Loading...Over the next couple of weeks, I dated several men and had sex with two of them. One of them was a jerk that didn’t even try to make me come and just left satisfied with himself. The other one took the time to make sure I came, but the orgasm just wasn’t as good as the ones that Laura and Nancy had given me. Of course, Laura had given me a hard to beat orgasm – three in a row, actually – that nearly blew my legs off.
I was worried Laura would come back too soon, and as fascinated as I was by her lovely body, and even by the prettiness of her private parts, I still didn’t feel the lust for her that I knew that she felt for me, if that makes any sense. Maybe sex just wasn’t my thing. I finally decided not to date anybody for a while.
Then my thoughts about my social life were severely curtailed by professional concerns. One of the attorney’s at my firm got assigned a high-profile criminal case and I got assigned to him. It was more than a little thrilling to work on a case that one could read about in the papers every day. The firm was short of paralegals at the moment, and this was way too big for me to handle alone. I had over two hundred and sixty cardboard boxes full of files to research and two weeks to do it in. I explained to the attorney that I wasn’t super woman, and he commiserated and explained that expense was not an object – I was free to hire outsourced help – there would be much padding of the legal bill.
I managed to find two freelance paralegals to supervise, but I still had too much work to do in the limited amount of time, so I put out an advertisement for a college student; preferably pre-law to personally assist me. That’s how I ended up hiring Lisa, a local student who was actually an English major, but willing to work. I explained how I wanted her to keyword documents, and gave her a list of keywords to look for, and then I told her how to briefly document decisions, legal rulings and so forth. I also explained that to save time from going to and from the office we would be doing most of the work at my apartment where I had set up my dining table as an ‘at home’ office.
I was delighted at Lisa’s intelligence and energy and we worked well together the first few days, but I found something distracting about her and couldn’t put my finger on what it was. I knew it must be related to her appearance because I found myself often looking at her. She was a big girl, tall and wide at the shoulders with big hips and judging from how she filled out her jeans, she had meaty thighs. Part of what distracted me was I couldn’t decide whether or not she was a little fat – her clothes definitely made it hard to tell.
She always wore a sweatshirt or a tee-shirt that was several sizes too large and jeans that fitted fairly loosely. She didn’t seem fat but her jeans were certainly filled with ample buttocks and thighs when she bent over or did anything else to tighten them. I never could get a good look at her waist because of the baggy shirts. Her face was on the pretty side with a strong nose, beautiful green eyes, long lashes and a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her grin was infectious. Her hair was shoulder length and a light brown – a little darker than mine, and wherever skin showed she seemed tanned. Her hands were large but still feminine, and her smile was dazzling – highlighted by even white teeth, full lips and engaging laugh dimples. She was a good four inches taller than me – a big girl.
It was the third day that my distraction became sexual in nature. We were both working at my dining room table when Lisa finished off a box of documents. She rose and set the box on the floor and stooped to lift another. Her shirt rode up and her jeans rode down, and I got a good look at the small of her back and the crack of her ass. Her waist showed no fat, only muscle and a tan that was perfectly even down to the cleft at the top of her buttocks where the skin suddenly paled – bikini marks. My breath caught in my throat and I felt warmth spreading in my groin, as I contemplated the roundness of her bottom.
Hardly the most flattering view of a woman, but it stunned me. I knew she was only nineteen, which made me feel like a dirty old woman (I was twenty-seven), but I felt a sudden rush of lust for her. My fingers trembling slightly, I glanced at the clock – nearly nine – we always quit at nine. I cleared my throat, “Um Lisa, you can consider yourself still on the clock until 10 tonight, but I’m exhausted. What say we take a break and have a glass of wine in the living room and relax a little. You’ll be getting paid for it.”
She straightened, put her hands on her hips and grinned, “Ms. Stonewell, that sounds like a wonderful idea!”
“Please,” I tried grinning back, “From now on, just call me Betty.”
I hurried to the kitchen, my heart pounding, and poured two glasses of wine. What was wrong with me? I felt like the victim of an adolescent crush. I breezed back to the living room where I found Lisa sitting on the couch and leaning back, her hands rubbing the back of her neck. I sat down beside her and handed her a glass, then kicked off my shoes and propped my feet on the coffee table. We each took a couple of sips of wine before Lisa spoke.
“Mind if I take off my shoes, too?” she asked, untying her tennis shoes.
“Take off your socks, too,” I suggested, “Naked feet are happy feet.” She grinned and did. I noticed she had pink toenail polish, although she wore no nail polish on her fingers. Her fingernails were clipped neatly short, the way I wore mine.
“You know something, Ms – uh, Betty?”
I grinned at her, “What’s that, Ms – uh, Lisa?”
She giggled and blushed slightly, glancing at my legs (I was wearing a two piece dress, a matching blouse and skirt, and the skirt had a dangerously high hemline, so she was seeing most of my legs), “You’re so beautiful and sexy and petite that you make me feel like a cow. Is there a course I could take on dressing better?”
“Mmm,” I answered, “In the first place, you’re plenty sexy as you are, and in the second place, you dress fine for work. Of course you don’t want to wear jeans to a dance or a nightclub.”
She shrugged, “I don’t know about the sexy part, but that is my problem, knowing what to wear. Like you choose your colors so well. That dark red dress you’re wearing really makes you look hot! It goes great with your shade of blond hair and your barely tanned skin. It even goes well with your brown eyes.”
Regretfully, I felt she wasn’t coming on to me. She was just asking honest questions about fashion. “I’m glad you think so, but actually I’m sure there are places to get advise about such things.” I noticed her rubbing her neck again, “Would you like for me to rub your neck a little?”
“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that…” she protested taking her hands away from her neck with a flutter.
“Nonsense,” I said firmly, “just turn around.” I sat my wine on the coffee table and she shifted her back to me. I began rubbing her neck with both hands – her muscles were really tense.
“Oh God!” she groaned, “That feels so wonderful!”
“Is the tan on your face, hands, arms and legs pretty even?” I asked, feeling her muscles slowly loosen. I really wondered what her legs looked like but she had always worn jeans around me.
“Yes, my boyfriend takes me to the beach pretty often, or he did. We recently broke up.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I expanded my massage to her shoulders, “To show off a tan, you want to go with pastels, in your case, blue, green or even pink, to bring out the color of your lovely green eyes.”
“Wow,” Lisa sighed, “Good advice, wine and a massage, I feel like I’m getting the royal treatment, Betty. Why isn’t a gorgeous, talented lady like you married?”
“I was, but it didn’t work out,” I really didn’t want to talk about my marriage, besides, I was just experiencing the most amazing feeling coming over me. I was feeling even more lust for this girl. My nose was remembering the musky, tangy scent of Nancy’s pussy, and I suddenly realized how much I would really enjoy going down on Lisa. I was just dying to know what her pussy looked like, smelled like, and how it tasted. How wet did she get? At that thought I had a sudden rush of warmth through my groin which spread all the way to my face. Ok, this is what sex is supposed to be like! Suddenly that interest in pussy expanded to Laura and even Nancy, even though I had been there, well I had been there with Nancy. Yes, yes, this is what was missing in my making love to women, but why now? And worse, how would I get my way with this young girl?
“You know, Lisa,” I tried to keep my voice from sounding husky, “I’d be glad to rub your back but, you’d have to take off your sweatshirt. I don’t think I’m strong enough to massage through it.” I leaned forward slightly breathing in the scent of her hair, waiting for her to respond. I think I was smelling Head And Shoulders shampoo, but on Lisa it was like the most exotic French perfume. I so wanted to nuzzle her hair but held myself back.
“That sounds so tempting, but are you sure, Betty? It wouldn’t gross you out for me to take my shirt off? I’m uh, not wearing a bra.” Lisa’s shoulders shrugged slightly against my hands.
“It wouldn’t bother me at all,” I assured her, “In fact its warm enough in here that I might take my blouse off too. It’s just a little snug for heavy massage work.” My heart was pounding again, wondering what she would say. I felt I was being crazy, and that she would see through my pass for what it was and flee in horror.
“Oh, well that’s fair then,” she giggled and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, and lay down on the couch on her stomach without showing her breasts or looking back at me. I hurriedly unbuttoned my blouse and peeled off my bra before straddling her blue-jeaned thighs and beginning to rub her back. She moaned her pleasure at my hands working the back of her shoulder blades and I was feeling a power thrill at the feel of her round bottom pressing in between my legs. I was trying to imagine what it would be like to rub my face back and forth in her pussy, and I hoped I wasn’t already getting the seat of her pants wet because my panties were probably already soaked through.
I tried to keep my hip movements to a minimum but by the time I got to the small of her back, I was beginning to hump her butt pretty steadily. Unfortunately, she was well aware of it because she said, “Betty, your massage has been wonderful, but the way your humping my butt is starting to seem, uh, sexual. So… maybe we better stop.”
I sighed – feeling disappointed but decided to give it a last try anyway. I wished I were as good at seducing as Nancy is. I lowered myself slowly on her back, trailing my nipples up her back until I could lay against her and whisper in her ear, “Why not consider a little fooling around,” I felt her shiver beneath me, “I promise to make you feel good.” I took my weight off of her, and sat beside her so she could sit up no matter what she decided. But she didn’t sit up, she rolled over on her back and looked at me, her large breasts rising and falling with her breathing.
Her breasts wobbled sexily as she turned over. They were pale with bikini lines and light brown nipples a shade darker than mine. Her breasts were large, but even on her back they were firm enough to stand up like little hills. The nipples were large and rounded on the tips – about the size of the first joint of my little finger. Her aureoles were about the size of a silver half-dollar and of the same light brown color. She had luscious breasts and let me gaze at them for a few moments before she spoke. I had the feeling that she was proud of them and didn’t mind my looking at all.
Her hair was messed up a little and half covering her face and her lips were parted. She was stunning in her causal sensuality. She still spoke in a whisper, glancing over my bare breasts as she did so, “Betty, I will freely admit that I have been pretty horny since my breakup…” Her gaze went up to my eyes then back to my breasts and her tongue slipped nervously across her lips once, “And you’re a very sexy lady… but I’m just not the sort that does it with girls. Believe me! Right now, I kind of wish I was into girls.” I looked at the fine blond hairs on her tanned belly then down to her navel where a fine line of golden blonde and light brown hairs trailed, thickening ever so slightly down to the button that fastened her jeans.
Lisa saw where my gaze went and she sat up slowly with a sigh. “I’m sorry, Betty.” She reached for her sweatshirt but only held it in front of her breasts.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Lisa,” I made no attempt to hide my own breasts as I reached over and took another sip of wine and handed her glass to her – which left her only one hand to shield her breasts with her shirt. “I got a little carried away… I guess I’m pretty horny, too. You don’t hold that against me, do you?”
“Oh no, Betty! Absolutely not!” Betty hastened to tell me, accidentally revealing one of her nipples in her eagerness to reassure me, “Your massage felt great and what you were doing with your hips felt nice too, for that matter. Maybe even a little too interesting. I’m just not a lesbian, you know? If you were a guy and I felt this close to him, we’d already be fucking, you know? But you’re a woman.”
I smiled, “I was married to a man, not a woman.” I looked away from her, suddenly feeling shy and ashamed, “It just felt so good to touch someone. I was surprised myself when it started feeling… well… sexy, you know, or maybe sensual would be a better word.” I let out a little laugh at myself for lying about my lust for the girl, but I didn’t want her to quit working for me. “No, sexy was the right word for it, after all. You never felt that way when you just happened to be with another girl?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, letting her shirt drop to her lap, “maybe a time or two. And…but no, I can’t say that!” She picked her shirt back up and hid her breasts again.
“Say what,” I smiled and leaned closer in my best conspiratorial whisper, “Go on, I already made an ass of myself tonight humping your butt. I would think that alone would let you tell me anything.”
She giggled, “Well, you just have the most perfect mouth, Betty, and I have wondered once or twice what it would be like to kiss a mouth like that. I mean a mouth that is so beautiful and didn’t have any whiskers to burn me.” She had lowered her shirt again, and glanced at my breasts again before looking back up. “I mean its not like I really want to kiss or anything. It was just hard not to wonder.” She turned pink, but instead of reaching for her shirt again, she reached over and drained her glass of wine. I refilled both glasses and we both had a couple of more sips of wine, glancing at each other’s faces and breasts.
I reached out one hand and put the palm of my hand softly against her cheek, “What if a couple of horny gals helped each other out a little? I don’t think you would have to change your life over that. Here, let me show you.” I leaned forward and gently kissed her mouth, once on the upper lip, once on the lower and one just off center on the side of her mouth – all three kisses soft and barely moist. I leaned back, “Now you know how it feels to be kissed by a mouth like mine. Was that so bad?”
“No,” she murmured, “It was very sweet, but…”
“But what?” I asked trying not to visibly notice that he nipples had suddenly grown a little larger.
Lisa giggled and shook her head, “Well, it was a little like potato chips. It made me want a little more.” She stopped smiling and tried to look serious even though there was still a twinkle in her eye, “Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I wouldn’t know when to stop.” She set her glass back on the coffee table and I knew that she wanted me to kiss her again but was afraid to say any more than she had.
I leaned close to her again to within inches of her face, “If you want me to stop, just say so.” I kissed her again, softly the same way, but this time her lips responded to mine. I gave her three more brief but close-mouthed soft kisses, and then on the fourth when I parted my lips slightly, she did too. I let the tips of our tongues touch slightly then ended the kiss. I kissed her cheek, then near her ear, and I eased my arm around her, causing my right nipple to just touch her upper arm and kissed her again on the mouth. Her tongue was a little more aggressive now, so I let her in my mouth and teased her tongue with little flicks. I knew she could feel my breast touching her upper arm because she twisted to face me, our nipples barely brushing at each other’s breasts.
The kissing got a little more passionate and I eased her over on her back, with me on top still kissing her. After about five minutes of kissing, we were both breathing more heavily, and I suddenly raised myself on my arms and looked down at her breasts. She was gorgeous with no fat on her, but not skinny either – just a big shapely girl. She watched me looking at her and licked her lips to moisten them. “I feel really naked when you look at me like that, Betty, but it’s okay, I guess.”
“I’m getting very turned on, looking at you, Lisa,” I answered, my voice definitely on the husky side. “You have beautiful, sexy breasts.”
“So do you, Betty,” she whispered. I looked down and sure enough my pale brown nipples were as erect as they could be, I looked up to meet Lisa’s green eyes and she added, “I’ve never thought I wanted to do this with another female, but I really would like you to kiss me just a little more. I think I really like your kisses. And I’m starting to like the way you look at my breasts.”
I bent over her and trailed my nipples over her breasts. Her creamy bikini marks outlined lovely breasts whose brown nipples swelled even harder when touched by mine. She sighed and I gave her the softest gentlest kiss I could, barely touching her lips, then tracing my tongue over them. Then I kissed her a little more firmly and her lips instantly molded back to mine again as I settled my weight on her, our breasts mashed together. As dizzying and powerful as our sweet kisses were to each other, my mind was still imagining pulling down her jeans and pushing my face eagerly between her legs.
But I didn’t want to move too fast. I remembered how often I had backed out of sex because of that, so I went on kissing her, and she kissed me back eagerly, putting her arms around me and running her hands up and down my back. Unable to resist any longer, I eased my right thigh over her left thigh to press my pussy against her hip, and she responded by spreading her legs enough to press her groin against my hip. We both moaned at the same time. I stopped kissing her long enough to murmur, “This would feel so much better without your blue-jeans and my skirt.”
I kissed her again briefly and then she twisted her mouth free to whisper back, “But I’m not wearing any panties, Betty. I don’t know…we’d be completely naked…I think that would be going a little too far.”
I licked her ear, tracing in a circle then whispered, “The worst I can do is kiss your pretty pussy and that won’t make you pregnant. But I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” I kissed her again, a long slow kiss, putting everything I had into it. Then I whispered with my lips still touching hers, “I would love to make you come. Wouldn’t you like that, too?”
“Maybe. I think so, but I don’t know,” she murmured back her breath heavy in her chest making her breasts push up and down, “My boyfriend never waited for me to do that, it was one of the many reasons we broke up.” She let me kiss her a few more times, “But you’re a woman, and for a woman to make me come…”
I just kept kissing her, gripping her thick blue-jeaned thigh between my thighs, pressing my pussy against the place her thigh became her hips, and enjoying the feel of our naked breasts pressing together. I rubbed my pussy against her harder and moaned, and I felt her groin pressing harder into my hip, her hands sliding down to my lower back to hold our hips more tightly together. We were both breathing hard and I was letting her suck at my tongue like it was a penis. Then I took a turn sucking at her tongue which was easily thick enough and long enough that I could imagine that tongue in my vagina.
Then I stopped kissing long enough to whisper into her mouth, “Lisa, you can always find a better boyfriend. This doesn’t have to change your life,” I said again and raised myself up some and ran my finger over a nipple; it was firm and all but throbbing. Lisa’s eyes closed a moment in pleasure. I leaned down to whisper between her lips again, “Do you really think my breasts are pretty?” I asked and raised myself back up to give her a good look. She looked at my chest and nodded, “Then kiss one if you like.” For once, she didn’t hesitate which almost made me jump in surprise. She raised her head and kissed my left breast several times then gave a gentle suck on the nipple. I sighed at the wonderful delicate touch of her warm mouth. Pleased with my reaction she did the same to my other breast. “That was so lovely, Lisa. May I do the same to yours?”
“Yes,” she grinned, “I wondered if I would enjoy that ever since you took your shirt off.”
“And do you like kissing my breasts?” I waited for her nodding smile, and I said, “Then suck my nipples a little more, please.” I lowered myself a little but she also raised her head and began to suck harder at my nipples – back and forth between them for several minutes. “Now let me.” I sighed.
So I began kissing her breasts softly the way I like it and when I started to suck on her nipples, she whispered, “Harder please.” So I sucked harder on them and nipped them slightly with my teeth. She responded by pressing her groin harder against my hip and moaned, using her hands to hold my head closer to her chest. I continued sucking, pulling with my lips and nibbling on her nipples, and she cried out, “Yes, Betty, yes!” Her hips were pumping her groin against my hip now. This was a girl who really enjoyed her breasts, so I enjoyed them too.
I thought she might be actually approaching orgasm when she suddenly pushed my head back from her breasts and said, “You can take my pants off now, Betty. It just couldn’t be too terrible to let our bodies touch each other and I think it would make me come.” Her face was pink and her eyes serious. She was breathing with parted lips, and I could tell she was indeed pretty close to orgasm.
I scrambled off her and stood beside her getting ready to reach for her button, but she was already opening the button and unzipping, so I assisted in pulling her jeans off. They were pretty snug but I managed to get them all the way off her. The lower half of her body dazzled me. Every slight movement she made caused a muscle ripple, even in her hips. Her smooth tanned thighs and lower legs were rounded and thick with muscle. Her pale bikini marks framed a somewhat thick but neatly trimmed dark brown bush so she could wear her bikini without hair poking out. Her dark pubic hair looked soft and nearly completely hid the thick lips of her swollen mound of Venus.
“You’re so beautiful all over, Lisa!” I said with obvious awe in my voice, beginning to run my hands over those wonderful legs.
“Do you really think so?” Lisa gave a shy smile and rubbed her legs together, “Some guys think I look too muscular in the legs. It’s not my fault; I just naturally look like that.” Her legs moved nervously some more as I ran my hands over them.
“I think you have the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen,” I said reverently, “Just touching your sexy muscles is such a turn on that it makes me want to kiss your legs.” I looked up into her lovely long-lashed green eyes, “Please say I can kiss your sexy legs, Lisa?”
“Gosh Betty!” she turned a little pinker in the face, “You’ve been doing a great job of seducing me so far, but now you think my legs are sexy?” She took a deep breath that made her breasts swell marvelously, “If you think my legs are sexy, of course you can kiss them!”
I knelt beside her and began kissing her legs, paying special attention to her heavy calves and their lovely curves and the long vertical dimple. I kissed her tan thighs thoroughly too, noting the fine blond hairs above her shaving line. I licked, kissed and nibbled at the creamy area left by her bikini, not once kissing her furred mound, until she was squirming and trying to pull me to her pussy with her hands. “Please Betty. I can’t help myself any more. Make me come, Betty!” she moaned. So I began to nuzzle and kiss her pubic hair, then spread her thick outer lips with my fingertips. I so wanted this and bit back a moan as she spread her legs wider for me revealing her sharp smell to my sensitive nose.
It was definitely different this time. I wanted her pussy more than anything. I spread her furred outer lips. She was just gorgeous with smooth, dark pink glistening inner flesh, a small clit and a lovely jagged hole of a vagina that grasped at my tongue when I slid it inside her. I reveled in her woman smell and even the slight hint of pee – it seemed the richest sexiest smell in the world to me now. I wuzzled my face back and forth inside her, trying to get my face as far inside her as I could. I spread her ass checks and lapped happily at her pale brown sphincter and even tongued inside its dry warmth, while she seemed to squirm and pivot on my tongue, sighing and moaning her pleasure, her feet and calves massaging my back.
When I started licking and sucking on her clit, I eased two fingers inside her juicy vagina and pumped them in and out making squishy wet noises that both of us evidently enjoyed because she cried out and started turning red after only about two minutes of this. When her orgasm hit fully, she got louder with her moans and cries and pumped her hips wildly at my face. I was not only finding it difficult to ride her with my face, but I got a bit of battering too from her pussy bone. Still I rode her orgasm out with her juices practically dribbling down my chin. I licked at her juices, swallowed what I could and rubbed some across my breasts.
When she finally indicated that she was getting over sensitive, I climbed back up on her body and put my breasts in her face. I let her suck at my pussy scented breasts for a couple of minutes, and then I began kissing her again. She kissed me back passionately evidently eager for more of her own pussy smell, and the taste of her pussy in my mouth. Finally, between kisses she said softly, “I didn’t really want to do this at first, but that was just wonderful, Betty. I’ve never had such a powerful orgasm before!”
I was so full of lust and having such a wonderful time that I had to stop and think about her words before they sank in, “I’m so glad you liked it, Lisa. I don’t even think you would believe me if I told you how much I enjoyed doing that to you. I may have had even more fun than you did.” I searched into her green eyes feeling very tender toward her, “Rest how ever long you need, but then, I would really love to do it to you again.”
She gave a little shrug of her shoulders that could mean anything. “I was telling the truth about not considering women sexually, but I have had a few dreams about it – strange and powerfully sexual dreams that made me wake up feeling ashamed. I’ve fought it, hidden from it, and never admitted it to a soul, but still I will occasionally have dreams about sex with other girls, older women, sometimes more than one woman at a time. And now that you did that to me, well…”
“Well what, darling?” and I gave her little peck on her freckle sprinkled nose.
“It’s like my dreams – sexual and wonderful, but I’m awake. So I also feel ashamed and kind of dirty. And you licked my ass, Betty! That was such a filthy thing to do.” She looked searchingly back into my eyes, trying I think to see if I understood. “I really liked it and that makes me feel like a dirty, filthy slut.” Her words were still soft and sweet, but I had to admit I was a little puzzled by the content.
“So you don’t want me to lick your ass any more?” I gave her a slow lick across her lips and felt her shiver under me.
“Are you kidding? I definitely want you to do some more of that! It felt funny at first, you know, like I was going to the bathroom, but then it got all warm…” she gave me a sly little smile, “I’m just telling you that I am really learning to love feeling like a dirty, filthy slut. And for my first conscious act as your slut, can I take the rest of your clothes off? I’ve never really looked closely at a naked woman.”
“Of course,” I murmured with a grin back, “Anything you want, Lisa.” I rose and stood beside her while she sat up. She reached for the button and zipper on the side of my skirt and quickly had me stepping out of it. Then while she looked over my legs pretty thoroughly running her fingers along my curves, she pulled down my panties and then looked at my groin. “Oh, but you are so pretty, too, Betty,” she exclaimed, pulling my hips to her face and kissing my dark brown pubic hair. She went on hugging my hips and kissing my pubic hair and nuzzling it, but not really getting down into my slit. Still, I felt pretty charmed by her actions and took it as a good sign.
Suddenly she looked up at me, “I hope I’m not being too forward…”
I chuckled, “No, darling, you can do anything you like, pose me how you like, look at me, touch me, kiss me – absolutely anything at all – I’ll be your sex-slave if you like.”
She rubbed her chin in my pubic hair, still hugging my hips while her green eyes probed mine, “Really?”
“Absolutely, Lisa,” I said, putting affection into my voice, “my body is your plaything to satisfy yourself with tonight.” I pressed my pussy against her face just a little, “You already seem to like my pussy, and I can tell you it is already pretty hot for you.”
“Oh yes,” she said giving me some more pubic hair kisses, “It’s so pretty. I was always a little afraid I might be like this if I ever gave in to temptation. That’s one reason I was so reluctant. I love the way women’s pubic hair looks and you are just so perfect.” She gave me several more kisses in the pubic hair, then a couple of French ones and one that licked just barely near my clit, then she looked up at me again, “If you meant what you said, I would like to have a look at your bottom, please, then inside your pussy?”
“Of course,” I said, wondering at the girl’s total eagerness now that she had set aside her inhibitions – and apparently from gratitude for the orgasm I gave her. Strange girl, but I was loving this! I turned around and felt a little embarrassed as I felt her fingers spread my ass cheeks wide and the cool air hit my asshole. She rubbed her nose against my pucker a moment, then I felt a feathery kiss that made thrills run up and down my legs. “Oh God, what a beautiful bottom,” murmured Lisa just before she began to French kiss my cheeks, up and down my crack and finally my asshole with feathery, light French kisses.
I couldn’t help the involuntary wiggle in my hips when her tongue slipped slightly inside my bottom. The pleasure and warmth she was spreading in my ass filled me with delight but surprised me with her boldness. I felt her fingers penetrate my vagina as her tongue continued to slip deeper and deeper into my ass. I was now bending slightly forward, spreading my legs wider and moaning my pleasure. I was actually approaching orgasm when her strong hands turned me around again, and she looked up at me with her green eyes, long lashes and freckled nose and said, “You’ve just gotta fuck my face, Betty, please? Just treat me like your dirty whore! Please?”
She leaned her head back on the couch, so I put my knees on the couch straddling her head, and bracing my arms against the back of the couch, I lowered myself by spreading my thighs wider until I felt her mouth kissing and licking in my pussy. “Now, fuck my face and fuck me hard, Betty!” I began moving my hips backward and forward, moving faster until I was giving her face a really good ride, mainly hitting my clit against her nose with her mouth in my vagina, her tongue moving all inside me. I fucked even harder and faster as I felt my orgasm building, and then when I was coming I was fucking her face so hard, I was no longer thinking or caring if I hurt her with her nose going from my asshole up to my clit and down again, faster and harder.
I had never come so hard or long in my life. I know I screamed once or twice, and the orgasm lasted an incredibly long time. I was also aware of lubricating fluids – pussy juice practically flowing out of me and judging by the slurping and gulping noises, being appreciated by Lisa. I felt like a nasty sweaty old pervert taking wicked advantage of a young innocent girl. I’d never felt better in my life! I would have been content to rest a while, but Lisa asked me to lie on my tummy so she could play with my ass some more. Lisa loved playing with my ass it seemed, and my ass sure as hell loved the attention.
I lay on the couch, feeling good while Lisa worked hard at making me feel even better, and she was doing a good job. She was being gentle, massaging my cheeks with her hands and giving me continuous licks up and down the crack of my bottom, pausing frequently to kiss and lick in my little pucker, not penetrating me much, just little stabs with her tongue now and then along with licks and kisses on the backs of my thighs. “Ooo, I can’t believe that I am loving doing this to a woman,” I heard her mutter, “It’s just so sexy, so hot!” She also let me return the favor afterward, something I enjoyed much more than I had thought I would. She had such a round, shapely bottom.
When I was licking her lovely bottom and tonguing her hole, she started working with me, using her ass muscles to open when I pushed in and squeeze shut when I pulled out, until it was mostly her, sucking in and ejecting my tongue. I mentioned how wonderful her new skill was, and she insisted on practicing some more, so we traded back and forth until we were both getting pretty good at using our anal muscles, and it felt wonderful, too!
Finally we sat together on the couch, naked and making out and feeling each other up. Slowly the kissing grew passionate again and the feeling up became clit rubbing. We both tried to come together, but I guess I was a little more excited and started coming first. However, that made Lisa more excited and she was coming before I finished. Finally, I told Lisa that it was nearly midnight and time for me to go to bed, besides I needed to pee something desperate.
Lisa reached for her shirt, but when I stood to go to the bathroom, she asked me, “Would you mind if I come with you. I’d really love to watch you pee.”
I hesitated, “There will be plenty of time for everything, but not tonight, Lisa. It’s just too late. But if you want to get some things from home and move in tomorrow that would be okay – I mean you could live here until the end of the project.” I hesitated again, thinking what a big step this was for me, “At least without your commute time, we would have a little more time for having sex – when we aren’t working, I mean.”
Lisa nodded thoughtfully, obviously shrugging off the request to watch me pee, “Ok, Betty, that would probably be pretty smart. The project ends right before school starts up, and we might not be able to see each other as often then, maybe not at all the first couple of weeks of school.” A startled look crossed her face and she looked into my eyes, “Assuming, that is…”
I chuckled, “Oh yes, Lisa! While I’m sure you will move on one of these days, until then, I want to enjoy you as much as I can, and as often as I can!” We said good night and I hurried off to pee.
The next morning Lisa showed up early at 8 with two suitcases – we usually started at 10. Having just gotten out of the shower, I was still wearing my terrycloth bathrobe, but I helped her square away her things in my bedroom.
After that we went to the bedroom to sixty-nine for an hour or so before breakfast and starting work. We had another week and a couple of days to fill our obligation to the trial attorney, and although we worked hard, our breaks were sex breaks instead of coffee breaks, and every night was filled with passionate sex and some experimenting. I don’t think I took one piss the first few days without Lisa watching. Then she started insisting on licking me clean. This was difficult to tolerate without it leading to sex, but somehow I managed at least some of the time. After returning the favor a few times, I found myself learning to enjoy it. Licking a little fresh pee off of a sweet pussy was turning into a very pleasant habit.
Lisa just lived with me the whole time. Other than the work, sleeping and eating, it was almost a continuous orgy. We even showered together. When the work ended, we both promised to keep in touch, and I knew we would because we had grown so close and almost dependent on each other for frequent sexual gratification.
The first day after Lisa left, I relaxed and didn’t think too much about sex. But by the second day, it was almost like coming off a drug habit. I started thinking about sex constantly and actually had a little trouble keeping my hands to myself at work. I actually found myself occasionally finding excuses to touch other women – accidentally brushing against another woman in the close confines of the coffee room at the firm, or in the copy room, or at the printers. Sometimes I would touch a co-worker or even an attorney (if she was female) on the arm or shoulder to get their attention instead of saying their name.
There were several interesting developments from the touching business. One was that I became quickly more subtle about it, as I would occasionally get a funny look about it if I wasn’t subtle enough. And another thing was that I started to notice more the women that didn’t mind me touching them and there were two that even ‘leaned into it’ as if to indicate their pleasure at being touched. One was a very junior attorney about my age named Sara, and the other was another paralegal named Denise.
Denise had straight, shiny black hair that she wore short, about midway down her neck. She was about my height with very pale skin and had medium-sized breasts, about the size of mine, but a little more up-thrusted, although of course that could be her bra. She had a nice figure with sexy, curvy legs. She was several years younger than me, though, twenty-one or twenty-two. On the fourth morning of my having no sex except masturbation, she was dressed in a striped long sleeve blouse and a fairly short gray skirt. In the copy room, I had let my hip brush her bottom as I passed her to use the next copy machine. In reaching for some color stock on a shelf on the other side of me, Denise brushed my back ever so slightly with her breast.
Twenty minutes later in the law library, I encountered her again and as I started down her aisle she squatted for a book on the bottom shelf with her legs spread enough for me to get a good look at her panties – which were white with blue, yellow and pink flowers. I actually paused and silently gasped at the lovely sight of her bunched leg muscles and the intimate glimpse of her panties. I was wearing a brown dress with a longer hem line than hers, but I stopped not three feet in front of her and squatted facing her to reach for a bottom shelf book not far from the one she had opened.
I had made sure that my dress had rode up my legs as I squatted giving her pretty much the same view up my dress. My panties were red. Expressionlessly, she stared down my skirt, her gaze locked on my crotch. Her face had pretty, pointed features giving her a slightly fox-like appearance. She was wearing a wedding ring and I recalled that she had mentioned her husband before. Slowly she raised her gaze to my eyes and with a slight smile she spoke softly, “They’re lovely, Betty. Silk?”
I smiled back using my dimples for maximum damage, “I indulged myself, Denise.” I answered then glanced between her legs letting my gaze linger, “But I love the choice of flowers, it suggests a gentle, sweet perfume.”
Her lips were almost thin but they had a pleasing Cupid’s bow shape and were bright red with lipstick. I looked from her dark brown eyes to her lips as she answered in a whisper, “If you keep talking like that you’re going to see a damp spot among the flowers in a minute or less.”
I found myself breathing harder, “Perhaps we could pay a short visit to the restroom? We could even trade panties for the rest of the day.” I suggested.
Denise giggled, “Sure! But I suggest we go to the basement. Just follow me.”
I did that, and while walking down the stairs behind her, I reflected that the basement was indeed better. It had rows and rows of shelves of stored legal papers in cardboard boxes, and hardly anyone ever went there. Also one could hear the basement door opening from one end of the basement to the other. We arrived and hurried to the far end and walked behind the last shelf. We were the only people down there. I took her in my arms, pulled her breasts tight up to mine and kissed her softly.
Denise kissed me back eagerly opening her mouth right away and slipping her tongue into my mouth. We continued kissing passionately for several minutes touching each other’s breasts with our hands. “God! I’m so hot for you, Betty!” she breathed into my mouth. We were both breathing too heavily to kiss easily now. “Let’s take our panties off and touch each other.”
I nodded and we both reached under our dresses to pull our panties down. Stepping out of them was a little awkward since we were both wearing heels, but we managed. I looked at her lips and how her lipstick wasn’t smudged at all. “Lip ink,” she smiled noticing my look, “it’s semi-permanent.”
“You’re a very good kisser, Denise,” I whispered as we held each other with one arm and used the other to ease up inside each other’s skirts. I moaned as Denise’s hand found my pussy, and at the same time I touched hers – she sighed and rested her cheek on my shoulder. I eased one of my fingers inside of her and she was so wet that a drop of juice rolled down over my knuckle. I was a little shocked about what I was feeling. Denise didn’t have any pubic hair and no stubble either. She was as smooth as a baby between her legs.
“You’re so sexy, Betty,” she breathed, penetrating me with a finger as well. “If I had known that kissing a woman was as good as that, I would have started a long time ago.” Her thumb wobbled my hood expertly as she continued to fuck me with her finger. I knew I had to be extremely wet myself because her finger was making little squishing noises underneath my skirt. She moaned softly into my neck as I mirrored her expert ministrations in her own pussy.
“It’s so shocking that this is your first time,” I gave a little groan and kissed her neck, “And you’re so terrifically good at it!” I loved the smell of her perfume. We were both breathing very heavily now with our breasts pressed together. I could feel an orgasm slowly gathering in my mid-section.
She sighed with a shiver and kissed my neck and licked me behind my ear, “My husband keeps begging me for a threesome, showing me movies about it, and lesbian DVD’s.” Her speech paused for a grunt and a little lurch in her hips, “And I started getting hot for the idea, and watching you around the office… God! You’re just the sexiest woman…” She grunted again and so did I. Both our hips were twitching now, both of us getting close.
My whisper was tight with need for the oncoming orgasm, “I’ll let your husband fuck me all he wants to if it gives us the chance to really get it on.” My orgasm was starting and I was sure her’s was too.
She groaned and raised her head to face me, to watch my face while I came. She turned red and panted, “I’d rather just fuck you myself, Betty.” She gave a long moan and we shared a good long orgasm in each other’s arms. We withdrew our hands and just panted in each other’s arms for a minute, then she added, “But one of these days, we’ll go fuck him in gratitude for giving me the idea.” She smiled and kissed me softly. Then she bent and picked up my panties and started putting them on, giving me a sly grin.
I picked hers up and took a deep breath with her flowered panties pressed to my nose before putting them on, after kissing them first of course. She blushed a bit and smiled, “Oh my! You’re making me wet all over again! I hope I don’t ruin your panties!” As soon as I had pulled her panties up under my dress, Denise leaned forward and kissed me, “We’d better get back and get some work done.”
I agreed and as we walked I said, “You don’t have to worry about ruining my panties. If they smell enough like you, I plan to keep them anyway and never wash them. If you want to call your husband and tell him your going to work late, we could trade panties back at my place tonight.”
“Hell, I’ll tell him I am going home with a girlfriend and not to expect me until after work tomorrow night – if that’s okay with you, that is…”
I had to laugh, “It’s a good thing that tomorrow’s Friday! Lot’s of people come in pretty trashed on Friday anyway.”
Denise giggled, “My husband will beat off so many times tonight while thinking about what we might be doing that his dick will be sore tomorrow. And man! The third degree he’s going to give me tomorrow night! We probably won’t stop fucking until sunup on Saturday!” I giggled, too.
Later that afternoon, Sara, a junior attorney I had worked with a few times called me and asked me to come to her office. “Ah Betty, thanks for coming so quickly,” She said with a pleased smile.
I looked her over. Sara was very pretty – 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 business suit, and very shapely legs in black nylons and high heels. All that put together with her big blue eyes, full lips and generous dimples made her look absolutely yummy! She had blonde eyebrows, too, which made me wonder about the color of her pubic hair.
“Always pleased to work with you, Sara,” I beamed and touched her shoulder lightly as I stood by her desk instead of across from her. I didn’t want to seem confrontational, “Oooo,” I added, “I just love your perfume!”
“Thanks,” she gave me a slow blink of her long lashes, “Paul made up this list of three cases for me,” Paul was another of the firm’s paralegals, “But you’re the best, and I was wondering when I could get you to research these for me. I need a draft of all the legal opinions in them and how the decisions went. Now I know you are tied up with Tom Bartry for the rest of today, but I won’t need this until Monday at the latest. What do you think?” She looked at me beseechingly. I knew Paul could do it, but there was some risk of sloppy work, as Paul wasn’t the sharpest tack on the pegboard.
I nodded, “I have plans tonight, and I’m checked out to Mr. Bartry tomorrow morning. I could finish most of it tomorrow afternoon, but it will take an hour or so into the evening to wrap it up.”
“That would be perfect!” She grinned, “Tell you what, my husband is out of town this weekend, so why don’t we gather up the research material you would need to finish, and you come home with me. I’ll fix us a nice dinner while you work, and you’ll get a couple of hours of overtime. Then we can have a drink or two afterwards. Please say yes! It’ll be fun!”
I grinned back, “Yes.” I didn’t have a clue if she had any sexual intentions toward me, but I sure hoped she did. “It sounds like it would be fun.” I touched her shoulder and let my fingers linger there a moment, “Sara, would it freak you out if I kissed you?” I don’t know what possessed me to ask an attorney a question like that. I could scarcely believe the words came out of my mouth.
Sara looked a little startled but not as much as I would have expected, so maybe she had been thinking the same thing about me. After a moment she responded slowly, “Yes, it would freak me out a bit, here in the office. Try that question again after I’ve had a couple of drinks. I get pretty uninhibited after a little alcohol.”
“Mmm,” I gave her my friendliest grin, “Now I’m really looking forward to tomorrow night.”
She suddenly looked a little uncomfortable, “But you had best give me room in case I say no, Betty. For now, the offer is dinner, overtime and a couple of drinks, okay?”
“Of course!” I beamed, fairly confident that I would be able to seduce her since she was evidently at least considering the possibility. Reluctantly, I smiled good-bye and took my hand off her shoulder. I turned at the door to give her another smile, and she smiled back.
For the rest of the day at work, I pretty much worked. Thanks to my little interlude in the basement, I had gotten most of my mind back. Still, every now and then, I would remember I was wearing Denise’s panties. Panties with the brunette’s pussy smell on them now pressed snugly against my own pussy. Thinking that would make me squirm a little and glance at my watch, but then I would get back to work.
Lisa had really changed me. Or maybe it was something in me that was finally liberated through Lisa. Suddenly I was a raving lesbian sex maniac, or at least that is how I feel now, who knows about tomorrow or the next day? I did realize that life is a process, not the achieving of a single goal, and I was very much in the middle of some process. It worried me a little, but not much, and the fact that I wasn’t worried much, makes me worry even more. One thing that kept me from worrying too much was the fact that I felt so happy about the way things were going. I just can’t wait for what tonight would unfold!