1 comments/ 10311 views/ 2 favorites The Visit: Friday By: DickVesuvius Sharon and I had already worked out most of the details via email. My flight, arrival time, and most importantly the exact spot we'd meet at the airport. We were emailing a few last minute things leading up to our meeting in person for the first time. After all the arrangements, identifying me surfaced again. "How will I know it's you," Sharon asked. "If you look anything like the pictures you've sent to me, I'll know you," I replied confidently. "Not fair. I've shared mine but you haven't shared anything. How will I know it's you and not some guy just trying to pick me up?" There was truth there. I initiated contact with Sharon after reading one of her stories online. After enjoying the first, I read more and wasn't disappointed in any of the stories. While each story was definitely erotic, it wasn't the eroticism that made me reach out to her. It was the fact that her stories, unlike others I had read, were well written. She had a command of language and I appreciated that. Her stories had style, a clear voice, an authentic one—at least to me. Reading them, I got insights to she was thinking and how she felt during her sexual exploits. I felt I knew her. Her picture on the author bio page was a sheer bonus because she looked stunning. I remember thinking that it probably was the photo of some anonymous person pulled from the web to protect her own real identity. I was pleased that she took time to she wrote back to me after I complimented her on a story via email. We exchanged more after that, including some photos she sent to me. She was right. What I knew of her was far more than she knew of me. She was beautiful and she probably got way more than her share of dumb pick-up lines. "So, what are you asking me to do? Wear a pink carnation, or a bowtie, use a code word, or something?" "No. That's not what I'm saying. It just doesn't seem fair," she said. "Life's not fair. I want you to be surprised. Trust me, you'll know," I said. The hours I spent in flight to Rochester seemed an eternity. During the flight, I thought back on how we met, the exchanges we had, and most importantly, my growing desire to meet her. I felt a chemistry and attraction. Did she feel it too? Would I be disappointed because the real chemistry didn't live up to the virtual chemistry? Was this all a hoax? What would be the point of that? Should I really go through with this? Where is this going? There was a lot to process. I reread emails and replayed our chats in my mind trying to pick them apart, looking for inconsistencies, some reason to bail. I couldn't find any warning signs. I knew I had to follow through. If I didn't, I'd regret not meeting her for the rest of my life. I had a feeling our meeting would be electric and I wanted it badly. If it didn't' work out, we'd not live with the burden of a "what if " that never came to be. I took a deep breath as the wheels touched down and we taxied to the terminal. I knew it wouldn't be long now. After the erotic fantasies that filled the flight time.it felt good to loosen my seatbelt because my cock and balls ached from being constrained since Chicago. I hadn't realized how hard it got as I was thinking about her during the flight. I wondered if my seat mate noticed or maybe the stewardess. Was that why she nodded approval when she walked through the cabin checking to see that the passenger's seat belts were fastened before our final descent? I took another deep breath and collected my carry on and walked down the jet way, through the terminal, and towards the baggage claim and car rentals. I didn't have any baggage to claim and didn't expect to need a car. I knew her instantly. She was standing there looking a bit pensive as she surveyed each male passenger. I loved how she was dressed, classy with a hint of provocative--respectably sexy. The red heels were a nice touch. Right out of one of her stories. On the spur of the moment I decided to have some fun. I fixed my eyes on the far end of the terminal and pretended not to notice her. Then I walked past her knowing full well that she was clueless about what I looked like. It worked. After I was safely beyond her, I stopped and turned back to watch her. She kept scanning other passengers streaming down the hallway, looking for me. I suddenly realized she might think I stood her up. I quickly had second thoughts about my stupid joke. I circled back towards her, moving closer. I watched her from behind but slightly to the side so I could see her face. She kept waiting, looking expectantly towards the other passengers now gathering near the baggage carousel. Getting closer behind her, I leaned in until I could almost feel her hair on my cheek. What was the fragrance I smelled? I almost whispered in my soft baritone voice so that only she could hear, "You have great tits." She immediately recognized that I quoted a pick up line from one of her stories. I knew she'd get my subtle joke. Her humor came through in her stories too. She spun around and looked me. "So I've been told," she replied before continuing the joke, "Hi Bob, no wait you're not Bob. You're Joe. No you're not Joe. You're Tom. Is that right? Well regardless of who you are, I know I'm gorgeous Sharon." I laughed. The ice was broken. Without a pink carnation or bowtie, I looked pretty ordinary. Probably like a lot of other nondescript travelers dressed in faded Levi's and white shirt. I dropped my carry on as we embraced for the first time. She felt great. My arms wrapped around her and her body contoured to mine like we were made for each other. I've been told never to be the person to break a hug. Feeling like I was right then, I knew it was sound advice. We hugged for a while. Pulling back, I looked into her eyes, held her head, felt my fingers run through her hair, and kissed her. She responded positively and returned my affection. Soon after our lips met, hers parted encouraging more. Our tongues teased; tender but firm, wanting and inviting. I felt my blood race. My face was flushed. My dick began to harden. My arms encircled her tighter. One wrapped around her back and upwards towards her breast. The other moved downward so I could cup one of her ass cheeks in my hand. This was going great. Sharon's hands were by no means idle either. Discretely one of her hands drifted down my chest, past my belt. I could feel her hand tracing the outline of my cock through the fabric of my pants. I knew she was sizing me up, and in the process, adding significantly to my excitement. How long did we kiss and grope? What did others seeing us think? I was kind of expecting someone to tap me on the shoulder and suggest that we "get a room." But it didn't happen. Here I was. In the arms of a woman I had grown to know and develop some feelings for over the last couple of months. Our hands roamed freely and I'm sure we put on a pretty R-rated performance considering we were in the airport terminal. Sharon told me she was a bit of an exhibitionist, so I already knew she didn't care. I certainly didn't give a fuck because I knew no one there except Sharon. It felt so good. After we separated I glanced around and could see we were indeed the subject of some attention among those still waiting or wandering through the airport. An elderly couple seemed scandalized. A young couple in their 20's seemed relieved that we diverted attention away from their own steamy reunion. A black guy near the carousel nodded approvingly and turned away after we turned to walk towards the exit and parking. I put my arm around her as we walked towards her car. She hung her thumb inside the back pocket of my pants resting her hand on my ass. I walked her to the driver's side of her car. As she unlocked the car, I felt a bit awkward. Should I be a gentleman and open her door? I decided to err on the side of good manners. I stood there until she was inside then shut her door and walked to the other side. I threw my bag into the back and climbed into the passenger seat. When she got in the driver's seat, Sharon's skirt slid up her leg revealing great legs. We were soon on the highway. We shared some obligatory chit chat about the flight and then relived our meeting, spontaneous attraction, and laughed heartily about the reactions we noticed in the airport. I looked so study her face backlight at times by the rhythm of the streetlights we passed and other times lit by the oncoming traffic. She was more beautiful than the pictures she had shared before our meeting. "I have to tell you," I began, "that I've built this up a great deal in my imagination leading up to now." "Do I meet your approval?" "Absolutely and then some. I loved your pictures, but reality is so much better." As a sign of affection I reached over to put my hand on her thigh. She separated her legs more and slid downward into the seat and rotated her hips slightly upward clearly indicating her desire as well as facilitating my access. I turned in my seat towards her to improve my reach. I ran my hand northward teasingly. "You're not wasting any time," she said. "We've only got a weekend, so there's not a lot of time to waste." I paused before continuing, "Is that a complaint?" "Not at all." The skin of her leg was smooth and reaching the top I felt her panties. My fingers ran up and down the center several times before my middle finger hooked the inner side of her panties to pull them aside. Then I slipped my index finger underneath. Once inside her panties I added my middle finger to the now skin to skin rubbing. "Let me know if I distract you too much from driving," I said, fingering her. She was shaved. That's wasn't a surprise, she had told me before and I had no reason to doubt her.. I had seen her pictures too. I took my time tracing my fingertip through the folds of her pussy before gaining entrance. She was wet, warm, welcoming. She sighed as my two fingers found their way inside her. As I continued exploring, her eyes began to soften and glaze slightly. I used my fingers to tease the length of her slit slowly upwards and then a little faster downward back to the opening. Repeating, sometimes lingering at the top to coax her clit to attention with my fingertips. I could tell she was enjoying the feeling almost as much as I was enjoying providing it to her. Being on the giving end of arousal can be as much fun as being on the receiving end. "Do we have far to go to get to your place?" I asked breaking the silence. "Thankfully not much further," she said. I nodded. Shortly after that she took an exit ramp. As we drove down a street with restaurants she abruptly woke from her daze of enjoyment. She asked, "Are you hungry? I'm sorry. I didn't think to ask earlier. You were on the flight for a while, right?" "Only for you. Let's get to your place." My eyes drifted to her right foot. I saw her press her red heel downward. We accelerated. I kept fingering. I had no idea how far we needed to drive and fully expected to have to pull over to take care of each other. My excitement was building, knowing the effect I was having on her. I hoped we would be there soon. We were no sooner in the door then she turned and pressed herself against me--sandwiching me to the door. I appreciated that she not only knew what she wanted but that she wasn't shy about expressing it. She grabbed my cock and balls in her hand. I started hiking up her skirt. I was instantly hard again. We began kissing and fondling and our breathing got heavy. It was like the airport all over again except that rating was now getting pretty close to being X. Taking a break from a deep kiss, Sharon said, "I'm so horny/" She echoed my feeling precisely. "You kind of got me pretty excited in the car. I didn't think we'd ever get here. I want you!" I'm 6' 1, and fairly strong. I picked her up easily. I held her against me with her ass in my hands. She made holding her easier for me and more intimate by wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling her torso tighter to mine. I know it was tough for her to do that given the constraints of her skirt. I could feel her tits pressed tightly to my chest. Her nipples were hard. I felt them even through her bra. One of my fingers slipped into her pussy from behind. It was warm and silky wet. I stroked in and out several times and spread her wetness around the opening. Where? Living room? Kitchen counter? I needed to make a decision. Bedroom. We continued kissing as I carried her through the house in the direction of where I thought the bedroom was. She kind of guided me by moving her head nodding direction. We never broke our kiss and she didn't say a word. Once inside the bedroom, we began feeling each other up again like we were teenagers. It didn't take long to shed clothing. Each piece I removed brought a new revelation and a new feast for my eyes. While I had seen most of Sharon's body in photographs, I didn't lie when I said earlier that they didn't do justice to the reality before me. I was nearly breathless with desire, light headed. It was dreamlike. I tried to absorb everything--trying to etch every little detail on my brain so that I could recall each one sometime in the future, but the intensity was overwhelming. She was intoxicating. I pulled her close to me and kissed her. My hands went instantly to her ample breasts. Her nipples were already hard with desire. I rubbed them with my thumbs as I grasped her tits with my hands feeling their weight. They were completely natural and simply amazing. As she pushed my head downward, I knew she wanted my mouth and tongue on them. I eagerly complied tasting one then the other, sucking, teasing, kissing, flicking, taunting each in turn. First one, then the other, repeating. My hands moved lower to her ass. I cupped a cheek in each hand as I continued to feast on her breasts with my mouth. My middle finger probed upwards towards her pussy from behind. She gasped a little when my fingers entered her again. It was because all the teasing brought her that which we now both wanted. For me it was a signal of intense desire. She was tight. I resumed working her pussy with my fingers, plunging deep with my index and middle finger. My thumb reached upwards and rubbed her clit--sometimes in circles and sometimes up and down. Her breath quickened. I knew she was probably on the brink from the pent up anticipation of our meeting, us making out in the airport, the teasing in the car and now in her home. My left hand continued working on her right breast, my mouth moved between her left breast and her mouth, as my right hand worked her pussy over. "It's OK love. Come for me." I said, as though she really needed for me to give her my permission for that to happen. Just then she did. I felt her body stiffen and heard her moan. I could feel her pussy tighten in my hand. I didn't move and continued to hold her tight to me, letting her savor the feeling and the intimacy. I was disappointed when she pushed my head away from her beautiful breasts. I was not disappointed when she knelt in front of me to get her first good look at my cock. If the stories she wrote were true, I knew I wouldn't be her largest. I'm better than average in length and girth. I hoped to be exceptional in other ways. She wrapped her hand around my cock and a drop of precum appeared at the tip. Her other hand encircled my balls. "These are pretty heavy. Let's see what I can do about these," she said before extending her tongue to the tip of my cock to taste the pre cum. She backed her head away and I could see a long sticky thread of precum extend between the tip of my cock and her tongue. Just as it seemed it could stretch no further, she moved back towards my cock so it didn't drip. I leaned back onto my elbows while sitting on the edge of the bed so I would be comfortable as well as be in a good position to enjoy the view. "Good girl. Don't waste a drop," I said approvingly. I moaned as her lips wrapped around the head. Her tongue worked its magic stroking the sensitive underside of my glans. Then she'd run her tongue down the length of my shaft, her hands alternating between caressing my balls and stroking my shaft when her mouth enveloped my head. After a couple of minutes of resisting from touching her, I couldn't restrain myself any longer, my hands grasped each side of her head and my fingers went through her hair. As tempting as it would be to take control forcing the conclusion of things, I didn't. Touching her hair was temporarily enough for me. I really wanted to experience the pleasure she was so willing to give me in her own way and in her own time. I relaxed in preparation for the ride. She worked her way down the shaft. I was impressed with how deep she took me and her technique. She'd let me slide out and get a quick breath before swallowing me again. She was literally fucking me with her mouth. It felt good. I moaned. She had great rhythm and technique but most importantly, she was enthusiastic. While I've had other women give me blow jobs, not enough do it with enthusiasm. From her approach and technique, I knew Sharon took special delight in pleasing men this way. Periodically she would look up at me to try to read my expressions and plan her next move. Her skill and the pleasure it gave to me made it quite difficult for me to keep my eyes open, but when we made eye contact, I felt so connected. I could feel my excitement build and my balls tightening getting ready to lose the load that had been building. Just as I was about to lose it again and grab her head and take control making her finish me deep inside her mouth, she seemed to sense me being on the brink. She prolonged my ecstasy by backing off and changing technique--using her tongue up and down my shaft. Was it ecstasy or anguish when I cried out and she didn't finish me off immediately? She continued. Circling my dick at times, teasing the tip at others, taking me into her mouth sometimes, using her mouth and hands to tease my cock and my balls. I was in heaven and she knew it. She looked up at me to see my reaction. "Oh my god," I cried out, "you're amazing. It's like you're reading my mind..." My voice was husky and guttural when I said, "Sharon,fuck me with your mouth. Suck me you slut." She slowed down only long enough to say "We're just starting our weekend. Don't hold back. Come for me love." Then, never losing eye contact with me, she engulfed my cock and put me over the brink. All orgasms feel good. Some, though, seem to come from deep within your core. This was one of those. As I erupted into her mouth, she kept pace until the very end, when a small amount leaked from the corner of her mouth. I looked down at her approvingly. "That was incredible, love. Beyond anything I ever imagined and I have a pretty vivid imagination." We laughed. She climbed up onto the bed and I moved next to her. We rested there for a while--our hands stroking each other's bodies as we looked at each other. Sometimes looks communicate volumes words can't. I brushed her hair from her face and looked deeply into her eyes, then began kissing her again. My hands roamed her body, breasts, legs, ass, pussy. My lips broke from hers and moved towards her breasts. My tongue traced its way through her peaks and valleys lingering there. God she's got great tits, I thought. Then I slowly moved down her tummy to her navel. That was just a detour to my true destination--her pussy--soon to be the target of my attention and affection. Some men don't enjoy cunnilingus. I don't understand why. I love the feeling of pussy on my tongue and lips, the sounds and the sights of seeing my woman come from me eating her. I was especially looking forward to seeing and feeling Sharon cum. When I eat pussy, I take my time. It's not meant to be rushed. I've found each woman's preferences are different and that if you tune into the woman, she'll guide you with subtle movements. You'll sense where to direct your attention, whether to lick or suck, the speed to do it, and deliver the level of pressure she likes. The Visit: Friday It's all about tuning in and patience. It brings great rewards for both of you. After receiving such a great orgasm from Sharon, my goal was to give her something just as mind blowing. I began lightly tracing the folds and lips of her labia with my tongue, exploring and gently probing. I could feel her begin to relax and as she did, she opened up for me, allowing better access. I began tracing the capital letters of the alphabet, each one twice, on her pussy. I laughed inwardly at the joke--me reciting the alphabet using my tongue on a teacher's pussy. Would she even know? I began. A... starting at the base of her outer lips on her left, stroking upwards above the top of the pussy and back down her outer lips on the left before finally finishing the letter across her slit. Then I reversed direction retracing from the lower left hand base of her outer lips and finishing on the right. I continued. B...C....D.. taking care to tease her and not delve immediately to her slit. .When I got to E...F she moved and her movement suggested that I direct some attention towards her slide. I complied and did her one better. I flicked my tongue on the sensitive perineum below her vagina and also to the between the cheeks of her buttocks. E and F became large capital letter. Then moving upwards, I continued. G...H... I, a chance to run my tongue the length of her slit and suck her clit at the top, a prelude to what was ahead. J... K... She opened wider and I used the flat part of my tongue to run broadly up the length of her slit and then back downwards several times before really focusing on her clit. I could feel it rise and harden. I teased it with my tongue and gently sucked on it. Keeping pressure on it with my lip, my tongue extended downward the length of her slit and then back upwards again to her clit. Her pussy felt smooth against my tongue. L...M...N....O.... A great letter. A chance to encircle the clit teasing it, sucking it, then reversing direction. O is a great letter. Followed by another, P, encircle and run the length of her vagina to the perineum and then back up, finishing the stroke with a deep push of my tongue into her vagina to dwell slightly. Keep going. Varying my approach, I used my upper lip to keep her clit exposed to teasing with my tongue. Looking upward, I could see my efforts were paying off. Her eyes were closed. What was she thinking about? The sensations? Or a fantasy? Her mouth was open and she was breathing through it. Her fingers were gripping her breasts and at times pulling her own nipples. I listened to her breathing as I continued with my mouth. I put my hands under her ass so I could hold each cheek. Dammit, I lost track...where was I? I?... H?... J? No it was further along? It was O or P—great letters. It didn't matter. O and P were worthy of repetition. I improvised just trying to watch her reactions and signs. It must have been working well because soon her fingers were now on the back of my head playing with my hair and more importantly directing my mouth.... Fuck the alphabet. "There...not so hard....yes.. like that." she said somewhat erratically. I knew we were getting closer and continued, not wanting to break the flow or her trance. When Sharon began to lift her hips, I moved my hands to each cheek of her ass to assist her. She was drawing my face into her pussy and letting me know she was on the brink. My tongue and lips worked in, outside, up inside and down her pussy; every inch of it getting teased, sucked, or licked. Her breathing quickened. My rhythm did too, but not to excess. This was about reading her and providing. As her body stiffened, she gasped softly then moaned louder. I could feel her begin to throb on my mouth and I began to suck her clit and pussy. I wanted to drain her orgasm from her body in much the same way that she had earlier drained mine. The sound of her release was music to my ears. As I consumed her orgasm, I felt connected to her because we had shared her orgasm. I found my own satisfaction in her orgasm and felt incredibly virile. In the afterglow, I nestled my head between her legs with my cheek against her pussy and wrapped my arms around her legs while she recovered. The stillness of it struck me as one of those moments in life where you feel the tenderness of love you just shared. Neither of us moved for a while. We weren't really tracking time anyway. "Fuck me love," were the next words I heard. "I want to feel you come in my pussy." I moved up towards her face. She opened her legs beneath me. My cock head was poised at her opening. I felt so hard. I could feel the moistness of her pussy and its heat on my cock's head. I wondered if she could feel it too. Her pussy was wet, warm and welcoming. Tight after her orgam. She inhaled as I slowly penetrated her and waited inside allowing each of us to savor the feeling. My cock was enveloped by her silky warmth. I gasped at the sensation. She next said the exact words I was thinking. "God you feel so good." She gripped my cock with her pussy. I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock. She wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me in tightly. I felt her generous breasts flatten against my chest. "Sharon, you're so tight. You feel so good." We were so into each other. I later realized we made love for a long time, switching positions. It seemed to be an unspoken goal to change positions without me pulling out of her. We started first with me on top, then on our sides, and finally finishing with her on top. In each position we'd slowly fuck, find a rhythm, move to the edge and then back off. I realized during this that we both needed some healing and that connecting with another person on a deep sexual level would do a lot for each of us. I have nothing against fast fucking, in fact, later in the weekend we do some of that; but at this point we were searching for and finding something special in the other person. I held her tightly on top of me. My dick was still in her pussy and I could feel her contracting her muscles. I wondered "how does she do that?" Our hands were everywhere stroking sides, backs, legs, chest. It was a slow build during which our minds connected along with our genitals. I'd like to say we came together, but not quite. My orgasm came first and hers very shortly afterward. It was as though she held on waiting for me, and that once she felt me tense, then release and throb, saw the ecstasy in my eyes, and heard me gasp; she let herself go. It was almost like my orgasm triggered hers. I've heard of tantric love. I don't know much about it, but this seemed to fit the descriptions. After all this we were exhausted and soon after we lay down to sleep. I held her in my arms as we drifted off. "Sweet dreams baby," I whispered into her ear. I hoped she heard it before she was asleep. I remember feeling her hair on my face and the softness of her fragrance which now had undertones of our sweat and the smell of our sex. Thinking back on the day, it was kind of surreal. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep myself was how natural she felt nestled against my body and in my arms. Why couldn't life be like this forever? I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was past 2. To be continued... The Visit - Friday Friday I was standing in the arrivals hall at Heathrow Terminal 3 waiting for Claire's plane to land, and so thrilled that we were about to meet face to face for the first time. We got to know each other through Facebook. She's a friend of a friend, and we became connected because we started seeing each other's posts and we seemed to share a sense of humour and view on life, and it just sort of progressed from there. We became close friends, emailing and chatting regularly with video calls on Facebook, sharing domestic details of our lives. Then, about a month ago, she said she wanted to visit the UK and could I recommend somewhere for her to stay? I thought about it, and even discussed it with my husband, Chris. He immediately said, "The Cotswolds. Quintessentially English countryside. She'll love it." I thought this was a wonderful idea, at least as a starting point for her adventure, so I wrote back to her enthusing about the idyllic setting, the beautiful, quiet villages, the rolling landscape. In reply I got a plea back from Leah. Could I help her with finding somewhere? She wasn't sure what would be best. So I did a search and came up with a sweet looking two bedroom cottage, with it's own private garden, in a small town with all the essentials: A restaurant which was highly recommended, a couple of decent looking pubs, and a few small local shops and supermarkets. It was also close enough that I could make a day trip down to finally meet her, but most importantly it was available for a week at the time Claire was thinking of coming to visit. I e-mailed her: ——————————— Claire, I think I have the perfect place for you. See the link below. What do you think? Fiona xxx ——————————— Within an hour I had a response: ——————————— Wow Fiona! That place looks wonderful. I've already booked it for the second week in August. I know it's a bit cheeky, but is there any chance you could come and meet me at the airport and drive me down there? Public transport doesn't look great and I've never driven a right hand drive car before. I'm flying in on Friday morning, so maybe you could stay at the cottage with me for a couple of days while I find my feet? So excited, and hope you don't mind me asking. Love Claire xxx ——————————— Of course I had no problem, it would be nice to get away. I talked to Chris and he said, "Why don't you take the whole week with her? Have a little holiday and then she'll have local transport." "That sounds great, but are you sure?" "Of course," he smiled, "give me a chance to catch up with a couple of the guys." And with that I emailed back: ——————————— Hi Claire, Of course that wouldn't be a problem. In fact Chris has suggested I come and stay the whole week. Would that be ok? Or would I just cramp your style and get under your feet? Love Fiona xxx ——————————— ——————————— Fiona! What a wonderful surprise! I would love to spend a week with my new best friend! Really thrilled we'll be spending a whole week together! Love Claire xxxx ——————————— And that was that. It was decided. What I hadn't ever revealed to Claire was that from our exchange of pictures, just normal photos, nothing salacious, and out face only video chats, I was really quite enamoured of her. I wouldn't describe myself as a lesbian, I am married after all, but I certainly do identify myself as bisexual. Of course, it was just a fantasy in my head, and I wouldn't ever dream of scaring her and following up on my feelings, but it meant it was going to make for an interesting week. However, can I just say that Claire is gorgeous? I'm 5'6' and she's a stunning 5'11". It probably meant I was going to be spending more time in heels than I usually do, but I really didn't mind that. Other contrasts are that she has short-ish, red-brown hair in a really lovely rough cut. I'm a strawberry blonde bordering on a redhead, and I wear my hair just past my shoulders. Additionally I'm 48 and she's ten years younger. In spite of, or perhaps because of these differences we had hit it off almost from the very beginning. I waited, anxiously watching the arrivals board. It showed her plane had landed at that her luggage was on the carousel. I kept looking for what seemed like an age. And then there she was. I couldn't have missed her from a mile away. She was wearing a red blouse and a charcoal grey skirt that came to just above her knees. She also had shimmery sheer tights, or pantyhose as she would call them, and was wearing dark flats on her feet. Her earrings were small hoops that set her look off perfectly. I was suddenly crucially aware of my rather casual knee length red and white floral print summer dress and bare legs. At least I had some heels on. I wondered how she looked so fresh after an eight hour flight. I could see her scanning the people waiting at the barrier, and I waved. She caught my eye and her face lit up. "Fiona!" She shouted and ran over, pulling her wheeled case with her, a clutch handbag in her other hand. She rushed over to me, let go of the handle of her case and wrapped her arms around me in a huge hug. Even though I was in my heels she was a little taller than me and I was quite stunned when, as I wrapped my arms around her and said, "Claire," she kissed me full on the lips. Not for long, but it messed with my perception for a moment. 'Just an American affectation,' I thought to myself. I stood back and couldn't help the huge grin spreading over my face. "It is so good to meet you at last," I said. "And you Fi, and you." She used the diminutive of my name which only a very small group of people are given permission to do. I'd already told her to use it, and was so glad that she felt she could, "Come on, let's get you to the car. I'll take your case." I pulled on the handle and I led her to the lifts, up two floors and headed towards where I had parked. When we got to the car I opened the boot, or trunk as she'd say, and put her large, and rather heavy case in. We both climbed in. I started the engine and said, "Right. Off on our big adventure. Welcome to the United Kingdom." She smiled as I drove out, "Thank you so much for organising all this. I couldn't have done it without you, and it's so lovely of you to take a week out to act as my guide." Her soft, educated American accent was sending shivers down my spine. I really had to concentrate to negotiate the traffic around Heathrow, which is always a little more than insane. Once we were on the open road heading west, I said, "How do you do it? An 8 hour flight and you look less dishevelled than I do after a 90 minute drive." She chuckled, a lovely sound, and said, "I cheated. I slept most of the flight, and changed just before we started our descent into London." We carried on in a similar chatty vain all the way to Burworth, the delightful little town in the Cotswolds that I had picked out for her visit. I couldn't help noticing that quite often when she went to say something, Claire would lay her fingers gently on my arm. I thrilled at her touch, my skin tingling and I kept having to remind myself to get a grip and concentrate on driving safely. As we entered the outskirts, with its quaint houses, preserved beautifully, Claire breathed out and said, "Oh my god, Fi. This is like some picture postcard." She was right. It was a beautifully warm, sunny day with clear blue skies. The trees were perfectly outlined against the azure and the predominantly white houses had crisp edges. My sat nav beeped for me to take a left into a small lane, and about 100 yards later there was the cottage, isolated at the end of the lane. A tall hedge surrounded it with wide gates and a driveway in front. I drove through the gates and pulled up and we both took a moment to take it in. "Oh Fi. It's a chocolate box cottage. How beautiful." I smiled. I was very happy with the location. Secluded and private but within easy reach of the town. We got out of the car and got our bags out of the boot. I took the keys the travel agent had sent to me out of my handbag and we headed to the door. I handed the keys to Claire. "You do the honours hun, this is your holiday after all," I said. She smiled, took the keys and shuffled through to find a key that matched the front door. When she finally located the right one, she pushed the oak door and it swung open revealing a tile flagged entry hall. We stepped in and were grateful to get out of the heat. The hallway was lovely and cool compared to the outside. I put my handbag down on the dresser in the hall, and Claire laid hers next to mine. I looked at her and asked, "You like?" "No. I dont like. I love," she said, "it's perfect. Come on, let's go explore. Bags upstairs first?" I smiled, "It is lovely isn't it?" I took in the pastel shaded walls, the dark wooden staircase turning at the end of the hall and we both took our bags and carried them up the stairs. We got to the light, airy landing, which had a large leaded glass window giving natural light at the far end, and saw four doors. We opened the first one to be presented with a beautiful room with polished wooden floors, thick rugs, and a four poster bed with a huge thick mattress and a plain yellow duvet. "Let's look at the others before we choose a room, but I would love to sleep in a four poster bed," Claire said. "It's your holiday hun. If you want it, it's yours," I said. We left our bags on the landing as we opened the other doors. Door two led us to a bathroom, a huge affair with a large tub big enough for a family, and a walk in double shower. Marble tiling on the floor. "Oh it just gets better," Claire said. I smiled inside and out. The next door took us to the second bedroom. Just as grand as the other one, but with, of all things, a waterbed. I have never ever slept on one, but I thought it might be something I would like to try. I went over and sat on the edge and felt the gentle swell under my bottom. Claire came and sat next to me and this made more waves. She smiled, "I've never slept on a waterbed or a four poster. Now I'm torn." I smiled, "We can always swap over. Take it in turns so you can experience both?" Claire looked at me like she was about to say something important and then just mumbled, "Mm. Yes. We could do that." We got up and crossed the hall. The final door opened into a large study with a writing desk, a large sofa, a comfortable looking office chair and French Windows which, when we opened them, led out onto a balcony with a large swing chair on it overlooking a beautifully manicured lawn with splashes of colour everywhere from a whole host of plants. We both stood and marvelled. It was idyllic. Nobody overlooked us, and our view was of rolling landscape as far as the eye could see. "My god Fi. I could stand here forever." "It is wonderful isn't it?" "So which room is yours?" Claire asked me, turning my way. I looked up at her and said, "I think I fancy the one with the waterbed. Is that ok with you?" A curious look passed over her face that I thought was disappointment, she smiled and said, "Perfect. I get the four poster." We headed back to the landing and picked up our bags. Claire turned to me, "Do you mind if I take a shower? I feel I need to wake up a little and even though I changed I feel a bit drab after that long flight." "Of course!" I said, "I might even join you." Realising what I'd just said, and how it could be taken, I flustered and said, "I mean, I might take one after you. Obviously." Claire laughed, "Feel free to come chat while I wash. I'm not self conscious." I couldn't believe what she'd just said. I looked at her thoughtfully for a second, and said, with as much normality in my voice as I could muster, "Sure. I'll see you in a minute. When I've unpacked my bag." With that we headed off to our respective rooms. I probably set a world record in unpacking my clothes for the week. Everything from sexy little dresses and skirts, to Jeans and tee shirts. I put everything away in drawers or hung them up, and took my special bag out and put it in my bedside table. I briefly lay down on the bed and was amazed at the way the gentle wave motion was so relaxing. Realising I needed to call home and let Chris know I was here and safe, I went back downstairs and got my mobile out of my handbag. I dialled and It rang a couple of times before he answered. "Fi! Everything ok? Did Claire get there?" "Hello darling. Yes. Claire's here and we're at the cottage. It is just wonderful. You should see it. As Claire said, it's a chocolate box." "Sounds fantastic. So what are you going to get up to today? Any plans?" I laughed, "We only just got here darling. I suppose we'll play it by ear mostly." "Well, I'm sure you'll play it well. Thanks for phoning love. I'm out with Andy and the lads this evening, so don't worry too much about me. Just relax and enjoy a well earned break. Love you!" "I love you too darling. I'll call you when I can. Mwah." And with that the call disconnected and I dropped my phone back in my bag. I went back upstairs to my room and took my wash bag out of my case and steeled myself. I'd heard Claire go into the bathroom and could now hear the rush of water in the shower. I imagined her body under the water and then shook myself. 'Get a grip, Fiona' I said to myself, 'she's just very open minded and it's probably an American cultural thing.' I walked down the hall and tentatively knocked on the bathroom door. Claire called out, "Come on in Fi," and I pushed and the door opened. Claire was naked in the glass walled shower, her back to me. She had shampoo in her hair and was rinsing it out with the powerful shower head. There was a chair in the corner, so I went and sat on it. I thought I should probably act as normal as possible. "So, is it a good shower?" I asked. I know. Pretty feeble in the 'opening a conversation with a goddess' stakes. She turned towards me and I caught my first sight of her beautiful body. Her breasts were full but not too large, with large pink areolae and pink nipples. Everything was in proportion, and I could see the small sparse triangle of her pubic hair. I realised I had probably been looking a little too closely for too long and looked up into her eyes. She smiled at me and said, "It's a great shower. I'd been warned that British plumbing was terrible, but if this is the standard, I was obviously misinformed." I smiled, "Oh it can be. But we're getting better at it." "You really should join me," she said, "there's plenty of room and you could wash the soap off my back for me." I was flabbergasted. Again. She was actually asking me to join her in the shower? I so wanted to, but I still didn't want to scare her off. "Really?" I said. "Yes, Fi. Really? Don't make me beg. Please?" My heart in my throat I stood up and took my heels off, placing them under the chair. Then I reached behind and undid my dress, letting it fall off my shoulders, revealing my braless 34b breasts. I looked over at Claire and she was standing under the water and preening herself. Very self consciously I lowered my plain cotton panties down my legs to the floor, revealing my trimmed pubic bush. I always leave a triangle above, but I have the rest off when I go for my salon days. I picked up my dress and panties and draped them over the back of the chair. I knew this was displacement activity, but I really was quite nervous. I turned and walked over to the shower. Claire pushed the door open to let me in and I stepped over the threshold. Without my shoes the difference in our height was quite distinct and I looked up at her. Claire handed me the detachable shower head, "Could you rinse my back off for me please, Fi?" And with that she turned around. I lifted the shower head and sprayed it over her, I played the water down over her lower back and delicious looking buttocks. Tentatively I reached a hand out and brushed down her spine. Claire practically purred, "Oh yes. That's lovely. When you've finished rinsing me, I'll help you if you like?" I really didn't trust myself to speak, but I went ahead anyway, my voice shaking slightly. "Yes. I think I'd enjoy that." She turned again, and I was there, close to her. It was so intimate. I held up the shower spray and let it play over her breasts. I noticed that her nipples were quite stiff. There was something very electric about the air around us, and I was working on automatic pilot as I let the powerful spray play down and over her pussy. She shuddered as the water ran down her pubic hair and into her most intimate area. I heard her whisper, "Yes. Yes. Don't stop." I knew what she meant. I have had many a happy orgasm from a powerful shower spray. I noticed there was a dial on the head, and I turned it 'Pulse'. The water started coming out in rapid spurts and I just let the water play straight onto her. She opened her legs slightly and leant back against the wall. I lowered the spray so that it was pointing up straight onto her clit. I couldn't help watching in erotic fascination as I saw it emerge, poking slightly out from its hood. I realised just how turned on I was watching this, and if it hadn't been for all the water around us, I was pretty sure I would be dripping anyway. Claire's eyes were closed and she held her breasts and tweaked her nipples as I continued to play the water over her. Suddenly she started moaning deeply and I could hear her guttural cries of, "Oh god, oh god. Yes." And that was it. She suddenly cried out loudly and her body started convulsing with an orgasm that was flushing her skin from her beautiful pussy outwards over her stomach and breasts, up to and over her beautiful throat. "Aaaahhhhh," she screamed as her legs gave way underneath her and she slid down the wall to the floor. I followed her down so that I was kneeling between her legs, still spraying the shower on her and she started shuddering again. "Oh god. Again? Oh yes," and she tensed again and her fists clenched as another fierce orgasm ripped through her. I was mesmerised, watching her. I was more turned on than I can remember being for a long time. Finally her climax receded and she opened her eyes, "Oh my god Fi. You can't believe how long I've wanted this." I looked in her eyes, dropping the shower head on the floor and said, "Really? Trust me. The feeling is entirely mutual." She leaned forward, her legs open around my thighs and kissed me. Properly. It was soft, passionate. She wrapped her legs around me and I returned the kiss. Running my hands behind her head, through her hair. We kissed and caressed for what could have been five minutes or five hours. Both lost in the passion. Tasting each other. She pulled on my lower lip with her mouth, I let my tongue gently circle her lips. Our hands caressed all over each other's backs, sides, thighs. Everywhere. Then I felt a touch between my legs. She was running her fingers up along the outside of my lips, up to the top and then back down. It was making me shiver right through. I fell towards her, opening myself to her touch. She pushed me back gently and without a word we changed positions so that my back was against the wall, legs open and she was kneeling between them. She started her stroking on my lips again and I was desperate for her touch on my now very engorged clit. Suddenly it was there. Her thumb and forefinger either side, gently massaging me. Pulling up and down. Squeezing gently. Without stopping she leant forward and kissed me on the lips, and then down my neck to the rise of my breasts and down to a nipple. She took it in her mouth and sucked then gently nibbled on it with her teeth. I was powerless. Completely under her spell. The feelings in my pussy were so intense. My clit was alive and every nerve in my body was tingling. She didn't change her rhythm and I could feel how close I was to an orgasm. I could feel it rising, and then this huge shock wave ran through me when she stopped moving her fingers. Just holding me still. It had quite the opposite effect of what I would have expected. It made the feelings peak even more. A few seconds later she started moving again and that was it. I went completely over the edge. An explosive orgasm, centred in my pussy, spread all the way out over and through my body. I thought I was going to lose consciousness. I cried out, I don't know if I was loud, or quiet. I was so wrapped up in the inside outness of my orgasm I was barely aware of anything but her touch and the waves rushing through my body. I shuddered against her and wailed as it continued ripping through me, her fingers still working their magic. The Visit - Friday Some time later I was aware enough to realise we were hugging, our naked bodies pressed against each other. I was crying, but a good crying. Claire was just holding me and we were kissing gently. She pulled back, "Oh I am so glad we started the week this way." I looked at her, smiled, and said, "Not as glad as I am." "Am too!" She giggled. I laughed. We were on the floor of the shower still, the spray running around us. We both slowly got to our feet. I was light headed and we we needed each other's help to stay upright. We put the shower head back, and Claire proceeded to shower me, so sensually, so wonderfully. I felt truly pampered. We got out of the shower and dried each other. It was shocking, surprising and yet stupendously satisfying to be so intimate so quickly. We got out of the shower and Claire got me to sit on the bathroom chair so she could use the drier to fix my hair. I loved the feeling of her fingers gliding through my locks against my scalp as she teased and dried. Then we swapped over and I returned the favour. As I was just finishing her hair, her sitting naked in the chair, the mirror in front of us, she looked at me in my reflection, smiled and said, "So, when are you moving in with me?" I was puzzled for a moment, "Sorry?" "Well after that there is no way we're having separate rooms, and I'm not giving up the four poster," she laughed. I looked at her reflection, watching her sitting there, her legs slightly parted, and reached over her shoulders and slid my hands down her front, over her breasts over her tummy, down through her tufts of now dry pubic hair and kissed her on the neck as I started stroking her clit, the first time I'd actually touched her there I realised, and purred in her ear, "Count me in." She leant back against me and I moved my fingers in little circles. She shuddered and sighed. I could feel her and knew how turned on she was, not just from her wetness, but because I was feeling the same. I stroked and pushed gently on her and she parted her legs further. I was struck by how erotic this image looked in the mirror. Her eyes were open and she caught my gaze, we stared straight at each other as I stroked and pressed and it was so wonderful to watch her eyes as her body started reacting and then I could feel her start to tense again, moaning. We didn't drop our gaze once and then I saw it in her eyes as well as felt it in her body. Her eyes widened and she moaned, "Oh Oh Oh Oh!" and that was it. I felt her pussy suddenly get a lot wetter and she shook and gripped my arms with her hands and then her eyes closed as she went over the top and sliding down the other side moaning incoherently. I held her and kissed her as her body subsided from the orgasm. When she was able to stand, we faced each other. I nuzzled into her neck and we hugged. Without a word we went through to her, now our, bedroom. We lay on the bed and, kissing and stroking, fell asleep in each other's arms. When I awoke I had no idea for a moment where I was, and then I remembered. It came flooding back in a huge wave of erotic memory. I kissed Claire and she mumbled and opened her eyes. I looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was still only two in the afternoon. Claire's flight had landed at 8am, and the drive wasn't that long, so I figured we'd slept for maybe an hour, possibly two. Claire smiled at me, "Hello lover," she said and kissed me gently. I returned the kiss and pulled back a little, our heads on the pillows facing each other. "So what are you going to wear this evening? I said. "Sorry?" "This evening. I've booked us into the fancy restaurant in town. Table for 7 o'clock. We've got 5 hours to get ready." "Oh, I think that's plenty of time. Let's stay here for a little while, and then we can play dress up." "Deal," I said, not able to get the stupid grin off my face. "You realise we haven't seen any of the rooms downstairs," Claire said. She was right. I smiled, "How about we explore a little?" "Naked?" "Mmm yes. Naked." We got up, and held each other's hand as we tiptoed out onto the landing and down the stairs. Giggling, we walked downstairs and back into the pastel shaded hall. It was a subtle turquoise and there were four lovely dark oak doors, all closed. We opened the first door on the left and entered a wonderful farmhouse kitchen. A deliciously cool cream marble tiled floor, a rustic pine kitchen table with 4 wheel back chairs arranged around it and a vase of fresh flowers in the centre. Around the edge was a long work surface on one side, with a washer-drier, cupboards and drawers and a four oven range on the other side. At the end, under the broad window was a ceramic sink. The whole room was delightfully light and airy. I looked around and then up at Claire, "Oh my word. I know I saw the pictures, but the reality is so much better. Do you like to cook? I love to cook." "Oh I like to cook too, but I don't want this to become some sort of competition," she laughed. I warmed inside. Realising how unselfconscious we both were, standing there naked together. How quickly we had dropped any pretensions or inhibitions. I leaned my head back slightly and planted a gentle kiss on her lips that she returned softly. I purred, "Mmmm. Ok. If we keep doing this we're going to run out of time to get dressed up," I said, "Let's look at the other rooms." We walked out and through the opposite door, into a dining room with a beautiful polished oak table at it's centre and, again, four chairs arrayed around. The decor was more subtle here with darker tones and wall sconces that would make for a very romantic light in the evening. Along one wall there was a window overlooking the side of the garden, and at the end there were large French windows that opened out onto a stone patio. We walked, still holding hands, over to the doors and tried them, but they were, unsurprisingly locked. "The key will be on that bunch we have. We'll take a look later," I said, "let's carry on with the other rooms for now." Claire looked at me with a wicked grin, "You don't want to walk naked in the warm afternoon sun?" I shuddered. This woman knew me so well already, "Oh god, yes, but since the keys are in the hall we may as well look at the other two rooms. Then we'll go outside." I kissed her again and this time it turned into a more passionate one and I felt my insides go all mushy as we pressed our naked bodies against each other. Claire pulled away, "God Fi, you do things to me I thought I had forgotten to know how to feel." I beamed, "Once again, I refer the honourable lady to my previous answer," I said, using a term from British Parliamentary procedure, "the feeling is entirely mutual. Come on then. Let's look." We walked over the wooden floor with it's wonderful Persian rug under the table and out and down the hall to the next door. We opened the left hand door and walked into an opulent lounge, again with a wooden floor and throw rugs, but brighter with a huge, leaded bay window overlooking the front of the house, onto the drive and front garden with its privacy hedges. In the bay window was a curving sofa that had been built in, facing a huge flat screen TV on the wall opposite. In the corners were bookshelves, crowded with books, and there were two deep armchairs, each one big enough for two people. I wandered over with Claire to the bookshelves and started perusing. I can never resist a well stocked bookshelf, and there is something quite visceral about taking a book out and opening it, that lovely smell that wafts out from the pages. I picked out a copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' and, letting go of Claire's hand for a moment, opened it up. "I love Jane Austen." Claire smiled, "I knew you'd be bookish," she teased. "Well, I'm not exactly dressed like a librarian," I said, and Claire laughed. I closed the book and placed it back on the shelf. We went out of the door and into the final room opposite. This was obviously a breakout room. Great big bean bags on the floor, another matching bay window and curved sofa. I plonked myself down on a bean bag, pulling Claire down with me and we tumbled together and started kissing again. It was big enough that we were comfortably pushed together, and once again I felt her breasts pressed into mine. I stopped and kissed her briefly, "At last. We're the same height again," I said. Claire frowned, "You don't like me being taller than you?" "Oh no! I love it, really! I was only joking," I said, worried I'd offended her. It's true, I love tall women, Well tall men too, if I'm honest, but there's something so special about women who are tall. So elegant, so sexy. "And so was I sweetie," Claire said, "if you'd had a problem, I think I might have noticed by now." We lay there for a few minutes kissing again, our hands exploring each other. Not in a deeply intimate way, just caressing over shoulders, arms and backs. Discovering each other, which is intimate in so many ways, but more sensual and loving. Claire was the first to break away, "Garden?" I thrilled at the, "Yes. Let's." Claire got up and held out a hand for me to help me up and she placed a peck on my lips and we walked out into the hall again. I picked up the keys off the dresser and we headed back into the dining room and over to the French windows. I sorted through the keys and eventually, after a couple of tries I found the right one. I pushed the handles down and the doors opened onto the patio and garden. On the patio there was a glass table with four canvas chairs, and across the lawn, between the bright colours of the flower beds, was a large swing chair. Actually, it was more like a swing bed it was so deep. It had a colourful canopy over the top. "Oh, we have got to try that," Claire said looking at it across the beautifully manicured grass. We walked over the stones and over the grass. I loved the feeling of being naked here in the outdoors with her. It was liberating, exciting and not a little erotic. The gentle breeze made my skin tingle and I could feel my nipples crinkling. I looked at Claire and could see it was all having a similar affect on her. Her nipples were proud and erect and it was all I could do to stop myself taking her breasts in my hands and kissing her nipples. My mind's eye wandered out and looked back at us, seeing the tall goddess and her acolyte, walking hand in hand, naked. It was such a wonderful mental image. Which made me think, as we approached the swing, "I would love to somehow get a picture of the two of us out here like this." Claire sat down before me, I sat down next to her, and we scooted back. The swing gently swaying as we moved, the cool fabric wonderful against our naked flesh. "Who would take it?" She asked, being terribly practical. I thought hard, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe my camera's got some function for that?" She smiled, "I hope so. I want lots of those sorts of memories of us." We lay back together, and the warm air, the breeze and the swaying of the swing bed making me slightly light headed. I turned my head and once again we kissed. This time it was deeper and I could feel myself tingling even more than before. I let my hand wander down over Claire's hip, and I felt hers do the same. I let my fingers drift through her wispy pubes and felt hers tracing the same route over me. As my fingers slid over her clit, I could feel how excited and how wet she was and at the same moment her fingers found my centre and I instinctively started moving my fingers in the same way I do when I masturbate. Little circles with light pressure. Claire did the same and as we kissed, our fingers worked their magic on each other. I was fully aware of my own wetness and I loved this feeling, like we were reflections of each other. Claire gasped as I stroked and I felt her tense and just the fact of the effect I was having on her pushed me further and I could feel the contractions starting deep within me. We lay like that for ages, slowly building each other up and then, boom. It hit me. It was only what I can describe as a lazy orgasm. There was nothing fast or furious about what we were doing, but suddenly it was on me and I cried out as I started to cum and at that moment my fingers must have involuntarily done something because Claire started shaking under my touch. Our orgasms raced through our bodies together and we somehow managed to keep our fingers in just the right place as we rode through it. It was not intense, but it lasted forever, just going on in wave after wave. It was one of the most relaxing orgasms I can ever remember having. As both of us subsided in each other's arms, our hands resting gently on each other's mounds, Claire looked me in the eyes and said softly, "What on earth was that? It went on and on. Like it wasn't going to stop." "God, I'm glad it was the same for you. I don't know, but I loved it. I feel so relaxed and happy right now," and I kissed her gently again. "It's a combination of everything I think, maybe being outside, naked..." "And with you," I finished. "Yes. And with you. That also makes a huge difference." We lay and held each other, kissing again for an age. Just lying, enjoying our company and bodies together. Finally Claire said, "Let's go pick our clothes out for this evening. I've no idea what time it is." "Oh, it can't be that late. We only came downstairs at 2, but yes. Let's go and play dress up." "And don't forget you've got to move your stuff in with me. You promised," Claire said. I smiled at her, "Of course. Come on. Let's go. This could be fun." We slid back off the swing chair and walked across the soft green grass and back through the French windows, locking them behind us. We climbed the stairs and I went to my room to start gathering my clothes and bits and pieces together. I laid all my dresses over one arm and carried them back down the hall and into Claire's room, laying them on the bed. She had her cupboard door open with her back to me, and I went over and put my arms around her, resting my head on her and placing a small kiss between her shoulder blades. She turned slowly in my arms with a dress on a hanger in one hand, "What do you think?" It was a blue and white leaf print, a sort of cocktail dress, with a plunge back, and one of those hems that is higher at the front than at the back and with a full bodice top. I looked at it, it was stunning. "That is just gorgeous, Claire. I can't wait to see it on you." She smiled, "Then help me on with it, please?" I held it for her as she stepped in, and I helped slide it up her legs, and over her shoulders. The back plunged all the way down so that she was mostly exposed, without being vulgar. She turned around, and I took her in. The front hem was at mid thigh, with the back at the back of her knees. I gasped. "Oh my. The only way anybody is going to look at me is if I go naked. You look stunning." She gave me a grin, "Is that an option?" I laughed, "No. Sorry. Anyway, I'll help you get it off. Plenty of time." "Have you seen the time?" I looked at the clock. It was 5:30. "Oh my god! Where did all the time go?" Claire kissed me, and looked at me, smiling, "I know. We must have been out there longer than we thought. Time passes when you're having fun, and that was a huge amount of fun." "What shall I wear?" I asked. She went through my dresses and picked out my favourite little black dress. Sleeveless, in a slightly shimmering fabric, the hem just above my knee, slightly flared. "This one?" Claire asked. "How did you know? That is one of my favourite dresses." "I think we might have that psychic connection, but this is so you. Let me help you with it." I took it from her, and she helped me step into it. I wriggled into it and she slid the zip up the back and attached the clasp. I turned to her. "Do I look ok?" I asked, really wanting her approval. "I think all eyes will be on both of us then," she said, "you look fabulous." I coloured, pleased at being paid such a compliment. "Well, you can't wear a bra obviously, I said, "and I rarely do. So, panties? I need to go and get my underwear drawer unpacked." A thoughtful look crossed Claire's face, which then turned quite mischievous, "It's been so wonderful being so free and naked this afternoon. How about we go without?" It took me all of two seconds to decide, "Lady, you have a deal," I said with a huge grin on my face. We spent the next 30 or 40 minutes sorting out each other's hair, touching up our nails and picking earrings. It was so lovely to have a girlfriend I could trust and share so much with. I loved it as we sat on the bed, doing each other's toenails. There is something so close and intimate about sharing something like that. We were ready just before 6:30. Claire was wearing stylish black flats, and I wore dark blue kitten heels. At last I was almost eye to eye with her again. We headed down the stairs, picked up our handbags and headed out of the front door. We had one last lingering kiss before we left, while we still could without being looked at like we were two headed monsters. We walked down the lane, and round the corner. The restaurant was close by, and we were a bit early so we stopped in a cosy little pub for a glass of wine so that we would be fashionably late. The ceilings were low and wood beamed, and the barmaid greeted us, "Hello. Welcome. How can I help you?" "What do you want darling?" Claire asked. I flushed at the affectionate term in public, but quickly realised that it was perfectly normal for women to refer to each other as darling. Just in the context I was flustered. "Oh, um, a glass of dry white wine. A chardonnay?" Claire turned to the barmaid, "make that two, please?" As the barmaid busied herself, she said, "You're not from round here are you?" Claire smiled, "No. I'm visiting. I'm from America." "Where are you staying?" "Les Grove Cottage, do you know it?" Claire pronounced the French 'Les' as 'Lez' and I blushed. The barmaid raised her eyebrows, and smiled, "Ah, you mean Lay Grove," she said, using the French pronunciation, "lovely place isn't it?" "Yes. Delightful. And this is such a beautiful town." The barmaid served our glasses, nicely chilled with a frosting of condensation on the outside. We headed over to a little nook and sat next to each other behind the table. I raised my glass, and quietly I said, "To new found love." Claire raised hers and said, "And Lez Grove." We both burst out laughing. We sipped our wine and I felt Claire's hand on my thigh below the table. She slid the hem of my dress up a little. I was both horrified and incredibly turned on. As we sat and sipped our wine, she caressed my inner thigh. I let my hand wander over and do the same. A silence descended over us as we sat. I whispered, "I can't wait to get home and back to bed with you." "Me neither, but the restraint and anticipation will make it that much more delicious when we do get home." We finished our wines, thanked the barmaid and left. A few of the locals giving us strange looks. We walked to the restaurant and went in. It was not too busy, only a handful of tables occupied at this early hour. The decor was mostly soft furnishings with a floral theme, quite middle England, with wonderful lighted windows. We were greeted by a Maitre d' and I said we had a reservation for two people in the name of Fiona Lawler for 7 O'Clock. He looked in his book, and led us to a table in a quiet corner. A waitress came over and handed us menus and a wine list. She asked us if we wanted to order some drinks and we both plumped for a bottle of Chardonnay. As she departed, Claire looked at me and said, "Kiss me." The Visit - Friday "What?" I said. Looking around to see if any of the few patrons had heard. "Kiss me. Not a deep passionate kiss. I just want to be open with you." I looked at her, and leaned into her and kissed her on the lips and let it linger for a second. "There. Was that so bad?" "No. It was the opposite," I realised that it was quite liberating to be this open. Like being naked in the house and outdoors, this was being naked in another way. "It made me feel good. And so close to you." Claire smiled and let out a deep breath, "The same for me. Let's not frighten the horses, but let's at least act like a couple?" She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back, my heart filling. "And when we get home, I want to properly taste you," she said. I grinned at her, "Now I'm melting and just want to throw down the menus and go home so you can ravage me." She winked at me, "Remember? Anticipation will make it that much sweeter." The waitress came back with our wine, set down two glasses and poured half a glass each. She then took our order and was obviously trying not to stare at us holding hands. We both picked a seared tuna dish that sounded good, and she left. I giggled, "You realise at the end of this week, if we keep this up, this will be known as 'the week the lesbians came to town'?" Claire laughed, "I'll drink to that." She lifted her glass and we clinked, sipped and then kissed again. The food came, and was pretty good, but to be honest I think we were both so wrapped up in each other and the thought of going back to the cottage that we probably didn't do it justice. We talked about what we would do in the week, other than making love at every opportunity, about the village, and the differences in the British and American culture. There was just enough background noise that we could speak candidly without anyone accidentally overhearing. Finally, we were finished and, a little light headed from the wine, we left the restaurant and walked back to the cottage. We hadn't been asked to stop being openly affectionate, something I'd worried about, and had managed to steal a few more kisses through the meal. It had been wonderful, but now I was all nervous, anxious and eager as we got to the front door. We unlocked it, and went in. We put our handbags on the dresser and Claire turned and we were in each others arms, this time kissing passionately. We stumbled up the stairs and into the bedroom and practically tore our clothes off each other, standing naked again, me still in my heels. Claire stared at me with a glowing face in the half light from outside. "At last. Now I get to taste you." With that she sat down on the bed and pulled me towards her. I fell down on to the bed and lay back, my head on the pillows, and Claire crawled towards me like a predatory animal. I looked at her beautiful body, her beautiful breasts hanging down. Instinctively I opened my legs, my knees bent, heeled shoes on the bed. She crawled up between them and I shuddered as she smiled up at me and then placed a gentle kiss on my inner thigh, then on the other one, then up on my mound. The sight was so erotic, watching this beautiful woman kissing me so intimately, and I was so worked up I just wanted her tongue on me, it was exquisite torture. She proceeded to lick my waxed outer lips, her tongue going down one side and then up the other. As she reached the top, she let it slide over my clit and I took a sharp intake of breath. I was so wet and so ready it sent a heavenly shock through my whole body. She then slid her tongue down between my lips and I just wanted her to go back to my clit, but the pleasure was heightened when she let her tongue circle my entrance. She suddenly stopped and looked up at me, I looked into her eyes, which were heavy with lust, and she said, "Oh Fiona. You taste heavenly." My voice slightly shaky, I said, "Do I get to taste you?" She smiled at me and whispered, "Oh yes. But afterwards. For now you are all mine." And with that she pressed her lips over my engorged clit and I could feel myself being sucked into her mouth and then she flicked her tongue over me and I thought I was going to pass out with the rush of pleasure. I'm pretty sure my eyes went back in my head, but I wanted to watch, to see her giving me so much, and I forced myself to stare as her mouth worked its magic on me. She flicked slowly, building up to a slightly faster speed, then faster again and I thought I was about to cum, but she slowed right back down. This wonderful woman was a mistress of control, an expert in bringing me to the edge. Then I felt a finger stroke my entrance and slide in. I was pretty sure from the feelings in my pussy walls that she had two fingers inside me. I felt my muscles clamp on her, and then I felt that rush which meant she'd found my g-spot, that sudden feeling that you want to pee, which passes quickly as the pleasure takes over. As Claire stroked my g-spot gently, she flicked my clit in her mouth in a lazy rhythm and that's when I went over the edge. I gripped the duvet, my hips rising off the bed and I made a noise, a low groan that grew as my pussy quivered under her. My thighs pulled together and I put my hands on her head and writhed as the orgasm washed through me, and then I felt another rush between my legs and another surge centred in my pussy. spreading rapidly outwards. As I slowly came back to earth, Claire let my clit pop out of her mouth and slid her fingers out of my wetness, sending another delicious shudder through me. We looked at each other again. "Yum," was all I could manage. Claire smiled and said, "Yes, you are, and I'm glad we have a washer dryer in the kitchen," and smiled. I was puzzled, but she just slid herself up over my body. I could see her chin glistening with my juices. Rather a lot of my juices. She kissed me and I could taste myself, slightly musky and heady with the smell of sex. My sex. I rolled her onto her back, looked into her eyes, and said, "My turn..." She smiled and opened her legs. It was then I saw the large wet patch on the duvet cover. "Oh my god. Was that me?" She giggled, "Yes, Fi. It was you. When you came you had a huge gush come out of you, all over my hand and onto the bed." "Oh god. I am so sorry!" "No. Don't be. It was wonderful knowing that I was responsible for that much excitement." And just like that I stopped worrying about it. It had been a most exceptional orgasm, and I felt so wonderful. Claire was having a really good effect on me. I usually worry about everything. My heels were getting in the way, so I undid the buckles and slid them off, letting them drop to the floor. Now I was ready. I had been waiting for this moment all evening, and I was going to savour it. I started by lying over Claire, between her legs. I kissed her lips, then started kissing over her chin, down over her neck and down to her breasts. I took a nipple in my mouth and gently bit. I let my hand slide down to her pussy, fingers gliding through her pubic hair until I found her clit and pressed gently. Claire let out a sigh. I kissed her breast, lifting it with my other hand and ran my tongue under the crease below, and then kissed her other breast and ran my tongue along that lower crease. I was rewarded with a delightful shudder. I kissed my way down over her belly, kissing her mound and then touched my lips to her clit, brushing across it. I felt her shudder and she moaned softly. Now I got my first taste of her, and it was delightful. A delicious, sweetly tinged flavour. I ran my tongue down between her lips, over her entrance and further down so that my tongue gently probed her back entrance. Claire squirmed and I slid my tongue back up to her pussy entrance and gently probed while my nose pressed gently on her clit. I could feel her moving and trying not to, and so I focussed on making sure I was centred on her at all times. I ran my tongue back up and over her clit. I put my fingers either side of her swollen bud and gently squeezed while I flicked my tongue over the top. Claire's hips sank back into the bed as I did this, and then pushed up towards me again. I could feel that she was close, so I used my other hand and slid two into her wetness. I could feel the walls of her pussy open to me and she sighed as I found the little pad of her g-spot, quite noticeable and delightfully squidgy. I circled my fingers gently there and I suddenly felt her walls clamp down around me and her clit hardened under my tongue and she was suddenly crushing me with her thighs and thrashing. I kept myself locked in movement with her and rode with her through the wave of her orgasm. It took minutes for her to subside and during that time I drew her beautiful clit into my mouth and sucked greedily which served to make her thrash and moan more until she managed to breath out a husky, "Enough." Her legs relaxed and I slowly slid my fingers out of her and placed one last kiss on her clit, savouring her taste. Moving slowly, I pulled myself up beside her and we kissed. Small pecks on each other's lips, and occasional long, lingering kisses. After an age of soft kissing, Claire looked into my eyes and smiled. Then she started giggling, and for whatever reason it was infectious and I couldn't help myself, I started giggling too, and then it was like a belly laugh for both of us. We couldn't seem to stop for ages. One of us would get it under control, and then look at the other and just start up again. At one point I managed to say, "What are we laughing for?" "I... I... don't... know," Claire managed to get out. Finally we both managed to calm down, and we lay face to face once again, framing each other's faces in our hands and kissing softly once again. "Let's get under the covers," Claire said a little while later. "Mmm. Yes. Snuggle," I replied dreamily. We got up, lifted the yellow cover and both slid in. It felt so cool and soft, and we gloried in wrapping our limbs around each other and kissing some more, and soon, with the soft moonlight lighting both our faces we fell into a deep sleep.