0 comments/ 195000 views/ 10 favorites Her Secrets By: Ursus arctos After her recent divorce, my wife's older sister, Riley, and her 19 year old son, Brian, came and stayed with us for several months. Her ex-husband was the quintessential asshole. None of us had liked him, and god knows we all tried. He was a redneck, white supremacist, owned too many guns, and basically believed the federal government was one giant conspiracy theory. Fortunately, to our knowledge, he had never physically abused Riley or Brian. Although, the mental abuse may have cut deeper. Anyway, they were with us now in Southern California, bunking in the remodeled two bedroom carriage house directly behind the main house on our property. Riley was looking for permanent work while substitute teaching on call. Brian had enrolled in the local junior college. One of my wife's best friends and college roommates was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and Regan felt compelled to go and spend some quality time with her. Her friend lived in Portland, Oregon. We talked about it, and I agreed that it was important for Regan to be there for her at this point in time. We don't have children, so it would not be a huge imposition on her or me. As we are quite well off financially, Regan didn't have to work, so there were no job considerations. Finally, with Riley around, my wife could count on the house being kept up, as I am known to be a bit of a slob. I dropped Regan at LAX on Saturday morning, wished her safe travel, and to call me that night when she was settled. She kissed me and headed into the terminal. I wondered how long it would be before I saw my wife again, as we had left this kind of open-ended. *** The next week went by uneventfully, other than I missed having my wife around, particularly at night in our bed (the old horndog that I am). Riley pitched in and made sure that Brian and I had a good hot meal at night, as I am more of a pizza and beer kind of chef. On Friday night Brian left to attend the college football game with some of his new friends, and then they were going to one of the boy's house for an after-game party. After both his mother and I warned him to not get involved with any drinking and driving he took off with Riley's little Honda. Riley and I cleaned up the evening dishes and the kitchen. I looked over at her while she wiped up the countertop. Riley is tall, unlike her younger sister, and has medium length dark hair. She is pretty, not drop-dead beautiful, but striking. One of her strongest suits is her infectious smile. Riley smiles and laughs with the best of them. Maybe that is the result of having to develop self-coping mechanisms during her crappy marriage. Anyhow, she really is a good-natured and good-looking woman, with long legs, shapely ass, and big boobs. I genuinely liked Riley, and liked having her around the house. I asked, "Riley, let's have ourselves a party too. With Brian gone, let's dive into the wine cellar and get potted on some of my grape juice." She laughed and replied, "Alright, that sounds like fun. Hell, I haven't let my hair down in a long, long time." "Riley, you have short hair, it's always down." I joked. "Always the smart-ass! Honestly, I still don't know what Regan sees in you, Jon." She smirked. We trooped down into the basement and selected three good bottles of wine. Back upstairs, I cracked the first, poured her a glass, and suggested that head to the den for some music. She raised her glass and toasted me, "Jon, you really are so incredibly decent for taking us in and making us part of the family. Thank you so very, very much." "Oh for heaven's sakes, Riley, we couldn't turn you guys down. You are family, you knucklehead. Plus, you know how much 'Aunt' Regan dotes on her nephew." "Yeah, well thanks anyway. Thank god you guys were here; I honestly don't know what we would have done." She kind of left it hanging. We spent the better part of two hours making 'dead soldiers' out of the first two bottles of vino. Both of us were relaxed and laughing as we recounted old stories and other inane trivia. I went into the kitchen to open the third bottle, and made up my mind to change the course of the conversation. After pouring Riley another glass, I sat down and asked, "Riley, you've been divorced for nearly six months, are you going to hit the dating circuit again?" She giggled, "Jon, please, please don't fix me up on a blind date with one of your buddies. Those are always absolute disasters." "No, No," I assured her, "I was just wondering if you were getting lonely for companionship?" "You mean sex?" she snickered, "After being married to that A-hole for 19 years, I am kind of relishing not having some big leering brute hanging about." I laughed, "Well, it is hard to argue with that. But what about a male role-model for Brian?" "Oh, I don't know, Brian and I understand each other right now." She replied. "Yes you do, Riley. Riley, I know. I saw you and Brian making love the other day." I said quietly There, it was out. Riley was stunned. Her eyes widened as she searched my face for the truth. She slowly set her wineglass down on the coffee table, "Oh god, Jon, what are you going to do?" She asked, horrified. I took her hand, "Riley, Riley, I am not going to do anything. I am just making sure that you and Brian are okay. Trust me on this." She was crying now, as she looked at me sitting next to her. "My god, does Regan know? Please tell me that you didn't tell Regan?" she cried. "No, Riley, I haven't told a soul, and don't plan to – I promise!" I said firmly. She squeezed my hand and breathed, "Oh, Jon, thank you. God, I would be destroyed if I lost Brian over this." "Riley, you know that if someone else catches you, or this gets out of hand, you could be separated from Brian, and be in real trouble? Last time I checked, incest was still against the law." I warned her. "Yeah, Jon, I know. Don't you think I have thought about this from every angle and perspective, but what it has come down to is that Brian and I are okay with it. I mean we are really okay with our relationship as it is for the time being. We both know that it won't always be like this." I sighed, "Riley, you've got to tell me about this; how it started, how long, and where it headed. I am concerned and need to know that this isn't bad for either of you. You need to make me comfortable with this, if that is even possible." She was quiet for several moments, and stared down at her wineglass on the table. "I think that the sexual relationship that Brian and I share now has been a long, long time in the making." She said as she picked up her glass and took a sip. "He is my only child, and I think that he and I have always seen life from the same perspective." She observed. "As my relationship with Curt went bad, I realized that it didn't matter as I still had Brian, and he was the only family that mattered. Well, other than you and Regan." She explained. "Consequently, Brian found a kindred spirit in his mother – Me. We knew that if stuck together that Curt, his father, couldn't get to us. So we did. We stuck together, and that asshole is gone from our lives now." "As you well know, Curt never could hold down a steady job, and we never had two nickels to rub together. Enough money for guns and booze, but not enough for household necessities, like furniture, a decent car, and so forth." I pitched in, "Jesus, Riley, while the hell didn't you tell us? Regan and I would have helped, you know that!" "Jon, how could I do that? Curt would have gone crazy if we'd taken charity from his 'pinko-commie' brother." "Jesus, there had to be something we could have done…" I didn't finish. She said forcefully, "No, Jon, what needed to happen, happened. I divorced the son-of-a-bitch! I should have done it years ago, but couldn't seem to find the courage. "One night last year, when Curt was out at night plotting the overthrow of the government with his wacko friends, Brian and I would sit on the couch, watching TV, and snuggling together." "As Brian was 18, I guess it was inevitable that he would periodically get 'turned on' sitting next to his mother on the couch, as I usually was in my nightgown." I was starting to 'sport some wood' too, listening to my sister tell me about her son getting hardons in front of her. It was way up there on the 'kink-meter.' I took a hit on my wine and continued to listen. She went on, "I mean I always had a nightgown on, or pajamas, and he always had his boxers and a t-shirt on. It's not like we were naked together. It certainly didn't start out sexually; it really was just a mother and her son spending time together at night." "But," she continued, "after he had turned 18 it did start to change." She admitted. "One night Curt came home very drunk. Brian was in the den watching TV with me. Curt came in and basically stated that he wanted to get laid, and right then. I was horrified that he would act this way in front of our son. Curt didn't care, and just hauled me to my feet and pulled me off to the bedroom." She looked down at the floor as she recounted this experience. "I looked at Riley, she was dark with emotion. I was afraid that she'd snap the stem of the wineglass in her hand with her anger. I reached over and gently squeezed her shoulder and rubbed her back for a moment. She breathed deeply several times and began to speak. "While Curt fucked me in the bedroom, I looked over at the doorway and saw Brian in the shadows in the hallway watching. I couldn't believe that my son was watching us have sex. I've got to tell you though, that it kind of turned me on too." She said quietly. "The next morning with Curt gone, Brian and I talked about the whole incident. I told him that I had seen him watching us. He was embarrassed, and apologized." She continued, "I asked him if it had turned him on seeing me having sex with his father? He told me that watching the sex had, but not the way his dad had treated me." "Brian asked me if that was how his dad had always made love to me. I told him that what his dad had done was just sex, fucking, and had nothing to do with making love, and yes, that was how his dad was." "Brian told me that I deserved to be made love to. That I was an angel and deserved better, and deserved happiness too. I couldn't control myself; I went to pieces and began sobbing uncontrollably in front of him." I reached over and stroked her back and shoulders again as she collected her thoughts. "Well, for several months Curt continued being a first-class jerk. Brian and I continued to spend quality time together on the weekends and evenings" She stopped for a moment, "Then last year, when Brian was 18, it happened." "What, Riley?" I asked. "Jon, I made love to my son, I made love to Brian." She replied sotto voce. "We were on the couch, it was late at night, and Curt was gone to some 'redneck convention' in Idaho or Montana, or someplace." "We had been watching 'The Last Great Picture Show' by Bogdanovich, and while it's not particularly racy, there is a lot of real-life innuendo and sexual experiences between a number of the characters. As we were lying together on the couch under a big puffy comforter, I felt him move up against my ass with an enormous hardon." "Jon, I've gotta tell you, if inherited anything from Curt, he sure did inherit his dick, because that kid is well endowed!" she shyly chuckled at the thought. I asked, "How big is he?" [You know, it's a guy thing. We always have to know how big the other guy's tool is.] She answered, "Well, I do happen to know that, right, wrong, or indifferent, Brian's penis is 8 inches when erect and quite thick. I didn't have him circumcised either when he was born." "Whew, he's bigger than me." I laughed. "Jon, he's bigger than his dad. Actually, lots bigger." She smiled. She went on, "Well, he began to kind of gently hump against my butt with his dick. I rolled onto my back and looked at him and asked him what he was doing. Brian blushed and told me that it just felt really good to be up nice and close to me." "I told him he was full of crap and that he was just horny from seeing Cybil Shepherd's tits and ass." "Brian said that it wasn't Cybil that turned him on, but 'Ruth,' Cloris Leachman's character that was having an affair with the much younger Timothy Bottoms." I actually remembered the movie and the scenes Riley was describing. And I could understand how it would have affected Brian at that moment. "I felt Brian moving around behind me, and the next thing I know he's rucked my nightgown up past my hips and I feel his naked crotch against my ass. I roll over and confront him, ask him what the hell is going on. He tells me that he just has to be next to me, to feel my skin against his, that he loves me, that he's always loved me, that he's always desired me since he can remember." She stops as she recalls this moment; I can tell it has affected her greatly. "Jon," she says, "at this point I just melted. All of the discipline, the taboos, everything, simply vanished and I simply reached down and grasped my son's cock." I leaned back on the couch and took a big slug of wine. Wow! My sister was telling me about touching her son's erect penis. "I gotta say the first time I felt his dick, I about died. I couldn't believe how big he was. It's simply enormous, thick, long, and exquisitely hard!" Her eyes kind of glazed over as she described him. "I peeled the comforter back and looked at my nude son's body. I couldn't believe how beautiful and sexy this son of mine had become. He was no longer a child, but a man. A young man, yes, but a man, nonetheless. Jon, I was smitten at that point, as was he." She said, "We couldn't have stopped now if we wanted to." "I ran my hands up and down his chest, his belly, his thighs, and finally took his cock in my hands again, stroking the shaft, rolling the foreskin up and down his shiny purple head. I reached down and felt his big balls, my son's balls full of sperm." "I leaned down, opened my mouth and slid the head of my son's dick in! God, I felt like such a slut, kneeling next to the couch blowing my son. Brian was moaning, his hips bucking up and down as he tried to fuck his cock deeper into my mouth and throat. As I squeezed his balls, I could feel them tighten; I knew he was going to cum real soon." "And cum he did! He began to ejaculate streamers of hot, salty sperm and semen into my mouth. Jesus, his cum tasted so good – still does." She stated wistfully. "Jon, and just like a young man, Brian's cock didn't soften after he'd cum in my mouth. So, I asked him to stand up and follow me to the bedroom. Once there, I took off my nightgown and lay back on the bed and told him to get on top of me." She stopped and took a sip of wine, her eyes never leaving mine. "Jon, am I horrible? Am I a terrible mother?" she queried. I thought for a moment, and slowly replied, "No, Riley, I don't think you are a bad mother. I think that what has happened between you and Brian was an inescapable consequence of your family dynamic, and far be it from me, or anyone else, to judge you, Riley." "Tell me what happened in the bedroom, Riley." I asked. She smiled at me, glancing at my crotch "I think you are enjoying this too much, Jon." I responded, "Riley, you have no idea. This is the most erotic thing I've ever heard." "Well, when I lay back against the pillows and spread my legs, Brian moved between my thighs. I reached down and took his hard cock in my hand and slowly pulled the head of his dick to my cunt. We both watched as the tip of his cock began to slide inside of me. God, Jon, it was so hot to watch." "I was so wet that Brian just sank straight into me up to his balls. I could feel his pubic hair grinding into my crotch. I humped my pelvis up to meet his as we began to fuck." "Brian kissed me passionately as he drove his long, thick cock in and out of my wet pussy. God, it felt so damned good, being balled by this strong, virile young man; and made even more erotic in that he was my son – my own flesh and blood." Riley's face was flushed as she recounted the tale of her first fuck with her son. "We made love like this for several minutes, and then Brian began to fuck me harder and faster. He moaned that he was going to come. I told him that I wanted him to come, to come inside of me. I wanted to feel my son squirt his sperm deep in my womb." She continued, "I reached down between our bodies and grasped his big swinging balls and began to squeeze and knead them with my fingers. Brian groaned with delight as I fondled his cum-filled nuts." "With that I felt my son's entire body tense up, and he thrust deeply inside of my cunt and began to cum. I could feel his sperm and semen jetting into my cervix. I began to orgasm with him. Both of us clutched one another tightly as we came together. We kissed each other's faces, as our coupled bodies writhed in passion and abandonment. It was so awesome to be loved like this; something I hadn't known or felt in a long, long time." She concluded. "Since that first night, I have taken my son into bed and my heart as my lover. We don't have sex every night. Far from it, actually. We really are just like any other couple; we make love when the mood and time is right. But, it is wonderful having a young man who has the stamina and desire to make love to me until I am virtually exhausted." She stopped and looked at me. I didn't know what to say. I know what I wanted to do. I wanted to pull my rock-hard cock out and jack off; I was so turned on by Riley's story. I thought for a second, and then asked, "Riley would it be possible to watch you make love to Brian?" She giggled, "Jon, you want to watch me fuck my son? Does that turn you on? Are you hard now?" "Yes, Riley, god, yes, I am so excited by what you've told me. And yes, I do want to see you screw your son. That would be so fucking hot!" I replied. She looked at me, and then said, "Alright, but you must promise me that you'll hide and not let Brian know that you are there. Also, you must swear that you'll never, ever tell anyone about this. Fair enough?" "Fair enough." I replied. *** Riley and I determined that the best place for me to be a horny voyeur was in the closet in her bed room. The doors were louvered and I could easily see out into the room, and not be seen inside the dark closet. Riley had brought the remaining half-bottle of wine and her glass with when we left my house. She poured a glass and set it on the nightstand next to her bed. She began to take off her clothes in front of me. She laughed quietly and said, "Jon, since you are going to see me fuck my son, you might as well see me naked now." I watched with bated breath as she unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her big boobs tumbled forth, and I whistled appreciatively. Like my wife, Riley has big brown nipples and areolae. Her nipples were erected half an inch. She slid her shorts down her long, sexy legs; leaving her clad only in a pair of sheer white panties. She looked at me, with a smile on her face, and cupped her big breasts and shook them at me. "Okay, baby, that's all for now." She said as she pulled on a long nightshirt and buttoned it halfway up. She slid into bed and began sipping on her wine, while I sat in the large overstuffed chair next to the vanity dresser. We were both waiting for Brian to come home from the party at his friend's house. *** A little after midnight we heard the Honda pull into the driveway. I hustled into the closet and closed the door. I had set up a hard-case suitcase with a folded blanket set up to sit on, and was surrounded by Riley's clothes hanging around me. Her Secrets As many other times before, I woke up that morning completely soaked in sweat. As I stood up to head to the kitchen for a glass of water, I noticed my gorgeous husband, Joe, lying in our bed. He was completely oblivious to the feverish, sexy dream that I had just had. They were always the same... Some unknown woman had climbed in to my bed and seduced me in to having mind blowing sex. I can only imagine what my therapist would say. She always told me that these dreams were part of my deep desire to experience sex with a woman. It wouldn't be so bad, but I have never seen the woman before she started appearing in my dreams. The thought of her made me blush and turn hot. I could feel the excitement dribble down my leg. I rushed to the kitchen, drank some water and made a conscious determination to seek out a woman- any woman- that would stop the rush that I have been feeling. I just prayed that I could stop at one woman. I have a deep fear that I would turn into some kind of lesbian whore because one wouldn't be enough. I know, I will admit that my imagination runs pretty wild sometimes. I glanced at the microwave clock. Three o'clock? That's it? It would be another three hours until my darling woke up and would want me to prepare breakfast and go through with our morning routine. I sat down in my favorite chair and flicked on my laptop. Was I absolutely serious? I had no idea even on how to begin a search for a sex partner yet alone a female partner. Where do I start? More importantly, where do I find a website that isn't going to bring some freak knocking at my door? I started at an infamous website where adults can find anonymous partners to explore their fantasies with. That website seemed to be the jackpot. As I created my profile and looked thru the website, I couldn't help but to be amazed on the amount of people that were looking for some fun. I was equally amazed by the revealing pictures people are allowing complete strangers to look at. It seemed like I had been searching through millions of profiles before I came across a picture of a woman that seemed to be extremely familiar. I thought I was dreaming at first.... It was her! The woman that had been in my dreams! Right then and there, I left a puddle in my favorite chair. I couldn't get over the burning desire that this woman gave me. I perused her profile with pure hunger and decided that I needed to do it. I needed to take the leap. My fingers had a mind of their own as they moved the mouse to the "send me a message" link. I shook with desire and delight as I typed a message to her. The message went like this: "Hello, blueeyedbeauty. My name is Tori. I know this may sound so cliché, but I have been dreaming of you. I see that you are pretty near, so would you like to get together some night for coffee or tea?" As I clicked the "SEND" button, I gave myself a mental slap. What if she took me up on my offer? What would my husband say? What would I tell him? How would I explain that I have a hunger for the taste of another woman? How would I explain sneaking out to meet her? I am overreacting, I thought. Who even knows if she will respond? I decided to stop thinking about her for a while and go satisfy the horny impatience coming from between my legs. As many mornings before when I awoke from my dreams, I went in to the bathroom and locked the door. My darling vibrator even has its own hiding place in here now. I pulled him out from beneath the sink and took my position on the floor with my legs in the air. I tried playing out the desires in my head, the different ways to lick and tease, but that just made me want her more. I jammed my poor toy deep within me and turned the speed to the highest it would go. I had to put a hand towel in my mouth to keep from screaming as I exploded all over the floor. I lay on the floor for a few minutes so my heart wouldn't explode. Once my heart returned to a semi-normal speed, I got up and cleaned up my mess. After I returned my toy to its hiding spot, I decided I would just get a shower and start preparing for my day. In the shower I let the water find its way in to all of my intimate spots. My mind started wandering and I felt a little urge again, so I removed the hose from the shower and allowed the water to massage my pulsing clit. Again my mind went back to the image of the woman in my dream. I have never wanted someone so bad in my life, yet alone a woman! The more I thought about her, the closer I got to having an orgasm. I allowed the shower head to take me to the edge and push me over. Feeling satisfied, I climbed out of the shower and toweled off. In the other room I could hear the alarm going off. I knew it was time to pretend that I was focused on my darling husband. I can't let my mind wander when he is around. She shook her hips at me, slowly, tempting me. I watched as she unbuttoned her pants and they fell to the floor. I wanted to jump up and take control, but she had given me firm instructions otherwise. She winked at me and pulled her shirt up exposing her perky breasts. She crossed the room, straddled me and began nibbling on my neck. I started kissing her back and made my way down to the curve of her wonderful, sexy, tantalizing mounds. As I was kissing, my hand started making its way down the curve of her hips and to the top of her thigh. I started moving my fingers slowly, exploring every soft and moist part of her... "Honey?" I jumped. I didn't hear him come down the steps and put his arms around my waist. "Did you hear anything I just said?" I shook my head. "Sorry, I must have been off in my own world. What is it you were saying?" "I have a business trip this weekend, so I am afraid that we can't do our normal movie night. I hope that you aren't too upset. I promise I will make it up to you." "Oh, that's okay honey." Right there the twinge of hopefulness arose. "I think I will call the girls and go out for margaritas instead." "That sounds like fun. Like I said, I promise I will make it up to you. I love you so much!" "I love you too." I kissed him on the cheek as he finished his coffee and assembled his briefcase. As Joe walked out the door, I heard a mumbled "talk to you later." I wasn't sure what to do from there. I took my coffee and walked back over to where my laptop was sitting on the end table. I had made sure to leave it open and on while he was home. But instead of the pornographic website I was viewing before, my latest article was on the screen. I sipped my coffee and stared at the screen. No point in trying to concentrate. There was no way I could write about the latest design trends while my mind kept going back to those curves. On a whim, I closed my document and opened up an internet browser. My hands began to shake as I typed in the website address. I followed the prompts, while closing all of the pop up windows, and logged in. I glanced around the site and got a strange butterfly in my belly when I saw that I had one new message waiting for me. As I clicked on the READ MY MESSAGE link, I resisted the urge to stop what I was doing and grab my vibrator. Once the screen loaded, I saw that my new message was, in fact, from the lovely blueeyedbeauty. I nervously clicked the link and read the message: "Hello, Tori. My name is April. I looked over your profile and couldn't help but to dream about what it would be like to experience a woman for the first time. You see, I actually created this profile to see if I could find a decent, good looking man. Seems like every guy that I have met just wants the sex and that's it. So, I figured that if I created a profile on here maybe I could find someone who is honest. Anyway, back to the point. I would love to meet up with you, if you would still like that. I am free tonight, if you are. Send me a message back and we can set something up. Coffee or tea sounds alright with me." I left a puddle. I couldn't take it anymore. I climbed the stairs to our bathroom and pulled my vibrator from its trusty hiding spot. With the heat building, I didn't even bother to move to the bedroom. I sprawled on the floor once again and went to town. It didn't take long for me to achieve my goal. Again, I waited for my heartbeat to return to normal before I got up off the floor. As I found my way back to my seat in front of my computer, I noticed a flashing box on the screen. My heart leapt against my chest. "Blueeyedbeauty has sent an invitation for instant messaging, would you like to accept?" I moved my mouse with my shaking finger and clicked the OK button. A message popped up: "Blueeyedbeauty: Hi Tori! Did you get my message?" "Yes." I typed back. "Tonight would be great." "Blueeyedbeauty: Awesome! Would you like to meet me at the Starbucks on the corner of 5th and Main Street?" The conversation went on for only a few minutes longer. We decided that we would meet there at seven o'clock and we would go from there. I spent the rest of the day wondering what I would do and what I would say. Should I attempt to get her in bed tonight or should I wine and dine her? Would I be too nervous to make a move, or would I be too excited to make it through a cup of coffee? Only time would tell. I busied myself by working on my article and cleaning up the house. Looking back, I am not sure how I completed my article or if it even made any sense. I just have to thank God for the spell checker and a great editor! By the time I looked at the clock again it was almost six. I decided that I would take a shower, shave and pretty myself up. In the shower my mind wandered again and I had to take advantage of my water pressure. Feeling satisfied, hairless and clean, I climbed out of the shower. It took me longer than usual to pick an outfit, apply makeup, and style my hair. By the time I looked at the clock again, I realized that I had no more time to be nervous. I only had time to get moving. The whole ride to Starbucks, which was a mere five minute drive, I kept wondering how the night would turn out. Inside the coffee shop was a madhouse. There were people everywhere. I almost didn't see her sitting in the corner sipping some sort of iced concoction. I kept my eyes on her as I weaved my way through the crowd. I had almost made it to the table when her gaze drifted to me and we locked eyes. She smiled at me, a cross of devilishness and nervousness. When I got near the table, April stood and gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I could tell she was just as nervous as I was. "Hello! It is so nice to meet you." I started. "Same here." Her eyes darted across the room. "Would you rather go some place less crowded?" I thought for a second. "Yes, that is probably a good idea." We sat for a few minutes long before we decided that there was really no place private to go. She suggested we sit in my car for a few minutes while we were thinking. When we got to the car, the butterflies in my belly got worse. I felt more comfortable in the crowd because I didn't have to think about what moves I was going to make. Luckily when we both were settled in our seats, she started the conversation. "So as I was saying on the messenger, I have never really done anything like this before. Mainly, I just went to various clubs and bars and found random guys. And of course, they were all mamas' boy losers who didn't know anything about how to treat a woman. I was really surprised though, when I received your invite. I have to be honest with you that there was quite a debate in my brain about whether or not to respond. Finally I ended up giving up and going with my other brain." She laughed lightly. "I am pretty nervous about this whole thing. I am not sure what to do or how to act. Being with another woman had always been a fantasy of mine, but I never dared to admit it to anyone. Something about you though..." Her voice trailed off and she looked out the window. "You know what, I know this little private restaurant that we could go to and have coffee. There is never anyone there, and it's the type of place where you only see the waitress if you stand up and scream for her." I agreed that it sounded like the perfect spot, and nosed the car on the road. As we drove, she opened up to me and told me more personal details. She asked the type of things I liked, what I did for a living and if I had children. "No, my husband and I haven't really discussed the children aspect. We have been married for a few years, and honestly I would rather not have any just yet." "Wow. How did you get him to agree to meet me without having him tag along?" I laughed and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. "He doesn't know." "What?! I thought for sure you would have told him. Where does he think you are?" "No, he doesn't really allow me to open up about things I would want to try or things that I like. He is pretty old fashioned in the fact that he does what he has to do and we don't talk about it. He had a business trip this weekend, so he wanted me to go out with my girlfriends and have margaritas." She laughed again. It was so sexy to hear it. I resisted the urge to take her right then and there. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I dated a few like that." We pulled in to the parking lot and headed for the door. Inside, April had picked a quaint little booth in the corner of the restaurant where, even if the place did fill up, there would be plenty of privacy for our conversations. I was shocked that when I climbed into the booth, she opted to sit next to me. Not across from me, next to me. Close enough to smell her hair, perfume and the overall scent of her. I could feel my nipples perk at the thought of the lean tan legs so close to mine. In the deep recesses of my mind, I imagined lifting that sweet little skirt over her hips and taking advantage of her. I was in the midst of burying my tongue deep inside of her when the waitress came over to give us our menus. I had to mentally slap myself to focus. When she returned with our coffee, I had to put the attention back on the goddess next to me. We continued our conversation about men, and their wonderful insecurities. We had a lot in common, besides our willingness and nervousness to experiment. We were so deep in conversation, that I didn't notice her hand slowly creeping up my leg. She was asking about my dreams that I had about her when I felt her fingertips creep under the corner of my panties. I gasped as she explored me, right there. I don't know what got me more excited, the fact that she was getting me wet, or the fact that she was getting me wet in a public place. I started blushing and she leaned closer to me. I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she whispered in my ear. "I hope you don't mind. I couldn't help myself." She nibbled on my neck and inserted her finger deep inside me. At that moment she read my mind. "Since your husband is out of town, your house is empty, right?" I nodded as she picked up her purse and put money on the table. Looking back on it, I realize that I should have won an award for quickest exit from a restaurant. We made it back to my house in great time. The whole ride there, April didn't remove her hand from my thigh. I don't know how we made it without an accident. We arrived at the house and could barely keep our clothes on. When we finally were inside and able to fulfill our fantasies, we just stopped and stared at each other. I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. I ran my gaze hungrily over her- from head to toe. "You know, my dreams were always something like this." She crossed the room and ran her fingertips across my chest. I shuddered and she took that as a signal to begin kissing my neck. I returned the favor and ran my fingers thru her hair. Somehow we made it to the nearest guest bedroom and April playfully pushed me on to the bed. "Don't move," she instructed firmly. As I sit on the bed, she proceeds to undress herself seductively. Normally I am a patient person, but she was really starting to get to me. She finally saw the frustration on my face and straddled me. Our mouths fell into a continuous kiss. Her tongue probed mine as her hands wandered up and down my body. I could not keep my lips from her. She tasted so sweet and delicious. I opened my eyes once and found hers open as well. We stopped suddenly, panting breathlessly. She looked at me longingly and whispered "are you sure?" I nodded and slowly stood up. She watched me intently as I began removing my clothes slowly. I could feel my knees shaking nervously. I kept telling myself that this was not a dream. I went to the bed then, straddled my new friend and started tasting her from head to toe. I moved my tongue down her body, covering every inch of her. When I reached her belly button, I could feel her shudder with pleasure. I proceeded with tasting her. She ran her fingers thru my hair and urged me to go on. I gently opened her legs, unleashing a moisture and heat similar to mine. She shuddered again as I touched her. I wanted to take my time and fulfill her in many ways, but her hands in my hair we persuading me to go on. I moved my mouth to her warm center, moving my tongue slowly over her button. It didn't take long for her to fill my mouth with her warm sweet juices. I sucked and nibbled while inserting my finger deep inside her. She moaned softly and pulled my mouth to hers. She crushed me with her lips. "Tori, I brought something with me. I hope you don't get offended if I wanted to try something with you." She looked nervous. I could sense that it was something that she wanted to do, so I smiled. Knowing that I was comfortable with anything she wanted to try, she stood up and found her purse. In the dark I could see her remove something long. She smiled mischievously and skipped back to me. "What is that?" I was almost afraid of her answer would be. "Well, I was anticipating our meeting so much that I made a trip to the adult store before I met you. I found this and wanted to try it with you as soon as I saw it." She was so sexy as her mouth formed the next words. "It is called a double ended dildo." I giggled nervously and said "How does it work?" Again came the mischievous smile. "Lie back, relax and enjoy." She inserted one end in me slowly, and pulled it back out. I wanted to scream at the pleasure it brought. She continued inserting and removing the toy. As I was about to achieve maximum pleasure she inserted the other end in herself and began moving her hips to my rhythm. I tried holding off as much as I could. We continued, moaned consecutively, and became overwhelmed by the pleasure that was being unleashed. As if it was rehearsed, we both exploded at the same time. I could feel the puddle underneath me that both of us created. She removed our "toy" and rolled over to lie next to me. I must have drifted off, because I awoke with a shock. I had been having another one of my dreams. I looked over at the beauty lying next to me and began to feel the tingle between my legs again. Without waking her, I slowly ran my fingertips down her lean body. She moaned and sat up. I grabbed her and kissed her. She pulled away slowly and winked at me. "It's my turn," she said with a sly smile. I was about to ask her to elaborate when she got on her knees and buried her tongue inside of me. I wondered if she knew that she was not putting an end to my wanting, but actually making it worse. She answered me by inserting her finger deep within. I could hear gentle sucking sounds as well as feeling the nibble on my pulsing clit. I let out a long sigh and pulled her up to mount me. We did this for a while. We took turns pleasing each other until our appetites were finally satisfied. April finally collapsed on top of me. She looked at me with her beautiful eyes and smiled.