Loading...(Dedicated to my sweetheart Deni, and my precious Penny, who helped me to discover and appreciate my own sexuality. You both will always have a special place in my heart that no others can ever occupy.)
It was another beautiful early summer morning in this land ‘down under’ … in this wonderful picturesque land of Australia. When I first arrived here on ‘assignment’ for the corporation I was employed by in the United States, I was sure I would hate it.
But now I knew I was going to ‘hate to leave it.’ And what was even worst, I knew the time to leave was closing in on me. I was scheduled to leave at the end of this week.
The sun was just coming up over the horizon as I got out of the shower and stood in front of the floor to ceiling length mirror in my bedroom. I had just finished drying myself and I was looking at my reflection in the mirror. There was a ‘battle’ going on in my thought processes as I struggled to separate the two distinct parts of my personality … the two ‘Dottie’s’ that lived within my soul; the ‘good Dottie’ and the ‘naughty Dottie.’ The ‘good Dottie’ was a responsible married and successful junior corporate executive. She was the part of me that always conformed to the normal dictates of society … that was raised in very strict Catholic surroundings.
The ‘naughty Dottie’ was a very highly sensual sexually alive part of me. The ‘naughty Dottie’ loved sex in all its forms, longed to feel a big man inside of her, loved multiple partners, loved to explore, to seek out new adventures and also loved to be touched and to touch another woman on occasion.
Right at this moment the ‘naughty Dottie’ part of my mind was speaking to me. “Go ahead Dottie,” I heard my mind say. “This is a special day. You know Penny is coming back from her vacation today. You know how much you want her. You know you don’t have much time left before you return to the United States. Go ahead … dress really sexy today!”
As I reached over to my little makeup table, I knew the ‘naughty Dottie’ part of me was beginning to prevail. I knew it as I applied my makeup with particular care making sure that my full lips were perfectly outlined. As I finished applying my makeup, I reached over to my chest of drawers and took out my special black leather bra that was still encased in its original package. I had bought this bra a month ago ‘on a whim’ I told myself at the time and yet, even at that time, ‘naughty Dottie’ knew better. I had very generous breasts in comparison to Penny’s breasts and today I wanted so much for Penny to really take notice of them.
“Funny,” I thought to myself, “how I always compare myself to Penny.”
Penny was a thirty year old beautiful blonde Aussie that didn’t look over twenty-one years old. Her hair was the color of golden wheat, a little less then shoulder length, and the way it flowed so freely about her head, it reminded me of a wheat field in the Midwestern United States so ready for harvesting with its stalks of wheat blowing softly in the autumn wind. But it was her figure that made me swallow hard with a loud ‘gulping sound’ … not once, but several times.
She looked as though she just stepped out of the centerfold of some upscale artistic nature magazine! It was easy to tell she spent a lot of time outdoors. Her complexion was lightly tanned as though it was a tan kind of ‘left over’ from the past summer. Her beautiful red lips reminded me of a doll I used to have as a child, so full and perfectly shaped. She was of medium height and had a very trim build with everything seemingly in the right place.
But it was her breasts and her buttocks that were the ‘main attraction.’ “No more than 32 B’s,” I thought to myself as I ‘ogled’ her breasts. But they are firm and filled out the simple cotton dress or tank top that she often wore. It was very obvious she didn’t need a bra … and it was equally obvious she very seldom if ever, wore one. The modest ‘points’ of her nipples protruding outward from the front of her dress top left no doubt of that. And she had an almost perfect smallish ‘ass’ that sort of billowed out slightly and then curved back inward in precise round mounds.
The more I thought of Penny standing here in front of the mirror, the more I could feel my arousal slightly awakening. After I got my bra on, I took a moment to look at it in the mirror. This particular bra had two cups, with sheer ‘see thru’ and embroidered tops with the solid material part of the cup ending just above my nipples. Even though I was very proud of my firm breasts this bra gave me a little extra lift and that too had the effect of putting me into a sexual frame of mind. I had very large nipples and this bra did little to hide that fact. “Penny will surely notice my breasts today,” I thought to myself and I felt even more excitement building up inside of me with this thought floating around in my mind.
This new ‘excitement’ instilled more daring within my inner being. I reached into the drawer again and this time retrieved my black leather crotchless peek a boo thongs. These too were still in their original package, just as they were when I bought them. As I stepped into the thongs and pulled them slowly up over my thighs I felt my ‘naughtiness’ and my excitement becoming even more intense. The thongs barely covered my vagina. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my massive pubic black hair billowing out on all sides and the plumpness of my outer vagina lips peeking out from the slit of the crotch part of the thongs. At this point in my dressing I could feel the wetness beginning between my legs. The feeling of ‘leather’ next to my skin was having its effect. “I look so fucking sexy,” I thought to myself as I looked at my image in the mirror. The more I looked, the more I could feel myself taking on a different ‘personality.’ As the moisture increased building up between my legs, I began to feel that familiar need for ‘release’ … a release that only sex could provide.
There wasn’t any longer any doubt in my mind … today the ‘naughty Dottie’ would prevail!!!
I put on a very tight fitting, flimsy short dress today. The straight skirt part ended high up on my thighs. I knew my thighs were much more muscular than Penny’s and I wanted Penny to notice that. After I slipped on my high heels, the pair with the four inch spiked heels, I again examined myself in the mirror. “Damn it Dottie,” I thought to myself, “you look fucking good baby.” I knew this was the ‘naughty Dottie’ part of my mind speaking to me and I didn’t care! I wanted to look especially pretty for Penny today … I wanted her … no; I ‘needed’ her to be attracted to me today!
“All I have to do is touch myself … just a slight manipulation of my clit and I would flood the room with my orgasm,” I thought to myself. But, I fought that urge! I didn’t want this state of mind I was in to pass. I didn’t want this ‘sexual urgency’ … this powerful need for sexual release that was flowing throughout my brain and body to go away. I wanted to ‘save’ myself for Penny. And yet, I wasn’t sure why!
“I’m ready,” I thought to myself as I left my apartment and walked to my car. “As ready as I will ever be,” I continued thinking to myself feeling the distinct courageous tremors of exhilaration flowing throughout my body.
As I drove across the bridge into downtown Hobart the sun was just coming up over the horizon, and its first rays were reflecting off the waters of the Bay and Constitution Dock. The boats were bobbing peacefully along the dock and for an instant I remembered that I had promised myself I would take a photograph of this place before I left Australia because it always reminded me of a painting … a concept that some talented artist had created in his mind. And yet, here it was right in front of me, in real life and in all its peaceful beauty.
I stopped my car in the parking lot of the Customs House across the street from Constitution Dock. At this time in the early morning, it was an ideal place to park since the only people moving about at this hour of the morning were the people that were somehow related to the workings around the dock and the boats. From here I could walk to the little gourmet coffee shop on the corner.
“Goodness,” I thought to myself, “why do I always get this almost unexplainable tinkling feeling throughout my inner core every time I approached this coffee shop.”
Almost instantly, my mind shifted to the person who had taken me to this gourmet coffee shop in the first place. “Penny” … my mind recalled ‘her’ name in silence! “Penny L.,” I thought again. I felt a recognizable surge of excitement running throughout my body which was the direct result of just having the thoughts of beautiful Penny bouncing around in my thought processes.
“Good Morning Dottie,” I heard the familiar voice of Delilah as I approached the take out coffee counter. “My, you’re really early this morning,” Delilah continued in that sweet Australian accent that always delighted me.
“Good morning to you too Delilah,” I answered her. Penny had introduced me to Delilah. She was the owner of the gourmet coffee shop and in the three months that I had been in Australia, I had never missed a work day morning without stopping here to get my morning coffee.
“Would you like the usual this morning Dottie,” Delilah asked.
“Yes, please Delilah,” I answered. “And oh, please make it ‘two’ caramel lattes this morning,” I continued.
Immediately Delilah’s head snapped around to look at me. “Oh two?” she said. “Now I know why you are so early this morning,” she continued. “Penny must be returning from her vacation … right?”
“Yes she is,” I answered Delilah, the excitement very apparent in the tone of my voice. I knew I was blushing because it always happened to me when I thought of Penny or even when her name was mentioned. For some strange reason, maybe just the ‘coy’ tone of voice coming from Delilah … or call it woman’s intuition … I felt Delilah knew something more about Penny and I than I ever dared to assume.
“Penny … beautiful, vibrant, Penny.” While Delilah was making my lattes, my mind was flashing back to the very first day I had met Penny. It was my first day in the office. I was sent here as a kind of advisor by the corporation I worked for in the United States. The company Penny was working for was merging resources with our corporation which meant both Penny’s company and the corporation in the United States would be in some kind of a limited partnership. Penny was the ‘liaison’ between her company and my corporation. Part of her ‘duties’ would be to submit ‘progressive’ reports on how the merger was progressing to both companies. But she would also be acting as my guide here around the office and would also act as my kind of ‘chaperone’ around and in Hobart, this beautiful little city in Australia.
For some reason, I always pictured a ‘chaperone’ to be an older person and yet here was this very beautiful young woman that would be acting as my chaperone.
The very first time I looked into Penny’s eyes … I knew this was going to be a relationship that would be different. Our eyes seemed to ‘lock’ on one another’s and they seemed to speak a language all their own. It was the strangest feeling I ever had. Her beautiful blue eyes were speaking to my hazel green eyes … and our lips were not moving at all!
The almost perfect ‘slope’ from Penny’s breasts to her tiny waist gave one the impression that she did a lot of upper body exercise. I found myself wishing I could put my hands on both sides of her waist … “just to reaffirm with my hands the ‘slenderness’ of what my eyes were seeing,” I thought to myself. It just seemed so damn inviting to do so! Her hips flared out just enough to give her the ‘finishing touches’ of a very feminine figure. The front of the dress she was wearing was flat against her tummy and curved inward from her ‘mons pubis’ to just between her legs as though anyone noticing couldn’t help but ‘imagine’ what lied in between those well formed thighs.
Her legs were shaped like those of an athlete … “a runner no doubt,” I thought silently in my mind. Well formed thighs that cascaded downward in perfect womanly curves to calves and ankles that seemed to be the work of a very talented sculpturer. Our initial ‘introduction’ only took a few minutes … yet over the next three months it was replayed in my mind over and over again as though a video recorder was stuck to the ‘replay’ mode. It was the first vision I saw in my awakening mind in the morning … and the last thing I thought of as I fell asleep at night.
As I walked back to my car, I thought of how I would surprise Penny this morning, greeting her with her ‘favorite flavor’ latte. I knew Penny would be at the office at six a.m. sharp. Both she and I had keys to the office but she almost always opened up the office for the day arriving three hours before anyone else. “Yes,” I thought to myself, “this was Penny’s first day back from a four week vacation. And I would be there a little earlier than her so I would be the very first one to see her.”
Penny was returning today from her trip to the outback. She and her husband loved to camp, to go out in the ‘outback’ … to ‘bush bash’ with her ‘four wheel’ vehicle as she said many times in her sweet … oh goodness, her so sweet Australian accent and that always made my heart skip a few beats at the first sound of her voice. I also knew this was the time of the year that Penny ‘strut her stuff’ (another one of her sweet Australian terms) along the beaches getting her dark early summer tan. She had shown me pictures of her ‘trip’ last year … and I couldn’t wait to see her in ‘newly’ tanned smooth skin.
I parked my car in the rear of the parking lot so Penny wouldn’t see it when she arrived. I wanted this to be a complete surprise. It was 5:30 a.m. as I let myself into the office. I sat down at my desk and began to think to myself in relation to Penny.
I was 39 nine years old. I, like Penny, was married. I felt much more mature then Penny having been in the tough corporate business world in the United States. My body was also much more mature than Penny’s. My 36C breasts were much larger than hers, and I wasn’t nearly as trim as Penny. But I was always told I was quite attractive and more than once I turned down ‘proposals’ by my ‘business’ associates to ‘grace’ their bed! I went to the gym often, tried to ‘work out’ as much as I could and was confident with myself. Yet … there was something about Penny’s innocent ‘persona’ that always made me feel uncomfortable … that made me feel like she somehow ‘knew’ I had more that the usual feelings about her.
Now as I sat here at my desk, recalling and thinking back at my preparations this morning, I again felt my arousal building up. I knew my thinking and actions this morning were going to be governed by the aroused sexual state of mind I was in … and I didn’t care! I tried to think back to the first and last time I was with a woman. “Oh God Dottie,” I heard my mind telling me, “it was in college … and that seemed like almost an eternity ago.”
Her name was Deni … beautiful, wonderful Deni. She was almost perfect in very way. She had a perfectly structured face, high cheek bones, sensuous full lips, abundant dark hair that always seemed to be flowing in the wind. She had a petite frame, magnificent breasts and her tom-boyish characteristics captured a place in my heart that is, to this very day, reserved for only her. She taught me everything, how to appreciate nature on long hikes, how to cherish all life on earth in all its forms, how to ski which she did so effortlessly it seemed she, the snow, and the skis were one and the same. And … she taught me how to love her and make love to her which she returned tenfold!
Now, as I sat here for a minute, it seemed I was drifting back in time, back to my first time, back to the time when Deni and I were with each other in bed. The more my mind drifted backward, the more I swear I could remember and hear almost every spoken word.
I had known Deni for only two months at that time, and although I had seen her in bra and panties while we were dressing, I had never seen her naked … not until today. I was sharing a room on campus with Deni on a temporary basis during this period and was beginning to know her better each day. I was just beginning to appreciate and admire her ‘athleticism’ and her ‘excellence’ in everything she did when she invited me to spend the weekend with her at a ski chalet she had rented. She promised to give me ‘skiing’ lessons. I eagerly accepted and now we were here on the slopes. The sun had gone down, it was getting dark and we had just finished skiing for the day. We had gone to her rented chalet and each taken a shower separately. When I come out of the shower, Deni had two hot cups of chocolate and a sandwich made for each of us.
It was a very small one room chalet. An open kitchen with a small breakfast bar separated the bar from the sleeping area. It was while sitting at the breakfast bar, drinking my hot chocolate and eating my sandwich and making ‘small talk’ with Deni that I noticed for the first time there was only one smallish bed in the sleeping area.
I also noticed at the time that Deni had slipped on a very short silk robe that bordered on being transparent. The only thing that kept the robe from being completely transparent was the ‘strategically’ placed solid flower prints that covered her breasts and partly covered her vagina area. “God, she looks so sexy,” I remembered thinking to myself more in an ‘admiring’ frame of mind than an explicit ‘sexual’ sense. The robe Deni was wearing seemed to be saying to anyone looking at her, ‘see what you can and just imagine what is behind the flower prints.’ In a word … it was tantalizing!!!
I had put on a white terry cloth robe after my shower. “I should have brought something better,” I thought to myself after seeing Deni’s robe. However, at the time I had opted for comfort rather than appearance.
Deni was the first to get up from the breakfast bar. We had just finished our chocolate and sandwich and she put the cups in the sink. “We’ll leave these go until morning,” Deni said as she headed for the bed in the other part of the chalet.
I didn’t argue and followed Deni. Even though I had shared a bed with other girls in an emergency and felt a little comfort in remembering the times when I shared a bed with my sister at a younger age, I still felt uncomfortable with the ‘sleeping’ arrangements here in the chalet. After all, I had not known Deni that long and the thoughts of sharing a bed with her caused me a little uneasiness. Yet, I didn’t want to seem ‘unappreciative’ at accepting Deni’s invitation for the skiing lessons, and since Deni make it seem like the most natural thing to do, I decided not to embarrass myself by acting so apprehensive.
I got my overnight bag and put it on the chair by ‘my’ side of the bed. I purposely kept my eyes straight ahead as I walked to the chair but out of the corner of my eye I could see Deni take off her robe, linger for just a moment as though she ‘knew’ I was looking her, and then get into bed pulling the blanket up over her.
I had just opened my overnight bag when I heard Deni’s voice.
“What are you doing Dottie?” Deni said.
“Oh … ah, I’m getting my jamies,” I replied to Deni.
“Why?” Deni asked in a very low tone of voice.
“Why … why … why,” Deni’s question hit my brain like a ton of bricks. “How do you answer a question like that,” I thought to myself. I knew what that ‘why’ implied! Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I ‘knew’ what that question meant and yet I felt myself struggling to answer. I felt a little shiver go from the bottom of my feet to the top my head. “Easy Dottie,” I said to myself. “Deni is only another girl … just like you!”
“Wel … well … I just thought … ahh, I thought I should wear … ahh … something warm,” I finally replied to Deni. As soon as that answer left my lips I realized how stupid it sounded.
“Oh really,” Deni replied with a little ‘giggle’ sound to her voice. “Or are you afraid to be naked in bed with me,” she continued in a very even confident tone of voice.
Deni was twenty-two years old, just three years older than my nineteen years of age. Yet I suddenly felt like I was more like a much younger child being challenged … challenged to act ‘more my age.’
While Deni was talking to me, she had shut off the bright lights and turned on the nightstand light. The light from the nightstand was a very soft glowing yellow and the lamp itself was sort of a ‘turnstile’ type the shined on the ceiling and walls filling the room with different patterns of flowers. The methodical movement of the flower patterns on the walls and ceiling seemed to lend a peaceful atmosphere to the room.
This time I didn’t answer. Rather I swallowed hard, closed my overnight bag, took my robe off and quickly got into my side of the bed.
“Now,” Deni said in a soft humorous tone of voice. “I didn’t bite you, did I?”
Deni’s humorous tone of voice somehow gave me some comfort and reassurance. I turned my head to face Deni. “No, … I guess … ahh … I guess not,” I replied cursing myself under my breath for the nervousness of my own voice in comparison to Deni’s smooth confident voice.
As I turned my head to face Deni I realized I had never been this close to her. “And surely,” I thought to myself, “not naked!” I looked into Deni’s dark eyes and I actually felt like her eyes were looking inside of me … looking inside for some sign of resistance. Then Deni smiled … smiled as though she knew if there was any resistance at all, it was more in the form of a little fear of being so close and naked to another woman for the first time in my life!
Deni brought her hand up to my face, brushed my face cheek lightly and moved her hand backward until the palm of her hand lay on my cheek while her fingers rested on my neck up toward the back of my head. “Dottie, would you like to kiss me?” Deni asked in soft tone of voice. It was a tone of voice that I had never heard before … a tone of voice that had a sound of sincerity to it. Still I felt my chest rise as I took in a deep breath.
I hesitated for a moment. I knew this was something a woman doesn’t do with another woman. “Or do they,” I heard my own mind questioning my inner self again. I looked at Deni’s lips. They were so full, so red, and so damn perfect. I watched as Deni stuck the tip of her tongue out, started at one side of her mouth and slowly ran it along the full length of her lips leaving a little trail of moisture everywhere her tongue had been. Deni also used her fingers on the high part of my neck to give a gentle ‘tug’ … a tug to get me ‘started’ … a tug to give me some encouragement, a ‘sign’ that this was not only what I wanted but what ‘she’ wanted too!
“Ye … yes, … ah … yes,” I finally answered Deni barely able to get that one affirmative and confirming word out my mouth. But Deni wasn’t having any of that!
“Tell me Dottie,” Deni said to me now in a somewhat teasing tone of voice. “Tell me what you want to do.”
“I want to … I want to … oh geeze Deni, I want to kiss you,” I said this time letting my emotions take over control of me.
Immediately Deni tugged my head a little harder and I voluntarily moved the rest of the way. Our lips touched, softly at first then a little harder. I was amazed at the softness of her lips … “so different than a man’s lips,” I thought to myself. Deni’s tongue parted my lips slowly and I felt a jolt of exhilaration go through my body as her tongue met my tongue. I felt her arms go around me and pull me closer to her until her breasts touched my breasts … nipples to nipples.
Where a moment ago we had been ‘two’ women, now, suddenly I felt as though we became one! I knew my nipples were hard. They had stiffened at the first touch of Deni’s tongue on my tongue. I felt relieved that Deni’s nipples were stiff too … relieved to know that I was not the only one that felt my arousal awakening.
Deni took her mouth away from my mouth, and I rested my head on her shoulder content to let her take the lead. I felt her hand leave my back and travel slowly down to my breast. Then she took one finger and drew what felt like circles all around my breast starting at the very bottom. Each time she completed a ‘circle’ she brought her finger higher and higher on my breast and the circle became tighter and tighter as though she was outlining a spiral up to the nipple.
Then she took the palm of her hand and began making ‘circles’ around my nipple. I let out a deep ‘ahhh’ surprising myself at hearing my involuntary own raspy voice react to these new sensations the manipulation of Deni’s hand was having on me. I remembered thinking somehow my nipples must be ‘connected’ to my vagina because I felt the first urges of my inner vagina lips as they began to pulsate and throb as though they were coordinated in a cadence with my nipples.
Deni took my hand and led it to her breast. “Do the same to me Dottie,” she said in a much more excited tone of voice. “Do it exactly the way I did it.”
I didn’t resist … not a bit! The sensations running throughout my body and throughout my thought processes forbid any kind of resistance on my part now. I was rapidly approaching the point of ‘no return.’ As soon as my hand touched Deni’s breast my hand felt like it had a life of its own. It did exactly what it wanted to do and followed the same path Deni’s hand had. Then I laid the outstretched palm of my hand on Deni’s stiffened nipple.
“Oh God … God, Deni … oh goodness Deni, you feel so … so good,” I said as I began making circle motions on her breast while picking up my head off of Deni’s shoulders and looking into her eyes.
“I know honey … I know,” Deni answered in a very soft knowledgeable tone of voice. “Kiss me again.”
And I did!!! This time I kissed Deni. This time it was my tongue that sought out Deni’s tongue. This time it was me that wanted more!
“Kiss my breasts,” Deni had told me in a ‘teaching’ tone of voice as she tried to lead me through this new beginning … this new experience.
I hesitated for a moment at this new instruction as though my mind was trying to evaluate and decide whether this was ‘right’ or ‘wrong.’ It felt like a battle of sorts was taking place in my brain … a battle of ‘morals.’
Deni could sense my fear! As a matter of fact, she told me later that she liked the thought of ‘taking’ someone new on what she thought of as a ‘once in a lifetime’ adventure. Deni began issuing instructions …
“Take my nipples in your mouth now,” again Deni was leading me. “Use your lips … now your tongue … taste me, taste me,” Deni continued. The instructions were coming so fast I didn’t think I could keep up with them and yet I didn’t have the will power nor did I dare not follow the ‘teaching’ voice above me.
My heart rate was increasing. I remembered how her stiff nipples were getting harder and harder in my mouth. I remembered the sensation of feeling I was giving her pleasure, how her breathing was becoming more and more intense, how her voice sounded with the little ‘oh’s and ah’s’ coming from her mouth and from deep within her body all from what my mouth and tongue were doing to her. And by giving her this pleasure my own arousal was taking place almost automatically as I felt the first signs of the moisture building up between my legs begin its flow outward. I felt her hands in my hair, gripping and moving my head around, urging me on and on. Then I felt her hands push my head down, down until my head was on her belly.
“Kiss Deni’s belly button,” Deni’s voice came from high above me. “Wet Deni’s belly button with your tongue, and lick it, make little circles around it with your tongue.” The tone of Deni’s voice had changed. The words coming from her lips weren’t any longer instructions … now they were more like commands … commands coming from a third party and this tactic of Deni’s speaking in the third person gave me a strange comfort. It made me less self-conscious of where this was all going. It made me feel like what we were doing couldn’t possibly be wrong … or bad!
Deni’s hands pushed my head gently lower until my face was on her mound. I felt the softness of her pubic hair on my chin and on my nose. Then suddenly the grip Deni’s hands had in my hair loosened. The pushing stopped. Now instead Deni was running her hands gently back and forth through my hair. She was now ‘petting’ me … petting me as though I was a puppy, a kitten … a pet!
“Deni … Deni … I’m … ah … I’m scared,” I said to Deni. “I … I don’t … ah … I don’t know.”
“Listen to Deni my sweet darling little girl,” Deni said to me, her voice shifting back to a very soft tone. “Listen to Deni carefully. When you are with someone you love, and when you are making love to that special person, don’t let your head speak to your heart. Rather let your heart speak to your head.”
With these words from Deni, my fear subsided a little and I dared to let my hands venture a bit. I ran my one hand over her hip, and then slowly let my fingers travel from her hip to her upper thigh. My fingers felt so cold against Deni’s very warm skin. I had never touched another woman like this and the excitement of making this initial contact was causing my breathing to increase.
I felt Deni’s one hand leave my hair, move down the side of my face and then felt her fingers on my lips. She ran her fingers along the length of my lips and slowly returned to the middle of my mouth.
“Open baby,” again I heard the soft, almost hypnotizing tone of Deni’s voice above me.
“Open … open …,” I heard my own voice inside of my head repeating the instructions from Deni! “Is that what she wants me to do?”
My lips quivered a little but they parted ever so slightly. I felt Deni’s beautifully manicured fingernails prying slightly on the little opening of my lips and then finally enter my mouth. Immediately, almost automatically I closed my lips around the two fingers in my mouth. Again, almost as though it was the most natural thing to do, I started to suck on Deni’s fingers.
“Yes, yes, baby, that’s right … be a good girl and suck on Deni’s fingers … yes, yes … get them all wet,” Deni said again in that ‘teaching’ tone of voice.
I felt a new sensation running throughout my body, throughout my mind and my breathing was becoming more labored as I felt Deni’s fingers exploring first my tongue, then the roof of my mouth, even my teeth! For a moment I felt as though I ‘belonged’ to Deni, that she could do whatever she wanted with me, and that feeling of being subservient to this beautiful woman beside me was encouraging me even more.
I felt Deni’s fingers, now soaked with my salvia leave my mouth. I watched from this vantage point of my head on her belly as her fingers disappeared between her legs. I watched intently as her hand stroked back and forth and I knew she was playing with herself. I watched as though hypnotized as her beautiful hand, the hand that had just been stroking her own vagina came back into my view and was coming closer and closer to my mouth. She ran the thoroughly wet fingers all over my lips and mouth coating everything the fingers touched with my own saliva and with the sticky substance of her vagina juices.
“See,” I heard Deni’s voice again. “Deni wants your mouth and lips totally nice and wet. Deni’s going to put that mouth and those lips to good use soon.”
“To good use …,” the words were bouncing around in my own thought processes as my mind was running on full power now. “I think … I think I know what she means,” I heard my own mind saying. And yet, my own inexperience was preventing me from admitting what I knew to be almost factual!
I felt Deni’s hand and soaked fingers leave my mouth and lips and move down over my shoulders until … until I felt her wet fingers were making little circles on first my one nipple, then the other nipple. My nipples were already stiff with the exhilaration of what was taking place between us. Deni’s hand now cupped my one breast. She had taken a hard grip of my complete breast alternately squeezing and loosening it. Then she took my one nipple between her finger and her thumb and squeezed … harder and harder!
“Oh God … oh goodness … oh, oh, damn … ahhh … geeze, oh that hurts … please, please,” I almost screeched to Deni.
“Of course it hurts,” Deni said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice as she released that nipple. “But I can do that if I want to … can’t I?”
“I … I …,” I couldn’t answer Deni not only because of my surprise at her sudden dominance over me but also at my disappointment that she had released my nipple.
“God it did hurt,” I was thinking to myself, “but it also felt so damn good.”
“Answer me,” Deni’s voice again broke my train of thought. “I can do that if I want to, can’t I?”
“Oh … oh … yes, yes,” I stuttered a bit trying to answer Deni astonished at my own submissiveness … at my surrender to this woman I admired so much.
As I felt Deni’s hand leave my breast and push down on my head I knew without a doubt the destination of my head. As soon I felt Deni’s pubic hair on my face … as soon as I felt her wetness on my lips I knew I was lost. As I automatically ran my tongue over her plumb outer vagina lips I knew I was entering another world … a world that I would never forget.
“Oh God yes baby … yes, yes, yes” Deni’s excited voice came from high above me. “Suck honey girl … that’s it, now run your tongue along the whole length of Deni’s pussy … good, good … now in and out … oohhhh yes, that’s it, good.”
I did exactly as the voice above me directed. My tongue, my lips, my nose, my whole face was soaked with all of Deni’s love juices. I was amazed at how much Deni flowed! The slight scent of Deni’s excited vagina mixed in with the delightful perfume she was wearing and the ‘taste’ of Deni herself was now taking me into another place, another time, and I felt the powerful urge for more … and more … and more!
I was getting braver and braver as I ran my tongue inside of her puffy outer vagina lips … inside until I ran my tongue along the soft membranes I found there. Now even my nose was penetrating her vagina and I could actually feel the inside of Deni’s vagina pulsating, contracting and then uncontracting. I could feel Deni’s hips begin to move up and down and I knew that familiar ‘fucking’ motion she was making with her hips meant she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm.
I ran my tongue upward … searching and searching for what I knew from exploring my own vagina was there. And then I found it. I remember how excited I was the first time my tongue touched her clit … the first time I realized I had done this on my own. I pushed my mouth in even further until I had Deni’s engorged clit between my lips. I alternately sucked on it and ran my tongue along its length.
“Oooohhhhh shit … ooohhhhh fuck baby, yes, yes, yes … oh Jesus Christ … you’re doing it honey … oh shit, keep doing it … don’t stop honey … I’m getting there … yes, shit … yes, I’m going to cum … I’m … I’m going to cum …” Deni’s voice tone was almost in a state of hysteria … her psychic, sensory, vasomotor, and visceral functions were beyond her own control now. Her womanly instinct to ‘procreate’ had taken over and even though it was my ‘tongue’ instead of a man’s penis, that instinct was one and the same!
I felt Deni’s thighs encircle my whole head, squeezing tighter and tighter as she frenziedly fucked my mouth and face trying to almost swallow me up. I could barely catch my breath as I felt myself smothering there as I reached down to touch my own totally soaked vagina. I barely got my fingers inside of my vagina when I felt Deni’s foot move up between my legs and push my hand away.
I didn’t resist … I couldn’t resist! I felt Deni’s big toe move back and forth along the entire length of my vagina. Every movement of Deni’s foot stimulated me further and made me automatically suck on her clit harder. Yet like a movie playing in slow motion in my mind I had the sensation of ‘seeing’ as I ‘felt’ every movement of Deni’s foot. I ‘felt’ and could ‘see’ Deni’s foot turn sideways as she pushed slightly inward on my vagina separating my outer vagina lips. I felt her big toe barely enter me, then another toe, and another toe, and another toe. Deni’s whole foot was only partly in me when my own procreative instincts took over. I push my hips down and began my own ‘fucking’ motion on Deni’s foot.
Deni got us into an almost perfect rhythm. As my tongue would go into her vagina, her foot would go into my vagina. As soon as my tongue would begin its outward motion so would Deni’s foot start its outward motion. Like a great symphony orchestra with all of the different instruments filling the room with sweet music and becoming one, so had Deni and I became one … we had become a perfect ‘fucking’ machine!!!
And like the symphony orchestra reaching its ‘crescendo’ so were we reaching our peak! I could feel Deni’s breathing becoming rapid as she increased the movement of her hips and I worked hard with my own hips to ‘match’ the movement of her hips. My vagina was stretched wide and just as I swore I was taking Deni’s complete foot within me I heard the frantic voice of Deni’s above me again … and I knew from that sound that every nerve in her body was begging for release as was mine!
“Now Dottie baby … oh shit, now, now, now … let’s cum together … oh my God … oh yes, yes, yes … together baby, together … I’m going honey … oh yes, I’m going … cum with me … oooohhhhhhhhh, oooohhhhhhhhhh …” Deni’s voice was screaming in a tone I had never heard before.
The explosion taking place between us was powerful as we both went over the top together! It felt as though the whole world and everyone in it had detonated and separated into a million different pieces. As our breathing was beginning to subside, Deni reached down for me and brought me up to her side. She hugged me tight as we came down from our high and the earth and everyone in it slowly … oh so very slowly … came back together again. We hugged and kissed ten thousand times that night and never let go of one another!
That ‘relationship’ lasted for almost two years and during this time I became aware of how wonderful and sexually rewarding a ‘woman to woman’ relationship could be. I had reached heights of ecstasy and rapturous delight that at times left me totally exhausted and absolutely like I was living on top of the world. Many times I wondered how Deni, at twenty two years of age, could possibly know so much about love … and sex!
Even though I was married now and was deeply in love with my husband, that ‘lesbian encounter’ became an ‘ingrained’ part of my human emotions. Somewhere, someplace deep within me, it laid there dormant, asleep … and now, well over twenty years later, Penny had awakened it again!
I had gotten to the office five minutes before six a.m., and let myself in. It seemed like hours but I knew it was only a few minutes before I heard the familiar sound of Penny’s ‘four-wheeler,’ as she called her vehicle, pull up. I grasped, swallowed hard, and could feel my body begin to tremble ever so slightly. “She’s here … she’s here … she’s here,” those words reverberated again and again in rapid succession through my mind.
Then the door opened and Penny was standing in the doorway. The full morning sun was just rising above the horizon and the rays from the sun were in the back of Penny. When she opened the door she was suddenly silhouetted with rays of bright sunshine outlining her youthful frame. For a moment, she appeared as a dark shadow against the sunshine … almost as though she had just stepped out of a dream! Then I heard her sweet voice and that, oh so damn familiar Australian accent … the same voice and accent that suddenly always made me feel as though I was melting away.
“Good morning Dottie,” Penny said as she closed the door. “Darn, you are really early this morning.” As Penny closed the door, the dark shadow disappeared and she came into full view. The early morning sunshine still flowed in through the ceiling to floor windows on both sides of the door and the room seemed to be filled with a golden brilliance.
I swallowed hard again and got up from my desk. “Jesus Penny, God you are really tanned, I said.” We had a very relaxed dress code in this office and “by goodness,” I thought to myself, “Penny is taking full advantage of it today.”
She was dressed in a white sleeveless tank top that was cut very low. It showed her modest cleavage, and her pert and youthful breasts were perfectly outlined against the silky material of the top. The material of the top had little vertical ridges that for some reason, seemed to me to be strategically placed throughout the top. Each of Penny’s nipples were protruding outward in between these ridges on each side and tended to accentuate the firmness of her breasts. A very short yellow and flowered skirt covered Penny from the bottom of the tank top to high above her modest and perfectly formed thighs. Again the illusion of a dream filled me.
“Oh yes Dottie, I got myself a really great tan this time out,” Penny said in a highly excited tone of voice as though she couldn’t wait for others to see her tan.
I was only two feet from Penny now, standing right in front of her. “Did you get the tan … ah, ah … well, all over?” I replied to Penny looking straight into her very blue eyes. For a moment I wondered to myself where I got to courage to say this.
Penny giggled making a sweet childish sound with her voice. “Oh goodness Dottie, do you really, really want to know that,” she said.
I moved even closer to Penny … so close I could watch her lips forming the last few words as she was speaking … so close I could feel the soft breath of her voice on my own lips.
“Yes my sweet precious Penny,” I answered unconsciously using a tone of voice that was full of sexual connotations. “Yes, yes … I really, really want to know,” I continued.
“Well then,” Penny replied, “why don’t you have a look for yourself?”
Again I looked directly into her eyes. I was looking for some encouragement, some reassurance, some sign of what my ears just heard was for real! “Did she really mean that?” I thought to myself. “Is she really inviting me to look?”
“Be damn sure of it Dottie,” the voice inside of my head was screaming at me. “Be fucking sure … don’t blow this chance. Don’t fuck it up!” In complying with the ‘voice’ I moved closer to Penny and put each of my hands on the sides of her face. With my fingers on her face cheeks, I squeezed just a little bit … just enough to make her beautiful red lips almost form what appeared to be a heart shape.
I had kissed Penny on her face cheek just before she left on her vacation under the pretense I was wishing her a ‘happy vacation’ … but in my heart I knew it was more than that. I was slowly but surely falling in love with her. I even put my mouth close to her ear and whispered ‘I love you’ to her. Penny had turned to look into my eyes at that time as though she was trying to ‘decipher’ exactly what those words meant, to determine whether this was just my way of saying ‘I care a little more then usual’ or whether there was a more in debt meaning. Then after a long pause, she whispered back to me those three magic words … ‘I love you too, Dottie.’ And those three words were my ‘sustenance’ these pass four weeks while she was gone!
Now I ‘tugged’ her head very gently forward. I knew I had to be sure Penny wanted this … I couldn’t do it if she showed the slightest bit of resistance. Penny didn’t resist! It was only three inches to Penny’s lips … and yet it may as well have been ten miles they seemed so far away … so forbidden! My lips were visibly trembling when they made the first contact with Penny’s lips. I held my lips there very softly … waiting, waiting, and waiting. I needed some kind of response from Penny … and I feared the worst! I waited for her to pull away, to slap my face … anything!
Instead … I felt Penny’s arms go under my arms and around my back. At the same time she pushed her lips harder onto my lips, harder still! In a flash of a second both her lips and my lips became one, her mouth and my mouth became one. My heart was beating faster and faster and I was becoming more daring as I let my tongue run across the whole length of Penny’s lips. I was tasting the soft texture of her lips and her lipstick for the first time! I felt Penny’s tongue on my lips.
“She’s following you stupid,” the voice inside of my head was again screaming at me. “She wants this as much as you do … go for it … go for it.” And I did!!! Our tongues touched, and then intertwined. Penny pushed her tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it by squeezing my lips around it. She pulled her tongue back and I pushed my tongue into her waiting mouth. Penny welcomed my tongue in the same manner.
Penny was the first one to break contact. She put her head on my shoulder very close to my face. I encircled her with my arms and placed my face on her shoulder in the same manner. Our face cheeks were touching. I could feel her breasts against my breasts. We were both breathing heavily and the breathing seemed to be synchronized. We would both breathe inward together and outward together. Every time we would inhale our breasts would touch, nipples to nipples. I could feel my smelling senses filling with the fragrance of Penny … her favorite perfume called ‘Sundance’ filled my nostrils with the scent of flowers. I swore my face was in the middle of a freshly cut bouquet of mixed flowers and I could smell roses, lilies, violets, gardenias … and they all made my head feel light.
Even though only minutes had passed, it seemed like an hour. We were both silent as though no one wanted to break this spell or to say something to ruin the moment. Then I heard Penny’s sweet, somewhat subdued voice …
“Dot … Dottie … oh God Dottie,” Penny said in almost a whisper. “Oh damn Dottie, I wanted to … I wanted to … ah … I wanted to kiss you for the longest time.”
I knew by the tone of Penny’s voice this was her first time. I knew if it was ever going to go any further, I had to be the one to be assertive now. Her words gave me courage and gave me confidence. I wanted Penny to experience with me what I had experienced with another woman so many years ago. I took my head away from Penny’s shoulders and again looked into her eyes. Her eyes had changed in the last few minutes. They were now a very soft blue … almost a bashful blue. Once again I had the sense that our eyes were talking. Penny’s eyes were saying ‘please’ … my eyes were replying ‘yes!’
“My sweet precious Penny,” I said in my new found confident sexiest tone of voice, “and I wanted to kiss you for the longest time too.” Penny smiled at me, a smile, another bit of reassurance. “But now honey, I want to see all of your tan,” I continued.
As I said that I let my hands drift down slowly on her shoulders. The ‘strap’ pieces of her tank top going over her shoulders were very narrow. Thus her shoulders were almost bare. I let my fingers slide smoothly and deliberately across the smooth and tanned skin of her shoulders purposely following the bone from her shoulder sockets to the nape of her neck. I could feel little tiny ‘goose’ bumps on her skin. Other than breathing a little more heavily, Penny didn’t show any sign of resistance.
“On goodness Penny,” I said as my fingers moved toward her neck. “You are really tan here honey.”
I didn’t give Penny a chance to answer. Rather, just as I finished speaking I moved my head down and kissed the hollow of her neck. Penny moved her head backward a little as though she was welcoming my mouth here … and I consciously took full advantage of her move. I pushed my tongue out and made little circles in the hollow part of her neck. I was savoring the taste of her skin for the second time … and it started a ‘little fire’ in the pit of my stomach.
“Oh God … oh God Dottie … I bloody well feel like … like I’m a bit gone,” Penny said in a high pitched voice. If I wasn’t getting so damned aroused myself, I would have stopped and laughed at the delectable way Penny was describing her excited feelings in her Australian dialect.
“I know baby … Dottie knows honey,” I replied to Penny as I started moving my hands and fingers down to the top of her tank top. I unconsciously decided to start addressing myself in the third person. I seemed to remember my first time and how Deni had put me somewhat at ease as she addressed herself in the third person. At that time it made me much more comfortable instinctively feeling as though a ‘third person’ was controlling both Deni’s and my emotions and we didn’t have much control over them ourselves. We were a ‘team’ and just sort of ‘along for the ride.’
Now I was hoping this would have the same effect on Penny.
As my fingers reached the lace border at the top of Penny’s tank top, I pulled it away from her chest just far enough so I could see her breasts. “Oh my goodness Penny honey, you don’t have a bra on. And sweetheart, golly, your breasts are also tan all over,” I said in a much more mellow teasing tone of voice. I was gaining more and more confidence all the time. I almost felt like Deni must have felt with me the very first time … I was the experienced one, Penny was the novice!
“Oh crikey Dottie … didn’t you know? No one … ah … no one gets dolled up in the outback. We … we don’t wear tops out at the beach in the bush,” Penny replied her voice breaking a little at her seemingly surprise by my latest ‘bold’ gesture.
“But goodness Penny, I just have to be sure you are really all tan here, now don’t I?” I said to Penny in a playing tone of voice and looking at her straight in her eyes. And her eyes didn’t lie … they couldn’t! She knew I was being coy with her. But I could also read ‘anticipation’ in her eyes; the pleasurable expectation that I wasn’t going to stop here … and she was right.
But Penny didn’t answer me. Rather, she too was trying to read my eyes, read my intentions, struggling to try to figure out what was happening. I moved both my hands down to Penny’s waist and to the bottom of Penny’s loose fitting tank top. Again I moved very slowly as I began to pull her tank top up. I wanted to give Penny every chance to stop me, to end it right here … if that’s what she really wanted!
I had Penny’s tank top over her shoulders … still no resistance. Then I pulled it over her head and let it drop to the floor. Penny fluffed her beautiful golden hair and looked straight into my eyes this time. “See Dottie … I told you I was tan all over here,” she said in a nervous tone of voice as she pointed to her breasts.
‘Her breasts’ … my mind was pounding with thoughts as I stared at them. They were perfect. They stuck out straight from her chest, youthful, pert and firm. “Magnificent,” I thought to myself as I looked at the nipples that seemed to be rather large for the size of Penny’s breasts.
“Do something stupid,” the voice inside my head was yelling at me again. “Don’t lose this chance … it may never come again!” I moved my head down and ran my tongue around the dark outside of Penny’s nipple. My tongue felt the goose bumps becoming larger and larger as I ‘teased’ Penny’s nipple ring … first one and then the other. Penny’s arms pulled me closer, inviting me to do more! I took Penny’s nipple in my mouth and began sucking on it … sucking on it just as I imagined a baby would suckle her mother. Penny’s head snapped backward!
“Oh goodness … damn … oh wow Dottie,” Penny screeched in a high tone of voice, “that feels so damn good … so fucking good Dottie,” Penny continued.
I had never heard Penny say the work ‘fuck’ before and I knew using this sort of language was a strong indication that she was becoming highly aroused and I took intense pleasure and satisfaction in the knowledge that what I was doing was having this effect on her.
“Take her … take her Dottie,” the voice inside of my head was shouting at me. “She’s yours … take her, take her.” To comply with this voice, I sucked on Penny’s other nipple, than began to slowly drop to my knees. On the way down I kissed under her breasts, kissed her lower chest, kissed and licked at her belly button tasting her skin, tasting the ‘sunshine’ that had made her beautiful skin so tan! The nerve endings in my brain were reeling, pounding, crashing, with the excitement of the moment and the awareness that I was kneeling in front of beautiful Penny and she was actually letting me have my way.
When I was all the way on my knees I put my nervous and slightly trembling hands on her hips. I turned Penny around slowly and again she didn’t resist. I was now facing her buttocks, the perfect ‘ass’ I had admired for so long. I pulled up the yellow flowered print skirt slowly at first, than faster giving into my own enthusiasm until the skirt was on her hips.
“Oh goodness Penny,” I almost bellowed out in complete surprise. “You aren’t wearing any panties!”
“I … ahh … I know Dottie,” Penny replied in an innocently embarrassed tone of voice. “I don’t wear panties very often.”
Again I was surprised at her admittance that she didn’t wear panties very often. “Wow,” I thought to myself, “how sexy can you get to go without panties right here at the office?”
“Here honey,” I said to Penny. “Hold your skirt up. I want to look closer.”
“Dottie … Dottie, do you … aahh … do you think it’s all right?” Penny replied and I could hear a little bit of fear in the tone of her voice. I was sure this was Penny ‘first time’ with another woman and I remembered my first time … my first time with Deni.
Immediately, almost by instinct, I shifted again to talking in the ‘third person.’ “Of course it’s all right baby,” I said as softly as I could. “Dottie wants to see if you are tan down here too.”
And immediately as Penny took hold of her skirt I could sense her fears subside. “Wow honey, golly, you are really tan down here. But you must have worn a bikini,” I said as I marveled at the deepness of her tan on her buttocks. I was almost transfixed as I followed the deep tan on the sloping cheeks of her ass as it gave way to a lighter skin tone blending into the whiteness of her smooth skin as it disappeared into the valley between the twin mounds.
I got up all the way up on my knees until my head was above Penny’s beautiful ass cheeks. I kissed the curvature of her spine letting my hands followed the arch of her trim waist until they rested once more on her bare hips. As soon as I kissed Penny here I felt the goose bumps rise once again on her smooth skin … but she did nothing to stop me. I was getting braver … I dropped my lips lower to just where the crease in her ass cheeks began. I placed another kiss here … and then a few licks with my wet tongue.
“Do it Dottie,” the voice inside of head was almost yelling at me now as I fought to control my own excitement, to control my own increasing arousal as much as I could. “Do it Dottie … you know you want to,” my subconscious voice kept repeating as though it was a recording … over and over!
Without moving my mouth from Penny’s ass cheek, I moved my hands slowly downward until they rested on each of Penny warm ass cheeks. My hands felt very hot, very hot with the feeling of Penny and I had the impression that my body temperature was ascending above normal.
I moved one of my hands around to the front of Penny letting it slowing trace the flatness of her belly. I moved it down slowly through the abundant golden fleece that dipped in between her thighs. The closer my hand got to her vagina the more moisture I found there. Penny’s love juices were flowing. She was reaching a higher state of arousal … and I knew it. I let the first finger of my hand slip though her plump and totally wet outer vagina lips starting at the very bottom and all along the crevice between them without penetrating her too much. I marveled at how puffy and soft her outer vagina lips were and I wanted to make it last as long a time as I could.
I wasn’t ready for Penny to reach her orgasm yet. I wanted this first time for her to be a time she would never forget. As I moved my finger slowly back and forth along her entire slit, I concentrated on her backside. Again I kissed her ass cheeks, first one and then the other and accentuated the kisses with a few little ‘licks’ of my tongue leaving the wetness of my mouth there.
I separated her beautiful ass cheeks with my one free hand and let my middle finger little by little down in the ‘valley.’ Slowly I found what I was looking for … the little ‘rosebud.’ It was hot and dry here and instinctively I knew I needed moisture. I took my finger away. My first impulse was to find the moisture I needed near her vagina. I even thought about wetting my finger with my mouth. But doing all this to Penny, knowing I was getting my way with her was having a feverish effect on me and my mind was evolving into a highly sensual and sexual mode of thinking and driving me on and on. Like someone addicted to a pleasure giving drug, I wanted more and more!!!
Throwing all caution and care to the wind … I did it. I moved my mouth over simultaneously with my finger! I replaced the finger on her rosebud with my lips and felt the muscles in my stomach push downward toward my own vagina stimulated by the awareness of what I was doing. I felt Penny’s body tense up but she didn’t pull away. Rather she pushed her hips backward! “Was she inviting me?” I thought to myself. “Does she want more?”
Acting on impulse, acting on the adrenalin that was pulsating throughout every fiber in body I gathered up all the saliva I could and stuck my tongue out! I ran my tongue around in little circles over all the little wrinkled elastic muscles that kept this rosebud shut until it was soaked. Now Penny was following her own sexual instincts and pushed backward. As soon as I felt the aperture muscles give way to my tongue and I had penetrated her in this way, I heard Penny grasp and heard her moan …
“Oh God Dottie … oh damn … oh goodness Dottie,” Penny grasped, her voice reaching a higher pitch. As quickly as I did this I pulled away. I replaced my tongue with my finger once more. This time there wasn’t any dryness there and the little muscles surrounding her opening were pulsating. I placed my finger at the opening and again Penny pushed backward. I let my finger penetrate her rosebud until it was in a quarter of an inch … and still Penny pushed backward. I let Penny ‘take’ some more of my finger while I moved my finger in front of her inward tracing the soft and soaked membranes of her inner vagina.
Then I slowly pushed that finger all the way in her vagina until it disappeared in totality. Penny began moving her hips back and forth and when she did I timed it perfectly so when the finger in front was in, the finger in back was out. As she pushed backward to take my finger in her rosebud, the finger in front was out. Again when she tried to recapture my finger in front she would lose the penetration in back.
The ‘oohhh’s’ and ‘aahhh’s’ above me were becoming louder and louder. Penny’s breathing became deeper and more labored. Quickly I replaced the single finger in her vagina with two fingers. I let Penny ‘fuck’ my fingers like this for a few moments. My own breathing was rapidly picking up pace and I could feel my heart ‘thumping’ against my chest. I rubbed my thighs together in an effort to hold my explosion off but it was having the opposite effect on me. As I moved my legs together my own outer vagina lips were pulsating with desire and I knew I couldn’t hold off my orgasm and need for release much longer.
I moved fast now because I didn’t want Penny is ‘finish’ on my fingers. Rather I wanted to give her something she would remember for the rest of her life! Placing my hands on her hips, I again turned her body around. My mind was pounding with the awesome sight of the triangle of her pubic hair as it started a few inches below her belly and billowed in waves of ‘golden fleece’ between her thighs … to the secret place of every woman. She was soaked with her lubricants flowing to the maximum! I kissed her belly and let my tongue slide downward, through her soft ‘down’ gathering up all the slightly sticky wetness with my tongue that I found along the way. The light scent of Penny’s womanhood filled my nostrils to overflowing and was making my mind spin like a top.
The first time my tongue actually touched Penny’s outer vagina lips, it was like touching a switch to the part of her brain that controlled her sexual functions … and desires! Her legs stiffened, I felt her stomach muscles contract and I actually felt the palpitations and throbbing of her inner vagina lips as they ‘begged’ and tried to capture more of my tongue! Penny was on ‘automatic pilot’ now. Nothing in this world could keep her from seeking her release now … her brain, her body, her vagina, the wondrous ‘life force’ living within her belly needed to be released!
“Oh shit … oh my God Dottie … ooohhhh, damn, damn, damn … I’m … I’m going over the … ahhh … I’m going over the top,” Penny was talking almost as though she was talking to not only me but herself too!
Penny began grinding her hips back and forth and across my face! I got a firm grip on her ass cheeks with my hands not only to balance myself but to encourage her to go faster and faster. I stuck my tongue in her vagina further and began to ‘tongue fuck’ her with my in and out motions. But I didn’t hesitate too long. I knew what I wanted! I knew what I was seeking! And I knew what Penny wanted … what Penny needed!
As soon as my tongue moved upward within her vagina I found her elongated clit peeking out from under its hiding place. It was very large and fully engorged. It was like a ripe piece of fruit that if not harvested instantly would explode on its own. I took it between my lips and marveled at its stiffness. I began to suck on it as though it was a man’s penis.
“Jesus Christ … Jesus … oooohhhh … oh God, Dottie … please, please … please don’t stop … don’t stop … don’t stop … holy shit … I’m … I’m going to … oh my goodness … I’m there … oh God Dottie, I’m … I’m going to cum … more, more, more … oh shit, yes, yes, yes …,” Penny was totally beyond herself yelling in a screeching voice as she was ascending to the highest place on earth and reaching for the stars!!!!
As Penny made her final thrust with her hips forward almost crushing my nose and face, I removed one hand from her ass cheeks and touched myself … just once. That’s all it took!!! We exploded together after climbing to the highest point of sexual arousal possible, and it was perfectly timed! We were experiencing mutual orgasms in a synchronized symphony of explosions, small at first and then growing larger and increasing in speed until we reached the summit, the pinnacle of the life giving force that lived within our womanhood and then experienced the reverse blissful satisfaction of knowing we had melted from two women into ‘one’ for one split second in this phenomena of ‘time’ as we began our descent from this lofty place.
As we came down and we struggled together to try to regain our normal breathing patterns, I hung onto Penny’s legs very tight, kissing them everywhere and ended up resting my face on her inner thigh as she ran both of her hands through my hair.
I was drifting off into oblivion and for a moment it seemed as though I was all alone, the only one on this planet called earth … until a heard a voice calling me.
“Dottie … Dottie … Dottie,” I heard a familiar voice, the voice of the office manager, Rachel’s voice! “Dottie … Dottie … are you all right?
“Wha … what?” I replied to the ‘voice.’
“Dottie, your telephone is ringing. Are you going to answer it?” Rachel asked while looking at me with a concerned look on her face.
“Oh the phone … oh yes, the phone is ringing,” I answered Rachel as I began to comprehend what she was telling me and what was going on around me. I reached over to pick up the telephone when it stopped ringing.
“Well, I guess I missed that call,” I said to Rachel trying to sound as normal as I could still not sure what was going on around me. I looked around trying to become familiar with my surroundings. I noticed Penny at her desk. Her desk was facing mine only twenty feet away but she had her head down and it was apparent she was writing something on a sheet of paper.
“Geeze Dottie,” Rachel began again, “that’s the second time in the last five minutes your phone was ringing and you didn’t answer. You seemed to be in some kind of trance. Are you sure you are all right?” Rachel continued in deep concerned tone of voice.
“Yes, yes, Rachel, I’m all right,” I answered as I noticed the very early morning sunlight that had filled the windows what seemed to me to be only a few minutes ago had progressed into a later morning sun. I looked down at my wrist watch. It was ten minutes after nine!!! Where the hell did all that time go???
“Damn,” I said to Rachel as I turned to look into her concerned facial expression realizing I was talking to myself as well as her, “I must have been daydreaming!”
“Daydreaming,” Rachel replied, “yes … well it must have been a great daydream because for a while you looked like you were in outer space.”
I watched as Rachel turned to walk away. Again I looked at my wrist watch. It was now fifteen minutes after nine! “How can that be,” I asked myself as I began to try to account for the missing three hours. “I did get here at six a.m. this morning … didn’t I?”
“Daydreaming … yes, that’s it, I was daydreaming,” I told myself again as I noticed Penny getting up from her desk and begin to move in my direction. As she stopped in front of my desk I looked up at her to see a very large smile on her beautiful face. My nostrils flared at the familiar scent of her perfume. Acting in an almost automatic reaction to scent of Penny’s perfume, I reached down and put my hand between my legs. I was totally soaked!!! As I ran my fingers through that wetness, I realized the wetness was the result of an orgasm … my orgasm!!!
Penny put a sheet of paper on my desk and turned to walk away without saying a word. As I tried to gain my composure at the surprise of what I had discovered between my legs, I looked down to read the writing on the sheet of paper Penny had just put there.
“Dottie, my beautiful, sweet wonderful Dottie,” the writing on the sheet of paper began in what I recognized as Penny’s handwriting. “Thank you baby, thank you for making love to me this morning. It was the most fulfilling feeling I ever had,” the writing continued. “Dottie honey, my hubby is away for the rest of the week. Please baby, please stay with me at my house for the rest of the week. I want to make love to you just as you made love to me.”
“Daydreaming … I’m daydreaming … right?” I began questioning myself again … silently! Then I looked down at the paper again and read the signature. “I love you. Your Precious Penny.”
After I finished reading the ‘signature’ my heart began to pound again … pound so loud I swore anyone in the room could hear the thumping sound the beating of my heart was making! I looked at Penny … she had that big smile on her beautiful youthful face again.
“Daydreaming Dottie?” I heard my mind talking to me … questioning me. I silently mouthed the words to Penny as she looked at me. “I love you too.”
“Daydreaming Dottie?” my mind was working again. “Heck no Dottie Darling, you weren’t daydreaming,” my mind answered its own question!!!
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