2 comments/ 26236 views/ 3 favorites The Adventure Continues By: slipfreak46 This story is the next installment of the feminization of Bob, which began with him "dressing up" to go to a lingerie party with his wife. It is located at http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=236929 * In the months since that fateful night when Jean introduced her husband to cross-dressing and her girlfriends to Bobbie, much had happened. As you may remember, her mother was at their house when they came home from the party and was very interested in Bobbie. Bob found a new passion. He loved the feminization Jean had done to him. He even enjoyed the cruel teasing the girls at the party had done to him. And he enjoyed the way his mother looked at him, standing there before her, as she put it, "Looking like June Cleaver gang banged." It was all worth it to get more of the slips and gowns he craved. When Jean suggested to him that Bobbie needed her own room, he jumped on the idea. Jean told him that by remodeling the basement, they could put a bedroom down there for Bobbie. It would be a totally feminine room. There would be lots of lace and satin and pink and foo-foo. The closet would have to be big enough to handle a pretty good size wardrobe of dresses, gowns, slips and lingerie. No pants. Bobbie was not a pants girl. Now it was a reality. As Jean and Bob/Bobbie stood in the doorway, admiring their work, Jeans hand went instinctively to Bob's crotch. He was hard as a rock. The closet was a double bi-fold door type and was half full of gowns and robes, a quarter full of slips on hangers and the last quarter, dresses. "You like Bobbie's new room, sweetie?" "I love it. I can't wait till she gets to try it out," he said. "You want to try it out first?" He ran his arm around her waist and up to her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. He noticed her nipple was hard. She leaned into him and began to stroke him. But lets go back to before the room became a reality. Let's see the journey Bob took. Joan called Jean the day after the party, about mid-morning. "Good Morning, Dear, and how are the girls and your man today?" "Mom, Bob is still asleep. Poor dear really got a going over last night and is still recuperating. I got a very good night's sleep and am up to my armpits in laundry. What's up?" "I am dying to come over and get to see Bob put on his show. " "No dice today, Mom. Let him have his rest. Tell you what. Come over tomorrow about ten and he'll be ready." "It's a date dear. See you and Bob tomorrow." Jean really didn't want to give into her mother, but she could be very insistent, especially when it came to erotic humiliation of men. "Oh, what the hell," she thought. "He is getting into more than I thought and is enjoying it a lot." The next day was rainy and cold. Perfect for this little party. There would be few if any, distractions. Joan showed up a few minutes early and Jean could tell by her attire, she had plans for Bob. She wore her black leather skirt with black silk blouse, neckline just low enough to hint of cleaveage. Jean knew that meant a black slip, bra and panties (if any) beneath. She had to admit, though her mother was in her forties, she cut a striking figure. Jean brought out her mother's slip, neatly folded, and placed it on the coffee table. The two women sat down on the sofa with their coffee and made small talk. Jean had gotten Bob up earlier, letting him sleep as long as possible to recuperate. She could hear the shower running and knew he would join them shortly. She had not told him his day was already planned. Bob entered the living room in a bathrobe, still drying his hair with a towel. He was on his way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. "I have your coffee here, sweetie," Jean said to him. Seeing Joan there surprised him. He took in the view before him as eye candy before greeting her. He had always been physically attracted to her. Today, she was something special. The combination of her raven black hair, blue eyes, china colored skin and that very full black silk blouse ("those breasts have got to be 38C or D") caused a stir within him, even before his eyes got to the long shapely legs in that leather skirt. "Hi Joan, what brings you to our place today?" he asked as he sat down opposite them. "Actually, you do, Bob," she answered, looking him square in the eye with a slight smile. Bob had not remembered the discussion the night they returned from the lingerie party. There were too many other events of that night fresh on his mind. "You see," she started, "I noticed that I was missing one of my good slips a while ago. After thinking about it, I remembered that it was in the wash the day I came over to use your machine when mine was broken." Bob had a feeling of dread rising up. He remembered all too clearly. He had seen the slip in the basket as she went to the laundry room. He debated for a while but finally he had stolen the slip from the basket as it sat in the laundry room. He could sense what was coming next. "So I called Jean to ask if she had seen it. She told me she knew right where it was, and some other interesting things," Joan said with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow. Bob remains silent. He is feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Jean chimes in. "You know where I found that slip, don't you, sweetie?" "Yes," he says sheepishly "I want to hear your explanation," Joan said. The gleam in her eye told her daughter she was enjoying this. Bob had his head down, not knowing what to do next. He picked up the coffee mug Jean had set out for him. He took a big gulp. To his surprise, Jean had laced it with a healthy shot of Irish whiskey. He took another gulp. He knew he would need it. "Bob, tell me why you took my slip." No answer. "Do you like women's clothes? Do you like to wear them?" Bob was clearly embarrassed and Joan was enjoying his predicament. But she saw something else. Something told her that he also was finding this exciting. And he was. "Bob, answer Mom. I want to know too. I want to hear it from you." "Why my slip, Bob, and not my bra, or girdle? I bet you like the feel of the slip, don't you?" "Yes," his head still down, his face flush from embarrassment. "You like the feel, don't you? The feel of the silky nylon against your skin." Bob nodded almost in-perceptively. He still could not bring his head up to look at these women. He took another gulp of coffee. It was starting to help. Joan got up and came around the coffee table and stood next to him. Her hand rubbed his hair. "Do you think you are the first man to like slips? Who do you think designs these beautiful pieces of clothing? Men design them supposedly for women but I think its as much for themselves." She picked up the slip from the coffee table and held it by the straps. It cascaded down as it unfolded until it hung full length just inches from Bob's face. "Isn't it pretty, Bob? You like that part too, don't you? But most of all you like the feel." She drug the slip across his cheek. He didn't pull away and she heard him gasp. "Now that we have that established, I want you to tell me what you did with my slip." There was no way out for him and he knew it. And part of him wanted to look her in the eye and tell her that he had taken that slip and gone into the guest room and got naked with it. Then spent the next half hour playing with its silkiness until he could postpone the orgasm no longer. He came, and came, and came. As he thought through that, a strange sensation came over him and he looked up at her. "I took it to bed and masturbated with it," he said, evenly and looking directly at her. "Now we are getting somewhere," she replied. "Go On." She walked around behind him and drug the slip around his neck. "What else is there? I just told you what you wanted." She walked back around to his front and knelt down. She looked him dead in the eye as her hands grabbed the robe on each side. She waited just long enough to see the recognition of what she was about to do in his eyes. Then she yanked the robe open. In a flash he was totally exposed. He was hardening fast and the robe, until an instant ago had hidden the evidence. Even Jean jumped at the suddenness of the move her mother had just made. But she had to admit; her mother was very good at this. "Well, it seems that just the discussion of a silky slip can get you going." The booze in the coffee had done what Jean had wanted. It had de-inhibited Bob. Now the second special ingredient would come into play. Bob looked up at Joan with pleading eyes. But it was no use. The look he got back told him there would be no mercy now. There was a slight smirk on her face as she looked into his eyes. "Now we know how you like silky slips, we need to find out you satisfy this hunger, once aroused." Bob did not realize he was turning on faster than usual. All he knew was the embarrassment and the wanting of that slip were all mixed up. Joan, still holding the slip by the straps, drug it to his face, the skirt of the slip grazed the rapidly hardening cock and she heard him gasp. She repeated the maneuver, as much for her pleasure as his. Desire finally overcame Bob and he put his hand out to press the slip against his cheek and cuddle it. His erect cock twitched at the feather touch of the skirt of the slip. "What do you want from me, Joan? What do you want me to do?" His other hand found the slip and brought it to his body, at his belly first then working down until he molded the silky slip around his cock. "Nothing you don't already want to do sweetie. Nothing you have not already done with my slip. I want you to enjoy my slip the same way you did the first time. Only this time you are going to have an audience. Your wife and I are going to watch you as you make love to my slip." She turned to Jean. "Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" "The guest room bed is made." "Bob, stand up and come with us. And now that your secret is out, just leave your bathrobe here." Joan had originally wanted to take Bob in his own bed. She knew doing that would be additional humiliation but in deference to her daughter she didn't push it. She started down the hall with the slip over her shoulder as if leading a horse with a carrot. Bob followed dutifully, naked and erect. Jean brought up the rear, a smile of amusement on her lips. Once in the bedroom, Joan quickly pulled down the covers and motioned for Bob to make himself comfortable. He obeyed and laid down on the bed, looking up at her with a mix of fear and desire. His cock stood straight up. She teased him by dragging the slip across his manhood till it twitched and he reached for the silky tool of torment. Then she pulled it away. "Not Yet," she said. Bob was now feeling the full effects of that second ingredient in his coffee. He was on fire with desire. All he could think of was cumming. He wanted to give them the show, NOW! His sacks were even beginning to hurt. "I know you may be a little self-conscious, laying there naked while we are fully dressed, so I guess in order for you to be more relaxed...", she paused as she started unbuttoning the exquisite silk blouse she was wearing; "I will give you some eye candy." She finished unbuttoning the blouse and then reached around behind her to undo her skirt. He heard the zipper and her hands came around to her sides as she pushed the skirt down. In the dim light of the bedroom, he did not immediately see where the skirt ended and the blouse ended since there was only black behind them. As he heard the skirt hit the floor, he saw her open the unbuttoned blouse. The sight of the black lace trimmed slip and her china white skin struck him. He laid there with his mouth open in awe. It was a beautiful site. The slip was obviously a very good one. The ribbon straps were slightly wider than normal. The lace was breathtakingly elegant in the way it trimmed the top of the slip and wrapped around the shinny nylon covering her breasts. The lace on the hem was a good 3 inches with a nice side split also trimmed in lace. The main fabric of the slip had a sheen that only fine quality nylon has. If he had been capable of that kind of thought at this moment he would have known that this slip must have cost over $100. "Well, do you like what you see, Bob? " "You look good enough to eat," he said, breathing heavily. "I may make you prove that later," she taunted. In back of Joan, Bob saw Jean step out of her skirt and take off her blouse. She was wearing a royal blue half-slip and bra. She undid the bra and let it slide to the floor. Finally, Joan again picked up the slip by the straps, laid it on Bob and let it drop. He reached for it and pulled it up and buried his face in the white silkiness. He was beyond caring what they saw. He wanted that slip to take him. "Lay the slip out on your body so you can feel the maximum amount of it. I would love to see you in it but then couldn't see you cum. And I want to see that. I want to see how you cum for my slip. You may begin but slowly. Don't rush." He knew that even going as slow as his passion would let him, it would not put off the inevitable for long. And when he gave them the final act, the climax, it would be in copious amounts. Surely his body would pump out gallons for this. He hadn't yet guessed how that would be played out, but Jean had plans she hadn't even told her mother. His hands roamed the slip. They went down his thighs, up his torso and played with his nipples through the nylon cups. Then his hands began their journey to the bulge in the lap of the slip. He closed his eyes and savored the pleasure as his hand wrapped the nylon around the cylinder it encased. Almost as soon as he did that a small wet spot appeared. The girls, seeing this joined him on the bed; one sitting on either side of him. Jean positioned herself at the head of the bed so her hips were pressing her slip against the side of his face. She looked at him and smiled. Joan took his free hand and guided it to the black beauty she was wearing and guided it up her inner thigh. He squeezed her thigh but never lost concentration on his assigned task. He wrapped nylon around his sacks and continued to stroke as slowly as he could. He was enjoying every fiber of this slip and all three knew it. She pulled the slip in his lap aside to inspect his member. There was a small drop of pre-cum just emerging and she reached for it with one hand. The other went to the base of his cock and milked the full length. The small drop increased to almost a teaspoonful and she collected it on three fingers. Then she brought it part way to her lips. She brought out her tongue, making sure he was watching, and licked some of it up. As if changing her mind, she stopped and said "No, you take this." Then she brought the three fingers to his lips. She smiled while he hungrily licked her fingers clean. "Good Boy," she mocked, then leaned over and kissed him. As she did, her hand went down and joined his. She interlaced fingers with him and took over the rhythm to match the rhythm of her tongue working in and out of his mouth. She felt him start to tense and knew she had to break it or miss the orgasm she wanted to see. She pulled back and let go. Jean had seen this and intervened. "Let him cool off for a minute, Mom. The ending will be worth the wait, I promise." Then Jean repositioned herself across the head of the bed with Bob's head in her lap. He could feel her blue silky slip against his neck. She let him nuzzle her slip-covered lap for a few moments then kissed his forehead and guided his hand back to his cock. This time, her hand went under the slip and expertly milked him with one hand. She brought out three fingers covered with pre-cum and brought it to his lips. He purred as she fed it to him. His hand started to move the slip up and down again and quickly he regained what little passion had been lost in the brief interlude. Joan was sitting facing him and stroked his inner thigh with the slip. She smiled as she saw him lost in the pleasure of her slip. This was more than she had hoped for. Jean knew the signs of his impending orgasm as he got closer. At the first indication she started moving him to a more upright position. She told him it was so Joan could better see his orgasm. As she got him in a sitting position without him loosing any passion, she knew her special victory was at hand. He was breathing very hard and in short gasps. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Show mom what you did the other night at the party, honey. Let her see what you did." "No, Jean. Don't make me do that. Please." "Sweetie, please do it. She would love to see that and you know you really enjoyed giving that show. " As she was talking to him, her hand had come up to the nape of his neck. He felt her start to press down. "Come on, sweetie. Show her. Let her see you cum like you did that night." He could feel her hand pushing his head down. He could not resist. Then his face was just inches from the bulging nylon. Jean reached down and uncovered the head of his cock and squeezed his hand. "Do it, baby. Let us see you shoot your cum all over your own face." Joan had not quite realized what was going on until she saw the first rope of sperm fire from his cock and hit him across his nose. Then the second hit him in the right eye and up over the eyebrow. The third hit his mouth and covered it. The fourth hit the left side of his face. The last of the cum just came out and oozed down the helmet of his cock and collected in the nylon in his hand at the base. Joan was speechless. The look of wonder on her face spoke volumes. Finally she spoke. "I have never seen that before." "Mom, this pervert just showed you what that slut Wifey is doing on his computer screen while he is using your slip." Jean had hold of Bob's head and was cleaning his face by squeegeeing his cum into his mouth. He was too exhausted to fight it. He swallowed it all. "After that, daughter, I am so hot, I must make him prove what he said earlier. Finish cleaning him up." Jean picked up the slip from his lap and before she wiped his face, she made him lick the collected cum that had oozed out from it. After she had wiped his face, she got up off the bed. "He's all yours, mom. Have a ball." Joan looked at him as she stood up and took off her underpants and unhooked her bra, studying him. As she climbed up on the bed and straddled him, she lifted the slip and straddled his face. He eagerly kissed and tongued the womanhood being fed to him. "Actually, I was thinking I would rather have a tongue than a ball." * * * The Adventure Continues This is a fantasy as it has not actually happened. It is written from my wife's perspective. It is entered under the "Loving Wives" section as an example of what a "Loving Wife" will do for her husband's erotic fantasies as well as her own. My wife loves me deeply and I do her. It was her idea and verbalization that sparked the writing of this little story. Who knows, maybe it will come true. * After all these years, we began fantasizing about me resuming my naughty ways, You have got me so excited my cunt is dripping as we plan and dream. I want to do this. My cunt has not had a strange cock in it for so long, you and I need this. In my fantasy, I visualize that this is one way it would happen. I want to dress up in nice provocative short dress that show off my tits, and legs. I would be wearing black nylons, a black garter belt and a pair of black silk panties, and no bra. What I want to do is to go out with you to a place where I can dance. I want to have you watch me as I am flirting. I would want you to go in first and check out the bar then come back out and let me know if it is OK, by that I mean it looks safe and there are some good looking guys inside. I want you to sit off to the side while I pick up a nice looking man. As I am sitting at the bar, I would talk and tease, get close and, I would let my dress ride up my leg, just enough so that he could see the top of my nylons. I would want to dance with him. Hopefully we would dance some slow dances so I could feel his body up against mine, I want to feel his cock get hard so I could rub my pussy up against it. I hope he would get daring and want to touch my breasts and my ass, maybe even put his hand in front of us and feel my pussy. Can you see us, I am dancing close to him. I begin to kiss him, I can feel his cock grow as we kiss, so I get closer to him rubbing my pussy up against his hard cock, as he puts his hands on my ass and pull me against him, I don't resist. Can you see as he slowly raises one of his hands and caresses my breast. He slowly rubs my tit through the fabric of the dress, my nipples get hard immediately and he takes one between his fingers and gently squeezes it, rolling it around between his fingers as I continue to rub up against his hard cock. You see me whisper something in his ear as I pull him from the dance floor to our table. "Tom, I am really starting to get wet." I begin to kiss him more passionately as he put his hand back on my tit, with his other hand he begins sliding his hand down the front of my dress, he slowly takes the hem of my dress and pulls it up to where he can rub my panties. I reach over and begin rubbing on the bulge in his pants. He then starts to touch my pussy on the outside of my panties, feeling my pussy from the top down like you like to do. First his hand rubs on the hair at to top of my pussy, as he goes lower I spread my legs so he can continue to move his hand lower, I arch my back as his hand reaches my bald pussy lips, he moans as he feels what you love so much. Can you imagine how I must be feeling, as this strange man begins to pull my panties to the side so he can touch the bare part of my pussy. He takes one of his fingers and begins feel between my pussy lips, he touches my clit and I jump, feeling the electricity from his touch, he continues lower, Tom, my pussy is practically dripping now as he slides a finger in my hole, I am so wet. He begins to finger fuck me, I feel so naughty, this stranger has his finger in my wet hole, I can't stand it any longer, you know what that does to me. I have to have his cock in me. I whisper in his ear.. "Lets go outside to my truck" He looks at me, as if to say "Are you sure?" I just nod my head. We stand and I take his hand and as we are leaving I glance over at you and I see your smile. I can't help but think as I lead him outside to the truck, " Thank you Tom!" We climb into the back seat and begin to kiss and touch each other. I begin to unzip his pants, I can't wait to get my prize, I pull his pants and underwear down and I see his cock for the first time. Tom, it was so hard and sticking straight up, I raised my hips and pulled my panties off and gently laid them on the floor. I reached over and pulled him to me as I lay back on the seat. I couldn't wait to get his cock in my pussy. I took it in my hand and began to rub the head of his cock between my pussy lips. Up and down several times. I could not help but think about you, I sure you are all excited, cause you know I am going to fuck this man, as I put the head of his cock up to my soaking wet hole, I think about how happy you will be, as he begins to slide his cock into me. Tom, his cock feels so good as it finally goes all the way in and I feel his balls against my ass. He begins slowly moving in and out of my married pussy, I feel so naughty. "Tom are you excited knowing right now another man is fucking your wife? Sliding his cock in and out of my pussy, this is what you and I want." I love fucking other men, I love the feeling of their cocks in my hole. I am so happy you want me to do this. As we fuck, he is kissing me and touching my breast, he begins to fuck me faster and I feel his balls slapping my ass, Tom, I love that feeling of his balls, I reach down and take them in to my hand, they feel so full, I cant help but think, "I hope he has lots of sperm in them," you know how much I love having my pussy full of another man's sperm, I cant wait for him to erupt inside of me. He them pulls my top down and begins to suck on my hard nipple, Oh God Tom, you know what that does to me, I begin to shake, and start having my never ending small orgasms, my pussy is so alive and sensitive. I am moaning this guy is so good. "Tom, I love the way he fucks." I wish I could have his cock in my pussy forever. He then takes his hand and begins to pinch my other nipple and I can't help it, I begin to really push against him rubbing my clit on his cock, In about 30 seconds I am coming hard on this mans cock, just like I do with you. I moan and put my hand to my mouth so I don't scream too loud. "God Tom he fucks so good." I wish it would never end. A few minutes later I begin to feel him move differently and feel him beginning to expand, I know the best part is near. He looks at me and I tell him. "I want you to come in my pussy, fill me up with your sperm." He then begins to move faster, his cock is so hard and big. He starts to moan and breath faster. I feel his cock begin to pulse, I know he is coming in my pussy, he slows but continue to fuck me, I can feel him filling my pussy with his hot sperm. "Tom it feels so good." He slows and them stops, I feel his cock as he continues to squirt, I cant help but think. "This guy is really filling me up, Tom, I know you will be so happy, my pussy will be so full and wet from his sperm." I got what I hoped for, he is emptying his big balls in my hole. We rest, and kiss and hold each other as he slowly begins to get soft in me. We didn't talk much. I remember thinking "I have to fuck him again!" I asked him if he would like to see my again and he said "Yes," so I gave him our number, and I wrote down his. He got dressed and left, I remember thinking as he walked away, "Too bad he can't stay, I would have liked to have seconds." But I knew that soon I would be getting seconds from you. Besides I knew I would have his cock in my pussy again soon. As we had planned you would have been outside watching from a discrete distance to make sure I was safe. Your queue was to wait until he left and you would come and find me in the back seat of the truck. I was so excited, waiting for you to come find me. I'll bet I looked a bit of a mess, I know my mascara was smeared, I was sweaty, my hair was a mess, my breast had little bite marks on them, my lips were puffy from kissing. The truck smelled like sex, sperm and my perfume, I remember you saying that combination of those smells drives you wild, well it is so strong, I may have to call "911!" But the best part is my pussy feels so well fucked, I turned on the overhead light and took a look with my mirror, Tom, you won't believe how good it looks, my hole is still open from his cock, my whole crotch is wet, and I can't wait for you to see my pussy lips, they are absolutely huge, you can see his sperm in my gaping hole, I can't wait to show you. I see you approaching the truck, I won't put my panties back on for you to feel how wet and naughty I was, that will be for next time when I come home from my date. I can't wait to feel you cock in my well fucked hole. I am so excited, I did it. I hope this is what you really want. I know I used to do it before and have fucked other men hundreds of times, it's been a while, but I hope you really want me to continue, I really want to fuck other men just like I did tonight, I love the feeling of another cock in my pussy. I want you to be so proud of your little slut. I hope you are. The Adventure Continues... They say that opportunity only knocks once, whoever “They” are. My chance for a lesbian love affair had come and gone and I had let is pass, albeit regretfully. But now at 35 I wanted to experience it at least once. I had never been afraid to pursue my dreams and once I set a goal, I achieved it. Thus my second adventure began. After that night in the bookstore with a stranger, my confidence in my attractiveness had increased significantly. But I think men are generally a little easier to pull into a sexual relationship then women. So, finding a woman to have a sexual liaison with was not going to be simple. Where should I look? What kind of woman did I want? Did I need someone with experience or would I rely on instinct and pure animal lust? How to go about it... I began online...looking in local chat rooms. But the women were all attached and looking for a threesome or strong lesbians looking to convert me. I wanted my first time, possibly my only time, to be with a feminine woman and all alone. A threesome was perfect for another time, but to begin, just us women. My search was difficult and after a few months I began to think it would never happen. That’s when I proved “Them” all wrong. Opportunity does knock twice, and I didn’t miss it the second time around. I decided to stop looking for a little while...I had been avidly and ardently trying to find a female lover. I remembered some old expression that if you stopped looking, love would find you...so I gave it a break. I reentered my world of domesticity and regular life. My gym workouts continued, my work life was stable, and routine was...well..routine. I needed something new in my life, if it wasn’t going to be a woman, it was going to be education. I signed up for a class at the local YWCA in Yoga. Might as well work on my body...and my mind. The class was wonderful. Yasmine, the instructor was excellent. She taught a great deal about inner spirit and awareness. Learning about the Chakras and how to bring energy into my body was helping. I had found some inner peace in myself and had made the decision to be content with my sexuality as it was; heterosexual and staying that way. One Tuesday night, half way through the class term, I arrived to find that Yasmine was away and a substitute teacher had been arranged. “Oh well,” I thought, “I cannot imagine Yasmine choosing anyone incapable.” I changed clothes, put my hair up and entered the studio...warming up and greeting fellow students. I was bent over, stretching my hamstrings when the door opened and a woman entered and moved to the head of the class. I could only see her bare feet and red toenails in my bent position. I finished my stretch and glanced over and almost fell over in delight. The woman standing at the front of the class was the most exquisite creature I had ever seen. She stood about 5’5” or so and had the most incredible posture. Her spine was straight and elongated and her neck like a ballerina’s, long and elegant. Her hair was warm and vibrant, what I could see of it, as it was gathered in an old fashioned snood at the nape of her neck. It glimmered chestnut brown with warm auburn highlights. Her eyes were brown, no not brown. They were more golden. Topaz, yes, that was the word, topaz. Warm and golden; a lioness. As she warmed up and stretched her body, I felt a poke in my back. I turned to find a fellow student grinning at me. “Haven’t you ever had Mikaela for a class,?” he enquired. I stammered a reply in the negative. “Then you are in for a real treat and the best work out in a long time,’ he laughed. Class began and we moved quickly through the standard warm ups, progressing to the more complicated moves that made yoga a much more difficult work out then it appears. I couldn’t take my eyes of Mikaela as she bent and stretched her body to perfection. Her breasts were high and round on her chest, average in size, and beautifully outlined in her tight leotard. As the work out progressed, her nipples became hard against the material and very visible. Sweat gleamed across her shoulders and her upper lip and I found myself inexorably drawn to her, wanting to lick the sweat from every succulent inch of her and revel in her calm. As we reached the last few stretches I strained to catch a glimpse of her rear as she bent in a new exercise. Unexpectedly I felt my calf muscles seize and begin to spasm. Grimacing in pain, I left the room and moved into the changing area. I rubbed the muscle to no avail, the charlie horse was firmly locked in place. The tears were gathering in the corners of my eyes when Mikaela walked in. She scanned the room and came over to me. I trembled as she approached, partially in pain and partially in anticipation. “Are you okay?” she queried, a look of consternation upon her face. I tried to reply reassuringly but my face betrayed my pain. “Come with me,” she said, and helping me up led me back to the steam room. “Lie down,” she stated matter of factly, indicating the massage table at the back. She began to knead my calf with firm hands and I bowed my head in agony. Gently, yet with amazing strength, she stroked and prodded until the pain began to cease. I was exhausted, but relieved, and began to relax as the touch of her hands gentled and turned to a caress. Instinctively I felt the change in her touch, somehow knowing that it was more of an admiration and appreciation now, rather then therapy. I smiled inwardly, and somewhere in the recesses of my mind I am positive I heard a “knocking” sound. “The YWCA will be closing in 15 minutes.” The announcement over the P.A. system startled us both, and instinctively I began to get up. Mikaela smiled at me, enquiring “Better?” to which I nodded vigorously. “Keep off of it and alternate with heat and cold and you’ll feel a hundred percent better in the morning,” she advised seriously. I thanked her and she left to begin packing her things. I showered quickly and entered the foyer of the Y, looking for her carefully. I saw her leave by a side door and observed her approaching a sporty little car outside. I timed myself carefully and as she began to back up, I hobbled outside, deliberately playing up my sore leg. She pulled up beside me and asked, “Do you have a ride home?” “I drive a stick shift,” I replied. “I am not sure if I can drive it tonight,” I indicated my leg with a rueful smile. I was getting good at this I mentally observed, very good. “Let me give you a ride. Where can I take you?” she asked. “ I’ll take a ride only if I can feed you a late supper,” I smiled. She agreed and away we went. After giving her directions, I leaned back and closed my eyes, observing her through shuttered lids. To her I must have looked tired...in fact I was so excited that my pulse was racing and adrenaline pumping. We arrived quickly at my condo, and moved inside. After inviting her to get comfortable, I moved into the kitchen and began the process of throwing together something to eat. Our conversation was light and witty, and frankly I can’t remember any of it. The food was light, the wine full bodied, but my memories were being made with visuals and scents. Her perfume, her body aroma, her shampoo...filled my nostrils. We relaxed and shared life stories and I watched her become more and more animated as the wine relaxed her natural barriers. Time seemed to fly by, but it must have been only an hour when Mikaela rose to leave. We laughed as she wobbled to the bathroom, and I began to encourage her to stay. She had been drinking, I gently reminded her, and shouldn’t be driving. With very little encouragement she agreed and soon we were in my room and I was seeking out a nightgown for her to borrow. In my head I thought, it’s now or never! I showed her a couple of tame T-shirt nighties, but she peeked in my dresser and almost squealed in delight when she saw a white satin nightie that was almost an exact replica of Marilyn Monroe’s dress in the famous scene in the Seven Year Itch. The one where the subway blows the dress up showing Marilyn’s legs? I smirked to myself, as she entered the bathroom to change, this was going to be a treat. I quickly shed my clothes and put on a man’s shirt to sleep in...something easy to remove. I heard the toilet flush and looked towards the door as it opened. The serious Mikaela was replaced by a brunette Marilyn, and she giggled in delight, vampishly posing in the silhouette of the door. “I’m ready!” she cooed and then laughingly began singing “Happy Birthday” in a pseudo Monroe style. We both laughed and without thinking, the words blurted out of my mouth “You are so beautiful!” The room became silent and my stomach clenched as she looked downward. Involuntarily, I reached out my hand as if to take hers. I was so unsure of myself but I knew that if I didn’t try I would forever hear that knock I missed. “Please, say something Mikaela?” I asked. She looked up at me and a quivery smile appeared. “I am not beautiful”, she murmured, “But when you look at me like that I FEEL beautiful.” Not knowing what to do, I reached for her hand and pulled her towards me. I sat up and shifted towards the edge of the bed. She stood in front of me, as still as a soldier. I reached out and gently touched her arms and said quietly “Give me tonight and I will show you how beautiful you are.” My hands stroked her arms, and I waited. Her arms moved and pushed my hands aside and I knew I had gone too far...when she reached for the halter and undid it, allowing her breasts to swing free. She moved her hands and entwined them in my hair and I swiftly sucked in my breath as she pulled my face to her breasts. I moaned in delight as her softness caressed my cheeks, and I kissed the side of the nearest breast. Her heart was pounding and I knew then she was both as frightened and as excited as I was. My hands moved to her breasts and I began to gently fondle and caress them. They were as stunning as I had imagined, high on her chest and firm to the touch. When I stroked them gently with my knuckles I felt them quiver and watched as the nipples tightened and puckered for me. Her aureoles were a warm peach color, and they too were taut and ready to be caressed. My breath was heavy and as I stared and simply exhaled, the skin pulled even tighter across them until I couldn’t wait any longer. I leaned forward and opened my mouth and sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as possible. I nursed with my tongue and gently chewed on the nipple causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her hands pulled my face tight against her nipple as I stroked and suckled like a baby searching for milk. “Oh God,” I thought, “This is every bit as heavenly as I imagined.” She pulled me off of her breast and I quickly moved to the other one, as she buckled gently at the knees. “Suck it, please suck my tits,” she begged. I needed no urging as I began to torment the second breast, teasing and pulling with my mouth. Knowing what I liked myself, I began pulling on the second nipple, not letting it relax or diminish in hardness. I pulled and tweaked and sucked and licked until faint suction marks appeared on her breasts. I pulled myself away and stood up beside her. I wanted to kiss her so much. I gently took her face in my hands and kissed her lips, pressing mine against hers and feeling the soft difference between a man and a woman’s lips. I nudged her mouth open and her tongue darted into mine, entwining around and stroking my tongue like a cock. I was shaking I was so turned on and I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties. We kissed and nuzzled each other as I moved her towards the bed. As her knees hit the side of the bed she fell backwards, still managing to look graceful and elegant as she sprawled across the mattress. I unbuttoned my shirt, throwing it off quickly. She watched me threw half-shut eyes, caressing me with her thoughts. I could feel the energy coming from her body. The room was fraught with sexual tension, and the smell of our combined excitement was as heady as the scent of a newly opened orchid. But our perfume was more basic, the raw essence of womanhood. Completed nude now, I climbed onto the bed straddling her thighs and leaned forward, offering her my dangling breasts, hoping she would find the gift enticing. I watched her watching me; eyes glazed as her hands wrapped around my 42D’s. She tentatively licked one nipple and then the other. I could feel my big pink nipples tightening. I waited impatiently as her tongue tickled each nipple in turn when suddenly she pushed both my breasts together and sucked them in my mouth simultaneously. I felt like a sexual puppet, with the puppet master pulling my strings from my nipples through my stomach, directly to my uterus and my clitoris. I felt her touch everywhere at once and it was indescribable. She became more aggressive, nursing and tugging and then suddenly she stopped...I saw tears in her eyes and she sobbed “I think I just came from sucking you!” I smiled and sat up, looking at the apex of her thighs. Her chestnut curls were wet and I slid one delicate fingertip between them and felt her wetness. She was as wet as if 5 men had cum inside her and it had pooled in her hair, and I loved it. I scooted down, at the same time encouraging her to slide up until my face was directly above the center of her pleasure. I lightly touched her with both hands, and told her “I just need to look at you before I taste. Your body was created to be adored.” I saw the look of hesitancy on her face as I spread her outer folds and gazed upon another woman’s pussy for the first time. The folds were pink and swollen, the outer lips puffy and engorged with blood. As I held them tenderly open, the inner lips lay before me, curled like rose petals around the core of sweetness. Her clitoris was hooded still, but as I watched and adored her with my eyes, it swelled before me and began to slide out, a fraction at a time. “I can’t wait Miakaela, I must taste you,” I mumbled as my mouth descended and tasted her nectar. I probed the inner lips with my tongue, stroking them apart, and felt her shiver and buck against me. My thumbs pressed back the outer lips and stroked them as I suckled the inner lips in my mouth, carefully avoiding her clit. The small labia began to swell and I could taste her sweetness as it began to flow. I curled my tongue and slid it inside her pussy, my nose inhaling her scent As my tongue probed inside I felt her muscles tense around it and her clit become more and more visible. I moved my right hand above her clit and began to carefully massage above the clit, again avoiding direct contact. I glanced up and saw that Miakaela’s hands were on her breasts, rubbing and squeezing her nipples as she groaned in delight. I continued plunging my tongue in her pussy, and rubbing above her clit. She was bucking more firmly now and I decided to take her over the edge. I pulled my tongue out and sucked her entire clit and inner lips into my mouth, my tongue dancing feather-like over the clit as I applied consistent pressure on the tip. She arched against my mouth and began to make small keening sounds in the back of her throat as her orgasm began. I was latched on like a baby, sucking, stroking, squeezing her clit and lips as she began to cum against my mouth. Her legs instinctively drew up at the knees, pushing her mound of Venus against my face. Her heels rested against my shoulders as she tried to push me off, unable to stand any more pleasure but I wouldn’t; no I COULDN’T let go. This might be my only chance to love another woman and she wasn’t getting away with just one. I stopped sucking, resting my mouth against her as she calmed down, her breathing gradually slowing. After about three or four minutes I began to stroke her again with my tongue, and she moaned softly. I pulled my mouth away and moved up the bed until my breasts were level with her pussy. “Watch me,” I demanded, and she obliged by moving some pillows behind her head. I lifted my breast to my own mouth and sucked the tip to bullet hardness. When it was hard and wet, I placed the nipple against her clit and began to move it back and forth. I did this for about a minute and then repeated it with the other nipple. The sensation was exquisite and I kept sucking my nipples in order to taste her juice. Suddenly, she moved out from under me and kissed me hard. She pushed my back on the bed and smiled the smile of a satisfied woman. “My turn!” she stated simply and began to suckle my breasts again. I closed my eyes, wanting to focus on all of my other sensations; smell, taste, hearing and touch. Her hands were everywhere, caressing and pinching; poking and prodding. Her pungent aroma was still on my lips and I delighted in the scent. I could hear her making small noises in the back of her throat as she tasted my flesh, moving down my body slowly. And the physical sensation, it was unbelievable. Her skin was like satin against mine. Her breasts stroked my flesh as she moved and her lips and hair were soft against my skin. I felt dizzy as so many sensations combined to drug me; a natural hormone and pheromone rush. As she moved downward I felt my uterus contract. Her tongue stabbed my belly button, and when she reached my mound she paused. A neat heart shaped patch of auburn curls topped my pussy; and behind it was two sets of lips as bare as the day I was born. She cooed in delight and slid her hands under my hips, bringing me towards her face. She buried her face in the rosy lips and began to lick, everywhere and anywhere she could. I was panting, almost hyperventilating as my dreams came true. Her touch WAS different then a man’s. She was slower and yet more enthusiastic. Less experienced then most men; yet instinctively better. And she wanted ME! I focused my attention inward and concentrated on those feelings: Her scent mixed with mine; the smell of womanly sweat; the sounds she was making, like the sounds an animal makes when it feeds; it was I she couldn’t get enough of me to satisfy her; ever! Her mouth concentrated on my vaginal area with an incredible intensity. Her tongue battered my clit and then swooped in like a spoon to scoop out any liquid inside. She took me to the pinnacle of pleasure so many times but not yet over the edge. It could have been mere minutes or it could have been hours I laid there, open to her touch. She shifted her weight suddenly, and her hand moved from under my ass to my openings. She carefully inserted one, then two fingers inside me, delighting in the ease at which I accommodated them. When they were good and wet she slipped one down to my ass and gently inserted it inside. One finger in my ass, one in my pussy and her mouth descending towards my clit...I was in heaven. As her mouth sucked in my clit she pressed the two fingers together gently and began massaging the walls of both my rectum and my pussy against each other while her tongue dance around my clit. I could feel my orgasm reaching a peak...and then suddenly it was there...fuck it was there. She clamped her lips around my clit and just held her tongue against it hard as I spasmed around her fingers...1,2,3, 10 spasms and still they came. My ass and pussy clamped down on her hand and I seeped juice all over her hand...and I cried out. Tears ran down my face as I experienced the most complete orgasm of my life. Tears of joy, tears of ecstasy, and tears of release. I was complete. The night didn’t end there...but some things must be left between us two alone. Suffice it to say, this was not my last time with Mikaela, or even a woman at that. But that’s another adventure...