Loading...It has been a while since I have had any type of ongoing sexual relationship. I divorced my husband a few years ago. In order to make ends meet, work takes up a big part of my life now, that and concentrating on my son. He is about to start college, so I think I am getting that empty nest syndrome. The one you hear so much about and say, “No, not me. A quiet house will be wonderful.”
Well, take it from me, I’d prefer horns honking, phone calls at all hours of the night and loud music to an empty home any day.
But there is one thing that makes my life “empty”and being a very sexual person, it’s a “big” thing. It’s been years since I have actually been fucked by a man. The worst part is, I’m only 39 years old.
Each night, I lay in my bed and pretend that someone, anyone is here fucking me, licking me, touching me. All the sex toys in the world can’t curb my need or suppress my appetite. I need sex. I crave it, long for it. I need something real to touch, to taste. That latex, rubberized item is great for orgasms, but I need to be held and kissed, too. Oh, I had opportunities for a man, but had really not wanted to get into one night stands. And the complications for a long term relationship were beyond my needs at the time. I was not the bar hopping type, nor was I interested in seducing someone at work.
As I look back at my words, it sounds as if I am apologizing for how I long to be fucked, but I’m not. I guess it just amazes me at how everything came together. I realize that when you read my story, you’ll think that I made it up, that it’s just a tale. But as I sit here with a big grin on my face and explain to you in complete details what recently took place in my life, you’ll realize that anything is possible.
You see. I have this friend, Opal. Opal is a wonderful woman, her attitude on life is one which everyone should live by ~ “Live for today and fuck everyone else!” Opal would say, winking as she added, “Literally for that matter!” She would laugh and her eyes would sparkle with a hint of mischievousness. I know Opal and I knew that she did mean it literally. Oh, she isn’t the type to sleep around, but she has an “open” marriage and does not hide the fact that she is bisexual.
I have known Opal for years, being my neighbor for ten years gave us the opportunity to become friends. She is quite the opposite of me. She is very outgoing, confident and friendly to everyone. Which is why I was drawn to her immediately. I never needed to be the center of attraction and Opal fit that part perfectly. I would fade into the background as Opal took a center stage at any function her and I attended. But, ultimately, Opal would put her arm around me, draw me close to her and make sure that I was right there by her side. I think she also enjoyed the fact the people would look at us and wonder if something sexual was going on. She’d blow me kisses, wink at me and at any given moment, touch some part of my body.
At first I was taken back by that. I wasn’t much of a “touchy-feely” person and coming from a large, wealthy family we rarely hugged or showed much affection toward each other growing up. But at some point, I began to enjoy Opal’s touch, the way she would let her eyes wander over my body and then lick her lips as our eyes met. I used to get embarrassed and my cheeks would turn red and Opal would revel in my reaction. I would always glance away, shaking my head as Opal would laugh. But one day my body betrayed me and Opal didn’t laugh.
It had been at a party during the Summer at Opal’s house. I had a bit too much to drink and one of my favorite songs came on the radio, so I began dancing on the patio, my head back, eyes closed letting the music fill my body. I remember running my hands through my hair, slowly swaying my hips to beat, losing myself totally in the melody. When I opened my eyes, Opal was staring at me, her mouth slightly opened, she had a different look in her eyes, not her playful looks, but her eyes filled what I could only describe as lust.
I watched as if in slow motion, as she brought her tongue out to lick her lips as her eyes traveled my body resting on my breasts. I felt tingling there and looked down and saw that my nipples were standing erect, protruding through my thin, cotton T-shirt and could feel a heaviness in my pussy, a heaviness I hadn’t felt there in a long time. My body betrayed me. I wanted Opal from that moment on and I knew she wanted me. If it wasn’t for the fact that tons of people, including my son, were at her party, we would have been in each other arms, moving against each other to the music, touching each other, loving each other. From that moment, I knew something would happen, it was just when and who would initiate it.
Yes, I am sure you are thinking, “So, this story is about you and Opal getting it on!” And yeah, it is. But, you see, it was my first time having a sexual relationship with a woman or even wanting a woman in a sexual manner. I never thought that I would be eating pussy, nor did I think that I would enjoy it as much as I did, and do, with Opal.
But, then again, Opal makes it easy. She’s beautiful and that’s an understatement. Her description is quite like mine. Both of us are of average height, dark hair and light eyes. Even our body measurements’ match: 36C-25-37. Sounds nice, right? Oh . . . you have no idea just how nice and tasty she is, we are together. I can actually feel myself getting wet as I think back to that day when friends became lovers . . .
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It had been about a week since Opal’s party and I had been avoiding her ever since. I felt silly and embarrassed at my raw sexual reaction when I caught her watching me as I danced and wasn’t sure how to approach it. My kitchen window faces the side of Opal’s house making it easy for me to see if she’s home or not and in order to get out of my house this morning without running into her, I had forgotten my lunch. Since work had been slow lately, my boss didn’t mind my taking a few extra minutes so I decided to run home and eat there. As I drove past Opal’s house, I noticed her car was gone and took a deep breath.
I made myself a small salad, sat down on my couch and was just beginning to read a magazine when my phone rang. I was extremely surprised that it was Opal. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could barely breathe. I took a quick glance out the window but didn’t see her car in the driveway.
“I . . didn’t realize you were home.” I said hoping not to sound too surprised. Opal laughed and said that her car was having some mechanical problems so her husband took it to the shop for her. We made idle chit chat, her asking why I was home so early and my explaining I had forgotten my lunch. Then Opal told me something I had been wanting to hear, that she wasn’t able to get me off her mind since her party. She laughed in a low, seductive way and said that she thought of making love to me every night before she sleeps.
“Bev,” Opal said in low, sensual voice, “have you thought of me as well? Have you pictured us together? Our bodies pressed against each other? Did you imagine my hand caressing your cheek?”
I did imagine that, each night in my bed I would lay there, my eyes closed, tracing a hand over my skin where I would picture Opal’s mouth, her tongue would touch me.
Opal’s seductive voice cut through my thoughts, “Can you imagine my hand traveling down your body, over your collar bone, my finger tips tracing the raised, soft skin over this slightly protruding bone? Can you feel my fingers lightly rake over your breast? Can you feel the nipple rise to meet my fingertips?”
“Yes . . . ” I whispered into the phone.
“Do you enjoy soft, light kisses? Close your eyes. Do you feel my tongue caressing your lips, feel the moistness of my mouth? The way our tongues play together?”
I could hardly believe my ears, my heart was pounding so hard, that I thought it might jump out of my chest. But there was more to it . . . I wanted that. I did close my eyes and I did picture it, just like I have ever since that party.
“I want to draw a line of wet kisses from your neck, Bev, to your breasts so I can take your nipple in my mouth, circle the nub with my tongue, lick it, suck it. Do you feel your nipples getting hard, Bev? Touch them for me. Pinch them . . . do you feel that sensation in your pussy when you do that? Do you feel it twinge?”
Opal paused for just a moment and then continued.
“Mmm . . . Do you want me to cup those beautiful breasts of yours, Bev? Lick those nipples, suck on them, slowly blow on them and watch them rise to my lips. Do you want that, Bev? Will you let me play with your breasts and suck your nipples?”
Swallowing hard, I told her in a very hoarse voice, “Yes.” And I was picturing it and I could feel my body responding to the thoughts of soft, wet sensations of her tongue as it traced a path from my lips, down my neck, finding its way to my breasts and then to my nipple.
“Picture it trailing a long, wet path down your stomach, Bev, to that dark patch waiting for me to lick it. Can your body feel a desire for me between your legs? Are you getting wet for me?”
“Yes . . . ”
“Can you imagine my soft lips sucking your clit into my mouth, your fingers buried in my hair, pulling my face deeper between your wet lips? I want you to spread those legs for me, show me your pink, engorged clit, I want to touch it with my tongue. Are you going to let me stick my tongue in it? Will you let me suck your clit, taste you?”
I exhaled an “oh.” And heard Opals laugh, but she continued in a whisper, “Are you going to give me your sweet pussy, Bev?”
My intake of breath had her giggling. I almost screamed into the phone that she could. She whispered again, “Oh, yes, Bev. You’re going to let me stick my tongue in it, let me suck your clit, taste you. Can you see yourself bent over allowing me to worship your beautiful ass? I want to run my hands over those cheeks, spreading them so I can slowly lick you. Would you like that, too, Bev? Would you like me to spread your beautiful cheeks and lick your gorgeous ass?”
I said, “Yes, yes, YES! No one has ever . . .”
Opal didn’t miss a beat, she continued her teasing, “And fuck it with my tongue while my fingers spread your lips and tease your clit? Touch yourself for me, Bev. Bring your fingers down and into your panties. Slide them over those wet lips for me, Bev. Mmm . . . let me hear the sound your pussy is making for me, Bev.”
I moaned screamed, “Opal, I promise you can do anything to me you want. Anything at all, listen Opal . . .”
I moved the phone down, sliding my panties to the side, wondering if she would be able to hear anything. My pussy lips were wet and I tried to flick my fingers back and forth quickly, making juice noises. I had an incredible urge to rub the receiver up against my clit and have an orgasm right there and then, but I quickly pulled the receiver back and asked Opal, “Can you tell how wet I am?”
I heard Opal’s slight intake of breath, and wasn’t sure if what I did was part of Opal’s plan. I think she intended to make me excited, anticipating what was going to happen, keep me on the edge for all she said before she hung up was, “Well, then I will see you tomorrow.” I was numb when I hung up the phone, thinking whether or not I should go into the bedroom and relieve myself, but taking a quick look at the clock I realized I had no time and headed back to work, horny and unfulfilled.
The remainder of my afternoon was a fog. Several times, I would sit, close my eyes, hear Opal asking each question again. My boss approached me during one of those mental breaks and asked if I had a “liquid lunch?” Laughing, I told him that I had so many things on my mind and just couldn’t wait for the day to be over. Little did he know that I had to squeeze my legs together to absorb the feeling deep in my crotch. I squirmed in my seat several times that day. You know you can pleasure yourself quite innocently and discretely when you have a desk to slide your chair under.
I buried myself into work after that, peeking at the clock every five minutes waiting for those hands to say “five o’clock.” When they did, I sprang out of my chair, said a quick goodbye to everyone. I needed to get home, I needed to get out my trusty dildo, to which I donned the name, “Jack” and fantasize about my earlier phone call. He was in for a busy evening! I was insatiable. And he better be ready to perform!
When I reached home, there was a note taped to the refrigerator from my son telling me that he was going out with his girlfriend and not to wait up. I was relieved. I looked out my kitchen window and saw that Opal’s car was in the driveway. I smiled to myself, my mind jumping quickly to our earlier conversation. My crotch ached. I had to delay such thoughts. I started to go through the mail and listen to the messages on my answering machine. I would take time to get all the small things out of the way so I could take an uninterrupted bubble bath and satisfy my growing needs!
I hit the button on the answering machine as I headed toward my bedroom and stopped in my tracks when I heard Opal’s voice telling me that she was all alone for a while and wanted to invite me over. She said she had been wet since we spoke and couldn’t get me out of her mind. I knew we would have only a couple of hours but wanted to go anyway, so I called Opal.
It had been so very long since I had been fucked by anyone! Other than my own fingers, or “Jack” and although it can be a Godsend, it just isn’t the same. I had showered and prettied up. I had just bought a new pale blue bra and new panties, very brief and sheer, put on some clean jeans, a top and a pair of low heels. I was terribly excited, so turned on that my pussy that my panties were beginning to dampen before I got out the door.
When I arrived, Opal opened the door with a huge grin on her face. She was dressed the same as me and I felt myself begin to calm down. She hugged and kissed me on the cheek and ended with a pat on my butt. I blushed but a thrill coursed throughout my body at her touch. She must have felt my nervousness and she kissed me lightly on my lips and said, “We are going to have so very much fun. You will feel more wonderful than you ever have. You’ll see!”
She took my hand and led me into the living room. Opal’s house was set up much like mine, although where my interior was more light and airy, Opal’s choices were dark, warm hues. Her sofa and chairs were made of dark brown leather and had more of a metropolitan look. There was soft music playing in the background and candles were lit in various places around the room, giving it a very romantic mood. She asked me if I would like a glass of wine, which I of course accepted. We made a silent toast, clinking our glasses together and watched each other as we took a sip.
“So, Bev,” Opal asked as we sat on the couch, twirling my hair in her fingers, “did you think of me today?” Before I could answer, Opal continued her questioning, moving closer to me until our thighs were almost melting into each other. I swallowed hard as I felt her lips just barely touch my ear. I could smell her perfume and the smell of wine on her breath as she spoke and began to feel slightly lightheaded.
“Did you feel your body aching to be touched by me? Did your pussy get wet with anticipation of how I would lick it?”
Licking my lips to moisten them, I noticed my breathing began to quicken. I could feel my pussy begin to throb and gently squeezed them together. I felt tingling in my nipples and saw them poking out of the silky material of my top. Opal noticed as well, as she entangled her fingers in my hair and pulled my face closer to hers. I could feel her breath on my cheek, her fingers gently caressing my chin, titling it upwards giving her access to my neck. I closed my eyes waiting to feel her lips against it, but Opal just kissed my cheek and stood up.
I opened my eyes surprised, disappointment written all over my face, which Opal noticed immediately. She just smiled, eyes sparkling, biting her lip. She was a lovely vision, as she tilted her head to one side, her silky dark hair cascading over one shoulder. Handing me her wine, she bent forward, her face close to mine.
“So,” she said, tipping my nose with her finger, “Let’s get rid of some of these clothes. What do you say we just wear our bras and panties for a while, ok?”
At first I was shy about doing it, but as I sat there watching her undress and sipping my wine, I began to warm to the idea of us both being “almost” naked. She was proud of her body and had ever right to be. She slowly unbuttoned her sweater, watching me as she undid each button, slowly rubbing the material before undoing the next one. I had envisioned her breasts were gorgeous and glancing at her lacy bra, I could see I was correct. I sat forward a little, watching her, entranced by her slow, sensual movements, my eyes traveling over her body. Could I see her nipples making dark circles through the material? Were her nipples hard?
She let her sweater slid down her arms and to the floor, where it fell into a soft pile. Her hands slowly caressed the sides of her thighs as she turned her back to me. Even in jeans she had a beautiful ass! I watched, mesmerized as she slowly undid her pants and slid them down over her hips, wiggling just a little bit so they could drop to the floor revealing a tiny thong nestled between the luscious cheeks of her ass. She turned slowly to me and I let my eyes wander over her body, following her hands as she moved them from her legs, gently up between her thighs. As I followed her movements, I could easily see the dark, small triangle of her pussy hair through the mesh cloth of her thong.
She motioned for me to stand up and then pulled me up to her, close, but not touching, just enough to feel the heat of her body near mine. She whispered, “dance for me,” as she made her way to the CD player prior to sitting back down on the sofa. Legs crossed, sipping her wine, she watched me. At first I felt paralyzed, not sure what to do and felt a bit foolish, then I heard her music choice. It was the song that was playing that night and a warm feeling began to generate throughout my body. I swayed my body slowly to the music, deciding to tease her, to play with her. I removed my clothing very slowly, holding my shirt close to my body, pulling the material away from my breasts. I felt the coolness of the air. I ran my fingers through my hair, tousling it, letting it fall in my face before brushing it away from my eyes, sliding my hand down my neck and lightly across my breasts. Rolling my hips, I half turned away from her to pull my pants down and off my legs. I am proud of my ass and legs and I wanted her to see my best features. I bent at the waist, increasing the length of my legs, firming my calves, pulling my cheeks taunt. I ran my hands from my calves, along my thighs, watching her reaction. I felt goose bumps form as her gaze was intense on my skin, her pink tongue licked at her lips before she told me how lovely I was and patted the seat next to her.
“Very nice, Bev. You are lovely.” Opal whispered into my ear, letting her tongue graze my earlobe, before settling back onto the couch.
Sipping our wine, we sat side by side on the sofa. Her hands were on me constantly, sliding over my thighs, lightly scratching the skin of my arms, running a finger along the elastic of my panties then up the center of my tummy, teasing her fingers around over my breasts. I was getting incredibly turned on and she told me I could touch her if I wanted. I certainly didn’t hesitate. I mean, this is what I came here for, wasn’t it? Soon, our fingers were sliding over the silky cloth of our lingerie, a finger slipping in and out, teasing the skin underneath.
“I think it’s time to remove these, don’t you?” She whispered, telling me that her pussy was getting really wet and she wanted me to watch her as she played with it. She told me she was going to take off her panties and bra and for me to watch her. I was fascinated by how incredibly sexy she was. I had been this close to another naked woman before in gym glass and athletics, but never had looked twice at their bodies, yet now I could not keep my eyes off her body as she removed her bra, caressing, cupping, squeezing her naked, full breasts. They were absolutely beautiful. Her nipples were hard and stiff. I watched as she pinched her nipples and pulled them out.
Without realizing it, I began to mirror her movements. Watching her, as she had done, I cupped my breast, lifting the flesh upward, squeezing the firm form forcing the nipple to stand, extend toward her. I leaned my head down, my tongue extending, wanting to lick my nipple. I pushed it toward her, my tongue swirling between my lips. Her hands traversed her body snakelike, sliding over her ribs, down her stomach, sliding her panties off. As her fingers reached over her mound, they pierced her slit, spreading the lips to allow just her fingertips to disappear between them, sliding toward her hole. I could hear her juices make noise as her fingers slipped quickly between her lips.
My whole body shivered with excitement as she began bending her knees and slowly dipping down, slipping her hand between her legs. She was playing with her pussy, fingering herself slowly, teasing the engorged lips, letting her fingers slide into her cunt then bringing them up and inserting her fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices from them, one finger at a time, all the while watching my face. Her movements were deliberately slow, teasing me. She came toward me, lifting her leg up on the sofa, giving me a direct view of her wet slit, her clit was protruding from between her lips, so wet, glistening. Grabbing my hand, she brought it toward her pussy, just letting it barely touch it.
“Come with me.” She said as she led me into her bedroom. My eyes widened at the site of her huge King-size bed. Opal laid down on the satin, gold sheets covering her bed.
“Come, lay down next to me.”
With our heads on the soft, cool pillows, she turned to me and told me to do exactly what she was doing. While facing her, I mimicked her, watching as she played with her breasts, cupping them, caressing them, thumbs teasing the nipples. Just as she was doing, I caressed my inner thighs, fingers teasing the skin working their way around my pussy, reaching the outer lips, spreading them, feeling the wetness, playing with it, dipping my fingers inside.
“Look, darling,” Opal raised herself on all fours and showed me how she teased her fingers over her butt hole and said that sometimes she likes to push a finger or a small vibrator there. She has a beautiful ass and I thought that I would like to run my hands over her cheeks and tease my fingers along her ass just as she was doing.
I could hear the sound of her wet pussy as she finger-fucked her hot little cunt, talking to me all the time, telling me how pretty I was and how she would like to play with me like she was doing to herself. She knew she was turning me on with what she was saying and how softly she spoke her words. I told her I would let her do anything to me she wanted.
Smiling, she told me to fuck my own pussy, she wanted to watch me as I spread my legs wide. She wanted to see the wetness dripping off my lips, wanted to see me taste myself. I couldn’t believe how bold I was getting which made me get more excited. I tried my hardest to imitate what she had done, how she had slowly caressed the lips of her pussy, running a finger over her clit and then letting it disappear into her cunt. I spread my legs for her, feeling my body tingle as I pretended that it was her tongue stroking me instead of my fingers. She would sometimes tell me what to do, whispering, softly to “keep it there” or “now slap it” and I knew that I was doing it right when she would say, “Yeah, baby, that’s good, isn’t it?” as she caressed herself. I could see that she was getting turned on
Opal asked me if I liked sucking my pussy juices and I told her I did. I watched as she buried her fingers in her pussy, pulled them out and held them out to me, and said, “Here, taste me, baby, and see what my pussy tastes like.”
I was hesitant at first but knew I wanted to, so I opened my mouth and began sucking her juicy fingers. I let my tongue slide around and down each digit, sucking one at a time, twirling my tongue over it and then licking a line down into her palm. Just by doing that, I felt myself began to cum and I started to fuck my pussy furiously, dipping my fingers in and out, my body squeezing, pumping. I caressed my clit, bringing forth my orgasm, reveling in its sweetness.
While I was cumming Opal whispered to me, “Honey, pretend it’s me sucking your clit with my mouth while you cum. My tongue licking that soft skin. Yeah, baby . . . you want that, don’t you? You want me to suck you? Taste you? I want to fuck that hot cunt of yours, Bev.” Which sent me over the edge and I came harder than I think I ever have, falling over on my side and curling up in a ball, moaning with satisfaction and release.
I felt Opal’s hand touch my shoulder and as I turned to her, she began kissing me lightly all over my face. Her lips hovered over mine, waiting as I moved my face closer to her and was amazed that her kiss was much more sexy than any from a man I had ever had. So sensuous, so sexy, and fully passionate, knowing exactly what to do and how I wanted to be kissed. Her lips were soft and gentle, yet forceful as her mouth opened mine allowing me to taste her and lick her tongue. Her tongue was good! She used it to run along my teeth, searching for my tongue, playing with it, teasing it. There was a point when she sucked my tongue and I thought “Oh, God, I want her to suck my clit now!”
I told her that I wanted her to make me cum and I wanted her to show me how to make her cum the way she wanted. I wanted to taste her pussy and I wanted my mouth on her. Opal told me to lay back and I did anxiously awaiting her mouth and tongue. At first she straddled me and slid her pussy along mine as she played with my breasts, cupping them. She bent over me letting her hair tease my skin as her tongue flicked at my nipple. I arch my back silently begging her to take in my full breast and suck it. Her hands moved along the sides of my body, her fingernails creating goose bumps in their wake. Her tongue was soft and wet as it trailed a line down my stomach, my hips titling to meet her mouth. Her tongue separated the lips of my pussy as it searched for my clit and when they met a jolt went through my body involuntarily thrusting my hips up more. I felt her breath on my pussy as she licked the skin that was pulsating and throbbing with want and needs.
I could feel her saliva mingle with my juices and as she pumped her fingers in and out of my pussy I could hear the sound it was making. I moved my hips in rhythm with her movements, never fast, just slow, achingly slow, as she sucked on me. I knew my orgasm would come quickly and I tried desperately to slow it down, but just knowing what she was doing, watching her, feeling her tongue and body on mine. The moment I felt her start to suck in and take my clit between her lips I began to cum, a flood of heat rushed to my clit, a throbbing sweetness as Opal flicked her tongue over my clit, dipping in and out of my pussy, her tongue flattening on the flesh, caressing it. My hips bucked and thrust as Opal grabbed hold of them holding me tight to her mouth, my moans echoed in my ears and I reached an orgasm that I thought would last forever!
Opal slid along the side of me, just stroking my body until my breathing calmed. I turned onto my side facing her and we stared at each other, smiling. As Opal began to caress my cheek, running her fingers along the side of my neck around to the hollow of my collar bone, I closed my eyes reveling in her touch. Her fingers were so light and gentle on my skin, the feeling so sensual I didn’t want her to stop, but I knew I had to go when I heard my son’s car, radio full blast, pulling into my driveway. Opal just pouted and winked at me, telling me that it was “O.K. Tonight was just for you, Bev.”
As I dressed, Opal sat on her couch, watching me, sipping her wine looking soft and lovely in her soft fluffy robe. Such a contrast for such a sexy person, but just as perfect. Her beautiful face was flushed, her lips red and full. She had pulled her hair up into a twist and just a few strands of hair framed her face.
“I want us to get together again, Bev. There is so much more I want to do with you.”
I turned to her and was about to tell her how I wanted to learn to pleasure her, but she reached up, her hands circling my neck pulling me toward her. Her kiss was soft and gentle and I could taste myself upon her lips. I felt warm and alive in her Opal’s arms. I left there feeling renewed, refreshed. I knew that life was going to be good for me now and I was excited about a new life that I was about to embark on. So I guess if you take Opal’s advice and live life to the fullest and fuck everyone else, just make sure you do it with a friend.