7 comments/ 104958 views/ 9 favorites My First Seduction By: mandywilluk2000 The two women were standing together. Very closely together. The more curvaceous, chestnut haired one was standing behind the slimmer blonde. She had her arms around her. Her full breasts were just brushing the blonde woman’s back, her tummy was touching the pert bottom. The more curvaceous one was holding the wrists of the slimmer one. Not tightly but with a firm grip. “One of the most important things with the golf swing is the takeaway,” the chestnut haired one said to the blonde. “It has to be slow and smooth like this,” she went on pulling the blonde’s arms backwards. Mandy had never felt anything quite like it. It was as unexpected as it was powerful. As she gave her friend Sara a few tips on golf she suddenly had such a surge of sexual feelings that her entire body seemed to shudder. It was also quite embarrassing for she was sure that it affected her voice and in the way that she may have pressed her breasts and stomach rather more firmly against her friend than the demonstration of the golf swing required. Sara was a little surprised that her friend was pressed against her but put it down to what Mandy was trying to show her. Even though she felt her friend’s ample breasts pushing into her back she thought nothing of it and concentrated on the slow smooth backswing that Mandy described. They hadn’t known each other very long, just a couple of months. But since Sara had opened the café and high quality food shop near to where Mandy lived in London Docklands they’d become quite close friends. Mandy had met Sara as she’d worked on getting the shop ready on the ground floor of the apartment block in which Mandy lived with her daughter, coincidentally also called Sarah, but spelt differently. They’d chatted and had Sara had invited her to the grand opening. As it turned out it wasn’t that grand for very few people turned up. Since the opening Mandy had got into the habit of popping in most days as a break from her freelance copywriting work to have an espresso or cappuccino. As this was usually mid morning between the breakfast and lunch time busier periods the place was often a fairly quiet and hence the two women could chat easily and, as the weeks passed, they got to know each other fairly well. Sara was in her mid thirties, a little younger than Mandy as was Mandy but unlike her Sara was happily married with two children both under ten. Her Husband, Liam, was a corporate lawyer with a very high powered job with a leading firm of city solicitors. They lived in Islington, a trendy part of London, and had a live in nanny that enabled Sara to devote herself fully to her business. She’d started it because she felt too dependent on Liam and because, since leaving Durham University with a solid 2:1 degree, she’d never really worked or achieved anything, or so she felt. Mandy had found herself telling Sara about the successful business that she and her ex had run and that led onto her, unusually, relating many of the details of her marriage break up to her new friend. How she’d thought that he was the man she’d spend the rest of her life with. How, until she’d caught him out in being unfaithful, she’d never even had a sexual thought about another man let alone done anything like that. How, though, after she found out the second time her views changed. How then she’d had an affair with David who she still thought was probably the real love of her life. How she had what she called her “red mists” that welled up when she suspected Kevin was drifting off again and in them she’d had two one night, well afternoon in both cases, stands. And how eventually she’d kicked him out when she found out about his philandering for the third time. She didn’t, though tell her about how both prior to her marriage, during it and since it ended she’d had affairs of one sort or another with a series of other women. Well that’s not the sort of thing one woman tells another is it? Sara had responded by telling Mandy that she’d had a couple of affairs and that although happy in her marriage things were certainly not all they might be in the bedroom. She didn’t though tell Mandy that she and Liam hadn’t had sex now for almost three months. Sara came from a moneyed, very middle class background as did her husband Liam. Her father had been a successful banker in the era before the wide boys took over that industry. She glided through her boarding school career doing well at most subjects and sports. University was taken for granted and there she also excelled. However, her whole conditioning, really, was that she’d do the education bit but then she’d settle down, marry well and do what middle class ladies do best, breed children. It hadn’t occurred to her to question that and the thought of rebelling had never entered her mind. That is until recently. The past three or four years had seen her undergo a radical change in her thinking and outlook. It had started with sex. Liam’s drive seemed to wane over a period of a couple of years and Sara often wondered if he was having an affair but quickly cast such thoughts from her mind for he was very straight laced. She put it down to the murderous hours that corporate lawyers work for it seemed that the completion of mergers and acquisitions always happened in the middle of the night. That and the frequent dinners he had to attend as a junior partner in the firm kept them apart a lot and something had to give. And that something was her sexual satisfaction. Even now, three years later, when she looked back on the times with Barry she could hardly believe it had happened. She’d never been unfaithful to Liam before, never really even thought about it. So to go from that to having a full on affair with, of all people, a carpenter joiner was a quantum leap for her. Barry was building some cabinets in their study. Beautiful cabinets made by hand by him. Like many such true craftsmen he worked slowly, after all perfection can’t be hurried can it? So Barry spent many days in their sprawling Victorian, town house in Islington. They got to know each other well with him impressing her with his intelligence and free spirited attitude to life. He was eloquent, extremely well read and great at crosswords. Sara had been trying to do the Times crossword each day and, although not too successful, she was persevering, after all she had all the time on her hands to indulge that. She took to asking Barry for answers and that led to them sitting down each day for coffee doing it together. That led to them sitting close together and that led to them talking about life in general. That led to him asking about why Liam was never around and that led to her opening her heart to him. And that led to him fucking her. And that led to her first affair. The first time was traumatic for her. Traumatic, guilt inducing, a little demeaning but bloody wonderful. And that led to them having sex twice or three times a week for almost a month. At first the guilt and the sense of betrayal of her husband was hard for her to take. But she got used to it and soon she even found it quite exciting to have her secret from Liam. That made her second affair so much easier. This time it was with a tennis coach. He was a few years younger than Sara and gave her lessons when she’d taken up tennis after a ten year break. Again she’d felt herself drawn to him but this time not by any intellectual force. It wasn’t Grant’s mind that impressed. It wasn’t his way with words or his manner or personality. She didn’t feel tenderness, a meeting of the minds or an emotional magnetism with him. No with this six foot three young man it was pure lust. She’d never experienced it before. Nice, well brought up middle class ladies don’t do lust do they? She did with him though. Almost from the first time she met him she wanted him. She’d find herself fantasising about him, thinking what he’d be like in bed and what he’d look like naked. It didn’t take her that long to find out. After the first lesson he had a glass of orange juice with her and they chatted. After the second lesson, he played a few games of tennis with her and had two glasses of orange juice. After the third he suggested lunch and after the fourth he suggested sex. They made love in his car in a car park in the forest near to the club. It was probably the most exciting sex Sara had ever had. That was a few of years ago and it lasted the best part of a year before he announced he was getting married. “But we can still see each other Sara, my fiancée lives in Birmingham,” he announced as she was getting dressed in the back of his car one day. That did it for her. The sheer cheek and assumptive ness showed her what he really thought of her and Sara classified that as a frustrated married woman needing the diversion of a lover. A wife that didn’t get enough at home and was gagging for it on the side. However true that may really be she didn’t like the idea of him thinking of her like that and, worse of her being reminded of it. She finished it and had been faithful now for the past two and a bit years. Her other rebelliousness from the confines of her “happy marriage” was the setting up of the café and delicatessen. She felt she was at last doing something herself. Something where she wasn’t bathing in the reflected light of her superstar lawyer husband. So she’d become freer, more outgoing and willing to try new things. So when her new friend Amanda had asked if she played golf Sara replied, “I did before the kids were born and would like to take it up again, but I’ve only played a few times in the past six years or so.” “Great,” Mandy had said, “why not come to my club, we’ll hit some balls on the driving range and then do a few holes.” They made a date for the following Monday afternoon which was always a slow time after the lunch rush. They both took their own cars to the course dressed in their golf clothes. They hit a few balls on the driving range Amanda being quite impressed with Sara’s swing although she could see a couple of faults that she was sure she could help her friend overcome quite easily. Mandy had been having lessons on and off for some time and she was sure that was a main reason why she’d managed to get her handicap down to a very respectable fifteen. Lessons and playing two or three times a week since the divorce. As Mandy put her arms around Sara to demonstrate the takeaway part of the swing the furthest thing from her mind was anything sexual with her new friend. Thus the surge of sexual desire that hit her was as surprising as it was powerful. Mandy had been with several women before. A couple prior to her marriage, one during it and two since. But all had come about either from circumstances or by an advance from the other woman. She’d never started anything and in fact had never looked at a woman in the cold light of day, as it was, and thought anything sexual about her. And most certainly she’d never felt anything like this before. Yes she’d had feelings from other women. Very strong feelings. Feelings so powerful that those other women had given her orgasms. But never had she experienced the sensation of wanting to seduce another woman as she’d been “seduced.” She’d never been the predator or the hunter, no she’d been the prey, the hunted. True, she had to admit with the small number of women she’d been with, the hunt hadn’t needed to very long. She wasn’t, she knew, that elusive a prey and she hadn’t fought that hard to “escape.” Not with the three girls at college with whom she’d formed a close group. So close that a few times they’d messed around as they experimented with their sexuality. Nothing very serious, just some mild snogging and a little touching of each other as the four of them smoked or drank a little too much. And not with one of that group who she’d been to wedding with in Scotland and they’d ended up making love. Her first time alone with another woman. Not really also with Jenny who her husband after tremendous arguing and mental pressure had persuaded her to go with while he watched. “It’ll bring the spark to our marriage,” he’d said. “If you really want to save out marriage, you’ll have to be more adventurous,” he’d told her. “If you’ve been with women before for your pleasure,” he’d argued, “you can surely do it again for mine, can’t you?” he’d gone on quite nastily, making Mandy regret ever having been so honest to tell him before they married, “so that they were no secrets between them. Kevin had arranged it after Mandy had reluctantly agreed, her mind feeling torn apart by the prospect of Kevin leaving her if she didn’t “become more adventurous.” To say that the time on her marital bed with Jenny changed her life is an understatement. It was not only such a mind blowing experience and such a powerful sexual reawakening to being with a woman, it also gave her the strength to see Kevin for what he was. As Jenny had slowly undressed her then made the most tender love to her while Kevin sat in a chair watching them, Mandy at last realised her marriage was over. As she’d returned that love and sex and had writhed naked with Jenny their fingers and mouths doing the most daring things to each other so she’d seen Kevin for what he was. And as she and Jenny had such powerful mutual orgasms as he looked on and masturbated so she’d known for sure that her marriage was over. She managed to put it out of her mind during the few holes of golf but at home that evening, after her fourteen year old daughter had gone to bed and she was sipping a glass of dry white wine watching an episode of Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here the memory of it came back to her. She couldn’t think of any reason why it had happened when it did. Sure Sara was stunningly attractive. Just above the shoulder, blonde hair, pale, glowing skin, deep, blue eyes, gorgeous lips and a slim but nicely rounded body with pert boobs and a tight bum. And yes they’d become close and talked of quite intimate things. But Mandy had done that with other girl friends, she’d talked to hellishly attractive women before about sex with their husbands and with their lovers and had never felt the slightest inclination to have sex with them. So why Sara? She couldn’t answer that. “That was great yesterday Mand, when we going to play again?” Sara asked when Amanda went into the café for her coffee the next day. As Amanda looked at her and heard those words it happened again. She was worried that she’d blush at the thoughts that went through her mind as her friend leaned forward, her elbows on the counter cradling her chin. Mandy climbed onto one of the high bar stools. She smiled and muttered, “Whenever you like Sara,” as her eyes looked right down the front of her friend’s dark blue blouse seeing the outline of her small breasts in the white bra. God how she wanted to slide her hand in there and caress those tits she thought. “Are you ok Mandy?” Sara asked putting her hand on Mandy’s wrist. “Yes, yes I’m fine thanks love, just a bit of a cold I expect,” Amanda mumbled loving the feel of Sara’s fingers on her skin. Sara was surprised at how Mandy had suddenly changed. She’d seemed her normal self when she walked in but had suddenly become hesitant, her voice had tightened and she was nowhere near as talkative as usual. She put it down to the cold and busied herself with Mandy’s coffee and pain au chocolate. They chatted away almost as usual for Mandy managed to pull herself together and put her naughty thoughts and the view down Sara’s blouse out of her mind. But over the next couple of weeks the feelings kept returning both when she was with Sara but also when she was alone. These were sometimes the most powerful when she was getting ready for bed and several times she found herself with her hands between her legs and on her full breasts masturbating with visions of Sara in her mind. As she did though it wasn’t just her friend that flitted through her mind. It wasn’t just Sara’s naked body she imagined and it wasn’t just her lips she imagined kissing. No those images were interspersed with visions of Toni, the neighbour that Mandy had “slept” with the very day she’d kicked her husband out when she’d found out that yet again he’d been unfaithful. As her mind tortured itself with how she could pluck up the courage to make an advance to Sara so it recalled how Toni had done that to her. Sure she was vulnerable. Upset and distraught at having ended her marriage she was weepy and sensitive so that when Toni had cuddled her Mandy had felt warm and comforted. She’d felt a little secure and wanted after feeling so alone and discarded when Kevin left. And when Toni had run her fingers through Mandy’s hair as they’d sat with their arms around each other so her body responded. As she imagined herself doing that to Sara her thoughts returned to the way that Toni had lifted her face up and the realisation had hit Mandy that they were going to kiss. As she recalled those kisses and the first light touch of Toni’s hand on her breast so it was Sara’s lips against hers, Sara’s body that was in her arms and Sara’s breast that was being caressed by her, not hers by Toni. As Mandy masturbated slow and very languid lying naked in the middle of her bed so she thought of how Toni had gently and tenderly undressed her and she visualised doing that to her new friend. As her orgasm started to rise the combination of how Toni had made her climax so tenderly and beautifully so many times during that sensational night of love and sex merged with her imagining herself doing that to Sara. Sara also thought about Mandy quite a lot for she had few close female friends. But her thoughts never once focused on anything sexual. She’d never really been interested in women and only a couple of times had she been tested, both times having no difficulty in resisting. “Oh shit, look at the bloody rain,” Mandy said as she and Sara huddled together in the doorway of the inside tennis courts. They’d been playing and when they’d got there the weather was fine but there was now an incessant downpour. It looked very much as if it was set in for the rest of the afternoon and evening. “What’ll we do?” Sara asked smiling, “We’ll get soaked through in just our tennis gear.” “Buggered if I know,” Amanda replied wondering if they could get a cab but knowing that at this time round Docklands they were almost impossible especially in the rain. “It’s only a few hundred yards,” she went on, “I guess we’ll have to make run for it to my place. You up for a run Sara?” “I suppose we’ll have to,” the blonde said resigned to the fact of getting wet, “at least it’s quite warm.” “Come on the let’s do it.” It would have been quite a sight for any onlookers or would be voyeurs as the two stunningly attractive women jogged alongside the docks as they made their way towards Amanda’s luxury apartment complex. Both in short skirts, Sara’s pale blue and Mandy’s pink, and thin, white tops that rapidly became almost see through, their bar, tanned legs were quickly soaked and glistened from the rain. Their hair was plastered to their heads and, as they ran, their breasts jiggled very alluringly and their bottom wiggled most attractively. Laughing and out of breath from the exertion they got to the gates of Mandy’s apartment block and Mandy struggled in her purse in the rain to find the card for the security lock for the pedestrian entry. Inside that, eventually they made a last dash across the cobbled courtyard and got to her front door. “Phew that was bloody awful,” Sara said as they went into the apartment, along the sandstone tiled entrance hall and into the kitchen. “I’ll make some tea and we’d both better get in the shower quickly or we’ll catch our death of colds,” Mandy said, busying herself with the kettle, tea bags and mugs. “You use Sarah’s bathroom, you know where it is off her bedroom where you changed before we went,” she continued trying to avoid looking at the dark shadows of her friends hardened nipples that were so evident through the thin, soaked top. My First Seduction “God we must look awful,” Sara said as they walked up the ten steps to the mezzanine floor where the two main bedrooms were located. She glanced at Amanda and was surprised at how large her breasts looked now that the wet top was clinging to them almost like a second skin. It accentuated their fullness and clearly showed the outline of her bra and her large upright nipples. “Here you go, thank goodness she left it respectable,” Mandy said showing Sara through her daughter’s bedroom and into the en-suite bath and shower room. “There’s plenty of towels and there’s some shampoo in the shower. Where did you leave your clothes when you changed before we went out? Oh there they are,” she went on seeing Sara’s blouse and jeans on her daughter’s bed alongside the small hold all Sara had brought with her. “So when you’re finished just come down to the kitchen and we’ll order the Chinese, ok?” In her own shower, naked, it took all of Mandy’s resolve not to masturbate. Seeing her friend in the tight, thin, soaked top had brought back all those feelings and desires that she’d, just about, managed to control recently. But she didn’t and, feeling slightly light-headed, she finished showering and washing her hair, dried herself and got dressed in a pair of jeans and baggy shirt, that she wore outside the jeans with three of the buttons undone. She went down to the kitchen, made the tea and took the two mugs back up stairs. Knocking on here daughter’s door she called out, “are you decent in there Sara?” her heart pounding as she visualised her friend naked. “Yes, sure come on in,” Amanda heard through the closed door. She gulped when she went in and saw Sara just in her blouse and pale blue panties about to slip on her jeans. They smiled at each other as Sara said, “wow that’s much better Mand, thanks, it’s a great shower. I didn’t bring a clean bra with me I’m afraid.” Mandy said quite thickly she thought, “well I can’t help you there Sara, I think mine might be a little large.” She looked meaningfully and really quite innocently at her friend’s small pert boobs as she added, “here drink your tea to keep the cold away,” Sara looked up and beamed a big smile as she said, “gee thanks mummy, I feel like your daughter Mand, the way you look after me and being in Sarah’s room.” Amanda could hardly tear her eyes away from the blonde who was standing there totally unselfconsciously, the blouse on, but undone, most of her boobs on show, her jeans around her thighs so that the rest of her body and the pale blue panties were all exposed to her gaze. “Well you’d better behave yourself then otherwise I’ll put you across my knee and give you a good spanking as I do to Sarah when she’s naughty,” Mandy laughed. “Yeah I bet,” Sara smiled back adding, “Look do you mind if I dry my hair before we order the Chinese?” “No, not at all,” Amanda replied, “in fact as you’re my surrogate daughter I’ll dry it for you as I do Sarah’s if you like.” “Oh sure that’ll be great,” “Ok then, as the Bishop said to the actress, come into my bedroom young lady,” Mandy replied far more lightly than she felt for her temperature had rocketed and her heart had started pound immediately she’d gone into her daughter’s bedroom. She sat Sara down in front of her huge dressing table with the large mirror and stood behind her with the hair dryer in her hand. The view in the mirror was amazing, even though Sara had pulled her jeans up and had fastened a few of the buttons on her blouse. By being higher than Sara Mandy could look down and see into the front of the blouse and down Sara’s cleavage. She could see the swell of each small breast and the outline of each nipple. She took the blonde hair in her hands and started running the locks through her fingers as the hot air wafted over them drying and setting them. The hair was a golden, corn colour and probably natural, Mandy thought noting there were no dark roots. It was smooth and glistening, lustrous and soft and the sensation on her fingers was electric. As she ran her fingers through Sara’s hair and stood so close to her that her tummy occasionally brushed against her back so Mandy was becoming increasingly agitated by the surges of sensations running through her body. Sara, though, appeared to not be affected for she was chatting away nineteen to the dozen about the tennis, getting wet, her café and how they should play golf again soon. She was, though, enjoying the feelings of her friend touching her hair. Always a fairly tactile sort of person she revelled in the closeness and the way that her fingers seemed to not only linger on her hair, as Mandy pulled it straight so she could dry it but also, as her finger tips frequently brushed against he scalp. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. “How’s things with Liam?” Mandy asked. “Oh same as usual, always working, doing deals and never home.” “Must be tough, I remember Kevin and I had times like that.” “It’s mainly OK Mandy but, you know, well, you can guess, it plays havoc with life in the bedroom.” “What late night lovemaking spoils your beauty sleep?” “I wish. It’s no lovemaking that spoils it.” “Oh dear,” Mandy replied, “Well you’ll just have to get yourself a toy boy won’t you? How about one of those dishy coaches at the golf club?” “Now that is a good idea, perhaps we should get one each, what d’you think Mand, you up for it?” Sara said laughing but not completely joking about the idea. She had for some time been thinking that another affair was becoming a necessity. The sheer frustration she felt practically every day and the feeling of disappointment at how that side of her marriage didn’t work when the rest did so well was awful. She had no desire to leave Liam or anything like that but she knew that she had to have a sexual outlet or else something ghastly might happen. She was quite calculating and pragmatic about it. She recognised the great pleasures and satisfaction she gained from most of her partnership with Liam but acknowledged that she needed sexual satisfaction as well. In her mind then she needed to seek that to, effectively, maybe, save the marriage. Mandy was pretty much off dating. She’d had a small succession of men since her marriage break up but had found the charade of the “getting to know them as they worked their way towards getting her to bed,” sort of ridiculous and almost laughable. Although she knew that she needed the sexual relief that the three or four “affairs” she’d had provided her she found the dating rather tedious so had pretty much stopped. But she had her occasional lover. She had a “companion” that gave her the relief when the extremes of her frustration got too much. “Brad was her “toy boy,” she often joked to herself for he was in his late twenties and Australian. She’d met him when she’d hurt her back playing tennis for he was a physiotherapist in a local practice. When he’d massaged her she’d had the most amazingly erotic thoughts, even to the extent that she’d imagined that on one of the upward sweeps of his hand up her thighs it wouldn’t stop and would plunge into her lips that she was sure had dampened. Of course it hadn’t but after the third appointment when he’d chatted her up she’d found herself accepting his invitation for a drink. It hadn’t taken more than a couple of weeks before they had sex. And that had happened every couple of weeks or so for the past few months. So a couple of days after that time with Sara when Mandy was laying in the narrow bed in Brad’s small flat and his head was moving down her body her thoughts were on Sara not him. It was her face she saw in her mind moving between her legs, her hands gently easing her thighs a part, her fingers slithering around her soaking lips. And yes it was Sara’s tongue that she visualised herself receiving as Brad, more roughly than any woman would, shoved his right up her cunt. What with being tired from her exertions at tennis, her body glowing and being nicely, warm from the hot shower and the lovely feelings of Mandy’s hands on her hair, Sara had gone into an almost trance-like state. She was so relaxed and felt so comfortable that her mind seemed to drift off as she revelled in all the dreamily wonderful feelings. It hadn’t quite registered with her but Mandy was no longer really drying her hair but was more stroking it. She just couldn’t resist it. The feel of Sara’s hair on her fingers, the intimacy of drying another woman’s hair and the view in the mirror of her friend’s half unbuttoned blouse was getting to her in a way she’d never experienced before. It hit Mandy then. It suddenly registered with her. The realisation smashed into her mind and erupted through her body that she wanted to “pull” Sara. That she needed to try to take this further. To see whether her friend would and could become more than that. To find out whether she was feeling the same sensations and emotions that she was. She recognised that she wanted and needed to try to seduce her friend. Not only had Mandy never done that before but also, she’d never, ever even had such a thought before. In her almost dreamlike state Sara was suddenly pulled back to consciousness by hearing, “You have such beautiful hair Sara.” “Er, um, do I Mandy?” Sara said as her mind cleared and she looked in the mirror. She saw her friend’s eyes boring into hers. She saw her breasts lifting and falling and she saw that Mandy had stopped drying her hair and was just running it through her fingers. Mandy couldn’t tell just what the look was she saw in Sara’s eyes. She couldn’t tell whether it indicated anything other than that she was enjoying her hair being dried. She couldn’t have for Sara didn’t know. Sara didn’t know what she was thinking. She knew that she was loving every minute of this but why she was and why she felt so relaxed on the one hand, but strangely slightly excited on the other, at what her friend was doing, she had no idea. She didn’t even think about what she was thinking but she knew what she was feeling. Well not exactly knew, not to the point that she would have been able to clearly explain it. For what she was feeling was just what she’d felt when she used to sit beside Barry and do the crossword. What she felt when Grant had first given her tennis lessons. And that made her feel guilty and a little ashamed of herself. “Was she becoming so sexually frustrated,” she thought, “that she could imagine that her good friend Mandy was arousing her? That the good deed she was doing in drying her hair could have sexual undertones for her?” She tried to blot such thoughts and feelings from her mind. “Well that’s what going to a good hairdresser does for you,” she said as lightly as her emotion affected voice could say it. Mandy stared into Sara’s eyes as she let one lock of hair slip slowly through her fingers. “Was that some form of emotion in her voice?” she wondered. “Some form of expression in her eyes other than the normal one of friendship?” “Yes Sara,” Mandy started very slowly looking deeply into her eyes in the mirror, “I’ve always thought you had lovely hair from the first time I met you,” she went on letting her fingers, almost unconsciously slip from her friend’s hair and onto her bare shoulders where the neck of the blouse had slipped back revealing a wide patch of skin across her shoulders. Mandy rested her fingers there as she paused to pluck up her courage before adding, “in fact Sara I’ve thought all of you is lovely ever since I saw you.” The touch of Mandy’s fingers on her bare skin was like an electric shock to Sara. She hadn’t felt anything like it since the joiner had lifted her chin one day and kissed her gently on her lips as a prelude to their first lovemaking. It made her shudder and sent shivers of such intensity through her that she worried that Mandy might notice. Struggling to control her voice she replied softly. “Well I’ve thought the same about you Mandy. You’re beautiful and have such a lovely figure and gorgeous hair.” As their eyes met again in the mirror and as Mandy pressed slightly more firmly on Sara’s shoulders they heard. “Hello mum, I’m home.” Mandy quickly pulled her mind away from Sara and shouted out brightly. “Hi Sarah, I’m up in your bedroom, come on up.” Mandy’s daughter came bowling into the room just after Sara, who was feeling enormously guilty about her feelings, had rapidly done up the buttons on her blouse. Sara and Sarah knew each other and the three of them chatted with Sarah explaining that she hadn’t stayed late as she thought she was going to due to a teacher being ill. Mandy also felt guilty at what she’d been contemplating about her friend and very relieved that nothing more had happened. “I must be far more careful” she thought to herself as she told Sara that they’d all be having take away Chinese soon. “Great. I’ll get on with my homework the fourteen year old girl said brightly, “see ya in about an hour then.” “Will it be ok Mandy if I shower and change at your place before we go?” Sara asked a couple of weeks later. “Of course luv,” Mandy replied her heart leaping at the thought. They’d both been invited to join one of Sara’s female customers at her hen night in one of the late night bars in Docklands. The Saturday of that coincided with Sara having some remodelling work done in the café restaurant and Mandy had offered to help with the clearing up and moving of stock. It was dusty and quite hard work moving the stock around before the men turned up to extend the bar and the seating area for customers. As they were working the two women had to move quite a lot of stock down to the stockroom. Mandy was continually getting little shivers of excitement as she and Sara brushed against each as they worked closely together. She’d tried very hard and had been quite successful since the hair washing incident to control her feelings and put trying it on with Sara out of her mind. “After all,” she’d thought, “what if I get it wrong and try something and she is revolted by it then I lose a friend.” She also wasn’t certain just how she could take the embarrassment. But Sara asking about showering and changing had brought back all those feelings and desires. “No I’ll just have to be resolved,” she told herself, “it’s ridiculous, two friends just do such things and Sara is too married and “respectable” to want to experiment.” Sitting at the back of the room watching the two young workmen finishing the job of enlarging the bar Sara said, “There you are Mand, we talked about both getting toy boys, what about these two?” Mandy smiled for she hadn’t told Sara about Brad. “Not bad candidates for it Sara, are they?” They both looked at the twenty something reasonably good looking, well built blokes as they stretched and bent in their tee shirts and tight blue jeans. “Not bad at all but a bit close to home I think,” Sara replied referring to the fact that they were employed as maintenance men in Liam’s law practice. “Pity for they’ve both got great butts,” Mandy smiled as the two men packed up their tools and left. “Quite a day I feel knackered.” “Well you’re not used to manual work are you what with all that writing?” Sara replied adding, “But thanks ever so much for helping.” They were sitting on two bar stools with another between them as Sara said that and they both looked at each other. “No problem luv, I was happy to help,” Mandy said her eyes holding Sara’s gaze as those feelings of desire reared their head inside her. Sara leaned forward, her small breasts pressing against the thin top she was wearing and pressed her hand on Mandy’s arm. “It’s wonderful to have such a friend,” she said softly. It was all Mandy could do not to take her in her arms. How she stopped herself grabbing Sara’s hand, pulling her towards her and kissing her she didn’t know so strong was the urge. “Yes, yes Sara, yes it is,” she blithered moving her hand away. “Well come on we’d better finish off and get ready for our big night hadn’t we?” Sara immediately saw the change in Mandy’s manner and was concerned that she’d given the wrong impression. At that moment she’d felt so close to her friend and hadn’t known what had come over her. She realised that she’d wanted to touch Mandy and that concerned her. “Christ she’ll think I’m coming onto her,” she thought. But that wasn’t what she’d meant for her gesture had been pure friendship, well she thought it was but had some doubts. They stood up facing each other as Sara said, “Christ I do feel tired we’ve worked so hard today haven’t we, thanks again Mandy.” “Not at all and yes I’m bloody bushed as well, pity we’re out tonight I could do with a quiet night in couldn’t you?” Mandy replied “Yes I could do after all that exertion but we don’t need to stay long do we? “No I guess not and in any case they probably wouldn’t hardly notice if we didn’t go so lets just pop in for quick drink shall we?” Sure but sod it we must look a real sight. Look at you all dirt in your hair from the cellar.” Mandy reached out and pulled the cobweb from her friend’s hair. “Bloody hell,” she smiled looking right into Sara’s eyes, “I suppose I’ll have to dry your hair again won’t I?” “Yes mum” Sara laughed back quite looking forward to the prospect. At Mandy’s apartment they had a cup of tea and chatted about how successful the day had been and how good the café now looked. “Ill be able to seat another twenty people at any time and at lunchtimes that’ll make the money roll in,” Sara explained as Mandy mulled over in her mind what she was going to do. All day long the urge to take things further had kept rearing up in her and she’d fought hard to control them particularly when they were so close together so much of the time. Almost touching quite often. But she was so inexperienced in such things and so worried of embarrassing herself and upsetting Sara by doing anything. “What a fucking conflict?” she thought to herself. “Well I guess we’d better start getting ready” she said standing up and clearing the mugs away, “that is if we’re going to go. Do you still want to?” “Actually not particularly but I guess we should put in a quick appearance shouldn’t we?” “I suppose so,” Mandy said a little wearily, “come on then let’s have our showers and I’ll dry your hair,” pausing before adding with a laugh, “ baby.” They walked off to the two bedrooms laughing at their little in joke. In her own bathroom Mandy felt the tension building up in her as she undressed and went into the shower. It wasn’t just the tension that was building for her whole body was tingling with arousal. Her breasts felt as though they were so heavy and full and her nipples, that she noticed in the mirror, had hardened into two acorn-like lumps, were aching. As the warm water cascaded over her and as her hands rubbed the soap over her body she also felt excited, nervous, apprehensive and concerned. At what she was thinking and at what she hoped she’d have the pluck to try. At what marvels lay ahead if she had the pluck and was successful, and at what disappointment and embarrassment if she tried and was rejected. At that moment as she dried herself she had the utmost sympathy for men who had to contend with this sort of conflict all their lives. She didn’t wash her hair for she’d done that this morning and she hadn’t spent much time in the dusty cellar. She simply put a few pins in it with the plan to brush it out after she’d dried Sara’s hair when they’d both get dressed to hit the bar. Slipping into the silk and lace, black thong and black net bra that provided her with the modest support her D cup boobs required but hid none of their attractions for it was totally see through, she picked up her robe. It was silk and had a tie at the waist. The lustrous, turquoise material clung to her body showing each womanly mound and curve. The cool, smooth material felt sensuous on her body and that simply added to the arousal she was now continually experiencing. My First Seduction Having washed her hair Sara dried herself with a big fluffy towel and ran that over her hair quite looking forward to having it dried by Mandy. She was also feeling little tingles in her body but put that down to the closeness and sheer friendship that existed between them. There were no thoughts in her mind similar to those going through Mandy’s for the idea that her friend might be interested in her for more than friendship hadn’t entered her head. Sara, with her extremely limited experience of female to female sex just didn’t think that way. But then few women do, do they? No few think that way for few have had the wonderful experience of intimacy with one of their own gender. But those that have tasted the pleasures of intimacy with another woman do think that way. They think that way for usually they have such a wonderful experience they wonder why all women don’t try it. “Yes, come in Mandy,” Sara said as she heard the knock on the door. “I borrowed the robe you suggested,” she went on as Mandy walked in the hair drier in her hand, Sara had slipped on the thin, white, cotton robe Mandy had laid out on her daughter’s bed and as the older woman came into the room she was pulling it round her and tying the belt around her middle. Mandy wasn’t absolutely sure but thought that as she watched the robe going round her friend she was naked under it. That made her heart beat faster and just added to the nervousness that was pervading every part of her mind and body. She dried Sara’s hair just as she had before taking her time running it through her fingers more caressing it than drying it. Sara experienced the nice, relaxing feelings that she’d had last time and once more she felt as though she was, almost, going into a trance. She was sitting on the dressing table stool and Mandy was standing close behind her. Very close, as close as she had on the golf course when the chestnut coloured haired woman had first felt the powerful feelings for the blonde. At times Mandy’s tummy brushed against Sara’s back and the back of Sara’s head occasionally pressed against her breasts. These sent even more shivers through her. “Have you ever had a scalp massage?” Mandy said softly, now becoming more and more determined to push things as far as she could. “Yes I did once at a health farm, it was great,” Sara replied. “Like one now?” Mandy asked her voice tightening at the prospect. “Oh yes please mummy,” Sara smiled her eyes catching Mandy’s in the mirror and seeing an odd expression in them. A sort of intensity, she thought. Mandy’s fingers felt wonderful on her neck and on the back of her head as they gently but firmly massaged her. Sara closed her eyes letting the lovely, relaxing feelings wash over her. Slowly moving up her friend’s neck Mandy revelled in the sensations of part massaging and part caressing the soft flesh of her neck before moving onto the hard bones of her scalp. She applied sufficient pressure so that it was like a massage but not enough for her fingers to not give Sara the sensations of being caressed. The combination sent ripples of pleasure through the blonde who let her head fall back a little so that as Mandy stroked and caressed, massaged and rubbed all over her head it pressed quite firmly against her friend’s soft bosom. Feeling that, Mandy couldn’t resist pushing herself forward a bit so that the pressure on her breasts and from them on Sara’s head increased. Mandy massaged her friend’s head for ages loving the sheer tenderness and the acute anticipation as she built her resolve to go further. “OK Sara?” she asked very quietly. “Oh yes, Mandy, it’s wonderful,” Sara breathed back loving the feelings and drifting even further into the trance that her friend was creating. She momentarily wondered at what was happening to her for as well as the pleasing feelings that she felt from her friend’s fingers on her head she was also experiencing other sensations. And they worried her. They made her concerned about herself for she thought that she was feeling the first tingles of a sexual arousal and that just couldn’t be right and proper, or so she thought. Mandy went a little further than a scalp massage should for she was now, once more, attending to Sara’s beck. It was long and slim and as her hands ran up and down it she felt a strong urge to lean forward and kiss it. But it was too soon for that. Instead she ran her fingertips quite strongly a little way along the muscle that runs from the centre of the neck, the spine, out along the top of the shoulders. “Wow Sara you’re so tight here,” she said truthfully for Brad had shown her how to massage that key part of a body. He’d also explained it was the area where stress and tension was most obvious and that it was in that muscle that fibrositis built up. “Yes I’m always getting little aches in that muscle,” Sara replied opening her eyes and looking at her friend as she went on, “I guess its just stress and tension isn’t it?” “Yes probably,” Mandy replied pressing more deeply with her fingers. “Tell you what Sara I can give you a massage there and get rid of that a bit if you like.” “Really? I didn’t know you could massage Mand?” “Yes, my sister taught me she did a course on that and aromatherapy,” Many lied quite convincingly to her friend. “Hold on let me get some oil we’ll soon relieve that tension.” Returning from her own room with a bottle of Boot’s baby oil Mandy stood behind Sara again. “Just let me pull this back a bit I don’t want to get the oil on it,” she said as she took the neck of the robe in her hands. Pulling it back and a little to the side as she watched in the mirror she saw it slip open a little so that more of each of Sara’s boobs were revealed together with most of her shallow cleavage. The view was fantastic! Pouring a little oil onto each hand she ran them along the muscles from Sara’s neck to her shoulder lubricating each one. Pressing quite firmly with her thumbs as Brad had shown her she worked the oil in with her fingers finding the fibroids that built up there. They feel a little like small peanuts. “Mmmm that’s good,” Sara sighed enjoying the feel of the thumbs pressing quite deeply into the muscle. “Good, we’ll soon get rid of that tension Sara.” “I can feel it going already.” “What causes you to have such tension Sar? What with the nanny, your café, the kids, your expensive life-style and Liam?” “Hmmm probably the last actually.” “Things bad are they?” Mandy asked her fingers now not pressing quite so firmly. “No changes really I still hardly ever see him.” “How do you mean?” “Well he works such murderous hours he doesn’t have much time for me or anything else really?” Mandy got what she meant. “You mean in the bedroom do you?” “Yes that side of our marriage has been hopeless for ages.” “Oh dear, luv, that must be awful.” “Yes it is and I just wish it could be as it used to be,” Sara went on feeling able to tell her wonderful friend such intimate details of her marriage. She opened her heart telling Mandy that they now so rarely made love. That they used to be very active but in the past couple of years the frequency had dropped off to the point that they hadn’t had “it” for over three months. As she was saying all that Mandy’s touch had lightened on her shoulders and was now little more than a caress along the muscle. Also as her thumbs dug, just slightly into it on the top of her shoulders so Mandy’s fingers were draped over Sara’s shoulders slightly down her chest. Thus as Mandy’s hands went from the centre and out and then back again so the tips of her fingers fluttered across Sara’s chest just inches above where the swell of each breast began. This and the chat about her friend’s love life were arousing Mandy even more but was also strengthening her resolve. Now not just from a salacious viewpoint but also because she felt sorry for her friend. “Men,” she snorted, “I sometimes think we’d be better off without them.” As her hands slid across the tops of the shoulders beneath her, so now they went further outwards. Further so that each time they came up against the neck line of the robe that was bisecting each of Sara’s shoulder joints. Further so that on each touch of that they pushed the cotton a little. Further so that as they pushed it the neck moved more and more off Sara’s shoulders. Just a little more, Mandy realised, and the thin cotton would slide down Sara’s arms. And she so badly wanted to do that. But dare she? Sara felt odd yet relieved that she’d now told her close friend about her problem. Somehow getting it off her chest and sharing it with made her feel better. It made her feel closer to Mandy. As she was saying about the three months she opened her eyes to see the reaction on Mandy’s face. She saw her friend looking at her quite intently in the mirror and they smiled at each other. “Well I know how that feels Sar. as I went without sex for over seven months once and I get very little now,” the older woman smiled. “Oh you know Mandy I just sort of feel irritable and het up all the time, it’s the frustration I guess.” Sara saw that the front of the robe had gaped quite a bit revealing most of her small boobs but didn’t feel the need to adjust it, after all we’re close friends aren’t we she thought? Mandy also saw that. She saw Sara’s boobs, she saw the hint of her pink nipples and she saw that her friend hadn’t covered herself up. A sign perhaps she wondered, and hoped. As Mandy was looking at Sara’s breasts so their eyes caught in the mirror. Sara clearly saw he friend looking at them and Mandy knew that. Sara felt something inside her. A rush of warmth, a little tingle. Their eyes still locked Mandy felt the same thing but far more powerfully and she murmured. “Oh Sar. you have the loveliest breasts you know.” Nobody, let alone a woman had ever said those words to her before and Sara didn’t know what to say. That a woman and her friend had uttered them made her feel confused, a little embarrassed and tongue tied. “Oh, er, have I Mandy? Well thanks,” she mumbled coming over hot and feeling a little shudder run through her. “Oh yes you have luv,” Mandy said very thickly her hands resting on the neck of the robe that was, just about still on the joints of her friends shoulders. She continued, “they’re beautiful Sar as slowly her eyes not leaving Sara’s for one moment she slid her hands down her friend’s arms taking the material with them. Sara looked at her reflection almost transfixed. “She’s taking my dressing gown off,” she thought to herself feeling a strange calmness. It didn’t seem wrong or inappropriate as she watched the material folding around her tummy and sliding down her arms. She didn’t feel that anything out of the ordinary was happening as she saw it slide off each of her breasts. And she didn’t for one moment think of stopping her friend or doing anything at all as both of the small, pink tipped breasts were reflected at both of them by the mirror. Mandy didn’t know what to do. She had no idea how Sara was taking this and she couldn’t think how to push it further. They both stared at Sara’s bare breasts for a moment or two then slowly their eyes met and they held each others gaze. “Oh Sara,” Mandy whispered. “Oh Mandy,” Sara whispered back the tension between them heightening by the second as they simply continued to stare at the topless vision in the mirror. Mandy’s hands were sill resting on Sara’s arms where she’d pushed the material down. They were on her elbows, just inches from the bare breasts. Sara saw her friend’s hands, saw they were almost touching her breasts, saw that they were just resting there. And then she saw one move. She saw one leave her elbow, saw it move across her body and she knew just what was going to happen. Her womanly instincts or something told her exactly where that hand was going and what it was going to do. She knew that her friend was going to caress her breast, she just knew it, knew it without any shadow of a doubt. And for some unexplainable reason it didn’t seem wrong. It didn’t seem naughty or inappropriate. And it didn’t make her feel guilty or worried. No, she was slowly realising, it felt right, it felt appropriate and she knew that it would feel good. Mandy had gone onto a sort of auto pilot after she’d taken the bold step to push the arms of the robe off Sara’s shoulders. She stopped thinking and just let her instincts take over. So without worrying at all about the consequences she bared her friend’s breasts and joined her in gazing at them for what seemed an age. And then, still working on instinct with her hands feeling as if they were being guided, by some other force than her desires Mandy saw one of them stroke across the swell of Sara’s left breast. Just softly. Just the back of her fingers. It made Sara’s body jerk. The sudden jolt of sensation made her back straighten and push against her friend’s full breasts. The combination of Mandy’s breasts on her head and hand on her boob was very powerful. A small whimper escaped from her lips as both she and the other woman watched the hand grasp the entire breast. Watched as it stroked it, cupped it and fondled it. “Oooooooo,” Sara sighed leaning back more firmly as she saw the other hand move to her other breast. “Mandy, Mandy,” she breathed. “Oh Sara,” Mandy whispered back the sensations rushing from her hands throughout her body as she fondled her friends breasts. “Is this OK Sar, is it?” “Oh, I don’t know, er yes, no. I can’t say Mandy,” Sara garbled back, her entire body being taken over by such strong feelings. Sara watched, totally transfixed, as both of her friend’s hand cupped her breasts. She watched as they fondled them as Liam used to and as Barry and Grant had. She saw them stroking her and she saw Mandy’s head move forward until her lips reached her head. She saw and felt all of that. The softness of her friend’s hands and fingers on her flesh and the gentle lips on her head. The sensations were many and varied and they roared through her. Mandy felt Sara responding. She felt her body stiffen not, she hoped with repulsion. She heard the gasps slipping from her friend’’ mouth and she felt Sara’s head push back against her mouth. She kissed the golden hair and the scalp she’d just been massaging as she gently caressed the breasts that had been in her mind so frequently of late. “Oh, oh,” Sara whimpered as wave after wave of changing sensations washed over her. She didn’t know what to think or feel. “Another woman is touching my tits,” she pondered knowing that she was liking it and accepting it for she wasn’t resisting. “She’s caressing me, Mandy, my friend is stroking my breasts” she recognised knowing that she was already responding to it. “Oh God how has this happened?” she asked herself aware that even as she thought that she was pressing her boobs against Mandy’s hand. Mandy was flooded with relief, joy and extreme sexual arousal at how things were going. Sara’s breasts looked and felt every bit as wonderful as she’d visualised them in her mind and her acceptance so far of the advances made Mandy think that perhaps they would make complete love. “Oh Sar,” Mandy whispered standing upright again, “You’re so beautiful, I’ve thought about you so much.” They’re eyes met again in the mirror and they simply looked lovingly at each other Sara was confused by what was happening. On the one hand it seemed as though it had just happened yet on the other it was almost as if it had been planned. She didn’t know whether perhaps she’d caused it, for she’d been having those tremors of arousal as Mandy had dried her hair, or whether Mandy had. She just didn’t know. But what she did know was that what Mandy was doing to her was so exciting and the last thing she wanted was for her to stop. All the pangs of her frustration were surfacing and her friend was helping her fight them and, she felt, would probably help her overcome them. She watched Mandy’s hands slide down her front and looked at them as they fumbled at the tie of the robe. “She’s going to undress me, I’m going to be naked in front of her,” she thought almost as if she was watching a film and it was happening to someone else. Mandy was whispering, “So beautiful Sara, so wonderful you figure is amazing. I want to see all of you. Can I darling, can I see you beautiful body? Mandy had been seeing absolutely no resistance from her friend and she’d become bolder and had, without really thinking, decided to push things a little. Slipping the tie undone she looked at Sara whose eyes she saw were watching her hands. She slowly opened the robe and slid it down Sara’s back until her lovely slim, naked body was reflecting back at her from the mirror. “You really are so beautiful Sar,” she breathed,” so slim and so adorable.” Her eyes roamed down her friend’s body taking in the almost totally flat stomach, the pertly, pointed pink tipped boobs and the lithe thighs stretching away from the little triangle of blonde hair. “I’m not like you, though Mandy,” Sara said softly, “I don’t have the figure you have.” “Oh but yours is fabulous,” Mandy breathed. “And so is yours Mandy.” Feeling boldened even more by the response Mandy looked right at the other woman as her hand found the bow on the tie if her robe. A pull and a quick shrug and her silk robe fluttered to the floor. “Yes Mandy, yes,” Sara breathed seeing her friend in the black bra and thong, “you are beautiful.” “Stand up darling,” Mandy said pulling at Sara’s shoulder and making her stand in front of looking into the mirror. The two women were then standing together. Very closely together. The more curvaceous, chestnut haired one was standing behind the slimmer blonde. She had her arms around her. Her full breasts were just brushing the blonde woman’s back, her tummy was touching the pert bottom. The more curvaceous one was holding the breasts of the slimmer one as she said. “Sara I want to make love to you.” The words crashed into the blonde’s mind. They hit her so hard. They were such dramatic words. Almost unthinkable that they were being said to her by her friend. They were outrageous words but, somehow, they didn’t seem wrong. They didn’t shock her or worry her. No, to Sara, who Mandy had been priming all day just for this moment, they seemed right and completely proper. A little whimper came from her mouth as she leaned back against her friend’s soft and yielding body. A little sigh escaped as she felt the full, soft breasts pressing into her back. A low moan slid out as one of Mandy’s hand slid down her body until it was touching her mound. And then in the mirror she saw her lips forming a soft. “Yes Mandy, please make love to me.”