Loading...I awoke sometime in the early morning. It was still dark; the blue screen on the TV cast a surreal glow about the living room. We had fallen asleep during the movie and hadn’t stirred since. Still cradled in her arms on the couch, I stared into the blue darkness and briefly relived the events of the night before.
Never before had I experienced such an intense emotional moment in my life. What Carol had shared with me that night was so incredible that at the time I thought, “nothing could ever surpass this euphoria”. And Euphoria it was. I was still dizzy with nerves and giddy realizing what happened to me. I would have been content to stay there in her warm embrace if it weren’t for the overwhelming need to go to the bathroom.
Peeling back the blanket that covered our entangled bodies, still only wearing the panties that we never removed, I strained to sit up without disturbing her slumber. Achieving this, I covered her back up with the blanket before the coolness of the air could wake her. Pausing for a moment I gazed at her through the blue light. She was beautiful – almost radiant. She looked so peaceful lying there. Here eyes closed so delicately, not at all straining and a look of contentment adorn her face. It was wonderful realizing that I helped put her in that state of bliss. For an 18 year old, I felt very grown up just then. Then my bladder reminded me of why I got up in the first place. So off to the bathroom I went, walking almost with pride about the milestone that I had passed the night before.
As the morning progressed and we both ate breakfast while draped in the fluffiest bathrobes I’ve ever worn, very little was said about the night’s events. I don’t believe we were avoiding the topic; it’s just that we fell back into our normal routine when spending time together. Not that giving each other a kiss now and then was “normal” for us, but the conversations, the joking and the way we felt comfortable was all as natural as before. Carol had brought me this robe from her bedroom and mentioned that it was new. She wore a similar garment and it looked as pristine as mine.
The time finally came when I needed to head home. Mom and Dad knew I was spending the night but needed me back before lunch as they had plans of their own to celebrate my graduation from high school. I was sure that what they had planned would be fun and exciting and that I’d treasure any gifts that they felt like giving, however, nothing would compare to the gift given to me just a few sweet hours ago. I took one more step closer to adult hood, and though I was still a teenager, felt very much like a young woman that morning.
I found my dress and other clothes neatly placed on the couch. Carol had obviously done some straitening up while I fixed breakfast. Our garments were no longer strewn about the living room floor. I made my way to the bathroom and dressed myself back into the outfit that Carol helped remove the night before. I didn’t bother with the shoes as tying up all those straps just to walk two houses down and take them off again would be insane. I emerged from the bathroom in my little outfit but not looking as stunning as I did originally. No new make-up was applied and my hair was a mess, but the dress was still nice looking. In one hand I carried my heels and in the other I held the robe. Walking up to Carol, her blonde hair just as out of place as mine but still looking beautiful, wisped around when I reached out and handed her the robe, asking what she wanted me to do with it.
“Oh – I’ll wash it and hang it in my closet for you Rose.” She said without hesitation. “You can use it next time you come over” she finished and went about her business.
I was frozen once again. What did she mean by “next time”? Although I was completely at ease with what transpired between us that night and the thoughts I was having of feeling all grown up and womanly were euphoric, when she said that, I felt like the scared child once again. My inexperience began to show through when I didn’t know how to respond to her statement.
Not wanting to mess up what was a beautiful time, I chirped, “Ok – thanks”, grabbed my purse and started for the door. She caught up to me from behind and a scene reminiscent of a wife kissing her husband goodbye as he goes off to work played out. Here I was in my nice clothes, purse in hand instead of a briefcase with Carol dressed in her robe, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a kiss farewell. I kissed back but not with the certainty I had before. Luckily, she didn’t notice and I was released to exit the house. As I walked down the path to the sidewalk, she stood in the doorway watching me as I headed home. I felt strange just then. I couldn’t tell if I liked the feeling or if it was too weird.
The week dragged on slowly. The memory of my time with her danced in my thoughts. Talk about being confused – I was the picture in the dictionary next to the entry of confused. I didn’t know what to think. I loved every moment we shared – would love to do it again, but not sure if what I was doing was right or very wrong as well as not knowing what to do next or how to act. I made no attempt to contact her that week.
Friday was finally here and I looked forward to the weekend. I didn’t have anything major planned but still under the routine that the weekend was a fresh start and I foolishly thought I would feel differently come Saturday. It was approaching dinner and the phone rang. Mom had answered and came looking for me with cordless phone in hand. “It’s Carol” she said with a smile and handed me the phone. ‘Oh Mom if you only knew’ scooted through my head. I held back a chuckle when I took the phone from her.
“Hi Carol,” I answered in a cheery voice not wanting to show my state of confusion.
“Hello Rose, haven’t heard from you all week” Carol said with a noticeable tone of concern, “is everything alright?”
“Oh yes – just fine” I lied. “Thank you again for my party last week” I said to indicate to her that Mom was still in earshot and I couldn’t talk freely.
Knowing that she could say anything she asked quite directly “I didn’t scare you off with what we did, did I?”
I quickly responded “No! Not at all. I’ve just been really busy.”
“Do you have time for a swim tomorrow? You can use your robe again.” With that it clinked in my rusty head. That must be what she meant. I could use it next time I came over to go swimming. Oh how the young mind works. All week wasted over worrying about nothing. With that, it felt as if a heavy weight had lifted from my shoulders. I was instantly at ease. I knew the weekend was a fresh start after all.
“Sure I have time. I’ll be there. What time?” I asked. She suggested lunchtime. She’d make us a fruit salad; we can talk a while then go for a dip. I was excited. I had missed talking to her all week and now everything seems back to normal. I couldn’t wait. I asked if she wanted me to bring anything and all she said was “just bring yourself”.
Lunchtime Saturday came and I strolled over to Carol’s house. I couldn’t wait to see her again. It had been only a week, but what a week. Stuck in the quagmire I put myself in I was looking forward to sharing some fun times with her. Walking up the path to her front door I could see it was open but with the screen door closed. She just loved to keep the house smelling fresh by letting the breeze pass through the open windows and doors. I knocked and peeping around the corner from the kitchen was Carol motioning to come in as she was on the phone. I assumed it was some business related call because it sounded so serious. I didn’t actually listen to the words she was saying, only her tone of voice.
I stayed in the living room waiting for her to finish, as I didn’t want to disrupt her. The one phrase I did pick up on was when she started to say good-bye I heard “well…she’s here so I gotta go…” That in itself didn’t hit me as being odd but to a worldlier mind it probably should have raised questions. I was too busy staring at the painting over the fireplace once again. I loved that painting!
I soon found the mirror on the wall where so much was revealed that night. I was not in the same form that I was then. No frilly dress or styled hair. No heels with straps coming up my legs. Not even much make-up. Today I looked like Rose. Plain Rose. I had a yellow t-shirt, showing some bare midriff and denim shorts. My shoes were far from glamorous; last year’s sneakers and tennis socks. I was normal looking and I think that’s one reason I was feeling comfortable. I wasn’t playing any roles, I wasn’t dressed up or trying to impress. I was just Rose.
Carol’s image then appeared in the mirror. She walked up and took her place behind me much like she did that night. For an instant, I saw us both standing there, looking at each other in the mirror, nude as we were then. My nerves then began to tense up, but only for a short spell.
“How are you Rose?” she asked in her sweetest voice. I said I was fine and just waiting for her to end her phone conversation. “I’m glad you came over.” She continued. Motioning me to take a seat in the Living Room, I obliged and we sat down on the couch where I spent my first night in the arms of a woman. I thought it was strange that after all that kissing we did that she didn’t offer me one. She then turned all serious looking and it worried me. Had I done something wrong? Was she mad at me? She staid silent for what seemed like an eternity. Looking around as if trying to find something to talk about, she took my hands and began to speak.
“I asked you over for a few reasons Rose. The first reason was to go for a swim but before that I need to have a small chat with you about what happened last week.” Here it comes. She’s going to tell me it was a mistake and it should never have happened. I’ve seen it plenty of times in the movies and it always starts out like that.
“Last week was a very magical and special moment for me as I hope it was for you.” This was not what I expected. Maybe she’s sugar coating it. She continued, “I did something very irresponsible and wanted to talk to you about it.” What could she have done that was so wrong? I wondered what happened after I left.
“First let me ask you how do you feel about what happened.” She said. I told her I was fine. I was a bundle of nerves for a few days but other than that I was ok. So that was a partial truth. I was as confused as I’ve ever been but I wasn’t about to tell her that. I was afraid of what she’d say if I did.
“Honey, I know you’re 18 but I have to ask for my own piece of mind,” she continued. “Do you understand what happened last week? I mean…well…” This was the first time I ever saw her at a loss for words.
“I know what we did Carol.” I said rescuing her from her stumble. “We kinda sorta made love though we like really didn’t because we kept our panties on and besides we only kissed and felt our breasts but it was like showing each other how we felt then we fell asleep in each other’s arms on the couch we are sitting on at this time.” I blurted out in one breath as only teen girls can.
“You took the words right out of my mouth!” she said with a laugh. I chuckled too and then said something that I realized only for the first time since that night…
“That and you seduced me.” Silence fell upon the room. What possessed me to say that? I never thought of it that way before but when you think about it, that’s precisely what she did. She initiated everything and seduced me.
“Yes” she said while hanging her head. “You’re right. I did seduce you and I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because you had no idea what my intentions were and I forced myself on you. I’m 8 years older than you and I should have known better. I could have ruined a wonderful friendship by pulling that stunt.” She was nearly to tears when I butted in.
“But it wasn’t all you! I was there right? I could have stopped you any time. I was enjoying that moment as much as you and you were nothing but the perfect teacher.” I couldn’t think of a better word for that. “Besides, you kept asking me if I wanted to stop and I didn’t. And as far as ruining a wonderful friendship…I’m here now aren’t I? I’d say you’ve done nothing but enhance it.” God I sounded so mature – so adult. I couldn’t believe the words coming from my mouth. I don’t think she was prepared for that either.
“Guess I’m a little more mature than we both though huh?” I added.
“So you’re ok with what I did?”
“What WE did Carol.” I came back with while taking her hands in mine. “It was the most memorable night of my life and I hope it doesn’t end with that.” Ohmygawd – what was that? Did I just open up the window of opportunity there or what? My heart was fluttering. I can’t believe how I was so immature and ‘young’ most of the time then I come up with moments of pure adult phrases. I think I watched too much TV in my youth.
There was an awkward moment – a space in time where neither of us knew where to go from there or what to say. “Who was on the phone?” I blurted out when I remembered her line of “…she’s here – I gotta go…” She explained it was a friend of hers and she was asking her some advise.
“Must have been about me,” I queried and told her what I heard.
“Yes it was sweetie. I was asking her how to talk to you about, well, what we did.”
“She give you some good advice?” I asked.
“A bit – yes.” She said.
“Did it help?” Pausing in a moment of what seemed to be instant replay in her head, she replied…
“Not one Damn Bit!” With that we both burst out laughing and from then on we were fine together. I knew we had reached the summit of our crisis and that it would be pretty much back to normal from now on.
“How about that swim now?” she asked. I nodded a yes as I was still giggling and we both got up. “Lets go change into our robes Rose.” her voice returning to the angelic tone I so loved, playful and comforting at the same time. As we made our way to the bedroom, she asked me rather bluntly if I had enjoyed myself last week. I was able to speak more freely with her now for some reason, not as timidly as I was a week ago, and told her that it too was a magical moment for me. As we meandered down the long hall we talked freely and I found myself admitting to her that I had never done anything like that before and more surprisingly confessing that I thought about it a lot during our time apart. She looked at me with the smile I so loved to see on her lips and simply said, “I’m so glad.”
We walked into her bedroom where she had laid our robes out on her bed earlier. “Would you like to change here with me or do you want some privacy?” she asked. Hesitating only for a moment, I though and decided that I would no longer let my inexperience get in the way, and exclaimed to her that we could change in here together. I felt a comfort with Carol that I did not want to loose and I was more than willing to follow her anywhere.
With her smiling back at me after hearing my statement, she simply said “wonderful” and brought her fingers up to her head and pulled out the stick that was holding her silky blonde hair up in a bun. Letting it fall to her shoulders she used her fingers to comb through her hair and let loose all the strands that were held captive for so long. I still found myself unsure of what to do or how to handle myself around her. I was enjoying just watching her.
She began to undo the buttons on her shorts and I did the same when she looked up at me. When she pulled hers down her legs and stepped out of them, I mimicked her actions. I had the bottoms to my bikini on under my shorts, but she was wearing cotton thong panties. I felt my heart begin to pound once again much like it did last week. She had a beautiful figure, showing very few signs that she had a baby not long ago. Before last week, I had never looked at a female in that sort of way. Sizing her up is the best way to describe it. That task was usually saved for the cute guys that I found in my daily life. But her body was so appealing. I couldn’t help but notice.
She then took hold of the bottom hem of her t-shirt and in one motion lifted it up and over her head. As she did she turned her back to me and I saw that she had no bra on once again. I was beginning to wonder if she ever wore a bra. Maybe I was missing out on something by wearing one all the time. Again I mimicked her and lifted my shirt up and over my head, tossing it on the bed just like her. I also had the top to my bikini already on under my shirt. I felt ready to go swimming but she through me a curve ball. Still with her back to me the next thing I witnessed was her bending down and removing the thong panties, discarding them onto the bed, then picking up her robe and twirling it about her until she was snug inside it’s folds. Before she could turn around and see me in my suit, I hurriedly Reached behind my back and grasped the string to my top and yanked it loose, letting the fabric fall away from my body. As she turned to face me I very calmly, as if this was all natural for me, began to untie the straps of my bikini bottoms. I thought for sure she would notice my shaking fingers.
I must have fooled her by looking so calm and such because as I nervously pulled the swimsuit off my body, she picked up my robe and opened it like a butler holding a coat for his master. I stepped into the terrycloth and she wrapped me up in it. From her position behind me she tied the rope and then proceeded to hold me in an embrace that seemed to calm me all over.
“I’m so glad you are here Rose” she whispered in my ear then proceeded to kiss my lobe while giving me a little squeeze. I then curled my own arms about hers and hugged them while letting out a little hum of contentment. I was feeling very comfortable now. My inhibitions seemed to fade away. At that moment I happened to notice the absence of her baby daughter. I leaned back into Carol’s hold and asked her where she was. Again she said that Grandma and Grandpa have her and that brought a smile to my face for I remembered what happened last time the baby wasn’t there with us.
“Oh do you have something special in store for us today?” I questioned in a most obvious sarcastic tone.
“Hmmmm – perhaps” she hummed at me. I could feel her squeeze me tight and kiss my neck at that moment. She released her hold on me and I turned around to face her. With her arms about my neck and mine finding a most natural place on her lovely hips, we both smiled and fell into our first kiss since that morning she “sent me off to work”. The feeling of her soft, warm lips pressing against my own sent surges of energy through my body. I could feel the surface of my skin electrify with sensation. My face began to blush as I felt the heat start at my eyes and work it’s way down my cheeks. I was becoming quite warm in that robe. Carol must have been experiencing the same effect for as we broke our kiss, she took a deep breath – like a sigh – and fanning her face with her fingers said she really needed that swim now. I nodded and taking me by the hand, she lead me out the bedroom, down the hall and out to the backyard where the pool resided.
Her backyard was simply one of the most glamorous I had ever seen. Not very large in size, it gave the feeling of openness as well as privacy by virtue of the way it was landscaped and decorated. She spent a lot of time making it look so beautiful. This was truly her escape from the world. The yard was lined with tall shrubs and trees that blocked the view from neighboring houses while keeping the center yard open and spacious.
The pool and guesthouse were nestled in the back-left corner with the pool half surrounded by a natural rock out cropping that included with a waterfall complete with a love seat ledge behind it. A diving board was built into the rocks and was colored brown to look more like a fallen tree than the typical turquoise board. The pool itself was also made of material colored to take on a more natural look, like a pond or river with a dark bed. The rest of the pool’s rim was lined with slabs of dark granite. The water just sparkled in its environment.
The guesthouse sitting not too far away maintained the ambiance by looking like a cabin. Inside there was a guest room complete with a couch, table and chairs, a small kitchenette, bed and it’s own bathroom with an oversized shower. Very sheik. A room accessed from the outside was attached where all the pumps and pool equipment was stored.
The rest of the yard was adorned with a lush deep green lawn that was absolutely heaven to walk barefoot in and other flowering and decorative plants along the perimeter. The pool was actually uphill from back of the house making you feel that you were in Greece looking at some of the old ruins above. There were no pillars of marble, but there just as well should have been. Carol really loves her yard.
Walking up to the pool, we followed a small path that lead to a small patio outside of the guesthouse that had a few lounges and tables on it. One lounge was built for two and each one had a 2” thick, fabric covered cushion on it. We arrived and tested the water by dipping our toes into the pool. Perfection. The water was warmed just slightly so that it wasn’t a shock to swim in but not so much that it felt like an indoor heated pool.
The moment came when Carol disrobed and tossed it on the lounge built for two. She was absolutely ravishing seeing her standing there in the sunlight, her skin glowing and her eyes sparkling. I hesitated for a moment and she picked up on it. She asked what was wrong.
“I’ve never skinny dipped before” I admitted. Giving me a sweet little kiss she assured me that once I try it, “you’ll never buy another swimsuit again!” With that I followed my own desires not to be timid any longer and pulled at the rope that held the robe closed about my body. The knot untied and the robe fell open and I felt a gentle breeze tickle my skin before I could even take off the robe. That feeling was inspiring. Feeling energized, I let the robe fall to the ground and with a mischievous grin yelled out “last one in is a rotten egg!” How corny! But it worked, both Carol and I dashed from the lounge and in all our glory dove into the pool’s inviting water.
The first thing I must admit here is that diving into a pool without the constraints of a swimsuit is incredible! My body sliced into the water so effortlessly with absolutely no drag from a suit. One smooth swoosh and I was in. The other confession is how I instantly fell in love with the way the water felt as it touched parts of my body not normally exposed in this situation. I felt the watery friction upon my breasts as I glided through the water and the way the water swirled between my legs, the little bubbles tickling me in such a way that felt absolutely wonderful. She was right – I was going to burn my swimsuits when I got home!
We both surfaced at the other end of the pool practically simultaneously. “Tie!” she yelled out before I could take a breath.
“So does that make us both rotten eggs?” I questioned nearly choking on the water flowing in my mouth.
“No – No! This means we BOTH win!” she exclaimed then wrapped and arm around my neck, pulling me close to her and presenting me with a long passionate kiss. With each of us holding onto the side of the pool with one of our hands, we were able to keep above water even though our legs stopped kicking and started to entangle with each other. We pressed our bodies together, using our legs and free arms to tie ourselves up into a ball. My heart started to race and I could feel a heat wave course through my veins as my arousal was building quickly.
I had discovered heaven and it was in the touch of her nude body against mine. Breast to breast and stomach to stomach. This was more of an awakening to my sexuality than lying in her arms all night. That in itself will always be special to me, but there was something very different when you feel another person start to explore your body with her hands, legs and self.
After loosing our grips once or twice and slipping off the edge of the pool, we made our way over to the waterfall area and into the shelter of the seat that hid behind it. We sat up on the ledge and brushed our hair back from our faces. The world looked so different as I peered out through the water – all distorted and ever changing. The one clear truth was sitting next to me. Breathing heavily after our initial ruckus, I couldn’t help but stare at Carol’s womanly breasts. Practically the only part of her body that still showed signs of her motherhood, I marveled at how round and firm they actually were. Her nipples and areolas still oversized and somewhat darkened from her breastfeeding, but returning slowly to their pinkish texture hovered just above the waterline as the waves created from the waterfall danced all over them.
My breasts were smaller than hers. Not by much but still showed signs of my youth. They were soft yet firm, perky I guess could be used to describe them and a B-cup for sure as they weren’t as full as Carol’s Cs. My nipples always were small but stood out quite a bit when cold or aroused. The areola surrounding each was about the size of a quarter when relaxed. I found myself glancing at both hers and my breasts, unconsciously comparing. She caught me. I didn’t think I could blush more than I already was, but when she took one of her breasts in hand and one of mine in the other and said “Yep – Not the same size but both ripe for the pickin` ” I nearly died laughing. Whether she did it on purpose or it just happened to be good timing, she knew how to relax me.
“How are you doing Rose?” she asked me, concerned that this was only the second time I was with a woman.
“Oh I’m good” I replied.
“Ya think?” she quipped starting to take things up a notch after being assured I wasn’t freaking or anything. I nodded and with that she slid off the ledge into the water and swam up in front of me, bringing her face to mine and planting a long kiss on my lips. Surprisingly, I was the one who used tongue this time. It was so natural.
Carol let out a little moan “mmmmmmm – good so far, but I wonder…” she had a mischievous smile on her face. I looked at her wondering what she meant and watched as she lowered her face down to my exposed breasts. Peeking up devilishly at me, I sat there frozen as she parted her lips and took my left nipple into her mouth. A flash of heat surged through my body and I stared in amazement, my mouth hanging open with my jaw tightening up, I gasped for air. As I did, this naturally pressed my breast further into her mouth. It was only a split second then she released it, but the surge continued making my body emit little tremors.
“How are you now?” she asked again with that devilish look on her face. I couldn’t stop shaking. It was a wonderfully strange sensation and I was lost for words. My face must have assured her that it felt wonderful though I had lost all control over my ability to speak. My shivering wouldn’t stop. It was if I was freezing yet I had a fire raging through my veins. My nipples now standing taller and harder than I have ever witnessed, I reached out and pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. Our tongues dancing about inside our mouths, the sounds of our heavy breathing ricocheted within the confines of the cove.
I was gone – nothing would keep me from experiencing everything with her. Gone was the little girl, shy and unsure. Gone was the young woman, tentative and nervous. Here was Rose – a woman exploring her sexuality. It was that fast of a transition. I have always marveled at that. Before I was thinking way too much. Wondering if I should do this or if I shouldn’t. Now I was free to discover what joys I dared – and I dared a lot that afternoon. As she hung off the ledge in front of me and we continued to kiss, my legs instinctively wrapped around her bottom and supported her while bringing our bodies closer together. The pool inhibited me from being able to pull her right against me, however, every so often I could feel her belly brush up against the outer surface of my womanhood. A real rose in bloom.
It must have been adrenaline that was making me shake for it didn’t cease and I had to get out of the water for now I was beginning to feel cold. Carol noted this and broke our kiss and suggested we move our party to dry land. I nodded my head and released her from between my legs and watched as she sank into the water. She bolted under the waterfall and surfaced on the other side. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I sat there alone. Through the water I could hear her call out “you coming or not sweetie?” I yelled to her that I was but probably shouldn’t have because in that small space my voice was louder than my ears appreciated. Shaking that off I took a breath and dove into the water.
I swam under the surface to where she stood in the middle of the pool. I still couldn’t believe how wonderful the current felt on my body. Surfacing next to her, she planted a quick little kiss on me and took my hand. We walked over to the stairs where the water was only waist deep. She then turned to me and collected me up into a loose embrace. Looking into my eyes, she had once again a serious, yet inviting look upon her face.
“My sweet Rose” she started. “I’m not going to mention this again so that I don’t kill any mood we are in, however, I must bring this up one last time ok?”
Looking deeply at her I said, “Tell me.”
“I want to share so much with you and to this point I feel you are receptive to my lead.” Pausing to collect her word she then continued, “I want you to know that if at any time you want to stop – just say so. There will be no shame or disappointment. Do you understand?”
I had already resigned myself to following her wherever she took me and I wanted my response to be noteworthy. So I pulled her close, meshing our bodies together and kissed her. Lifting my right leg to wrap around her and gently rubbed myself on her hip. When I pulled away from the kiss, a look of amazement was on her face that quickly segued to the most loving expression I had seen in her eyes to date. We understood each other and no further questions were made.
We walked hand in hand up the pool steps onto the granite surface and walked over to where our robes lay on the double lounge. When we arrived, she turned to face me and immediately began to kiss and embrace me. I always loved to kiss but never as much as I did kissing her. There was something different about kissing a woman. Perhaps it was her and not just because she was female. Everyone I have kissed has a different effect on me and hers was the most moving I have ever experienced.
Our kissing continued while our hands began to explore the wet skin of our bodies. Still a little lost at what to do I just emulated what I had seen in the movies. It must have felt forced or awkward, or perhaps as my teacher, Carol only wanted to give me some words of wisdom. Between those wonderful kisses she whispered in my ear; “let yourself go my sweet Rose. Allow your hands and lips to do to me what you think you’d enjoy feeling yourself. Nothing you do will disappoint me.” If I wasn’t sure before, those words confirmed that I was most certainly aroused by what we were doing. I could actually feel the heat and wetness between my legs grow in intensity with her comment.
Our hands were quite busy by now, exploring each other, discovering and learning every curve of our bodies. We had already passed the point we got to last week and I knew that we would go much further before we stopped. One of my hands found its way down to the curve of her bottom. It was very soft and quite inviting. I gave her cheek a little squeeze and I heard her let out a soft moan in my mouth. Her hands had found their way down to mine as well. Her actions were a bit different. She would squeeze my cheeks together then spread them apart, pulling me tight and exposing my ass to the air. At times I felt as if she were trying to split me in half as the intensity of her passion overshadowed reality, but I didn’t care. It was all feeling so good.
With her hands focusing on the lower portion of my body, that gave me ample access to the upper half of hers. I brought my hands up and with one wrapped around her back the other found its target and cupped her left breast. I began to massage and squeeze it gently. I could detect her pressing herself deeper into my grip and I would grip a little tighter. Our kissing had stopped as we were finding it more difficult to breath with all that was going on. Every now and then we’d plant kisses along our necks and shoulders. Pressing her body between my two hands, I thought I might be going too hard then she would signal to me through little coos that all was well.
I found myself emitting little sounds as her actions below became more intense. Her squeezing and spreading had worked into a fever of action. She would “dig deep” and grab as much of my cheeks as she could while squeezing and then spread everything she had open wide. At times her fingers would tickle the rim of my ass and I would shudder. No one had ever touched me there. I didn’t know if I liked it or not. She then moved one hand around to my breasts and was doing a more aggressive massage than I was. My head started to spin from all these sensations and as she continued to ravish my body I found myself holding onto her shoulders to maintain balance. This meant that I was leaning away from her slightly and gave her room to let her hand explore more sensitive portions. With one hand still grasping a cheek from behind, her other hand traveled down from my breasts and to my midriff. Lingering there for a moment, she rubbed my belly similarly to a woman caressing herself while pregnant. A soft gentle touch going in small circles. I was swooning.
In a motion fluid and deliberate, she then turned her fingers downward and took a straight course over my pelvic area and down between my legs, cupping her hand about my fleshy mound and gently pulling upwards. I lost all feeling in my legs and my knees began to buckle as she explored the engorged folds of the budding rose below. She then carefully began to sit and guide me down onto the lounge. I unconsciously followed and she lay me there on my back with my legs draped over the edge of the lounge. She cradled my neck with an arm while she again rubbed my belly and caressed my breasts. Watching as my face expressed my pleasure, she then returned to paradise. My neatly trimmed pubic hairs caught every move of her fingers and sent bolts of pleasure though my gut and all about my body.
Readjusting so that we were both up on the lounge completely, I was now in a reclined position with my head on the top cushion. Her arm no longer below my neck, I realized that she was not up at the same level as I. Her head was hovering over my right breast while her hand continued to explore the surface of my pussy. I felt a warm breath on my nipple then the soft wetness of her lips enclosing about it. Taking both the nipple and areola completely in her mouth I saw stars as she began to nurse my breast. Licking and suckling on me like a baby does on her mother. I was lost completely in the heat when she sent me to further heights by inserting a finger past my labia and inside of me. I let out a shriek and instinctively spread my legs apart further to welcome her probing finger. Biting my lip as not to scream too loudly for the neighbors to hear, my breathing became quick and shallow.
She then pulled the finger she had in me up and out and pressed it firmly against the hooded nub of my clitoris. Thrusting my pelvis upwards and against her finger I couldn’t help but let out a long and exhausting cheer of ecstasy. She lingered about the spot, circling around it like a shark before it strikes its prey. I couldn’t control my body, as it was moving in ways it had never before. It was lunging at and aching for more attention from her fingers while trying to position itself in the most advantageous pose. She then combined rubbing my clitoris with the deep insertion of her fingers, switching between the two. Starting with one finger at first, she then added a second and used them to stretch out my youthful garden. My body was wriggling all over the lounge. While driving me crazy with her fingers, she wasn’t helping me stay quiet by her relentless suckling of my breasts either. By now she was switching between the two at will. The combination was intense. I felt like I would explode if she continued. As if reading my mind, I felt her withdraw her fingers and release my nipples from her sensual lips.
My body slowly settled down, still moving and lunging uncontrollably now and then. My breathing was deep and quick, and with each exhale, I heard myself wheezing little coos and moans. My body was covered with dots of moisture, which were a combination of pool water and beads of sweat. All this activity under the heat of the summer sun was overwhelming. As my body continued to calm itself I realize Carol had gotten up and was gazing at me. She smiled her angelic smile and held out both her hands beckoning me to get up. I wasn’t sure my legs would hold but I attempted to rise anyway. She helped me to my feet and holding me close with both hands, we walked over to the guesthouse.
Entering the coolness of the room, it was difficult to see after having the sun shining down on me for so long. She led me to the bed there and helped my lay back down. She pulled the blankets down and I lay down on the sheets. She then took a pillow and without a word uttered had me lift my body and placed it just under my bottom and lower back. I had no idea why she did this but at that moment, I didn’t care. She could have asked me to stand on my head and I would have.
She then knelt next to me on the bed, leaning down to kiss me once again. She then placed a hand next to me and leaned over my face with her other hand supporting her on the other side of my body. Straddling me like this she kissed me once again, then lifted her head and positioned one of her luscious breasts over my face, letting it dangle there, tempting me. I quickly responded by using my hands to cup either side of her right breast, holding it like a baby holds a bottle and guiding her erect nipple into my open mouth. I began to nurse on her as she did to me. My tongue making that little sucking wave while my fingers gently squeezed her breast. I looked up and could see her eyes were closed and she had a most pleasant smile upon her face. She was glowing!
Looking down at me, she repositioned herself so I could then repeat my actions on her other, most ample bosom. I so enjoyed suckling her. I could have continued until my tongue grew numb, but she had another surprise in store for me. Pulling slowly away she once again leaned over me and kissed my lips. Raising herself off my face, she looked so lovingly into my eyes, her angelic smile returning to her radiant face and said in the softest of voices,
“And now my love, let me share one more glorious moment with you.” She then sighed and said, “I love you Rose” and pulled away from me. Making her way down my body, her fingers gliding down just barely touching me sending chills everywhere, she moved herself down past my hips and kept moving eventually standing up from the bed. She then stood at the end of the bed where my feet lay and bent over, placing her hands on each of my legs just above my ankles. Taking gentle hold I felt her begin to move them away from each other causing my legs to spread apart. She then knelt with one knee between them and glided her hands up to my knees. When they got there she shifted them so they were underneath and bent my knees up having my feet set on the mattress now. She then knelt with her other knee and moved up closer to me still with her hands under my knees she pulled them up further until my feet were almost touching the pillow beneath me.
My heart was pounding with anticipation and my eyes were fixed on every move she made. She brought her hands down to my ankles and positioned my feet a little farther apart then glided her fingers up the inside of my legs to my knees again and gently pushed them outward causing me to open my legs further exposing my most private self to her, abandoning all defenses. Then with her fingertips, she traced down the inside of my thighs and stopped where they met in the middle. She lightly placed both hands on the area surrounding my womanhood and just framed it like a picture for her to admire. She then lowered herself to her elbows and, supporting herself, stretched her legs out behind her until she was lying on her stomach. All I could see from my angle was her head and the roundness of her bottom behind her. Occasionally I’d catch a glimpse of her feet as she continuously moved them about.
She looked up at me, and I smiled at her letting her know I was ready. She then pursed her lips and I felt her blow a gentle breeze over my fully engorged labia. The wetness I had produced made her breath feel very cool and stimulating. I fought to keep my eyes open but failed on numerous occasions.
The first sensation I felt was that of her beginning to massage me there. I felt her fingers press down where they lay on the soft mound of flesh above my sex. Simultaneously, her thumbs did the same actions as her fingers. They were lingering in that most tender and sensual void between my pussy and my ass. I had never been touched there before and the sensations that sprang from there were nearly as rewarding as any direct stimulus on my genitalia. She was kneading me. Bringing her thumbs and fingers together, gently squeezing the mound of flesh that she grasped in between. Oh how absolutely wonderful that felt.
My body stiffened with a jolt when I felt her tongue tease the crest of the hill she made with my pussy. As she held me in her hands, the exposed area became a playground for the warm, silky touch of her tongue. Holding me in such a way heightened my sensitivity and with each pass of her tongue, my body produced tremors that shook my entire being. I tried to control the lunging of my sex at her for fear that I may hurt her, but neither I could control my actions nor did she need the help. She knew what she was doing and knew just how to compensate for my gyrations.
She continued in this way for a while then, with her hands in the same position, she reversed the hold she had on me. Pulling her fingers apart and now using her palms for added strength, it felt as if she were trying to open me up. Her fingers, still pressing on the top of my pelvic area pulled my skin tight while her thumbs began a methodic massage of my nether void. My hands were becoming restless and anxiously attempted to find something to do. Occasionally I felt myself cupping my breasts, using my fingers to pinch my nipples but this would not last long as my hands soon were looking for something else to do.
I felt Carol reposition her hands with her fingers now finding their way through the folds of my womanhood and gingerly spreading my labia open to reveal the pinkness of my inner sex. Another gentle breeze caressed my wetness. With the fingers of one hand she held the pedals of my rose open that allowed her to trace each fold with the fingers of her other hand. The gentle touch she applied was both sensual and ticklish. I squirmed to her touch. She enjoyed this, as I was able to look upon her, with great effort, and see the most satisfied look on her face. She appeared to be proud of what sensations she was invoking in me.
Continuing, she prolonged this wonderous torment for quite some time. I had become so lost in my feelings that I barely winced when I felt her slip a finger past my outer lips. She had shown me this pleasure on the lounge and when I did realize what she was doing I welcomed it back willingly. Then I felt a second finger slip in beside the other. They were her two middle fingers as I was able to feel her index finger and pinkie pressed against either side of my labia as she drove the other two deep inside me. Her hand was facing upward allowing the inserted fingers to press against the roof of my pussy. This sent waves of heat coursing through my veins. My hands were once again anxious to do something as her treatment continued.
Then I felt something that I had not expected and my hands discovered how much mattress they could grasp at one time. Thinking that her fingers were accomplishing enough I didn’t expect to feel the silkiness of her tongue pressing against my clitoris. When she snuck that in, my body jolted, my nails dug into the bed and my back arched in a way I never knew possible. I couldn’t hold back and let out a cry of total ecstasy. My throat instantly sore from the sudden exclamation and my jaw cramping as I grimaced in pleasure, clinching my teeth together. She paused for a moment to allow me to breath. When she saw that I was ok and relaxed a bit, she attacked again, returning me to my pose like a body being injected with thousands of volts of electricity. Another long horse cry came from my deepest soul. My body was completely tense with this euphoria. It was intense, it was new and I was not able to control myself.
Having me lay with that pillow beneath me gave her the most perfect angle of attack. Her tongue flicking and licking relentlessly at my clit, occasionally placing her lips about it and sucking it deep into her mouth. With her fingers probing me from within pressing upwards and her other hand pressed down against them from the outside, I certainly felt as if I’d explode! I knew I couldn’t last long this way. It was so intense and so energized. She knew too and so continued her actions sending me past the point of no return.
I felt it start to build from the outermost reaches of my body. A slow – welcomed burning sensation building with a continued force behind it. As it made its way through my body, becoming stronger and hotter, I became noticeably docile. My gyrations slowing but my grip just as tight on that mattress as before. I was frozen in my pose of suspended animation as the wave within picked up speed and grew in strength. Then I felt it! Like water bursting through a dam, I “saw” my wave come crashing together inside, converging precisely where Carol was focusing her talents and exploding with a thunderous roar!
My cries echoed off the walls of the guesthouse. My body began to convulse like never before with my eyes staring straight at the ceiling. My head dug itself deep into the pillow and I believe I even heard my nails tearing the sheet that I had a death grip on. I had never experienced an orgasm so incredibly intense. I had enjoyed many in my life but never like this. I though I was going to die. I felt the power of its rage expending my energy. Sucking my life from me. I neither saw stars nor anything else clearly. I was lost in another plane. I felt a wetness between my legs like never before. My legs were numb. My heart throbbed within. I felt its pulse through every inch of my body. I felt so alive yet so drained as well. I was no longer screaming as my voice had succumbed to overuse. My hair was drenched with sweat and I knew not where I was for the briefest of moments. Then all went dark.
When I came to, Carol was cuddled up next to me. We were covered in a sheet and she was softly caressing my face. “Sleep well?” she softly queried. A look of love was expressed on her radiant face.
“Am I alright?” was the only thing I could exhale out, may voice still quite nonexistent. With a gentle nod she assured me that I was just fine.
“You fell asleep” she explained, “must have worn you out sweetie.” I confessed to her that I couldn’t remember anything after it all began. She understood and said I remained awake for a few moments after it subsided then fell off to sleep from exhaustion. I had only been out for an hour and during that time she held me and waited for me to return to her.
Oh what a difference a week makes. Only last week did I kiss a woman for the first time and spent the night in her arms. Thinking that was euphoria I had no idea what was to happen just 7 days later. A woman just made love to me! Taking me to heights I have never been before. If I weren’t so drained at the time I would have reciprocated the favor. It was when I confessed my desire to do the same for her that she smiled at me and ever so softly said to me…
“Don’t worry about it my love. You will have plenty of opportunities for that in the future.”