Loading...So the lesbian feelings, the desire for other women, the bisexuality or whatever. Is it still there? Yes it is, but as they say, it comes and goes. Sometimes I will go weeks without thinking about it and at others it is in my mind constantly. Occasionally as I masturbate Emma, Jane or Amanda will be in my mind or a vision of being in bed with Kylie Minogue, Sharon Stone or kdLang will suddenly come from nowhere.
I have been naughty about it as well. But then is it naughty? I’m alone so much of my time, my husband largely ignores my needs and I have the desires so what was wrong with me going to a lesbian pub in Soho? What was wrong with going into the club at the back? I’ll tell you what was wrong they were all, well most, fucking ugly, very butch, hard core lesbians who scared the bloody life out of me. None of the sort of nice, feminine, lipstick lesbians that I had imagined. No, leather and denim everywhere, tattoos and piercings and short hair. Bloody horrible and clearly not my scene.
What’s wrong with lesbian chat rooms? Again I’ll tell you. Most are men masquerading as women and the “are you horny?” or “what are you wearing” questions are posed within 5 mins as opposed to the 10 in the straighter rooms!
Was it wrong for me to become a predator? Maybe, maybe not. Whatever, I certainly got it wrong the first time, for the youngish barmaid at the hotel turned me down flat when eventually, after considerable soul searching and two large vodkas, asked if she’d like a drink in my room when she finished. It was so ‘unme.’ I am not that forward and I needed the two large vodkas to pluck up the courage to try it on with the thin, but hugely sexy young Irish barmaid who I had thought had been coming onto me. She hadn’t she was just being friendly I guess.
I didn’t get it wrong the second time I tried some nine months later. No that time I got it right but then it was less blatant.
Richard and I had been talking for some time about buying a house in Tuscany, so I decided to take a four day break at a lovely hotel just outside Florence. I’d been before there with Richard some years before and it really was a delightful place. Stuck half way up a wooded mountainside it was so peaceful and rustic yet reasonably luxurious. The perfect place to relax, get some sun and good food but be by oneself. That can be difficult at many holiday hotels for I didn’t want to be hit on by single, or married come to that, guys and I didn’t like to stand out in the dining room as “the woman by herself.” No I expected to have dinner in my room most nights and to spend the days by the pool or driving around viewing houses.
As it happened almost as soon as I arrived I met another woman for we arrived at the airport on the same plane and shared the courtesy car sent by the hotel to collect us; I was having a rental car delivered to the hotel later that day. She was in her late twenties, fairly plain looking and quite tall and slim with a boyish figure showed off by her tight jeans and loose shirt. She had shortish, blonde hair worn in one of those stylish bobs similar to Denise Van Outen and wonderfully, dark green eyes that almost all the time looked sad and pensive. Her rather prominent nose and thin lips stopped her being classically ‘good looking’ but the slimness of her body and her great arse more than compensated for that. We chatted easily in the car with her telling me that she was staying for a week or so visiting vineyards and restaurants to gather material for a book that her publishing house was going to write on Tuscany. I thought at first that she was a writer but she wasn’t she was a researcher.
We both sat round the pool in the late afternoon just relaxing after the trip and getting some sun that had been sorely missing in England before we left. Karla was easy to talk to and we got on really well and I found myself telling her about my life and she told me how she had a boyfriend but that their relationship was at present a little rocky.
“Well Karla that’s not at all unusual, especially when you’ve been with someone as long as I have with Richard” I advised. We talked about her research work and my writing and just chatted away as the afternoon drifted into early evening.
It seemed natural to dine together in the hotel that evening and when we met in the bar I have to admit that those “feelings” I sometimes get but usually contain well started welling up in me. Although not the most beautiful of faces she had a sort of haunting attractiveness and a very subtle sexiness. Not at all blatant but the way that she flicked the hair that fell over her forehead and her almost total disregard for the way that her short skirt ran up her long, very shapely, but slender legs began to get me. As of course did the fact that we were both alone in a hotel.
We had a great meal, a nice bottle of Borolo and finished off with two Grappas each.
I slept very well and drifted off to sleep with her face in my mind and my breast in my hand.
I didn’t see her until after lunch the next day when she appeared around the pool in a stunning white bikini. Although it wasn’t that revealing it showed her slim figure off nicely and of course emphasised the length of her wonderful legs that were undoubtedly her best feature, although that’s a matter of opinion and many would give her bum that accolade.. She told me that she was visiting a local restaurant that evening that was renowned for its regional cooking and that as it was on expenses why didn’t I join her?
I readily agreed and went off to get dressed for the visit to the as she put it “rather dressy ristorante.”
Again we had a superb meal sitting on a lovely table looking out through open doors onto a large lake with the mountains in the back ground. We exchanged more about her failing and my boring relationship both of us admitting that we didn’t really know what we were going to do.
Finishing the meal we caught a cab back to the hotel and fancying a night cap we went to the bar forgetting that in Italy hotel bars tend to close fairly early.
“Oh shit,” she said when we found that it was closed, “I could have murdered a few armagnacs or brandies.”
It seemed as though fate was intervening for just that morning I’d been shopping and had bought a bottle of cognac so that after the meals I’d imagined I’d have alone in my room I would have a little snifter, or two or three. I told her that and suggested that we have a drink in my room. This time that suggestion wasn’t curtly declined.
It really was the oddest and most erotic feeling to be showing a woman that I was aroused by into my bedroom. Probably the sort of feeling that men have when they are hunting their prey for that, I realised, was indeed, what I was hoping to do.
There was a little seating area in one corner of the room. However, as it was still pleasantly warm I agreed with her suggestion to go outside onto the small balcony. We took the bottle and glasses and sat close together side by side on a wicker settee that had cushions on it. It was the only seating on the balcony so once more it appeared that something was coming to my assistance as I sat beside her, our hips touching and our outer legs now and then scraping against the other.
We had two fairly quick drinks as we chatted with me telling her about my children and my work and her telling me about her social life that largely revolved around publishers’ parties and a very active scene in Notting Hill Gate where she shared a flat with an aspiring actress. Karla had put her feet on the wicker table in front of us so that her long legs were out straight and that had caused her dress to climb well up her tanned thighs and she looked so desirable that I almost lost control of myself. But nothing happened. As much as I wanted to do something I just couldn’t pluck up the courage to start anything, for the fear of rejection and the resultant embarrassment was so high; I sort of felt sorry for men having to make such advances. I felt silly really but somewhat relieved yet also frustrated as I said goodnight to her and watched her leave my room. Of course I quickly relieved the frustration.
I saw her at breakfast the next day but then she had some meetings and I went off house viewing so we agreed to meet around four for a late afternoon swim and some sun.
During my exploring I couldn’t stop my mind often returning to Karla and the unusual and unexpected level of desire I felt for her. I knew that it was totally out of character for I had only once in my life really “fancied” another woman sufficiently for the idea of trying to seduce to become paramount in my mind and I couldn’t really put my finger on what had prompted that. Maybe both of us being alone? Possibly a sort of understated, subtle hint of availability from her or could it be that my bisexual tendencies actually were becoming a lesbian desire?
She was already at the pool when I arrived. I was wearing a black bikini with some white markings and she was wearing a nicely brief yellow bikini. Despite my resolve to put any ideas of doing anything with her out of my mind, immediately I saw her those strong feelings returned and I found myself instantly thinking of being with her sexually. She looked very serious as I sat beside her and right away told me that she’d just spoken to her boy friend and that he had told her it was over. She began to cry and I instinctively put my arm around her feeling something like a charge of electricity as my hand touched the skin of her shoulders. I cuddled her to me in an almost maternal way feeling a little guilty at my thoughts about her as she sobbed in my arms. We talked a little but not much as she explained the phone call and as I tried to comfort and reassure her. As I did that I found the warmth and closeness of her very arousing and I found myself quite unashamedly taking advantage of the situation by stroking her lovely blonde hair.
“Anyway, Karla,” I said. “Men just aren’t worth it, they’re all bastards.” This made her smile a little and she replied.
“Yes, I’m beginning to see that.”
We lapsed into silence and slowly and rather reluctantly I removed my arms from around her, but we still sat on the same lounger our legs touching.
I took a chance. “I know what you need Karla,” I said brightly and added as she looked at me those big dreamy eyes sending a shiver through me. “A bloody great Armagnac, come on.” I took her hand and we marched off towards my room after firstly slipping our thin, voile wraps around us.
In the room I felt very nervous both from the excitement of her presence and of course from the prospect that I might find the pluck to try to seduce her. I poured us fairly large Armagnac’s and said.
“Here’s to us jilted women Karla.”
“You aren’t jilted, you have Richard.”
“I am he prefers his work to me and believe me that is being jilted.”
We touched glasses still standing there as we sipped the strong liquid. Karla sat on the edge of my bed and I sat beside her as she once more ran over the background to the break-up. As she did she again became a little tearful and I took that opportunity to put my arm around her shoulders again. She was sobbing. Our legs were pressed together, the touch through the thin material being very stimulating. My arm was around her shoulders, her head was on my chest and I started to once more stroke her hair. We stayed like that as she sobbed.
I murmured. “You’ll feel better soon Karla.”
She whimpered a little and said, “You’re so understanding and kind Cat.”
I pulled her a little closer and said. “Don’t worry Karla, women like us can do without men, I do.” She didn’t respond but equally she didn’t move away from me. I held her tighter and ran my fingers through her hair letting it slide down her slim neck. “In any case,” I went on quietly, “you are beautiful and will soon find someone else.”
She replied softly. “Do you really think so Cat?”
I told her that I did and what a wonderful figure she had and how lovely I thought her hair was as I continued stroking it. My heart was now pounding and my entire mind and body was inflamed with a desire for her. I found a boldness I didn’t think that I had. I let my fingertips trail across her forehead and down onto her cheek as I said very softly.
“Ever since I saw you at the airport Karla I have thought how beautiful you are, what a marvellous figure you have and how wonderful you look.” I let that sink in for a moment before adding, “I find you quite irresistible.”
I couldn’t think that she could fail to realise that this was a come on and I hoped for a positive response but none came. I pulled her slightly closer and then whispered.
“Yes Karla totally and utterly irresistible,” as I took her chin in my hand and turned her face up towards me. Those marvellous eyes looked deep into mine as I stared back at her. Plucking all the courage I could possibly muster I whispered.
“May I kiss you Karla?”
At first I thought I’d blown it. At first there was no response. Nothing, no reaction. Either, she was being very astute and keeping the ball well in my court or, she was considering the possible enormity of what I was suggesting. We continued looking into each others eyes and thankfully she showed no signs of moving away or of pushing me off. I slowly moved my face towards hers and still she didn’t move away. My heart leaped as I considered that this was a sign of agreement so I moved my face slowly towards hers. I gently placed my lips in a little kiss on her cheek loving the feel of her soft skin on my lips.
She smelt and felt so lovely and my heart leaped when I realised that I might be near to making love to this exquisitely alluring creature. But I wasn’t complacent. I knew that I hadn’t yet fully persuaded her and that there was probably considerable conflict within her as I gently stroked her face and placed little kisses on her cheek. I let my fingertips run across her face softly touching her forehead, her hairline, eyebrows and her eyelids. I didn’t rush things. That wouldn’t have been appropriate. No Karla had to reach her own conclusion as to what would happen, albeit with my coaxing.
“You smell wonderful Karla,” I whispered as I planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She made a low sigh, almost a moan as she felt my lips on her cheek.
“Oh Cat,” she whimpered as I lifted her face so that I could look into her green eyes, repeating it as she looked into mine.
This time as I moved my face towards hers my lips were directed towards hers and she was clearly aware of that. Turning my head a little when our lips were just a couple of inches apart I slightly opened mine and was thrilled to see that she did as well. It was a perfect kiss. So soft and gentle, loving and enquiring, tentative yet responsive. We sat like that for some time kissing. It was me leading the way of course but Karla certainly played her part. It was not the rough, demanding tongue down throat sort of kiss that men seem to prefer. No, I kissed her lightly, on her lips, her cheeks, her eyes and her chin. I sucked gently on her upper lip and ran the tip of my tongue round her mouth. With each new sensation Karla made little whimpering noises that were both so endearing and exciting. Slowly she became accustomed and, I hoped, receptive to what we were doing.
“Oh Cat,” she repeated; she seemed unable to say much else. She went to say something else but my fingertip on her lips stopped her.
“Don’t say anything Karla, don’t,” I murmured, knowing that she was going to start raising questions. “Just feel, don’t speak just enjoy it.” I kissed her again this time fully on her lips and her response was much more obvious and enthusiastic. Her lips were now moving under mine and were open so that my tongue could slip just inside her mouth and touch the tip of her tongue. As I did this so I pulled her closer and I felt no resistance whatsoever as my fuller breasts squashed absolutely, deliciously against her smaller, firmer chest. Holding and comforting her I let her get used to this more overtly sexual movement and I was thrilled that she showed no signs of withdrawing from what was such an obvious increase in the depth of intimacy between us. In my mind I thanked both Jane and Emma for the ‘good education’ they had given me!
But I still wasn’t sure that this would be anything more than a girly embrace and snog; the sort of situation I had read that a surprisingly large number of women get involved in with friends and acquaintances. I hadn’t the experience to sum her up and to work out yet the level of acceptance she really had to my, what was clearly at the least, bisexual and, at the stronger level lesbian, advance.
But I had to know, I had to try, I needed to test myself and her. I wanted to find out whether I could indeed “pull” a girl and take her on a journey of sexual awakening.
As she sat snuggled up in my arms our mouths exchanging kisses I looked down and through her thin sundress I saw her small breast in the bikini. I knew that I would have to caress her. I knew that I would have to take that chance and seize the opportunity to push the boundaries out a little further. I was aware and scared that I would have to put myself in the position where she might reject me. It took some time as we continued kissing, but slowly I plucked up the courage and then equally slowly I moved my hand towards it. Several times I almost lost my nerve, but the way that she was returning my kisses and the apparently comfortable way that she was lying in my arms gave me the fortitude to carry on. I placed my hand on the small orb very softly, hardly touching it but enough so that I knew her body would tell her what I was doing. I wasn’t too overt with it, no caressing or squeezing and no touching of her flesh, just the material of her bikini top.
What I guess I was doing was making a gesture that she could either accept, hopefully, or could reject and not too much face would be lost. I suppose really I was putting the ball in her court. She could move her body so that her breast came away and then it could be put down as an accident or just a little over eagerness on my part. Or she could stay there in which case she was showing me the green light.
It seemed an eternity that I waited with my palm and fingers just resting on that lovely little lump. My heart was beating with the combination of excitement, worry and anticipation. I was finding it hard to take a breath and my pulses were pounding as I sat there my lips on her neck my hand waiting for her reaction. And then I felt one. Hardly perceptible at first but gradually becoming so, my hand felt a slight increase in pressure. Initially I thought that it must be me, but it became apparent that her body was reacting in the way that mine does when my breasts are touched. She was pushing that sensitive part of her body back against the object that was providing that pleasure, my hand. She was not rejecting me. No, she was saying yes. By that little movement that probably only another woman would both notice and understand Karla was saying for me to go ahead, implying that she was ready for that and indeed wanted me to go further. I readily understood the signal for I had given it myself to both Emma and Jane when they had ‘seduced’ me. My heart leaped as I felt her return the pressure and the feeling of relief was enormous, but mostly the very thought that I was seducing another woman excited me.
I pressed a little harder and slightly squeezed the, wonderfully soft but somehow youthfully firm at the same time, breast revelling in the return of the feelings I hadn’t felt since I had last caressed Amanda.
My confidence now high I started to caress her breast in a clearly stimulating and sexual way as our mouths ground together far more energetically and as our tongues now delved deep into the others mouth. As I did so she naturally I suppose squirmed against me with what seemed to be increasing sexual arousal. I cupped the whole orb in my hand and pressed against it sending a little shudder through her and a shiver of delight through me. I found the nipple under the thin material and noted its natural hardness as I pinched it fairly firmly causing a gasp to escape from her. Now bold with my approach I ran my fingernails and then the tips of my fingers across the little mound working upwards until they were traversing the skin just above the top of the bikini bra.
I pushed downwards easing my fingers inside the bra, taking that with me. My fingers slid right onto the wonderfully puckered, almost rubbery skin of her areola and nipple. I pinched it. This must have hit her hard for I felt her body jolt a little and heard a low moan slip from her lips. I pressed on easing the cup away from the breast and revealing its loveliness to my gaze and touch. It was a beautiful sight and a wonderful feeling as the very pale pink tipped breast seemed to beckon me and as my hand cupped it and caressed it in delicate strokes and increasingly avid squeezes and pinches. I could feel her body shuddering and shaking against me and little whimpers of pleasure slipping from her mouth as I did this and I held her even tighter, if that was possible.
I slid the top of her thin beach dress away from her and looking right in her eyes I whispered
“Is this ok Karla?” as I eased the other cup of her bra away from her breast.
“Yes Cat, yes it is” she sighed back to me.
“Have you done this before?” I rather inanely heard myself asking.
“No, I have never been with a woman.”
Looking down at them I whispered. “You have such beautiful breasts Karla.”
I was quite surprised when she replied. “So do you Cat, so do you. I have always wanted larger ones like yours.”
That presented me with an opportunity to heighten the sexual tension between us. Without taking my eyes from hers for a moment I undid the knot on my wrap and let that fall away from me. Holding her gaze I reached behind me and with shaking fingers I unclipped my bra and removed it. Her eyes seemed to pop out of her head as I did that and as she stared at my now naked breasts. I leaned forward so I could reach round her and quickly without any objection from her I slid her bra off as well. Smiling I whispered.
“We can now look at each others can’t we Karla?”
She continued looking at mine and could not have failed to notice my nipples hardening under her gaze. I cupped one of hers in one of my hands and then slowly I pressed my breast against it. As our nipples touched I felt a shock of additional excitement run through me and I knew that she would have had a similar sensation.
“Is that nice Karla,” I whispered rotating my larger nipple and areola against her paler, smaller one. I saw the pleasure in her eyes, the slight nod of her head and the sharp intake of breath as we both shared similar sensations; something that’s impossible with a man!
I took her hand and slowly moved it nearer and nearer to my breast waiting for any signs that she didn’t want that. None came and then I had the delicious feeling as her soft fingers grazed across my boob. I manipulated her fingertips across the flesh of my breast and then onto my nipple. I then placed the palm of her hand under the fullness of the orb. Gently I pressed against it as her natural female instincts took over and she started, almost without thinking, to caress it.
And like that sat on the edge of the bed still with our panties on we gave each other a wonderful climax. Kissing and caressing but touching no part of the other beneath the waist we slowly, yet persistently, aroused each other until we were both panting and sighing as those lovely feelings flooded through us.
We stopped then. It was right and proper to do so for Karla needed to talk about it. Talk about what had happened and what it meant. Talk about this voyage into the “forbidden” land of bisexuality and lesbianism. She would need explanations and comfort especially if, as I hoped, we were to repeat what we had just done and go further down the path that maybe causing her some conflict.
I called up room service for some tea and we both slipped our sundresses back on, but I was pleased to see that like me Karla didn’t replace her bra.
Pausing in our chat as the tea was delivered we covered the whole topic with me explaining and she quickly appreciating that what we had done did not mean either of us were turning lesbian but that we both had the good fortune to “swing both ways.” Working in the fairly liberal world of publishing this was not that uncommon for her and she told me that she knew several women who were “like us” (her words exactly!). She even went on to say that she had been curious about it for some time and that had prompted a slight desire in her to try it. This was all wonderful news to my ears and I avidly encouraged her to tell me more about her feelings. Karla went on about it at some length saying how she was becoming increasingly disconcerted with men although from a sexual viewpoint she adored making love with them but nearly always she was left after that with a feeling of disappointment. This gave me the opportunity to ask what she felt after we had made the rather limited love we had and to this she said that despite her nerves she’d thought it was marvellous. It also enabled me to ask if she would like to repeat it and she said that she would.
We agreed to stay in the hotel for dinner that evening and Karla went off to her room to get ready as I did alone in my room. The restaurant was quite dressy, as posh Italian ones tend to be, so I wore a fairly low but respectable ‘little black number.’ When Karla knocked on my door on her way past she looked absolutely magnificent in a simple white sheath that moulded itself tightly to every curve of her body. She looked totally ravishing and I told her that as we walked down the stairs.
We were given a table away from other diners and we had what was a really romantic dinner. As the wine flowed we even flirted with each other our, very muted, conversation became more intimate. I eventually said.
“So Karla am I going to be able to tempt you to my room after dinner?”
She looked at me and said with a little smile. “Just try and keep me away!”
We had just one Armagnac at the table before wandering upstairs and straight into my room where we had another. This time there was little or no hesitation on my part. Almost immediately I took her into my arms and kissed her. This time there was no pretence or hesitation. There was also no pretence of the kiss being anything other than sexual in intent and nature. I pulled her entire body against mine smothering her chest with my larger softer breasts, squashing my slighter rounder tummy against her flatness and letting my pubic mound squirm against hers. My tongue snaked into her mouth and my lips ground against hers. My hand ran over her back even venturing far enough down to touch the roundness of her bottom. She responded perfectly, her arms around my neck her body submitting to my advances her mouth eagerly receiving mine.
I felt that we had gone past the hesitant stage, the enquiring and asking and finding out phases of lovemaking. We had both now committed ourselves to this, to each other and to having sex. We both knew that we were now going to fuck each other.
I eased her backwards until the backs of her knees were against the bed signalling my intentions very clearly. There was wonderfully no resistance whatsoever as I helped her down onto the bed and as I laid beside her. Indeed as we did so she seemed to be kissing me even harder. I raised myself onto one elbow and quite confidently started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress glancing from her eyes to the lovely sight that was being revealed between the opened folds of her dress that I had now unbuttoned almost to her waist. I saw the lacy bra and the small mounds of her breasts leaping from them, her smooth upper chest and the tanned skin of her waist. Holding her gaze I raised my hand and caressed her small but beautifully formed breasts feeling a charge of want rush through me as I did.
We struggled her out of her dress and I stood up and removed mine so that we were both in just our underwear; a white lacy bra and thong for her, black French knickers and a black lace bra on me. Considerately, I thought, I said.
“You are sure about this aren’t you Karla?”
She smiled and said. “Yes Cat I am as sure about this as I have ever been about anything to do with sex.”
They were some of the most enticingly attractive words I’d ever heard and I couldn’t stop, not that I wanted to, my arms reaching out and pulling her to me as my mouth closed over hers.
I broke the kiss and sat up. She saw what I was about to so and she also sat up. Our eyes holding the others gaze and then dropping downwards we both removed our bras and dropped them on the floor. We lay side by side on the bed again and kissed for some time as our hands roamed over the others back, up and down their arms, around their waist, across their stomach and then, inevitably and wonderfully their breasts. I kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples into my mouth causing her to groan with pleasure and writhe her body against mine with excitement; she really was an enthusiastic and very ‘visible’ lover.
Her face slid downwards and rested on my boobs. As she suckled at my breast like a child so I stroked her back and revelled in both the fact that she was responding so wonderfully and at the lovely feelings her mouth was causing on my body. We remained like that for some time both adjusting ourselves to the new bout of lovemaking. There was no hurry, we both knew that. There was not the urgency there so often is with men. We were both aware that we had all night. That our bodies could last as long as our minds had the will not like the male whose lust denies languid all-night lovemaking.
Slowly Karla moved so that she now lay almost on top of me. The four rosy tips of our breasts merged together. Our stomachs met and merged together and our pubes touched and also merged together. Our legs became intertwined so that our bodies were almost as one. We cuddled each other and we rocked ourselves enjoying the intimacy of the position. I pulled her a little further onto me so that she was completely on top of me our pubic mounds now firmly pressed together. I opened my legs and she slid between them. Our mouths also merged together with a passion that until now had not existed with our kissing.
Our natural female instincts then took over. Karla began rubbing her mons against mine and my legs opened further. Her hands grasped my breasts and mine cupped the smooth taught cheeks of her bottom. Our kissing took on more aggression and she began to slightly thrust herself up and down against me. It was so thrilling and exciting that this woman who I had seduced just a few hours ago was simulating fucking me. It became very obvious that we were going to cum together again. And we did. Wonderfully, strongly and so very satisfyingly.
It was now near midnight but neither of us showed any interest in sleeping. We were both so alive with our discovery of each other that we could not let the night finish yet.
No not for hours would this magically momentous night end.
Again we lay in each others arms talking enthusiastically about the marvels of what we had experienced. But still we were both in our panties. Somehow it hadn’t seemed appropriate yet to remove them. To women they are the last defence, the final barrier and their removal has a deep and significant meaning. At present we had not broached that and certainly had not breached it either. But now I wanted to. I wanted Karla to be naked for me and I wanted to bare and flaunt myself to her. I wanted no barriers at all between us. Now I wanted to make as full a love to her as I could.
“Karla,” I whispered brushing the lock of blonde hair away from where it had fallen over her eyes. She looked up at me her appealing eyes catching mine and we smiled the smile of lovers at each other.
“Yes Cat,” she breathed. I held her gaze as I ran my fingers down her spine until they were in the elastic of her panties.
I said very softly “I want us to take these off each other Karla so that we are naked together.” Our eyes didn’t leave the others as she looked at me and slowly nodding her head muttered.
“Yes Cat yes. Please let’s do that.”
It really was a heavily charged and highly erotic moment. We lay there side by side our eyes switching from being locked on the others to roaming down their body. Almost simultaneously, we both slid our hands into our own panties and, after lifting our ourselves up a little, eased the delicate garments down our legs and off. My heart was pounding as I stared at the naked form beside me and as I watched her eyes devour my nude body. I wanted to flaunt my bareness at her and to possess her nudity. She had neatly trimmed her dark pubes presumably ensuring that she had safe bikini line. I saw her eyes open a little when she saw my narrow ‘landing strip’ of tawny hair that ended well above the start of my slit, which I knew would be glistening at her with my free flowing feminine juices.
I touched my finger to the tip of one of her breasts and then slowly ran that down her body until it was touching her mound. I pressed a little and then let it slip further until it found that hooded place nestling at the front of the lips of her vagina. As I touched her clitoris my heart leaped with joy and anticipation when I felt her whole body shudder and heard a sharp, deep groan escape from her lips that were slightly parted. Staring deeply into her eyes, that were misty with the excitement and pleasure, I took her hand and slowly moved it until it was close to me then I pressed it right against my pubic mound. She showed no resistance whatsoever. Opening my thighs a little I slid her fingers right onto the soaking expanse of the lips of my vagina. I watched for any sign of apprehension in her eyes as she touched the most womanly of places, for the first time ever on another woman, but there was nothing other than pleasure and excitement. As I stroked around her clitoris so I pushed my crotch towards her invitingly, I hoped. And sure enough she accepted that invitation for her fingers slithered wonderfully around my lips before coming to rest right on my clitoris as well. Simply gazing deeply into each others eyes and occasionally touching the others face, eyes, hair or mouth we caressed the others naked pussy and clit. Then, as that got to both of us and we started moaning and writhing our bodies, more was needed. Looking deep into her half closed eyes, I smiled and then pushed two fingers into her warm wetness. Marvellously, she responded by doing the same to me.
“Oh Karla” I sighed.
“Yes Cat, yes” she groaned back as I plunged my straightened, now three fingers deeply in and out of her.
“I’m fingering you.”
“And I am you Cat; I have my finger in you, up you.”
“Yes we are finger fucking each other aren’t we?”
“Yes Cat,” she whispered kissing me. “We’re finger fucking our cunts aren’t we?”
A Like me she seemed to enjoy and gain excitement from talking dirty and that added yet another dimensions to our sexplay.
After that there really was no stopping us. The barriers had been broken and Karla’s acceptance of lesbian lovemaking knew no bounds.
She seemed to understand that what we had done so far was just the starter in the feast of lovemaking acts available to two women. She even began to take the lead a little. I was sitting up with my back against the headboard of the bed when she leaned across and cupped my breast and fondled it lovingly. Holding the flesh in her hand, her fingers squeezing it with just the right amount of pressure, I was thrilled to watch her head move closer and closer to it, her tongue between her parted lips as it neared its destination. My heart was pounding with anticipation and the joy of her willing participation as her tongue ran across my nipple that, if it were possible, became even harder. I groaned with pleasure as she started to suck that aching bud. I held her head in my hands my fingers running through her silky hair as like a child at a mother’s teat she suckled on me. Sucking and gently chewing with the skill that only a woman can really possess she ran her fingers over my breasts and stomach making me feel wonderful, so female and so desired. She did this to both breasts her fingers flitting over my thighs and tummy as her mouth, tongue and lips did such delicious things to me above my waist. It got better though for as she orally fucked my breasts so she also finger fucked my cunt. She then gave me the fantastic pleasure of being made to cum by myself by a woman I had just seduced.
After, I naturally did the same to her feasting my mouth on her small breasts and nipples and my finger on her clit and up her pussy. It was as equally wonderful to watch my young lover ion the throes of an orgasm I had produced for her.
I laid her on her front and softly massaged her back. Starting under her hair on her neck I lovingly stroked and caressed her smooth skin moving slowly but inexorably downwards until I was massaging, well caressing really, the two symmetrical mounds of her tight bottom. I cupped them and squeezed them. I kneaded them and stroked the delicious, curved orbs. My fingers sliding into the crease between them, I pressed and stroked her there, loving the little grunts and sighs that slipped from her lips as my touch brought a particular surge of pleasure to her. I was thrilled to see her legs suggestively slipping open further. I could see the pink wetness of her sex invitingly on display and I stroked its velvet surface loving the way that with each touch further grunts and sighs came from her mouth and her body shuddered with the reaction.
I laid between her spreaded legs my arms around her holding her breasts my crotch pressed against the base of her spine. As I started to move and grind myself against her bottom simulating the actions that many men had done on both of us I heard her gasp with such intensity and say.
“Oh yes Cat, fuck me, please fuck me.”
And I did. I thrust myself against her, my mound sliding from the base of her spine through the crack in her bottom and onto the back of her lips and then back again. I did this time and time again as we both sighed and moaned at the wonderful feelings we were each gaining. Both in that marvellous state of being near to, but not quite at, climax she pushed me off and, pushing me onto my face she did the same to me until we both did go over the edge and climaxed together.
This time though we didn’t stop, we didn’t rest, we didn’t pause in our lovemaking.
She showed absolutely no resistance as I knelt and bent my head towards her tummy indicating very clearly that it was time for us to move to the next level of lesbian lovemaking. The taste of her was marvellous, but that was overshadowed by her reaction as my tongue found her clitoris between the silky folds of her vagina.
“Oh God, yes Cat, yes,” she nearly screamed as her entire body bucked like a horse being broken in and as her hands gripped my hair that was tumbling all over her waist and tummy. She opened her legs and raised her knees making her glistening cunt as available to me as it could be. She started to cum almost immediately her bottom lifting off the bed as she pressed it harder and harder against my tongue. She was hurting my head with the way that she gripped and pulled my hair but the pain was meaningless compared to the pleasure we were both gaining from me orally fucking her. Her climax just went on and on or maybe she had a series of them. Neither of us knew or cared so deeply were into this. How long I sucked and licked her I have no idea. All I do know is that we both went on such a wonderful journey of sexual pleasure that we finally shuddered to a conclusion in each others arms my mouth, still covered in her juices, firmly grinding against hers.
It didn’t, of course, stop there. It couldn’t, it wouldn’t have been right for us to finish like that for we both now wanted to go further. I wanted more from her and she wanted to give me that. With no encouragement at all from me, for I realised only too well what a commitment it is for a woman to make oral love to another, her head slithered down my body. It went over my chest, waist and stomach and through my ‘landing strip’, past my mound until it was nestled between my thighs that I gratefully and so welcomingly parted for her. It was one of the most gorgeous feelings I’d ever experienced from sex when Karla’s tongue found my clits and stimulated that so sensitive part of my body. Yes Emma, Jane, Sherry and Amanda had been there before and I think Gretter and Benni had forced their tongues in there, but somehow as I was the instigator of this, it felt different, more meaningful and intense.
I pulled her so that I could return the favour at the same time and felt so elated when she straddled my face the sweetness of her vagina just inches from my face. And like that in the classic 69 position we made the fullest love that two women can without the aid of other instruments.
Our lovemaking carried on throughout the night and we spent the best part of the next morning sleeping and cuddling and making further love. We slept with each other on each of the remaining nights I was there and had a tearful parting when I dropped her at the airport with both of us saying how we’d keep in touch back in the UK. We did phone and had several chats but, somehow, the idea of meeting up again never materialised. Deep down I guess we both took it for what it really was, a lesbian holiday romance.