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Lesbian Seduction of My Coworker

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I called her on the intercom when I realized we were going to be closing the office together, working late as the only ones there again …unpaid overtime for the company. “Hey Marcia …just stop by my office before you leave tonight ok?

After everyone had left but us, at about 5:20, when I had been done with my work for 15 minutes, but just waiting for her to come by as I had asked, she tapped on the door and walked in with those astounding blueish eyes that looked at me as a mentor, always waiting for me to take the lead on a project or with the next direction for her…

how I love that way she looks at me so vulnerable and trusting and …well…young. At 23, stunningly beautiful thick black hair, her light blue polo shirt and khaki pants in now way showing off what I knew was beautiful beneath, with her 5’6 skinny girl stature offset by hips that were larger than the rest of her frame ..and the same could be said about her breasts, large round cantaloupes that defied gravity some days in her business attire.

However, I had seen more of those beautiful breasts when Marcia and I were washing cars for charity one Saturday morning. Braless with a clinging black t shirt that day, her nipples stiffened by the wetness as if to announce that she was available and between boyfriends, and she knew how good it looked, for she was putting it out there to get the compliment I gave her. “Every guy that comes by here today thinks you are the hottest girl in the state,” I flirted..and there is no doubt that day she wanted the guys to notice…and they did ..and I did. She is not a lesbian.

But then again, neither am I …as far as anyone I work with knows.

But I had decided Monday that “this was the week” I was going to make a pass at her, and early that Tuesday morning I had decided that “this was the day,” it was going to happen, and I felt like I looked my best for the guys too in a strapped sun dress low cut with my far less than perfect boobs half showing. You know, my boobs since high school get me noticed and I am never afraid to orchestrate whatever that show is ..some days a little showing, other days as much as I can in the workplace ….don’t care what anyone says about me or about them. Not perfect and of course sagging as I approach my mid-30’s. But they’ve always been big …and full …I even if I am someone who doesn’t often allow myself to think good things about myself, I at least will say that I can make cleavage look good for the guys …but on this day, it wasn’t for the guys at all. I pulled the dress down and pushed my boobs up and through while I waited for her to come in.

And I was scared and nervous because I just have barely done this …but I can’t say never …and in fact, since the last time I really “went for it,” I found the lesbian love of my lifetime …or at least for a few months before the heartbreak ….I felt empowered to give it another try …but this time, with a co-worker ..with someone who could bounce it back and hurt me …I was taking a HUGE chance. But I had reasoned that Marcia was worth it, and so many signs she had given me made me or things she had confided to me made believe at least two things. One: That she was sexually aware and fairly free, by saying things like “hey I’ll try anything once, and twice if it feels good,” and the like, and Two: That she and I were close enough to take the chance I was about to take, by telling me, among other things, that I was her best friend, and that there was “nothing” she wouldn’t do for me if I asked. I was about to ask her to do something ..but not for me, but rather WITH me. What was about to happen was very very big….either a big disappointment ….or a big step forward for both of us…stepping forward to the bedroom I hoped.

Boldly and confidently I was ready to make a serious advance

“Is something wrong?” She asked with genuine concern. “Did I do anything wrong?”

“No… ..first …sit down,” and she did across the desk from me in the fairly cramped and cluttered office, ” and …just hang on a second…do you have a few minutes?”

“I don’t have a life,” she laughed.

“Here, ” I said while opening my desk and reaching in for the turquoise bracelet I had bought her the weekend before.

“I was in that shop again and this time I didn’t just THINK that was perfect for you…I couldn’t resist getting it for you.”

“You shouldn’t have …it is wonderful,” she was sincerely flattered. It was a perfect bracelet for her and when she put it on, “I can’t take this …this wasn’t cheap I know where you got it,”

“But I wanted you to have it .”

“Wow … you know me all too well Brenda …I love it. THANK you….I’ll do something nice for you sometime.”

“You’re good to me all the time, if it weren’t for you I’d be here to midnight tonight” I laughed, and we both did in acknowledging we were working pretty hard as a team lately.

“Marcia ..I love to hear you laugh…its great.”

“What on earth can I do to repay you for this?”

“Welllll…thats the thing….I need to talk to you about something …and you can repay me by not killing me if you don’t like what I am about to talk to you about…..or ….at the very least, if you could keep a secret.”

“Oh no, you’re quitting…you got another job?”

“No no no…not that …I’m not going anywhere….I love working here…and the biggest reason is cause I get to work with you everyday.”

“Just don’t leave.”

And I steeled myself …because the small talk was over ….the “ahhhhh” of the awkward what comes next moment had arrived, and I was about to drop the big lesbian bomb on her. And I knew she didn’t know it was coming. And I didn’t know what would happen …but I couldn’t go another day without saying it.

“Well…I need to talk to you…or rather…I want to talk with you..and I’m just nervous cause I know ..or I THINK what I am going to say is going to shock you…I think.”

“Well I think you know you can talk to me about anything …I thought we already are completely honest with each other?”

“Well Marcia? This has been going on for a month ..or maybe it’s been going on since we started working together a year ago…and I haven’t been able to find the words. ”

“Marcia….(her eyes locked mine and she looked SO beautiful …and I knew there was no turning back)I’m looking for an excuse to ask you on a date.”

“ohhhh”, and after a slight nervous laugh and a long pause she continued”you mean a hanging out date or a date date?

I sighed as deep of a sigh of relief as I have ever sighed because of the fact that I had finally said it. “alot of that depends on you…but I AM talking about the the kind with a kiss good night or even more is what I was talking about….and let me explain?”

At that point it looked like a possible rejection. She started shaking her head back and forth as if to say no and looking at the ground snapped nervously, even with a tinge of anger “I never been on a lesbian date….much less with a married …”

“Yeah …I gathered that, I interrupted, ” ….and I’m sorry but I also know the lesbian inside me that almost nobody knows about isn’t usually this direct and bold …but I think we’d be OK…no pressure … no big deal …. you know, just take it as a compliment that I’d like to ….ummmm…be more than friends…and obviously, I needed to trust you….I mean, hell, I could get fired or you could break up my marriage cause my husband doesn’t know just how much of a lesbian (yes I said it) I have become …see …nobody knows …so Marcia ..I am trusting you like nobody else in believing you won’t tell anyone that I’m trying to jump your bones (I laughed) and…let me say one more thing while I’m making an ass of myself.

“You aren’t!” she injected

My persuasion intensified. “….let me explain that I thought about this a million times and I just didn’t want to go out with you somewhere, try to seduce you …all that bullshit you know…try to kiss you or get you drunk and fucking grab your tits,” I smiled and laughed a bit and fortunately, she smiled and giggled too… “its just not me or the way I thought I should do this…so…I just wanted you to know upfront what my intentions are …that I LOVE being friends with you and …I have kinda wanted more for a long time now….just haven’t been able to find the way to tell you…so there is no good way to tell you that I like you …alot …love you in some ways ….and I cant pretend anymore that I don’t have feelings for you that go wayyyy beyond ….” My mind searched for the words in this moment of amped up emotion….” I just cant hide the way I feel about you or the desire to be with you for ….not just for me …for BOTH of us…I mean …I just can’t pretend its not about …something more than friends … ANYMORE. I…Marcia …(I raised my voice and leaned towards her.)…I’m crazy about you and I’ve been trying to tell you that forever.”

So there it was …I had passionately, intimately, even apologetically pleaded my case and confessed my desire for her at the end of our workday …knowing that whether she turned me down or accepted my advance, that the next day we worked together would be MUCH different ..risking so much because there was so much to gain. Her beauty, her way, her incredibly gorgeous and piercing blue eyes and every freckle on her face was beckoning me to take whatever chance there was to take to know the tenderness of a kiss with her, to know the taste of the skin of her neck, the weight of her breast and the sight, sound and eruption of sexual pleasure I would stop at nothing to give her ..if only she would let me into her heart. I had divulged my lesbianism, yearning for her, and shown more vulnerability with her than probably with anyone else I had known going back to at least high school. Now came the wait. A few seconds that felt like a lifetime ….not knowing if there would be acceptance and reciprocation, apologetic denial of my overture, or in the worst case if I had completely misjudged her, a bitter and uncomfortable end to our friendship. But I knew I had given it my best and set it up so that there was nobody else in the office that night, so that if it were the answer I desired, I wouldn’t have to wait for her first kiss, for it could happen tonight …and maybe more. And if there were tears, or anger, we were isolated.

“Well I won’t tell a soul…you know you can trust me …but …I honestly had no idea whatsoever that you were bisexual.”

“Well….I might not be bisexual…I didn’t say bisexual you might have noticed….but I am realizing I am not straight….never have been that …but …thats a long story…maybe I will write a book or tell everyone in a blog.” I felt coy about that remark.

After a contemplative moment of hesitation, with her eyes looking towards the ground, her voice quivered a little but there came the moment of her admission,” ummm…I have had a few fantasies OK…I mean for a long time but I never did anything about them …but IF I were to ever do anything about it …and thats a BIG IF …you’d be someone I’d be thinking about ummm…you’d be someone I think I’d …” She just stopped and bit her lip fairly hard , fidgeted and raised her eyes up from the ground, but still didn’t look me in the eye …looking past me when she said, “I think we could maybe see what happens.”

“And if nothing happens beyond a few laughs, then thats no big deal. We are still gonna be friends …no matter what.”

“I know that,” she snapped.

“And if something does happen …oh you know…I think you’ll like it,”

“I think I know that too.”

I went sarcastic to break the tension, ” you know…get your toenails painted …listen to Melissa Etheridge music…learn to play field hockey.” And she smiled and laughed.

“C’mere.” I reached over the desk to grab her hand and a squeezed it fairly tightly. “I’d never do anything to hurt you. Please don’t be afraid of me ….I’m the same me you know…just now you know I love women.”

“So there is alot you haven’t told me…”

“Go out with me …I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

She looked down and shook her head.

“A lesbian date with a married woman almost ten years older than me?”

“Is the age a problem …I mean…I understand it if is?”

“no gawd no ….age is NOT a problem,” she replied, “but not knowing what the hell to do is a problem…being really confused is a problem,” and so I grabbed her hand again and squeezed and waited for her to look into my eyes again, and I noticed a welling of a tear, “you just gave me so much to think about.”

“Why don’t you leave all the thinking to me.” It was the right thing to say and I knew it ..and almost did a victory dance …cause that moment I knew I had her …and I realized that moment I was going home with our first kiss if not more. Same as I knew she trusted me in work projects on a day to day basis, she melted and gave herself to me at that moment. I rose up from my chair and walked to her side of the desk to collect on what I had dreamed about for so long. As I walked I told her of my intention, ” Marcia …I can’t wait to feel your lips on mine.” And as I arrived at her side of the desk she rose to meet me in stance and I put my arms around her and looked into her trusting eyes, and lowered into her , and met with the softest lips that I kissed ever so gently at first …and feeling no resistance at first, and giving in and overwhelming acceptance in her mouth opening wider and our embrace tightening, I probed and then jabbed my tongue into the velvety warmth of her welcoming mouth and kissed her deeply and passionately while she and I both went limp, overpowered by emotion and lust, in each others arms.

“Oh god Brenda,” she said when we broke free of each others lips, but gripped ever more firm in our embrace, “that was ssoooooo good.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long Marcia,” I panted, and began to stroke her back and shoulders and run my fingers through her thick hair while we gazed into each others eyes. Her eyes were half closed …bewildered …surrendering. I will never forget the look in her eyes that wonderful moment.

Again we kissed, more passionately than before, and while standing, I turned to sit into the chair that she had been sitting in and pulled her smaller body into me all while never breaking our lips apart. She sat upon me and after a moment when we both had to trust that the office chair would hold us both, she squatted over me and began to lead our kisses and push her body closer into mine in this new, very very comfortable position.

“What are we doing,” she slightly moaned, and I answered, “I don’t want to stop.”

Now …I have to say something here. I have a fair amount of experience in various sexual positions with both men and women, and am aware of the power sharing that goes on and how intimate that aspect of love making is. I have read and written lesbian erotica all my life, watched movies and vids and immersed myself into the L Word, and I understand, though do not always practice, the dom / sub or also the dyke / fem dynamic. In my lovemaking experiences …it is just never about dyke fem with me and whomever…its just us making love. But …I have to say that in this moment, with her kissing ME so deeply, squatting over me, me sliding down in the office chair and her rising above me to kiss me deeper, I never freakin felt more in control of a woman in all my experiences. She had gone in minutes from being this close to rejecting me to intensifying our intimacy and letting all of her sexual arousal center upon showing me a willingness to do anything to please me, or at least, please us. Its hard to describe this feeling limited to words, but while she held me more tightly and kissed me more deeply, giving and receiving more tongue, and deeper, with every breathtaking french kiss, she was also surrendering to me and letting me know that she was now mine and any doubts or hesitations were quickly gone. So in this position as she and I kissed, I slide further under her and rose my hips in rhythm as my swelling and throbbing for her grew by the second. Its in this moment that I have to say that if I never felt like I was a dyke or a dom, for the moment anyway, I felt it and honestly, felt it so strong that the thought flashed through my mind of wishing I had something there for her to ride. My earliest lesbian fantasies had occasionally contained a strap on fantasy, but I’d say for about 5 years or so, that thought was gone and I just had decided I felt I no longer wanted that …which was especially solidified with my last gf and all of our passionate tribbing. But in this position under her and the way she was kissing me, and I was kissing her, I pushed my hips into her and she “umphs” sweetly into my mouth in our kiss, and I responded with a moan of my own and push up into her again …louder and more intently into my mouth her next grunt …and if she it is like this it feels so good and I don’t care what the label is, I am there with her and for her.

Our kiss breaks and our eyes lock onto one another and in between pants I am able to say the only thing I can utter, “You don’t know what you are doing to me.” And she responds, “You don’t know what you have done to me.” My blood is rushing through my veins like never before, and my mouth wants to devour her and my pussy wants to grind her but I resign and admit in almost a whimper, ” we can’t do this here.” Such a look a disappointment on her face, which I am sure matched my own, “I don’t want to stop….Brenda we CANT stop.”

I pouted and frowned and moaned and felt all the sexual pent up frustration and tried to fight the urge to lay her down on the floor of the office right there …nobody would likely see …but it was possible enough that I wouldn’t take that chance and knew she wouldn’t want to either, no matter what her adorable, surrendering eyes were saying.

“This is happening so fast…I just wanted to tell you ….I didn’t know this was going to get like this.”

“I can’t believe what you are doing to me,” she replied. “I have never been this wet in my life.”

“I know baby too …I wanted this for so long …I’ve been wet for you many nights. In my fantasies I have already made love to you a million times.”

“You have? I mean…wow..thats just so unreal.” I knew it had been so much so fast….catching our breath and knowing what could come next.

“So are we going to have a date?”

“hmmmmm definitely….but I don’t want to wait …but i know we can’t do this here….can’t you come home with me for a little while?”

“You want that? now? so soon?”

“Ive never wanted anything more.”

I put my arms around her neck and looked into her eyes. I had sure wanted to make love to her for the longest time, and summoned the courage on this day to risk my very job and ask out my co-worker on a lesbian date. In the million thoughts I thought in a split second were included the possibility that if I did not act now, I may never have another chance. She could decide she is “not that way,” as my high school best friend so painfully put it in turning me down. I had to be sensitive about the fact that if this was happening wayyy too fast for me, the one who instigated all this, imagine how blindingly fast it was happening for her. I even contemplated the possibility that if I didn’t make love to her this instant, that she might think it was ME who was rejecting her and pull away. How fast this thunderstorm had turned into a tornado …I was torn between damage control, and letting go of myself with not control and reckless abandon.

I gave her a quick peck on the lips and first ran my fingers through her hair. “What are we going to do?” I asked, and she whispered an ever so lusty whisper, “what are we going to do.”

I reached down and grasped her hand and guided it to between my legs and put it upon my warm, wet mons that she could feel swollen and moist through the fabric. She absolutely froze for a second ….so when she didn’t push her palm into my softness, I pushed her hand firmly into the heat of my desire for her. I felt her go limp against me and her wrist began a motion that caused me to gasp. No woman needs teaching of touch …just courage and encouragement to do it. “baby,” I whispered, “That’s gonna be there for us when we have our date. It’s not going away ….You made me want to make love to you more than anyone ever none. And this, ” I said as I reached towards her warmth between her legs and gently but firmly massaged my message into the damp fabric of her excitement, “this is what we both feel right now and will the next time…but baby… But it can’t be this way, so I am sorry …SORRY that I didn’t plan for more time with you if this had happened. I could have guessed you were so passionate …I didn’t believe you’d be so ready to be this passionate with me. I mean, if you think I surprised YOU today …you surprised ME ten times more in the way that you kissed me. So … PLEASE give me another chance…just you and me…(kiss) this weekend (soft kiss) …just you and me (kiss) …any way you want .” And I kissed her more deeply and passionately and with more determination to express my affection than I have kissed any woman or ever will. She had to know my heart in that kiss, or I feared, I might lose her. When her tongue started kissing me harder and her wrist action rotated her palm against my pussy in such a way as to begin to build an orgasm , my frustration in the situation let out an combination of moan and grunt that opened her eyes, and widely peering into mine for a clue for what was to come, I picked her hand off my crotch and sighed a very deep sigh and told her all I could say to sum it up, ” girl….you don’t know …you just have NO idea what you have done to me today.”

And so was soooo hard gathering ourselves in between the looks we gave each other, the hand squeezes, the longing looks, the numerous hugs in the next ten minutes, and a tender, emotional, passionate kiss before we left my office and headed for the door.

In the several days before our “date”, I have to confess that work was awkward when we were in the same room or working on our project together. Frankly, all that I FEARED about having a relationship with a co-worker came to fruition, including a moment when we staunchly disagreed about something and I sensed that if SHE didn’t get her way, the underlying message was that the tryst between us might be in danger. I quickly gave her her way. At the start of the next day and the day after, you could cut the tension in the room with a knife between us …but each night we emailed each other the fondest things and the mutual looking forward to our night together.

She reminded me about 100 times that she didn’t know what she was doing because she had never done this, she wondered if I was going to “teach her,” to which I replied that she would need no teaching based on what we experienced in my office, and when she asked me to flat out tell her exactly what we were going to be doing together, I responded with an email.


You seem to want me lay out a road map of what we are going to be doing Friday night. I am sure that your fantasies of what is to be and mine will have some similarity, and some variance. I know you are nervous …and I soooo wish we could have consummated our love the other night at the office so that all of this wonder and doubt would be resolved. Even though we didn’t come to orgasm together, I want to tell you that the other night is one of the most wonderful sexual experiences of my life. Having said that, there are some things you just want to be reassured about ..and I am glad to share some of that so that we both will feel more comfortable.

The first thing to know is that nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen. We are big girls and if it weren’t to feel right, than that would be that and we could go back to being good friends and nothing more. But leaving it at that is not what I sensed from you when I made my shameless pass at you. Nobody ever kissed me back like that. Nobody ever made me want to penetrate her soul like you did. So …I will be honest ..if I had my way, tomorrow night we’d skip dinner and go straight to the bedroom. Is that crass of me to say? I just can’t wait to pick up where we left off. When I was asking you out, I meant that ..let me buy you dinner and Mohito …let me relax you and get to know you more intimately and THEN make love to you. But it seems that we started something the other night that we can’t stop least thats what I think. SO …if you want to know what tomorrow night is going to be like …how about I show up with a pizza and some wine coolers and we take it from there. If you will let me, I want to show you pleasure that you have only imagined. I want to give you my whole self lips, my tongue, my fingers and all that I have to give you …and all I want back from you is appreciation. Will you be nervous, YES and I respect that but know that even though I have done this before and you haven’t, I will be nervous ..NOT because it is with you…being with you is the most natural thing I can think of right now…but because I want to live up to your expectations and give you everything I can. Rome wasn’t built in a day my love …so know that even though there are a MILLION ways I want to make love to you, there are only a few that we will have time for 🙂 so let that be our night. Let me drink in your beauty in every way and show you what I have been feeling for you for so long. Tomorrow night we will be one.



Her wavy hair was done up perfectly, as though she had agonized over every strand in the mirror …I knew it was that way because it was that way for me. I had arrived overdressed compared to her …because she had taken me literally and had dressed up for me in the most provocative ensemble she could come up with. Her light blue cowl neck tunic draping low, and a skin tight yellow V neck T underneath that traced the outline of her beautiful breasts much like on the day when we participated in the charity car wash and her body was the drawing card for the day. She was barefoot when she greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and a welcome that hinted at what was to come with us very soon. While she was the natural beauty of the two of us, I had predictably gone bold with the color in my makeup and style …I always feel like my lips are more kissable with a brighter red and had gone with a darkened, sultry look for my eyes …I felt these things I did exemplified that we were NOT at work ..this was different. I had worn a black baby doll mini dress with long sleeves and a scooped neckline, and a carefully chosen heart bead necklace that dipped into my cleavage.

But after dinner those clothes didn’t last. Conversation was a kind of forced natural …no work talk …compliments to the chinese chefs who made it easy for me to pick up and deliver for the night. A lead in of “a bit spicy,” welcomed the , “I think a lot of things will be spicy tonight.” Oh does it have to be that way in conversation …so predictable but, yet, unavoidable. Small talk…seemingly wayyy too much small talk when both of us were squirming for what was next.

“So what now? ” she asked.

“Are you saying its my choice?”

“mmmhmmm” she nodded yes.

“hmmmm..the cozy living room couch, or the mystery of your bedroom? Is that really my my choice tonight….I can’t deny…um”

I was about to go long winded about why we didn’t need to rush and why I didn’t want her to do anything she didn’t want to do, when she aggressively grabbed my hand in hers and said convincingly “I want to go to bed and screw (aw how sexy she sounded when she said “screw…it poured out of her mouth slowly…..delightful) ….”Lets get out of these fucking clothes and do what we came here to do.”

It was not the last time that night she could simply state the obvious and assure me with both words, actions, and her passion that she was wayyy beyond the “virginal” aspect from her standpoint. She had clearly rationed that we were taking our close friendship to the sexual level, and perhaps sensing my apprehension to just lustily claim the spoils of my successful lesbian seduction of a (previously) straight girl, she was out to demonstrate to me that not only was she in this willingly and wantingly, but even to further heighten my overwhelming amazement at her unforeseen urgency to make love, here on the brink she was so anxious and had seemingly even calculated (correctly) that I would be turned on to know that she was not just there to be “my girl,” but in essence, wanted to convey that she wanted to be “my dirty girl.” There you have it …that’s where we started …where we jumped forward, thanks to her, that she wanted to be my lesbian dirty girl. I was wowed beyond jaw dropping astonishment, but squeezed her hand as I got up out of my chair, and confidently said ,” take me to your bedroom then Marcia.”

In the darkened bedroom, I guess we both decided there was little light but that would be enough, trying to go slowly when it was in neither of our hearts for the moment, we began to loosen our clothes and standing before each other, helped each other towards fully exposing ourselves in the glow. Though it was dark, I could clearly make out her curves, and her eyes drinking in the sight of me nude, and as I was to her, an object now of lesbian sexuality. I remembered this new feeling from my first time, and the realization that our bodies and skin were to be one and warm together. We embraced gently and tingly at first….then in full body contact, I, the taller of us, bending down slightly watched her crane her neck upward at me and fall into me lightly, as I swooped into a peck on the lips softly that turned into more of a hug than a kiss, with me quickly going down to suckle her neck and feel her warm, nude body close to mine.

Her eyes in the soft light were trusting and smiling at me … I had wanted to start in a kind of way that we left off …with her upon my lap. So I was first to break the embrace and sit upon her bed and beckon “Come here and sit like we did before …except this will be a bit more comfortable.”

And I pulled her onto my lap, and for a moment it was gawky but I held her up and took her firmly in my arms.

The first kiss was a bit awkward, not that she was fighting it, but I believe she was ready for a more passionate kiss than the slight one I began with. In fact, in every moment where I guessed that I should hold back a little and proceed with caution, she proved to me that I misjudged her. Her inexperience was hardly a hindrance to passion she longed to give and receive. At first Marcia’s lips pressed against mine softly, and I felt her shaking just a bit as I embraced her. I looked at her boobs and realized her nipples were hard, as were mine. All through me the excitement rushed and I told her to relax and to hold me in between our ever growing in intensity kisses. I wanted to make out with her all night because her lips were so soft and her skin felt so warm and inviting next to mine ..on top of mine …..but just making out was not going to be enough for either of us for very long.

We changed position with me pulling her down upon the bed at first with her on top of me. Her tongue kept slipping from in between my lips, to this wonderful encircling of the roof of my mouth and deeply her tongue probed …I had never been kissed by a woman so deeply as the other day by her, and she was only kissing me deeper tonight. I moaned when she entered me so forcefully, and our movements became more in sync. She coped with her nervousness by seizing control of our mouths and tongues entwined, and I was soooo willing to let go with her. Again, I emphasize, my “dirty girl.”

“You know what I am going to do here in a minute,” I whispered, and she nodded her head no in a sort of fake “no”…. and we reversed position and I climbed on top of her and splashed my wet pussy down upon her thigh. I lifted my own thigh against her mons and felt her drenched as I was, and I whispered , “I’m going to lick you …suck you…with everything I’ve got ….and I’m never gonna stop.” Her eyes widened at those words, and with that I began to move my mouth down her neck to her shoulders, lingering in the softness of her skin there, down to her breast and sucking in her erect nipple getting even stiffer as I softly and then more firmly inhaled it and sucked a bit harder , coaxing the first of her many moans that night. “let it go baby,…I am yours.” “It feels so good” she said in a half erotic and half giggling tone. I couldn’t wait to get to her pussy with my fingers, and my own clit was throbbing in anticipation of all that was to come.

As my finger parted her wet lips and entered her, I felt her clinch up a bit before realizing how gentle and slow I intended to be. Then my lips and tongue hungrily cascaded downward while I gently fingered her, arriving between her thighs, where I licked and kissed and moaned into her. I rolled my boob upon her thigh and let her feel my stiff nipples upon them, sharing with her a favorite sensation of something I have particularly enjoyed done to me, and finally, I parted her lips with my thumb and forefinger and began to lick her slowly, lightly grazing her clit at first, before eliciting her moans, gasps, and cries of disengaged incoherent passionate encouragement of the talents of my tongue. My own pussy ached as I plunged deeper and more determined into hers. plunging my tongue or licking her up and down in the crevice and up to her clit again. She shuddered quite violently and the “OH!” that came out of her when I increased the tempo in a technique I like to use where I am slow , slow, and then rapid for about 15 seconds sounded surprised as much as the pleasure she felt and also made ME feel . She didn’t come at that moment but it was so incredible to feel her react and I stopped and smiled up at her and her eyes half shut and in ecstasy slowly smiled back, then her hands on the back of my head told me she wanted me to not stop,and gently guided me back to where I didn’t want to go away from anyway.

I knew she was close, and was ready to orchestrate the first of her orgasms. After another minute or so of licking softly / then rapidly / then softly again …she cried a rhythmic “I am so, I am so…oh my …so close… close…oh god…oh oh ,” and then squealing, “don’t stop,” and pushed my head deep into her. I kissed her passionately and sucked in her clit, twirling my tongue and entering her with two fingers to coax her explosion.

My mouth could not get enough of her that night and I got her off again and again and again …her whimpering a few times that we had to stop or she couldn’t take anymore or when she told me there weren’t anymore in her, I took it as a challenge and went right back at it. This is me as a lover of women. Every time it has been a long time since I went down on a woman, once I start, I do not want to stop and almost can’t. Yes, there are times when my tongue gets tired and I just raise up, use my fingers a bit more, rest my head upon her hips until I regain the strength to continue. When the orgasms hit and then subside, I slow down to almost nothing, or kiss upon thighs, or one time with her I gently plopped my right breast down upon her pussy and let her feel my softness and stiff nipple. reach down to enter myself sometimes but I don’t intensely masturbate…just keeping it interested and moving the wetness around and making room for more. But finally, after a 6th or 7th of her orgasms, I answered her plea to “come up here and kiss me on the mouth,” and we snuggled together with me at her side, hand upon her breast, after kissing her deeply, laying my head upon her shoulder and letting the quiet amazement set in.

“Are you finally ready for me?” she asked, and I knew she meant that she wanted to reciprocate what I had done with her. “I am not good at laying back and letting someone “do” me …I have to know that you really want to.”

“I can’t go another minute without knowing what you taste like. I have to know what its like when you come. ”

“Then…(deep breath) I’m ready.”

I rolled on my back and she simultaneously mounted me on top ..her smaller frame upon my larger one …easily I supported her weight and pulled her more directly on top of me before meeting her mouth with a wide open tongue penetrating powerful demonstration of the incredible lust, if not feeling something akin to love for her that energizing moment.

We were kissing such a deep kiss and our legs were intertwined when she began rhythmically humping me and I was humping her back. It was wonderful to be kissed and held this way was like she had been doing it all her life. We broke our kiss and my legs gripped her tighter , wrapping around the cheeks of her butt and pulling her closer to me that way. We are nose to nose, looking into each others eyes. I had been so incredibly horny when I was bringing her off for that hour that my pussy was quite literally soaked and on fire. My juice was running freely and as she bumped the perfect spot again and again, my right leg began to quiver while the muscles tensed …and precursor to some of my most powerful orgasms and usually a sign that the 2nd, third and fourth orgasms will so easily follow and tumble into one another. I wanted not only to feel her mouth on my breasts and all over and down to my pussy, but I mostly wanted her to WANT to do it to me. I knew that I had shaken her sexual world with my mouth and the way I used it on her with my fingers and tongue …but what would really tip her into a different sexual realm and cross her from the whatever she has imagined, and the knowing of true lesbian desire, would be when she would feel me respond to what she was capable of. Our bodies in the writhing with our legs entwined and the deep kisses were so tightly wound and rocking and rolling together in unison. She was showing me how much I mean to her, not only sexually I knew, but also in the deep friendship we had conveyed for so long as co-workers. We were reaching a new plateau each minute and I wanted more than her to hump fuck me to coming ….not because I wouldn’t have loved to have come that way with her or anyone else I cared for anytime, but because I knew deep down that she had had her mind on going down on me for days, and it was time to answer her questions and doubts about what that would be like.

“Can you go down on me tonight …I know you might not be ready.”

“fuck you,” she mocked in a half laugh. OK ..I knew I was ready, but it was the thing you say when its someones first time ..but she had long ago proven she was ready for EVERYTHING lesbian love had to offer. And I have to say she made me feel at every turn in the night that it wasn’t just the sexual and orgasmic aspect …that it was about making love with ME …and I felt the same way about her. We were soooooo in the bubble together.

She answered by snapping her head downward towards my breast, squeezing it very very firmly, dragging her nails upwards until her fingertips encircled my nipple and then replaced her fingers with her lips and inhaled my nipple…biting tenderly ..sucking and swirling her tongue while her hand went right down to my crotch like she couldn’t wait another second to feel my wetness and mingled in the moisture for a few seconds before entering me like an expert immediately with two fingers …it was almost impossible to believe she had never done this before, except for that I knew when I had my first sexual experience with a woman when I was 18, that I proceeded in giving her pleasure with no doubt or hesitation at any point…hungering and devouring each new unexplored sensation.

When she sucked upon my right nipple I loved holding her first by her arms and then running my fingertips upon her back scraping and gripping her tightly when the technique she used for that moment would cause me to convulse. My hips kept pushing against her fingers …the only guidance I gave was in whispering to her “not so deep,” while gently disengaging her fingers which were penetrating me a bit more than I usually feel right with. I wanted her to more dance upon my lips and my clit and in the tangles of my pubic hair and upon my thighs rather than get the finger fucking she felt I must need based on my writhing beneath her. My larger hands could almost encircle her biceps and I enjoyed a feeling of control even though she so totally had me like putty in the palm of her hand and within the creativity of her tongue and lips sucking and nibbling my nipples and making love to my large breasts, made to feel even larger in her smallish hands.

She was moaning into my breasts, clearly enjoying her new mission to excite me so wonderfully ..I wanted to playfully DEMAND that she eat me now, but I was afraid she wouldn’t understand I was playing, so I gave it a few more minutes and tried to squirm against her and underneath her allow her to realize how ready I was for what was next.

“Gonna suck it now OK?”

“Gonna do what baby?”

“Gonna go down on you now,” she stated while still sucking on my fully erect nipple.

“Gonna make me come with your mouth?”

“Gonna try ”

“You know how much I feel for you right now?”

“You know what I feel for you right now? God baby its so deep,” and she looked up again with those so trusting, beautiful eyes …I caressed her hair, reached down and grabbed her breast in the palm of my hand and rolled her around in my fingertips again, feeling her surrender, I gave her my blessing… “Marcia …please make love to me with your mouth now.”

I have to tell you that the beautiful noises we both made the next half hour make me wish we had the episode taped somehow. The thing I will never forget was the way that when she sucked me into her mouth so perfectly, or licked me with her tongue that when I would moan or cry out or exclaim something like “oh baby” or something dirtier while it was happening, that she would answer me …like a duet a harmony ..with a moan or delightful noise of some sort from her own subconscious of being in that we were completely acting on instinct,and doing it the first time in making love together, so naturally and so wonderfully that the surreality of it all was astounding.

Something I have to say about her tongue. Wow …it was either lengthier …but thats not the case…but the WAY SHE USED IT was lengthier and got deeper into my crevice and flattened against more of a surface of my clit and labia in unison each time she extended it and she knew and thus provided a different sensation than I had felt with any other lover, male or female before. She had sense that what she would do with her tongue was to get it farther out from her lips and use it as a tool. Well…see, I think I would be the one to have concentrated on this as a method at least once in my life, but alas, it never occurred to me what this might do. At first I was a bit humored by the sight of it sticking so far out …almost as an insect needing to be fed. But I loved her concentrated her intentions were on my pleasure, and the way she used that tongue on me had my eyes rolling back and my panting increasing and my quivering right leg gave way to one powerful explosion of orgasmic bliss after another after another in that half hour of pure, deep, fulfilling to the core passion between us.

She took to another technique of just taking her tongue and sticking it out upon my sex and shaking her head back and forth so fast, making contact upon my clit and all that is around it, licking and slapping me there and wildly provoking a surge of wetness in one of my orgasms that was unprecedented in an initial lovemaking experience.

Her tongue and fingers were bringing me ultimate pleasure but it was her willingness and wanton desire that was gripping my very soul like so many tentacles in the moments of the peaks of my pleasure. I certainly have shown, in every act of lovemaking in my entire life, a devotion to my partners pleasure in every way …and it was just nice to feel that so reciprocated from someone who had every reason to hold back, and yet was letting all of her passions flow with me and for me and giving herself completely to me just as I longed to and fulfilled the desire to give myself to her.

Wave after wave after wave of of my gratification inundated her …I’ve seen vids of women who squirt, and I am not one of those, and wonder how much of those vids are staged and camera tricked, but I am definitely someone who after a level of satisfaction is reached, uncontrollably gush copious amounts of fluid emanating from deep within me and the hot, wet, thin wetness that soaked my thighs and her neck and chin I knew were a surreal and unexpected part of the experience. “We should have grabbed a towel,” I said …or rather whimpered at one point knowing that she was realizing the gushing as much as I and I being of so many damn words sometimes needed to comment, and reassurance that she wasn’t grossed out. She wasn’t I knew then and further explored with her later …and she told me that moment “it’s OK…no problem,” those words muffled by what she continued to do with such intensity as to inspire rapture after rapture from my loins. But the wetness ..well …it was part of me …and it is what it is ..and when it was over I told her that it never happened like that with a woman the first time we did it and that she should know that should explain how stunning making love with Marcia had been.

Laying in the wetness getting colder there on the bed with us so warmly holding each other for so long after our experience …we both knowing and then verbalizing how much things had changed. We whispered and cooed to each other in caress and embrace, full enveloped in each others affection and the wonderment of the dawning or our love.

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Frank Middleton wrote

I think my wife would enjoy something like this with someone at work