This is a transcript of an actual e-mail ‘conversation’ I had with my good friend Rebecca. I’ve decided to publish it for your enjoyment — it’s too good to keep private. Then read my notes at the end.
Becky, my pussy is so warm and juicy this evening, don’t you wish you could be here with me? I’d instruct you to make me a cafetiére of hot, strong coffee and bring it to me with a slab of dark chocolate.
I’d sit in my brown leather armchair with you kneeling at my feet. Hold on. I’m going upstairs to change. You must stop reading this e-mail for 5 minutes and wait for me. Start timing now, no peeking.
Hi. I’m back now. Look at the pictures to see what I’m wearing. Hasn’t the model got fabulous legs? Mine aren’t quite as long. The bustière is by Prima Visione. Oh, by the way, the stockings I’m wearing now have seams up the back. Mmmmmm.
OK, now feed me pieces of chocolate. See how it melts on my fingers? Go on, suck it off. Now the next one.
Becky, my stocking seams aren’t straight. Here, if I lift one leg you can straighten it. Good girl. Now the other. Do you like the panties? Quite low cut aren’t they. If I spread my legs wide, can you see how they have slipped into my pussy slit? Now the edges of my mound are showing; bare, smooth, gets you wondering whether the whole of my pussy is shaved or only the edges. Help me slip on these high stiletto–heeled shoes. Do up the straps tightly won’t you; don’t want me slipping off them. Now you will see why I love this arm-chair. See how I can hook my legs over the arms? Legs so wide apart, creamy flesh of my inner thighs exposed.
I’m very excited that you have agreed to submit to my dominance. You will not be disappointed, and neither will I.
Its so cold outside, I’m stood waiting at your front door, this is the third and final time I’m going to press you doorbell. I’m wearing exactly like you told….so cold, nipples so very erect, rubbing against the cup of my sexy black lace bra. Sorry I chose this bra it’s just my nipples are so hard and sensitive the satin cups are just too much!! I’m wearing the same panties and put on a special treat for you. See pic. Hope this makes up for the change in bra……. I’m feeling so sexy tonight writing this, since I got home from work I’ve been walking around like this, and writing my reply to you…xx
I’m wearing the very boots I’ve bought for my Christmas party next week, so they’re so sexy and slutty a bit like me….
I’m also wearing my long black leather jacket just as you requested, I open the jacket exposing myself to the cold winter wind, hope none of your neighbours see, this blonde, in black lingerie, knee high boots standing at your door.
So am I going to stand at the door all night or are you going to open the door and let me service you…..
Well done, Miss Rebecca, you have arrived right on time. And I see you are wearing a long coat. I hope you have followed my instructions and that you are wearing your black satin bra and high-cut panties underneath and nothing else. You are. Good. And I see you are wearing long leather boots with nice high slender heels; I know that makes it difficult for you to walk. You look so sexy when you totter on high heels, I like to see you struggling to walk in a straight line, it forces you to push out your ass and wiggle your hips.
Were you expecting to come straight into my home? Were you expecting me to open the door dressed in just my black Prima Visione bustière, panties, suspenders and seamed stockings? Were you expecting me to sit in my leather chair and instruct you to kneel between my legs and carry on where we left off yesterday? Oh, Miss Rebecca, I’m so sorry I ended my e-mail so abruptly yesterday. I had to attend to something urgently. I also wanted to tease and frustrate you because I thought you’d enjoy that. Did you?
No, we are going out. Yes, with you wearing only a coat over your lingerie. Yes, it’s going to be fun isn’t it? We’re going to walk to the bar down the road; it’ll be cold on the way. Here, hold my hand so you don’t fall …
It’s warm in here, I like the lively atmosphere. Do you see that everyone is looking at us? They recognise me and are wondering who the gorgeous young blonde woman with the clear blue eyes is who is with me, and why she hasn’t taken off her coat. Stay there whilst I get some drinks. A large glass of red wine OK for you? How did I know!
You look very warm; pity you can’t take off your coat, even though it would be so exciting if you did. Here, let me unbutton it down as far as your bra and let everyone enjoy seeing your cleavage. If only they knew you were virtually naked underneath. Being the only one who knows gives me a thrilling feeling of power.
Go on, rub the heel of your boot up my leg, I’d like that. Careful you don’t ladder my stocking though. People are watching but I don’t care, it’s making me so horny sitting here with you. My pussy is making my panties wet and I can feel my nipples hardening against my bustière.
I’m getting so aroused now I think it’s time we went home, come on, finish your drink. Here, hold my hand, you seem a little unsteady on your feet. Must be the wine and the heels.
Safe and warm indoors now. Your nipples must be so hard now from the cold air outside. Do they hurt? Don’t take your coat off yet; make me some coffee just how I like it. Make yourself one too. See, I’m a kind, compassionate dominatrix.
Now, help me out of my coat. Do you like my business suit? Very formal I know. Some might say severe. Does it suit me? Unbutton my jacket, that’s right, hang it carefully. No, not my shirt yet, my skirt first. I know you’re longing to see my seamed stockings, aren’t you? There. Doesn’t that look good, the way my suspenders disappear under the hem of my shirt? Now my shirt buttons, starting at the bottom, all the way up, now off my shoulders. Did I hear you sigh as you saw my body, revealed yet concealed by my bustière, held firmly yet delicately by the bra cups, the straps, the boning? This is one of my favourites.
I’m sure you want to touch me but you seem to be enjoying just looking at me for now as I turn around slowly. Here, feed me some chocolate, like this. Hold a piece between your front teeth and let me lick it first then … take it from you between my lips. No, sorry, we couldn’t have kissed then, it’s too early in the evening to reward you in that way.
Are you getting very warm, with your coat still on? I expect you’re perspiring in there. Not long now, I’ll just sit back in my leather chair, my stockinged legs draped over the arms, my ankle boots still on my feet and my low-cut black panties tight across my pussy. I feel like a princess. Yes, I think you should call me Princess Julia from now on, it has a lovely sensual ring to it, don’t you think?
Stand with your back to the wall opposite me now, and unbutton your coat. I want to be sure that you truly have followed my instructions and are wearing your black satin bra and panties. Not too quickly, one button at a time, Miss Rebecca, and take it off.
Oh yes, you look fabulous. Let me look at you. Turn around. Terrific ass you have, or so it seems. Nice waist, and super cleavage too. I like the boots. Does the cool air feel good on your body? My body is highly aroused by you. My nipples are pressing hard against my cups and I can feel my pussy opening, blossoming and seeping my inner juices. My pussy nectar is welling up and you are going to be my worker bee, harvesting my nectar from between my enticing petals.
Now Miss Rebecca it’s time for you to strip naked for my enjoyment. Go on, and describe what you are doing and exactly what your body feels like and looks like in explicit, accurate detail. Don’t rush, turn me on.
My head is spinning like you said it’s probably from the heels and the wine, But also that scent your wearing its intoxicating.
I slowly lower the leather coat down my arms, the combination of the hot room, the jacket and my Princess sat in her big armchair has made little beads of sweat appear on my arms making the leather rub against my pale soft white skin. The coat catches at my wrists holding me like a pair of handcuffs, as I try to loosen the sleeves I push my breasts out so you have full view of my voluptuous mounds engaged in the black bra.
Finally they come free and the leather coat drops in heap to the floor. My mind is racing with scenarios of what you’re going to do to me next, each one is kinkier than the last.
You flick a button on a remote control you have in your hand and some soft music slides out of the speakers. As I step forward from the heaped coat I stumble to my knees in front of you, I’m still not in control of these heels but my Princess insisted I wear them. I stand up, I’m stood right in front of you, my breathing is heavy as cold winter air still feels my lungs, my breasts rise and fall on my chest.
I begin to calm myself as the slow beat begins to make my hips react, I slowly move from side to side, hands on my stomach gently caressing my soft skin, I cross my arms and slowly slide them up my sides and the sides of breasts until they are on my shoulders and then gliding through my blonde hair.
My right hand moves down over my face and I open my red glossed lips to accept my finger. Licking up and down each one until they’re nice and wet. I do the same with my left hand, so now all ten of my fingers are soaking wet.
My nipples are straining at the satin material of my bra cups, I slowly squeeze my right breast with my right hand forcing my shoulders to move back thrusting more of my full mounds into my hand, I do exactly the same with my left hand and breast. I throw my head back and bend at the knee giving you maximum viewing pleasure of my magnificent tits. As I continue to manipulate the flesh my bra straps slide down my shoulders and hook over my elbows, exposing more cleavage to your hungry eyes.
I am so turned on, my pussy is pulsating in my black panties, I can feel the juices beginning to saturate the material. I feel confident and in control of the situation, watching you sat in that armchair lusting after my hot horny body is driving my crazy. You maybe my Princess Julia and I’m Miss Rebecca but I know you want to lick and touch every part of my body and in that sense I feel in control, I know my pleasure will come, and its going to be you whose going to give it to me.
I step forward once more so my legs are on either side of your left leg, my pussy juice is glistening in the light as it trickles down my hot thighs. I can see in your eyes you want to see my nipples, night after night I’ve described them for you over our e-mails, with my fingertips I slightly pinch my nipples through the satin. Tweaking and pulling them very gently causing shuddering sensations in the pit of my stomach, causing me to let out a soft audible moan.
My right hand begins to move down my hot body and stops just above my sopping panties, I look deep into your eyes and slide my hand out of sight into the damp garment. My index finger glides over my clit causing me to shudder with excitement, my right bra strap slides down my arm, but the material clings to my erect nipple. I must look like the dirtiest slut alive, standing in front of you. Right hand deep in my panties stroking my hot pussy lips, left hand on my left breast slowly squeezing the fullness and right bra cup only being kept up due to my hard erect nipple beneath it. Hips moving back and forth, side to side to the slow music.
I pull my hand out of my panties leaving a clear sticky trail of pussy juice across my stomach and up to my waiting breasts, I slide my left strap down my arm towards my wrist whilst keeping the contents still encased in their cups. Reaching behind, I unclip the bra’s fastenings whilst still holding the cups up over my breasts. All I have to do is let go and for the first time my Princess Julia will see my 36D breasts in all their glory. A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead, are you losing your control Princess, is Miss Rebecca’s sexy dance and figure beginning to take effect?
I cross my left hand over my chest and grasp the right side of my black bra, so as to expose more flesh to my dominator. With my right hand I go back to the contents of the soaked panties. I begin to inch them down my thighs, and you start to see the small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair come into view. Which will appear first the breasts which we have had numerous erotic talks about or my juicy wet waiting to licked pussy?
Your eyes dart from one to another in anticipation, I close my eyes and tilt my head back, as I do I let go of my bra and squeeze my thighs together, causing both items of clothes to cascade to the floor.
I move my head back level and search out your eyes.
All the time you have been putting on the most wonderfully arousing striptease I’ve ever seen, my eyes have been totally transfixed on your every move, carefully and appreciatively watching you as you tantalisingly exposed your precious body. At the same time, I have been acutely aware of my own feelings. My breasts have become swollen, hot and flushed, spilling out over the tops of my bustière cups. My nipples are hard and are pressing against the luxurious fabric of my classy lingerie. My pussy lips are engorged between my legs allowing the wet material of my panties to invade my slit and rub against my clit as I move constantly in my chair.
I have been tracing my hands over my body, trying to keep your attention focused on me as we each battle to gain control of the arousing situation. I run them through my blonde ringlets, over my face, my neck and down between my parted, lifted boobs. Onwards over my bustière and in one continuous movement I track them down the suspender straps to the top of my seamed stockings. Looking into your eyes, I then run them up over the smooth pale flesh of my inner thighs to the edge of my soaked panties, and stop.
‘Describe yourself to me, Miss Rebecca, tell me all about that luscious body standing before me, in perfect, exquisite detail ………….” I instruct you.
As the lingerie hits the floor I stand before my Princess totally naked.
My arms hang by my sides as I gently rock to the music.
My blonde hair hanging over my face, my blue eyes staring out from behind the strands of hair. My red lips parted very slightly taking in long deep breaths.
My head is spinning, I feel drunk but not off alcohol, off something else, almost being drunk because of my state of arousal. Every inch of my body is alive, tingling sensations from my fingertips to my toes.
My breasts slowly rise and fall as I take the deep breaths, your eyes just stare at them Transfixed almost like you’ve been hypnotised by them. My large pink nipples are fully erect like two cherries waiting to plucked and put into your mouth. They are so sensitive, even the breath of a beautiful woman on them would be enough to give me a wild orgasm.
My flat stomach quivers as my body is going into meltdown, a faint line of sticky pussy juice trails across to its final destination. My legs are still, frozen in position, I’m just waiting for you next move Princess what will you have me do? Or what will you do to me? My body cannot take anymore……..
“Dance!” I command you. A female body is so much more beautiful when it moves and no female body is more beautiful in my eyes than yours, my very own sweet Miss Rebecca. Try to relax, tune in to the music, move and gyrate a little.
I watch as your tense muscles stand out on your legs and your torso. I smile as your large breasts begin to sway; yes you are right I am hypnotised by their beauty and fascinated by your erect, pink nipples.
(Miss Rebecca, you must give me an exact and more detailed description of your boobs and nips so I can better picture them: size, shape, colour, do your boobs thrust straight out forwards when you stand up straight or do they spread outwards? Are they symmetrical or is one different from the other – this is quite common. Are your areolae large, small, round? Shit, you could even measure them for me! I’m truly captivated by your breasts and I haven’t even seen them yet).
You slowly caress your hands over your flat tummy and down onto your hips, drawing my eyes to them. Up and down your thighs then bending with your hands on your knees, your breasts swinging from your chest. You look up at me from under your dreamy eyelids and I go all gooey at the seductive sight.
Standing again you move your hands upwards over your body and I know where they are going next. You cup your breasts in your open palms and offer them to me and I struggle to stay in my chair I so much want to hold and feel them, but not yet.
“Play with your nipples” I insist and you tease and torment them into longer, larger, hotter pink buds than they’ve ever been before and I love to hear you moan with the pleasure, then the slight pain as you pinch and squeeze and pull them.
Moving your hands up you run them over your gorgeous neck. It would look so good with a choker collar around it but for now I’m enjoying seeing you totally naked. You push the straggling strands of perspiration-soaked hair away from your face and pout your red lips, slipping a finger between them and sucking on it like whore sucking a tiny cock. You pull your finger away and a long sticky strand of saliva trails from its tip.
“Show me your pussy” I now demand and willingly you turn your back to me, place your hands on your waist and bend forwards with your feet wide apart. You pussy mound emerges proudly from between your ass-cheeks at the top of your parted thighs, your slit already wide open, betraying your arousal, and your wetness glistens in the room lighting reminding you of the time I filmed you at the party. Once more you derive untold pleasure from displaying and exposing your sex to me and to my delight you place your spread fingertips on your ass and pull your cheeks apart, spreading your pussy lips wider to give me a delightful view of your open cunt and promising a peek at your clit if only I were to move from my chair and draw closer to you.
All this time I’ve been sitting on the warm leather of my seat, my stockinged legs slung over the arms, my fingers exploring my seductive bustière and trailing along the edges of my low-cut panties. Occasionally I slide a finger under a suspender strap or move it across to my panties and run it lightly over my pussy mound as I drag a nail of my other hand gently over the exposed top curve of one breast or the other.
But now I need to participate more fully, hugely aroused by your display of wanton, erotic nakedness and the come-on look in your clear blue eyes.
I stand up and walk over to you, your pussy still openly on display and very, very wet …
Before you move over to me seductively bent over exposing my dripping pussy I will tell about my breasts.
Being that my breasts are too big for my frame, they have only a slight sag to them. Like you I gym regularly which keeps them very firm. They sit quite high on my chest which makes them push forward rather than droop down, with the right bar on then enter rooms before I do!
Now the delicious details you’ve requested from your dirty Miss Rebecca…
My left breast is larger than my right, not so much that you would notice it but with a tape measure it is larger. My areolae are large and dark pink almost a beige colour. When squeezed hard enough they turn a deep purple colour which means they are incredibly sensitive. They are 1 3/4 inches wide and about the same from top to bottom. When I’m very, very horny tiny little bumps appear over the pink skin which when licked drives me crazy and on a few occasions nearly made me orgasm. My nipples are small compared to my areolae but become very erect when stimulated, they’re about 1/2 in length. Easily enough to get between your teeth and flick with your tongue.
This is the one area where fingers crossed being with a woman will be the greatest sex I will ever experience. The idea of somebody spending all night devouring my sensitive breasts makes me so hot, men just give them a couple of hard squeezes then try and shove their little dick into me……what great foreplay that is!!!
As you stand and stare at my glistening pussy, I see your long beautiful legs move, I can sense your moving behind me closer and closer. My entire body stiffens waiting for your first touch, I first feel your hot breath on my right ass cheek, then like a feather’s touch your tongue snakes out a gently touches my soft skin. I take a sharp intake of air as I slowly stand, our eyes meet in the mirror above your fireplace. We stare deep into each other’s eyes like a couple of star-crossed teenagers on a first date. The electricity between us is amazing, I feel I could orgasm without even being touched by this goddess, my Princess Julia…..
It seems like hours pass as we gaze at one another, you step forward so your soaked panties make contact with my naked ass. My knees feel like jelly as I struggle to keep my balance, your arms move either side of my hips and your fingers entangle with mine. I pull my arms across my stomach which pulls you closer against my back.
Your hot breath is now on my neck, still our eyes haven’t left one another’s, we both slowly move to the music in this erotic dance for lovers.
Still with my hands around your waist I lean my head forward and blow hot breath on your neck, first one side and then the other, then I dart my tongue out to touch your neck between the long damp strands of your silky blonde hair. I run it up to your hairline leaving a wet trail of saliva to match the liquid oozing from your pussy.
I glance in the mirror to see you now have your eyes closed so you do not notice me move my hands up to your lovely boobs sitting high and proud on your chest. I gently bite your earlobe at exactly the same moment as grasp your breasts with open hands and savour the sharp intake of breath followed by a long low sigh as I gently squeeze my fingers over your large pink areolae.
Moving my hands down a little I cup them under your large and lovely fleshy mounds, surprised at their significant weight but at the same time delighted to feel how firm they are. I look again in the mirror to enjoy the dreamy look on your face as I ensure you are not disappointed by your first experience of a woman’s hands caressing your delicious flesh. I press my pelvis against your ass and crush my damp panties against your upper thigh, grinding my pubic bone into your leg and sending wonderful sensations deep into my pussy. I move one hand down onto your abdomen, pulling you hard against me just in case you might pull away from me at the crucial moment.
I need not have worried. You lean back against me, pressing your shoulder blades against my breasts, as yet still encased in the cups of my luxurious bustière, my nipples crushed against its fabric in their aching fiery readiness. You gyrate your hips seductively against my groin sending shivers through my groin as my pussy anticipates your intentions.
Even though you must have expected it, you cry out in surprise when I squeeze my fingers together, trapping a nipple and pinching hard. I pull it outwards, twisting it and at the same time burying my tongue deep into your ear. Now your eyes are open wide, watching me torment your dark pink bud and pulling more of your areole away from the safe seductive curve of your ample breast.
My other hand slides lower down your tummy, inching towards your pussy mound. I wonder if you have noticed and whether you will allow my searching fingers to reach their pouting pink destination.
Suddenly you pull my hands away from your body. Momentarily I’m shocked and frustrated but you quickly spin around, wantonly exposing the full beauty of your voluptuous body to my appreciative stare. Your hands are all over me. You clamp them over my boobs, prizing them out of my lingerie. Debauched and aroused, I allow you to explore my body. Kneeling subordinately before me, you begin to unclip my suspender straps from the tops of my seamed stockings and plead with me to let you unclip the back fastenings of my tight black bustière.
You nod and seductively smile as you now know you have complete control over me, you know I would do anything to you and for you. I stop and stare, as you turn away from me, your Golden-Honey blonde hair covering your shoulder blades, the bustière tight around your sexy taut body. I step closer so this time my breath is on your neck, I position my dripping cunt directly behind your ass, and slowly rub up against your crack. Simultaneously I place my hands on your hips and pull you against my body, you exhale loudly as your back makes contact with my naked body. Your head rests against my left shoulder as my lips bury into your neck my tongue snaking out licking your soft skin. Even though you are my mistress, somehow the softness of your skin and low grunts make me feel the dominant partner. Maybe my Princess Julia doesn’t always like being the aggressor, sometimes she just wants to be kissed, caressed and made to feel like royalty.
As I eagerly kiss, lick and nibble your priceless neck, I feel your hand slide between our hot bodies towards my prize. Your fingers glide through my pubic hair inching ever closer to my soaked pussy. Feeling your hand against my lower abdomen, I slowly move my right hand down towards the top of your damp panties, I stop in surprise as my fingers find your left hand pulling the material away from your body, inviting my fingers into your pussies prison. Your head turns, our lips just inches apart, eyes staring, neither of us moves a muscle.
Who is going to make the next move……..
Then, just as you are about to slide your fingers inside my panties, I pull away from you and close the top of my undies, depriving you of your goal. So, now who’s in charge?
“Take my fucking bustière off, now, will you, bitch!” I growl.”
Only a moment ago you were pleading with me to allow you to. I know you want to feel my naked body against yours. So, stop rubbing your wet cunt against my ass and get these back fasteners undone.”
I spin around to face you and plant a hot wet kiss full on your mouth, lingering so long I have you gasping for breath and feeling light-headed. I grab your wrists firmly and pull your hands around behind my back in case you need further encouragement to release me from my remaining clothing. I press my bare protruding breasts against your much larger mounds, anticipating how firm the will feel against me …
My fingers are shaking, as they slowly un-hook the fasteners on your black bustière. The tips of our noses touch as we stare into one another’s eyes. I struggle with bustière but finally the last fastener comes loose and the black garment is released, only being suspended because of the closeness of our hot sweaty bodies. Your hands slide past my hips and onto my bare ass, kneading the flesh in your hands you pull me towards you. I open my mouth in anticipation of your wet tongue, but it doesn’t appear, I open my eyes to see a wide grin on your face.
“Waiting for something, Miss Rebecca?”
You step back giving me the first glimpse of your near naked body, only your damp panties remain.
“Do you like your Princess?”
I can barely speak as my mouth has become dry, only a muffled sigh and nod of my head are any indication of an answer.
I look your magnificent body up and down, Princess Julia please describe your naked breasts for me.
Standing naked from the top of my panties upwards, I smile as you feast your eyes on my body. My rib-cage is quite narrow and my waist acceptably small for a woman in her late thirties so my breasts, quite large as they are, stand even more prominently on my chest. The measure 34C but could be mistaken as one size larger. Almost identical in size, they are full and rounded and although they now droop a little, like yours they thrust straight forward when I stand rather than spreading outwards. They curve seductively towards you, not dissimilar in shape or size to medium grapefruit. My areolae are dark, almost perfectly round, about 1 ½” in diameter and clearly defined. They are positioned prominently and centrally on the very fronts of my breasts. When I was younger they were even higher so my nipples used to point slightly upwards but today, as you can see Miss Rebecca, they point directly forwards.
When they are ‘resting’, my nipples are fairly small although neatly shaped, rather like the little pink erasers you might remember having on the tops of the pencils at school. But when I’m excited, like now, they grow much longer yet remain parallel. They form into large and proud teats, slightly dimpled at the ends, pulling my areolae into smaller, darker tightly puckered circles.
Because my rib-cage is narrow, the space between my breasts forms a dark vee. Whilst not exactly a cleavage when I’m not wearing a bra, nonetheless your eyes are drawn into its shadowy curving depths.
“Do you want to touch them again, Miss Rebecca?” I ask rhetorically.
Of course you do. Your breathing is fast and shallow, your lips are dry and your legs are shaking with the tense anticipation. I’m standing out of your reach but invite you closer.
“Reach out your hands, Miss Rebecca” I say, “and come to me”.
You take two small steps forward and place a nervous hand on my left breast. I hold back a gasp as we both feel its nipple grow more under your palm. You caress my soft flesh and cup your hand under my breast, lifting it to feel its weight no longer supported by my discarded bustière, and breath out a long slow quivering sigh.
Placing your left hand on my right breast, you bestow on it the same inquisitive, enthralling exploration. I encourage you by leaning forward a little, transferring more of their weight onto your supporting palms that hold them reassuringly like warm living bra-cups.
“You may attend to my nipples now, Miss Rebecca,” I say, and you need no further encouragement. You take each one between an eager finger and thumb and begin to play. You squeeze them gently, too gently at first as though they might break, but more firmly as you gain confidence. “Harder, bitch, you won’t hurt me” I reassure you “try twisting them.”
You pinch and roll and pull them, egged on by my instructions and moans of pleasure.
“Take your hands away now,” I say, and you look disappointed, unnecessarily so.
“Open your legs slightly, you slut …”
You move your feet apart about a foot on the smooth polished floorboards “… and run a fingertip along the slit of your hot, swollen, oozing pussy.”
You look shocked by the explicit nature of my instructions but carry them out meticulously.
“Show me your finger.”
You hold up a fingertip glistening and dripping wet with your copious sticky juices.
“Good. Now rub it on my nipple. Do as I say.”
You direct your finger at my erect bud and touch the tip. Immediately it grows even longer to meet your approach, and begins to throb with expectation. Carefully you smear masses of your delicious lubricant around my nipple and over the rapidly shrinking brownish-pink flesh of my areola. You can only imagine how arousing that feels to me but I know only too well; it’s one of my favourite pleasures in the early stages of lesbian love-making. So intimate, a sharing of body fluids says so much.
“Now the other one.”
You obediently dip your left finger into your very wet pussy and pull out a long sticky trail of slippery lubricant which you then smear liberally over my right nipple, making it jump to attention and grow equally hard and full.
“Come closer, whore.” I say. You do not understand just how close to stand so I clamp my hands firmly around your waist and I pull you towards me so your breasts meet mine.
Now you understand; we press our boobs together and squirm our bodies so our nipples slide over each other, amply lubricated by your slippery natural lube; better than anything you can buy in a tube. I feel your teats grow harder against mine as we alternately press against each other then back off so they just brush very lightly, almost imperceptibly touching and forcing you to concentrate on the new sensations you’re just beginning to discover.
Your boobs are larger than mine so your nipples are further apart, but I place my hands beneath them, lifting their significant weight and drawing them closer together so our nipples are equally spaced and we can rub both together simultaneously.
Am I right, Miss Rebecca, when I sense that you are finding this so arousing that your orgasm is growing inside you again and seeking the fulfilling release you crave? Is this so erotic, rubbing your hard buds against mine, that you will come just from this stimulation alone? Are you really so horny and ready to come and are your breasts such an important focus of your sexuality that they alone might bring you to a climax so early in our lovemaking? Do you find me that stimulating? Do you find my body so arousing that just by seeing me half naked, feeling the slippery touch of my breasts against yours, you can attain an orgasm?
Why, we haven’t even taken off my stockings or my panties yet!
Unfortunately we never did finish the conversation and we have since lost touch. So Rebecca, if you are out there reading this, please get in contact again so we can continue?
To everyone else, if you have enjoyed reading this and think you could take up the mantle and become the new Rebecca, I have a challenge for you. (Write to me first if I do not already know you, using the feedback system). You have my permission to enter my little game. Write a paragraph or maybe a few and e-mail it to me … if I like what you write I might continue this scenario with you.