come over about seven on Saturday evening,” I whispered back right away. With a nod and a wink, Laura released me and was gone. I returned to the couch feeling as if I would be lighter than air, if it wasn’t for the raging need for release in my loins. Of course, as I had stood my skirt had fallen back in place. Denise’s pale thighs were still lewdly spread with her head back and her eyes closed. I found the sight of her smooth pussy lips unusually sexy and nasty at the same time. Gazing into the wet pale pink slightly spread center made the light friction between my legs from walking across the room almost start an orgasm. I was so close and I needed it so badly.
For a moment, I nearly mounted the couch straddling her and started fucking her face. But then her eyes opened and she spoke, “Well the worse has come true about receiving head from a woman. I can’t imagine coming that hard from seeing my husband’s face between my legs.” She sighed and closed her legs, smoothing her skirt down modestly and covering herself, “It was the beautiful, naked woman kneeling between my legs that did it of course, just looking down at her face and feeling her exquisite mouth inside me…” Denise sighed, looking both wistful and sad at the same time.
“I’m sure it is a surprise, and I would like to sympathize with you, but…” I bit my lower lip and sat down beside her, “I don’t think I can concentrate on anything right now.” I sighed, “Look, maybe I’ll just touch myself, it won’t take long…”
She put her hand on mine before I could move it, “No,” she breathed leaning close to kiss me softly, “Please, I’m more than ready… I need to do it.”
I raised my left leg and put it behind her back and sank back, resting my head against the couch’s armrest. She raised my skirt and lowered her head as she swiveled her body around to lie on her tummy. I spread my right leg wide to expose myself to her completely. Her eyes shone with intense interest as her fingers spread me and she took a long look at me inside. Then without a word Denise lowered her face and kissed me. A French kiss that turned quickly into an exploration, that soon settled into a rhythmic exploitation of my clit with her tongue while her fingers continued the exploration of my vagina. It took less than a minute and my legs were straining around her, my hips pumping and my toes curling.
I could tell from the squishy noised coming from her mouth and fingers that I was having a very wet orgasm, but I put my hands on her head anyway and held her face tight to my pussy while I rubbed it on her face. The ecstasy of that orgasm went on an on, and several times I cried out softly. When my breathing finely slowed, I opened my eyes and both my legs were wrapped around her and I was still pulling her face in tight. Reluctantly, I released her head and unwrapped my legs. “Thanks so much…” I half moaned and half sighed. I swallowed and was able to speak more clearly when I asked, “And what about your qualm about going down on a woman?”
Denise stared at me, her lips parted and breathing through her mouth, “I think I like it a very great deal.” She licked her lips nervously, “If you had lasted a few moments longer, I think I was going to come with you. That’s how much I liked going down on you.” She looked a little concerned about liking it so much.
“Do you ever sit on your husband’s face and fuck his face?” I asked softly with a little smile.
She returned my smile with a sly smile of her own, “I’d like to do that to you very much, Betty. You have such a sexy face. You look all innocent but like you’re always thinking naughty thoughts behind your innocent features.” She ran her fingers through my dark brown pubic hair, “I need to take my skirt off to fuck your face.”
“I think it would be nastier if you left your skirt on and just made a tent around my head,” I smiled and sat up, then slid off the couch and laid my head back facing upwards on the edge of the couch cushion. Gingerly, Denise straddled my head, resting her hands on the back of the couch, and then she lowered her hips by gradually spreading her knees further and further apart. It was dark inside the tent of her skirt, but I could see well enough to watch her perfectly smooth lower lips come down and settle on my mouth. I expected her woman smell to be stronger after just having that orgasm with Laura. Or maybe Laura licked up so much of her juice that it cleansed her.
In any case, she had little smell but a light, fragrant musk and the feel of her naked lips was really similar to being kissed sideways, by a really juicy, fragrant mouth. I turned my head enough to speak, “Only move very slowly at first,” I begged as I turned my head back and began exploring inside her with my lips and tongue. Her pussy was leaking love juices constantly making her hot and slick inside. After tonguing her vagina as deep as I could, I cupped the cheeks of her bottom with my hands and urged her to move a little faster.
Grunting, panting and working her hips faster back and forth, Denise raised the edge of her skirt with one hand, the other hand still on the back of the couch propping her up. As her snappy dark eyes gazed into mine, her face contorted as if in pain and with a deep groan her hips lurched several more times, while never breaking her gaze into my eyes. Slowly and carefully she eased herself off of me, twisted her body and fell back on the couch, as collapsed as a marionette with no one holding its strings. I let her pant for a couple of minutes, then treated her to her own pussy smell with a soft but long kiss.
“Oh Betty!” she sighed, “I want to go down on you again so badly that I can’t think of anything else, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to rest a few minutes.”
I began unbuttoning her blouse and gave her a smile, “I think we should take our clothes off, take a nice shower together, then go to bed. Then after some more hot sex, we’ll get up, fix a little dinner, and then go back to bed. Does that sound nice?” I unfastened her bra and pulled it away to reveal pretty white cone shaped breasts that were very firm and decorated with lovely sugar pink nipples. Of course, I had to suckle each one as she answered, idly toying with my hair with her fingers.
“That sounds like a wonderful plan, Betty. And I have to confess; I am really looking forward to some of this ass licking you talked about with your girl Lisa. That’s one thing my husband has never done for me.”
“Just roll over on your side, sweetie,” I said. Denise looked puzzled but laid on her side on the couch. “Now raise your knees to your chest, yes like that, kind of a fetal position.”
Denise giggled, “Ooo, this fetal position is supposed to feel safe, but since I know what you’re going to do, my ass feels really vulnerable right, now.”
“I know,” I murmured, “It’s become one of my favorite positions for anal sex. So this is how I’m going to feel later when you do it to me.” I knelt on the floor near her rear end and pushed her skirt up to bare her bottom, which was slightly spread by her position. She giggled again as my face drew close. Her little pink pucker was still wet with pussy juice when I gave her a light lick across the tender pink skin. She gave a sigh of contentment as I continued licking and kissing all over her bottom, then when I returned to her asshole, I began with little licks that led to broad lapping and then little pokes with the tip of my tongue. At this point she was beginning to breath more heavily.
She wriggled her ass a bit as I began probing deeper, and actually moaned, “Oh, yes!” the first time I eased my tongue in deep. She was beginning to moan, wriggle and grunt with my thrusts as I fucked her bottom with my tongue, so I slipped a fore finger into her vagina and a middle finger to diddle her clit. “OH FUCK!” she cried as she began to orgasm. Even though my tongue was quickly tiring, I managed to keep it up until she was whimpering as her orgasm subsided. I gave her many more kisses on the bottom, mostly her cheeks, until she sat up. “Damn, Betty! That was just out of this world! You can bet my husband is going to do that to me before ever fucking me in the ass again, in fact every time he fucks me anywhere, I think I’ll make him do that to me first.”
I grinned, “Now back to that plan about a shower, sex, dinner and then more sex?”
The plan was wonderful and aside from being a little short of sleep, the next day was pretty good too, since Denise and I spent most of our lunch time in the basement taking turns going down on each other. After lunch I started working for Sara, and by applying myself I managed to get nearly all the research done, with only a few folders left to finish at Sara’s place – maybe twenty minutes work, tops. That would give me more time for my nefarious scheme to seduce Sara after supper.
I had dressed as sexy as I dared that day. It was a brown two-piece business suit, pretty severely cut square, but with a hem that was just a little too short on the skirt, about four inches above the knee. Not a mini-skirt but it made me look pretty leggy and with the top button of the jacket unbuttoned the v was just deep enough to show a little of my white bra. It was snug, too – basically it was a dress that was a little small on me, but comfortable enough and very sexy, at least that’s what my friends tell me – and that it brings out the warmer browns in my eyes. Of course I was wearing black, spiked heels. I’ve been known to joke that the dress made me look like some kind of militant hooker.
It was difficult to sit down in the dress without showing my panties, so I wore white cotton for innocence. It was a panty show when I crossed my legs if I was a little careless, and I planned to be a little careless around Sara. Sara walked into the small conference room where I was working right at 5:00 o’clock. Today she was wearing a snug black skirt and a lacy white blouse that buttoned to the neck, and instead of heels she was wearing sneakers. Lot’s of women did that around the firm, keeping their dress shoes in a cabinet or in their desk along with comfy athletic shoes for going out to lunch or home.
I couldn’t help assessing her as she walked up and said, “Are you ready to go, Betty?” Sara was very lovely – a blond with a long ponytail. She was about 27 or 28, the same age as me and maybe an inch or two shorter. She had perky but not very large breasts, a dynamite hourglass figure that wasn’t in the least disguised by her conservative but sexy clothing, and very shapely legs, surprisingly bare today – she usually wore stockings. All that put together with her big blue eyes, full lips and generous dimples made her look quite desirable! She had blonde eyebrows, too, which made me wonder again about the color of her pubic hair.
“Oh yes!” I declared as I stood and gathered my purse and the remaining folders, “And I’m more than ready to leave the office.”
She chuckled and we made small talk about work as we walked out to our cars. I followed her home to nice house, still in town and not the suburbs. She led me in and took me on a tour of what was a really nice house, two stories, and was furnished so tastefully that it seemed likely to have been decorated by a professional. I had a few virtually pornographic moments as she led me up the stairs and I was able to stare at her rippling calf muscles all the way up. We arrived at the top with me breathing a little harder than the climb required. They had three bedrooms and two large baths upstairs.
I settled in to work at one end of her dining table while she went into the kitchen to prepare our supper. Suddenly, I had a change of heart about my panties. I took them off and stuffed them in the backpack that serves as my purse. Only then did I sit back down and start work. I had finished the work before she had come out of the kitchen, so I stacked the papers and folders neatly and wandered into the kitchen where she was preparing a shrimp salad and had a hearty soup steaming on the stove. “All done already?” she asked.
“Yes, I wondered if I might give you a hand?” I wondered if my double entendre was too subtle, or worse, too obvious.
She did get it, because she wrinkled her nose as she smiled, “No thanks, but you can set the table.” So I did and she was serving us as I finished up.
We ate quietly until about halfway through the meal, she asked, “So, Betty, I don’t see a ring on your hand. I take it that you aren’t married?”
“Nope,” I swallowed what was in my mouth and expanded, “I’m divorced and getting horny enough that I’m thinking about meeting new people.” With a grin I added, “Not that I wasn’t horny when I was married, too. Trouble is, he took his horniness elsewhere.”
She looked thoughtful a moment then said, “I recently had the same experience, about the marriage, I mean.”
I reached over and covered her hand, “I am so sorry, Sara, and it was awful of me to speak so thoughtlessly.”
“No, no,” she shook her head and gave me a little smile that had a little pain in it, “You couldn’t have known and you were just telling it like it is. He’s away, and while I don’t know that he’s alone, I’m not sure I care anymore. We are starting a trial separation starting the day he gets back anyway, and I get the house, so I’m probably going to be getting a little more social in the near future.”
I put down my spoon. I’d had enough to eat anyway. “Make sure you do. I sat around the first six months and sulked and it did me no good at all. Now I’m in my seventh month and have every intention of making a total turn around, in fact, I’ve already started. So you can count on me, Sara. If you feel like a movie, a dinner out, an art show or whatever, I’ll make sure you have my phone number before I leave.”
Now her smile was more genuine, “Thanks very much. I’d like that very much,” she beamed, and she seemed genuinely grateful.
“And whether he’s alone tonight or not, you certainly aren’t,” I pointed out, “So, can I help you with the dishes before we have a nice cocktail, or whatever you had in mind when you mentioned drinks?” By the time we finished the dishes, we were chattering like schoolgirls and genuinely enjoying each other’s company. I was personally charmed by Sara’s sense of humor and broad range of interests which including among many other things an interest in drawing and painting. When she discovered my interest in the topic, we discovered she actually owned a copy of my recently released book.
As we walked into the living room and sat on the couch, each of us sporting a large screwdriver, she was saying, “So you’re B. Stonewell! Well, of course you are, I can’t believe I never put it together! I guess I thought you were a man.” She covered her mouth with her hand, “Oops, that sure didn’t come out politically correct! But look here,” she reached over her coffee table to a short stack of books and magazines and pulled out a copy of my new book which had only been released this week. She blushed, “Could I get you to autograph my copy?”
I laughed and looked around for a pen, and she handed me one, “I had hoped someone had bought my book. The publisher is holding off on a book tour to see how the reviews go, I guess.” I autographed it ‘To Sara with love – a drawing of you will surely appear in my next book,’ then I signed it Betty Stonewell.
She looked at what I’d written and her blond eyebrows shot up, “Are you serious?” She flipped through some pages; “I don’t think I’d be in the same league as sexy men and women like these! I still can’t believe it! I was looking at this book just last night, and I have to tell you that some of these pictures… well, they got me a little stirred up.”
“Of course I’m serious,” I answered using a professional excuse to enjoy looking over her body, “You have very much the right type of body, and those legs are just what I’m looking for in my women. Go ahead, flip through a few more pages, look at your own legs, and then flip through a few more.” She did as I asked and started blushing – I assume because most of my women are nude and even those that are not are very near naked. I added gently, “Modesty is one thing, but I think you know what you look like.”
She turned a little redder, sipped from her drink then set down the book and the drink. She folded her hands and turned to look at me, her lips were parted and she just looked at me for a few seconds. “I’m really flattered, Betty, but sometimes I don’t know how seriously to take your flirting with me, and I’m not sure how I’d feel about posing in the nude for someone who might be, um, you know, sexually attracted to me?”
I gave her what I hoped was my cutest smile and kicked off my high heels. I took a long drink from my screwdriver, set down the glass and sat back on the couch semi-facing her with my arm on the back of the couch, my hand resting a few inches from her shoulder. My knees were turned toward her but carefully together because I remembered I wasn’t wearing panties. “Well of course, I see what you mean, but honestly, I’m not sure about the foundation of your concern. I mean, do you think I’d be drawing you and then suddenly jump up and rape you?” I made sure I said this lightly and with a smile, but even so she blushed a little again.
“Well, no,” she admitted, “although I’m not at all sure I shouldn’t be on guard.” She giggled and added, “besides, I’m a little flattered by your flirting as well. In fact, I guess I kind of like the attention from you, Betty, and I’m not repulsed at all, even though I’ve never very seriously considered being with a woman. That way, I mean.” She was still blushing and was now looking down at her hands in her lap, “I’ve been worrying about the divorce a little. I know, I haven’t said the word out loud to you yet, but I know it’s coming, and I worry about being alone, being horny, about losing my resolve. And frankly, the last few days, the way you’ve looked at me, made flirty remarks and touched me – well, you’ve made me feel kind of reassured, if that makes any sense.”
I moved closer to her and moved the hand I had on the back of her couch to her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze, “Sara, I like you, and I’ve always liked you, and I meant it when I said I’d support you through whatever happens.” I very lightly traced a little circle on her cheek with my forefinger. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds as if enjoying my touch, and from what she’d said, I assumed she was. “But tell me honestly, was a least one of the reasons you bought my book because you enjoy looking at naked men and women with sexy bodies?” I began lightly tracing her ear with my fingertip and other than a little shiver; she pretended to ignore it.
She giggled and started blushing again, “I guess I would sound pretty foolish denying that, Betty. I mean, I also enjoy the fantasy themes, in fact I have many books of the genre.” She gave a pretty little shrug, “And since they’re all full of nude and semi-nude men and women, all I can say is, ya got me! But I hope you realize that I’m also saying that while I enjoy your attentions and what you’re doing to me with your finger on my ear, I’m not saying that I want to get into your panties.”
“No, I realize you haven’t said that, and you couldn’t get into my panties anyway.” I grinned at her; “I’m not wearing any right now.”
She couldn’t stop her glance down at my legs and lap, then turned the reddest she’d gotten yet when she realized where she was looking. She looked up guiltily and her mouth opened, then shut, and then Sara’s voice was a little strained when she said, “Oh my! Do you do that often, or is it somehow for my benefit?” Then she covered her mouth with her hand and mumbled behind it, “Betty, I’m not sure what I’m saying.”
“It was silly of me, I guess, but I had planned at some point in the evening to give you an accidental little peek just to see how you’d react.” I moved even closer to her until my knees were touching hers and moved my hand to gently massage the back of her neck, “And as for how serious I am about my flirting, well, I find you very, very attractive, Sara.”
She swallowed and her lips parted, her eyes were closed to enjoy my hand rubbing her neck. After a few moments, her eyes slitted partly open, “Ok, Betty, I have to say this, and I hope it doesn’t confuse you too much. I love your touching me, and I really like the fact that you find me attractive, and to be honest, I’m sure I would very much enjoy that little peek between your legs, after all, I’ve already admitted that I enjoy looking at naked women. But…” she gave me a quick kiss on the forearm, “But, I don’t think I want to have sex with another woman.”
“I’m sure you don’t want to have sex with me, Sara,” And now I moved as close to her as I could, “I felt the same way as you do just a few short weeks ago. Then, I could even admit that I got a little sexually aroused looking at attractive naked women, but I would get this little feeling in my tummy like I’d be grossed out at actually having sex with another woman.”
Her blue eyes opened wide as she stared at me, relief visible on her face, “I can’t believe you understand me, but you do, and more clearly than I could have said it!” Then her mouth made a little ‘o’ as she added, “But something changed you, didn’t it? Because I’m starting to get the feeling that you really do want to have sex with me. Tell me what changed you, Betty?”
“Maybe I will tell you,” I whispered then I leaned in slowly, very slowly and kissed her softly on the lips. Her lips molded to mine but she didn’t move anything else, just let me kiss her for a few moments. I pulled back and asked, “Didn’t you like that?”
She ran her tongue nervously over her lips, “Yes, I liked that, and I’ll even let you French kiss me if you like, but that doesn’t mean…” She sighed, “I don’t know, Betty, you’re making me pretty excited, but I don’t feel any differently, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. Won’t you tell me? I – I think I’d even like it if you could change my mind.”
I sighed, “I know so much how you feel, Sara. It was the same for me until a few weeks ago; a woman friend of mine asked if she could masturbate in front of me. I told her I didn’t think I’d be that comfortable with that, but she just started doing it anyway. She couldn’t help but see that I was interested because I couldn’t stop looking, and believe me; I tried. And then she took off her dress and finished herself off, naked and right in front of me. Then she wanted to go down on me, and I was unable to make myself stop her, and then I had a super fantastic orgasm. I’ve felt differently about women ever since.”
“Oh,” Sara’s lips were parted and she was breathing through her mouth, “Oh dear, Betty, that is a very sexy story.” She swallowed, “I think I’m becoming very aroused just thinking about you and your friend. Do you think…” she bit her lip and looked at me pleadingly, “See, I admit to a voyeuristic um, tendency. Could you? You know?”
“You naughty, naughty girl,” I let my lips brush hers and tasted her breath panting slightly into my mouth, “You’re asking me to pull up my dress and jill-off in front of you, aren’t you?” I spoke softly into her mouth, my lips just barely brushing hers, “Well I’ll make a bargain with you, I will if you will. Take off your panties, Sara, and then we’ll both pull our skirts up and watch each other. Do you think you’d like that?”
“Yes,” she hissed into my mouth just as I kissed her, and this time when I parted my lips, her tongue flickered against mine. Our breathing became heavier and the kiss grew as lustful as it was sweet with Sara sucking at my tongue. I could feel Sara fumbling under her skirt, so I withdrew my kiss so she could get her sneakers off and pull down her panties. Sara began pulling her skirt up, froze for a second and looked at me while blushing furiously again, “For me, this is the hard part, I guess, I’ve never let a woman look at me like this.”
I stood up in front of her and pulled my dress up to my hips, “Don’t even think about where I’m looking, Sara, you just look at this,” and I could see she was, blue eyes very wide. “Do you like looking at me like this, Sara?”
Staring at my groin, she nodded, and I saw her ease her skirt up past her hips and I moved her glass so I could sit across from her on the coffee table our knees touching. Curiously, she had a heavy white oak coffee table just like mine. I spread myself with my fingers for her to get a good look and after a moment, she forced herself to spread for me. “Scoot closer to the edge of the couch, honey, so I can see better,” I suggested and she obeyed without hesitation watching very closely as I moved my fingers around inside caressing myself while trying not to obstruct her view more than I could help it.
And she was blond down there, or at least mostly blond mixed with a very light brown area just along her crevice. She was an even lighter shade of pink inside than my friend Laura, but there was some redness around the opening of Sara’s vagina – I suspect caused by her state of sexual arousal. She had a small hood with her clit completely hidden inside and the petals of her inner lips were thin, delicate and receded enough that they weren’t visible unless she was spreading herself. “You have a very pretty pussy, Sara,” my voice was almost a moan. She was using her two middle fingers to vibrate her hood rapidly left and right.
I imitated what she was doing with my right hand and used the middle finger of my left hand to snake into my vagina from beneath my bottom – it was awkward but I could see that Sara was enjoying it very much. Sara licked her lips as she watched me frig my pussy, “You have a beautiful pussy, Betty; I just love it!” She gave a little moan, then said, “And I loved it when you kissed me, too. I always suspected I’d enjoy kissing a woman and I really did.”
“Have you overcome your inhibitions yet, Sara, about women I mean?” She glanced up to my eyes and nodded slowly, then held the gaze as soon as she realized I wasn’t looking at her pussy anymore. “Sara, honey, I’m just about ready to come, and I’d like to come with your mouth on me. Be a sweetie for me, please?” She didn’t hesitate. She knelt between my thighs and put her mouth on my spread pussy and sucked and frenched at my hood. I grabbed her blond ponytail and rocked my hips back and forth against her mouth, fucking in her mouth as the first jolt of pleasure swelled in me and swirled through my body, “Oh! Sweet baby fuck me!” I cried out as my hips shivered and spasmed against her sweet mouth.
My orgasm went on and on, with Sara’s mouth faithfully locked on my pussy, her tongue still massaging and flicking against my hood until I had to pull her face away. My eyes were closed and I kept them so for a few more moments until I felt in control of my breathing. When I opened them, Sara was sitting on the couch again, her dress demurely down to her knees. She had an expression of surprise on her face and she was squeezing her hands together in her lap. Her gaze was distant and unfocused. I eased my skirt down and sat beside her. “Sara?” Are you all right?” She turned her head and looked into my eyes and suddenly focused, she nodded briskly, “Well,” I hesitated, “Don’t you need to come, sweetie? Because I’d sure love to return the favor.”
“Not right at the moment,” she said breathlessly, “I’m not quite,” her body gave a little shiver, “Not quite over mine just yet.” She opened her lips and panted a few breaths, “I came while you were coming. I wasn’t even touching myself. It was the most amazing…” She shivered again, coughed and continued more softly, “You just, just started fucking my face and it-it was the most intensely sexual thing, event, whatever…” She started panting again, “Uh, oh, and I just keep…” She grabbed her knees and bent over, her bottom wriggling against the couch, “Coming!” she gasped loudly.
I reached under her bottom and squeezed her and she straightened and leaned into me, snuggling her face to my breasts. She shuddered and with her voice muffled by my breasts, she said, “I think that’s the last one.” I held her cradled to my breasts and glanced at a clock on the wall. It wasn’t even quite eight o’clock yet. “Oh, Betty!” she declared and then fell silent, just letting me hold her. After a few more minutes, she eased away from me and gave me a bright smile. She leaned forward to retrieve her screwdriver and thirstily drank it all. She sat down the glass and turned back toward me, “How was it for you, dear?” She asked politely.
I swallowed and realized my mouth was dry, too. So I imitated her and took a generous gulp of my drink before answering, “It was fantastic, Sara. Just fantastic and it was all you!”
“Well,” she said brightly and then sighed looking downward, “That didn’t go anything like I thought it would, you know. I figured that after we masturbated I’d probably give in and let you go down on me, after we, you know, rested a while. I didn’t know if I’d be willing to go down on you or not, but your pussy was so lovely and so sexy to look at, I knew I’d be happy to touch you there and I was pretty sure I could make you come that way.”
“I’m sure you could have, Sara, and I’m sure you still could. You have very pretty, dainty little hands. I feel like a farmer around you,” I said flexing my longer fingers. I still felt a little concerned for her because she still seemed a little shaken.
“When you told me to put my mouth on you, I couldn’t believe you would just say that. I couldn’t believe you would even think I would consider it, and then I just felt myself moving, you know,” She wiped at a corner of her eye, and when my mouth dropped open, she held up a hand and said sternly, “Don’t you dare apologize! That would really upset me, so don’t! Just listen!”
I held my hands up like she had a gun on me, and I didn’t say a word. She looked me defiantly in the eyes for a moment before she continued, “It made me feel dirty and cheap to obey you and just do like I was told, and that’s where the first thrill came from – by deliberately and willfully violating my own taboos – to put it in fancy terms. Then the second thrill, the smell of you…” She rubbed upward on her breasts with her palms, and whipped her head back and forth so that her ponytail lashed around, “It just filled me. I had been afraid I wouldn’t like it, but it filled me, it just… filled me, the way a man can fill me with his penis.”
I shook my head in wonder. “Wow!” was all I could say.
“Then you just fucked and fucked my face and your juices ran down my chin, and I just never, ever felt so much a part of a sexual act, and that’s when I started coming, each orgasm stronger than the last.” She looked earnestly into my eyes, her own big blues searching into mine, “Would you believe? I’ve never had multiple orgasms before! I just couldn’t stop reliving your beautiful pussy fucking my face, and then you just pushed me away like used trash!” I started to protest, and she said again, “Don’t!”
“Oversensitive!” I muttered stubbornly.
She gave me a dirty look and said in an exasperated tone, “I know what was going on in your world, do you want to know what was going on in mine or not?”
“Yes, of course,” I said contritely.
Her voice and her look softened, “Betty, you just changed my life. You turned me completely upside down.” She looked down at my legs and then up to my breasts, “I’m already starting to want you again, and this time, I’m going to lick you all over! My body is just still a little electrocuted or something.”
I grimaced, “I guess this might be the time to admit I have several other women in my life? I mean I hope you’ll want to do this pretty regularly with me, but I also need you to know about the others before we get in over our heads.”
“Silly girl,” she grinned at me, “I knew that. You as much as said you had a girlfriend. I’ll be content to just be another mare in your stable.” Then she brightened, “Of course, if I still feel like I do right now, I might like to meet some of them later.”
“Poor girl,” I shot back with a phony sympathetic look, “You are actually going to feel a lot more like you feel now.”
“What do you mean?” Sara asked curiously.
“I mean before this weekend is over, you’ll be walking down a sidewalk or in a mall, and a pretty woman, or worse, a pretty teenaged girl is going to walk by, and you’re going to be wondering what her pussy would taste like, what it would be like to suck on her nipples, and even what her face would look like during an orgasm.” I predicted casually.
“Really!” she got a vacant look as she rolled those thoughts around in her mind, then she slowly nodded, “Yes, I suspect you’re right. It’s different than I feel about men; it’s more… predatory? Maybe?”
I shrugged, “Something like that. I just think of it as an intense curiosity about other women’s bodies. Oh, it might take longer than just this weekend, but it will happen.”
“Oh, I think it already has, Betty. Just thinking about seeing strange beautiful women walking by is making me a little pussy-crazy already.” She looked thoughtful, “You’ve made me into a lesbian, I think. I mean, that was the most powerful sex act and orgasms I ever – I never experienced anything like that with a man, and up until now, I thought I really liked sex with men.” She arched an eyebrow, “Aw, who knows, I’m still so giddy about how you made me feel, I don’t know what I’m saying.”
I moved close to her again and put my arm around her, “I came pretty hard myself, and I still remember my first time was a lot like yours, only, I wasn’t as clear-headed about it. I’ll tell you what I think we both need and we’ll see if you agree.”
“Would you like to taste the pussy on my mouth before you tell me what you’re thinking?” She gave me an intense look, and I knew she wanted to share as much of her experience as she could.
Like I could resist an offer like that! I kissed her, enjoying very much the fading smell of my pussy juice around her mouth. And after a few licks inside her mouth I whispered, “Did you get to taste any of my pussy juice, or swallow any?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed between kisses, “Quite a lot of it there at the end. And I still want more.” She started feeling of my breast and broke away from our kiss to stare in amazement at her hand, not that she stopped fondling my breast, even as she said, “So what were you thinking.”
I cleared my throat, “Despite your partly successful efforts to keep me from thinking,” she reluctantly took her hand off my breast with a sheepish look and I continued, “I think we should have another drink then maybe go pee and take a bath together, then just go naked into the bedroom and lay down, maybe make out a while, then fuck until we drop. How’s that sound? If I can stay the night?”
“That all sounds wonderful, and I hope you’ll stay the weekend. But I’m not sure how you mean pee together. Do you mean like watching each other peeing, peeing together in the bathtub? I mean, I’m up for anything.”
I laughed, “I only meant we’d probably need to pee after another drink, but we can do any of that too, if you like.”
“But,” urged Sara, “You will stay the weekend, right?”
“Can’t sorry. Got a firm date with Laura tomorrow night. I sort of promised it would just be the two of us, since the last time I was with her, well Denise was there, and you know how it is, Laura couldn’t help going down on Denise, not that I minded. I watched.”
“Oh my!” breathed Sara, “That wouldn’t be the pretty little Denise at the office would it?” At my nod, she took a deep breath, “Oh, oh, my brave new world!” Then she looked back into my eyes, “How about this; you stay the weekend with me, and tomorrow night you can have Laura over here, and I’ll just watch. Well, maybe I’ll beat off while I watch that is…”
“Yeah, I think Laura would agree to that,” Then I shook my head with mock sadness, “But I know Laura, and as soon as she sees your pretty blond snatch, she’s going to want to eat it!”
“Well, we can only hope she gives in to temptation.” Sara smiled and we kissed again.
“You know,” I murmured as we both began idly touching each other’s breasts, “I’d like you to be able to smell your pussy on my face during a nice long kiss, if you wouldn’t mind me just giving you a few kisses down there before we head upstairs…”
“Can we be naked, Betty?” She was squeezing both my breasts and breathing through her mouth. “And maybe could we kiss each other at the same time?”
I was already fumbling with her buttons and she with mine. We were both wearing bras, but being women we removed each other’s quickly. Then we both had to remove our own skirts as they were trickier, but we were both quickly naked. After one quick mouth-to-mouth kiss, we stretched out sideways on the couch in the sixty-nine position. As she cocked her leg I lowered my face into her blond groin, already loving the musky smell of her as I French kissed into her crevice and quickly achieved the desired result of making my face smell like her pussy.
I loved the feel of her hard nipples on my abdomen, as I slurped sucked and licked into her pussy, and after we both enjoyed a violent and mutual orgasm, we soothed each other by licking each other’s bottoms. It was a surprisingly delightful position for mutual bottom licking. We finally shared that kiss where we smelled our pussies on each other, and during the night, we shared a lot more.