4 comments/ 30351 views/ 1 favorites A Conversation Online with Rose By: sarahloveitt Apart from one anonymous person who thought my story about Kim was 'a load of shit', the story 'disjointed and stupid' and my writing 'pathetic' (these people are never courageous enough to say give their name!), it was well received, with some 20,000 'hits' in the first week, many of you asking me for more. So here we go with another lady who was eager to explore her sexuality, but didn't quite have the courage. Rose wrote to me after reading my vicar's wife stories, and plucked up courage to chat with me online, sending email exchanges, and me trying to encourage her to find a lady friend. I think this is a beautiful story, which stretched over almost three months. I have edited it for continuity, but use Rose's own words where appropriate - though her real name and those of others involved, have been changed to protect the guilty - except mine! I also changed the title of the series. Passages from emails are shown in 'single' quotation marks, whilst dialogue is shown in "double" quotation marks. A CONVERSATION ONLINE WITH ROSE Rose is in her late forties. Having been married for twenty-five years, she is very happy with a good job and settled home life. Rose has never been unfaithful to her husband - or at least, not in a physical way. But over the last couple of years or so, she has been emotionally unfaithful to him quite a lot, since finally accepting having had crushes on a variety of girls and women throughout her life. Rose had never made love with another woman, but would now certainly like to, which is a lot closer to actually doing it than it was two years ago. But even though she never expected to fulfil her ambition, she knows that lying alone with just fantasies and stories can take her close to a kind of ecstasy she never once dreamed of. And even that is something she would never once have dreamed of admitting - but now, getting on for fifty, she just loves masturbating to fantasies of lesbian love. It was so liberating for her to actually admit that. So, yes, she just loves masturbating while imagining herself inside erotic stories, or even imagining making herself come while e-mailing another lady doing the same. A kind of mutual online masturbation which many of us really enjoy. I explained to Rose that it isn't unusual for some ladies to realize that, whilst they are very attracted to another, they don't quite have the confidence to develop the relationship, even if the attraction seems mutual. Others besides Rose have written to me about it. With my own present lover the attraction just happened - we saw it in each other's eyes, then we touched, we kissed, we explored each other's body, we made love. Not all at once, but within a fairy short space of time. (I wrote about it in one of my stories!) I think we both instinctively knew what we wanted and both had that very important trust in the other. It's not as though it's being unfaithful to your husband - it's a different kind of attraction altogether. But that was the start of a whole new understanding of sex for me - and I realized what it was I'd been unknowingly yearning for for many years. Another woman. Several readers, like Rose, tell me how much they envy me my real vicar's wife experience. Most are unsure whether or not that could or would happen to them. They may have met a few women with whom they would have loved making love, but didn't really feel anything in return to suggest the feeling was reciprocated. That could just be nervousness on their part, but what probably is the thing that really worries them, is getting it wrong. Either doing something with the wrong woman and regretting it, or trying to get too close to someone who doesn't want it. If you think another woman just might fancy you, I told Rose, send her signals - give her that special 'come-hither' look. Hold her hand a bit longer than normal - touch her arm softly, with a slight stroke. When you kiss her cheek, hold it a bit longer. If you can kiss her lips without embarrassment, press them a little harder than usual. Look into her eyes and see if she's reciprocating. Don't rush it, and always leave room for her to back off without causing embarrassment. That's what it's all about - being comfortable together. Then ... well, ask her round for coffee. To continue Rose's story in her own words, quoting from her email: 'I had a delicious time with myself Saturday afternoon. It wasn't until I started to explore the fantasies of lesbian love, that it began to fascinate me more and more. I had never really masturbated much at all, but I can't tell you how wonderful I find it now. I actually got up the courage to chat to a lady online. After an initial embarrassment, she made me feel comfortable. Having her there, so to speak, while I masturbated obviously made it far more real than lying alone with just thoughts and fantasies in my head for inspiration, I don't think I did very much for her. Tell me Sarah, do you really push down your panties when asked? Then imagine being licked by the lady's tongue while you made yourself come? 'For my part, I confess to having my fingers between my thighs long before she suggested I should! God, if lesbian sex can be that good virtually, how gorgeous it must be for real. Yet, even though I can make that conclusion from all the fantasies I have explored, I still doubt I'll ever find the courage, let alone the lady to do it with. I understand the advice you sent me, but understanding it and using it are poles apart.' After exchanging emails one Saturday morning, Rose told me that she masturbated for me, and it was delicious and special for her. She went upstairs and undressed, very slowly, very sexily stroking and feeling her warm nakedness like she would so adore having a lover do ... having me do for her really. Kneeling on the bed, face buried between the pillows which I imagined to be my thighs, one hand caressing her bosom, the other dancing around her pussy, she made herself come so much, dreaming I was there, watching her - being watched is another favorite fantasy. I have to say that, the women who contact me are all masturbation enthusiasts. I guess that's one of the reasons they read my stories. Some admit to daily orgasms - some more than one! It is a wonderful feeling - and one that a mere man can't really do for you. I often lie in bed in the morning in that half-awake stage, and dream of my internet friends, hand on warm, damp vulva. Mm. I can imagine watching Rose lying on the bed, eyes screwed tight, worshiping her vulva - because they it's really worth making love to - yes, worshiping! Adoring! I think you must adore your pussy. It gives back such a lot in the way of enjoyment, doesn't it? In my mind's eye, I watch Rose pleasure herself - skirt round her waist, knickers round her ankles, hand exploring the inner flesh of her pussy, exploring every crevice - every little hollow, pulling the labia, rubbing the little clit - then I could join in, getting my face between her thighs, studying her vulva at close quarters, watching the special juices oozing from her vagina. Then I would snake out my tongue, and scoop it up to taste the delightful juices , before kissing and licking her pussy until she trembles with lust, reaching deep into her belly for the final tumult, whilst fingering her nipples, and breasts. They are very gorgeous breasts, and love being played with, she tells me. I explained to Rose that having sex with another woman is an out-of-this-world experience. Heavenly! So much better than a man - different - lovely - unselfish. 'There, Rose,' I email her, 'I hope I can hear you moaning - ready to come for Sarah. Rub your vulva all over my face darling - hard - until you jerk around like a rag doll unable to control your orgasm. Mm. that was lovely. Let's meet for a chat online.' Rose replied. 'Thank you for the 'chat' invitation. I don't think I quite understood what to do with it, but think I have now accepted it, which would mean we could chat if you were around some time? I really do think I would like to do that, though I think I will also need some help and leading. Would you do that for me? 'In thinking about what I might hope you would say and help me do through chat, I feel I am discovering more about my lesbian interest. Whilst I have never really been submissive within my marriage, I feel more and more certain that I would like to be with another lady. Quite often, after I have lain alone and made myself come imagining myself watching gorgeous ladies making love, I let my fingers slowly slide in and around my juicy vagina while imagining myself being caressed and used by some of the women I have fantasized about. 'Indeed, I did that this morning. As soon as my husband went out I made love with myself, in the sitting room this time. I couldn't wait. I had a deliciously raunchy time. We have an old leather Chesterfield and I suddenly felt the need to ride the arm like it might be your thigh, coming creamily in no time. I then imagined I heard your voice telling me to take off my panties, lie them in the floor and kneel to kiss and lick my own come from them like I was kissing and licking another woman. Oh, it was so real. I suddenly got so excited that I sucked my panties into my mouth, rolled on my back and fingered myself to a second, quite violent orgasm. 'It was beautiful, but frustrating also. I wanted someone to join me, to seduce me and undress me and enjoy me. I wanted someone to unbutton my blouse, ease my breasts out from my bra and caress my nipples. I have quite large breasts and, I think, nipples. I am, in truth Sarah, a little overweight I guess but generally in proportion and curvy, I think. Anyway, the point I'm not making very clear is that I buy a D cup but am really somewhere between a C and a D, meaning you could easily slide your hand inside my bra to caress and have me, if you wanted. And that even when I'm very aroused my nipples are more like strawberries that raspberries. And what I really want is for someone to come and find me, just like you suggest in your e-mail, lying submissively in the woods, with my legs open and my blouse half undone. Gosh, the thought of masturbating for you for real is so exciting, I really want to do it Sarah, really want to be naughty and wet for you while you squeeze my breasts and coil your fingers around my nipples. That would be wonderful.' 'Well, Rose, you had such a lovely time. I'm sorry I couldn't be with you. Now large C/D breasts sound just gorgeous - with strawberry nipples, all swollen and pitted. I could really get those into my mouth and suck them dry, whilst teasing your labia with my fingers. I think they must be fleshy and floppy - just right for chewing with my lips when I've finished for the time being with your nipples. I'll try to help you feel comfortable in the chat. in fact, if you just go along the lines of your imagination, taste my vulva and fondle my breasts until you masturbate me to a lovely orgasm. Meantime, I shall slip my hand into the top of your bra and squeeze your soft breasts before dipping my head under your skirt to the fork of your thighs - to inhale the sweet odor of your pussy - your wet, dripping pussy. When are you available to come with me?' Some days later I emailed Rose. 'Hi Rose. Shall we chat on line?' And Rose signed in to messenger. We chatted! "Hello Sarah, how are you? I am at home this morning, so I thought I would ..." "Er ... have some fun with yourself?" "Yes! - how did you guess?" "Are you ready for more?" "If you are ready to help me." "Well imagine me just sitting beside you on the leather chesterfield with my arm round your shoulders - can I slip my other hand down your top - are you wearing a blouse?" "Yes, a navy blue blouse. A little low cut, actually!" "I can feel your heavy breasts nice and warm and soft - and that lovely nipple - stiffening already - does that make you feel horny?" "Yes, but I did anyway! - shall I unbutton my blouse?" "Oo - yes please then I can see what a wonderful breasts you have - shall I unfasten the bra?" "It fastens at the front, will you kiss me?" "My face is close to yours - I"m about to softly kiss your lips whilst I finger your nipples - my tongue pushing into your mouth - then your ears and neck." "Mmm, yes, I often dream of kissing another woman, I mean really kissing, our hands caressing each other while I unfasten my clothes ready to ..." "Kissing your face, lips, ears. Then down your neck to the top of your boobs." "I've undone my blouse and bra for you." "What superb - wonderful breasts!" "My breasts are free, my nipples ... well - warm, big and begging to be touched." " I wish mine were bigger - let me weigh them in the palm of my hand - mmm yes - warm and soft and heavy." "Are you thinking of me stroking you? - would you let me?" "Where would you like to stroke me Rose?" "Sarah, what a question - I ought to say gently, everywhere ..." "Shall take my knickers off for you?" "I really ache to caress a woman between her thighs. Feel her vulva." "Gosh, would you really? - yes yes - it's a wonderful feeling - I shall slip my hand under the hem of your dress - stroke your inner thighs - you are a very warm person Rose - your skin smells lovely - what perfume are you wearing?" "Chanel." "So erotic!" "Between my breasts - which I want to squeeze - while I squeeze my thighs." "Ah - now I can really see your chubby thighs and boobs." "God! this is naughty, I'm sitting here with my breasts open, and my legs apart..." "Suckling them whilst my fingers ease their way into your knickers." "Do you masturbate when you chat? I want to!!" "Usually - I certainly finger myself ..." "Are you wet?" "My fingers are busy with your labia" "I'm still quite juicy from earlier." "Gosh Rose - you're wet through already - I am as well!! That's great - I can slide a finger inside your vagina." "Oh Sarah, can you feel my clitoris? I 'm so swollen and tender and ready." "I can finger fuck you whilst my thumb rubs your clit - rolling round the little stiff bud." "Oh that would be gorgeous - I think ..." "Your little nub of pleasure - I can feel your thighs trembling Rose." "Push your fingers inside my knickers - please!" "Yes - you"re trembling with lust - I shall drag your knickers down." "Oh, please do that - make me yours - undress me Sarah." "Mmm - now I can actually see that gorgeous pussy." "I am quite hairy - sort of darkish brown still but quite a lot of grey - my pussy is getting very wet - so are my fingers." "Taste your fingers for me - now my face is between your thighs." "Do you like a thick bush?" "I love hairy ladies - you can feel my breath on your vulva - I can smell your juices - your very private scent." "Its so thrilling - wow this is good ..." "Pushing my nose into the top of your vulva - against your clit." "I'm rubbing myself so hard!" "You're squirming - can you feel the orgasm rising - deep in your belly ..." "Twisting a lot, yes!" "Muscles tensing - my tongue is now in your vagina - with one hand on your clit ..." "Yes, I can imagine you licking me." "And the other on your bum - you like fingers in your bum - an anal finger-fuck - one finger fucking your bum - my tongue in your vagina fucking away - and one rubbing your clit - are you playing with your breasts - imagine my finger in your bum?" "I'm making myself come - soon ..." "Come on then Rose ..." "So good ..." "Come for Sarah." "I want it so... really want it." "Come on then Rose - your juices are so delicious." "Got my legs open wide for you Sarah ..." "I could eat you all day ... come on... " "My climax - nearly there ..." "Chew your soft fleshy labia ..." "COMING ..." "I can feel your muscles jerking - come on - aargh - yes yes YES YES YES - come Rose - come for Sarah - rubbing my pussy against your thigh - my juices are smeared over you - your juices are trickling into my mouth - come - come - come." "Sara-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah..." There is a lengthy pause. "Phew Rose ... mmmm ... a few quiet moments to return to normal ... was that good? - wow - that didn't take long darling." "Oh, Sarah! That was so very good, I've just come so wonderfully. I really enjoyed that - thank you so very very much. I wanted to make myself come for you Sarah, wanted to do it dreaming you'd let me stroke and caress your pussy, slide my fingers inside you and maybe kiss you there at the same time?" "Well, you made me come as well!" Rose emailed me the next day. 'Dearest Sarah. Just had to send you something to say I have just enjoyed the most delicious time thinking about you. After you signed off I undressed completely, down here in the study, and wandered the house naked for a while, caressing and carrying my heavy breasts, rolling my large nipples between my fingers and thumbs while longing to let you feel me, have me, take me. On the stairs I stopped, knelt down, my bosom resting on the soft carpet, and played with my bottom a while, teasing myself, pulling my buttocks apart, pressing into myself before pushing a single finger in deep. It was so sexy, odd at first, but I kept with it knowing how much you wanted to do that to me. And, all of a sudden, it felt fantastic, my bottom felt warm and dirty in a sensual, sexual kind of a way. I made love to myself like that for a few minutes, feeling myself coming. Then, I just needed the real thing. I rushed up to the bedroom, threw myself on the bed and took myself with such a wildness, such a ferocity that when I came it was sensational, an explosion of mind-numbing intensity. My body shook, my nipples felt like they would burst, my clitoris like she would cry, my juicy, succulent vagina like she would cream forever.' I suggested that she looked out for a suitable girlie lover. There are plenty around whose sex life is a bit stale and in need of a bit of excitement. She might even find someone like me who lives nearby and is happy to enter into a physical relationship with her. Though I urge caution if you do! Best to find someone you know. 'Dearest Sarah. You are so right about the intensity of my recent orgasms. I find it hard to explain to myself, but as I have let my imagination wander deeper and deeper into the desires I have for other women I have made myself come with incredible power - and regularity. I think we chatted on one particularly wonderful day, when I got so excited, no hungry and horny, that I couldn't stop masturbating. Again and again I took myself, all around the house, dreaming myself into the arms of beautiful woman after beautiful woman, till late in the afternoon I found you and gave myself to you completely. Of course, you couldn't see me, but I was naked, rude and wild for you, truly I was. 'Sometimes I laugh at myself, call myself silly for becoming so infatuated with lesbian desire at my age, for throwing myself at ladies like you. Then I remember the sheer thrill of making myself come believing the fingers inside me belong to a lady lover and all is well. I have started also to become just a little more daring. I recently spent hours trying on clothes in different stores, just for the thrill of being half-undressed half the time with a number of similarly exposed women. I even followed a couple through to the M&S café and gently (slyly) played with myself through my skirt while I watched them chatting, imaging them as respectable women like me flirting, trying to sound each other out, trying to find the right words to say how much they wanted to take the other home and make love before the routine of their married lives kicked back in. 'And of course, other times, when I am alone and free, I make love to myself with such passion that I cannot help but come with magnificent violence. And one day, maybe soon, I feel I will enjoy that pleasure with another. Indeed, almost like one of the stories I have enjoyed, I am starting to feel that something is building between me and the lady who runs the small dress shop in the nearby town. I've only recently started to visit the shop and have no experience of establishing a relationship with a lady. But, I was in there on Friday as the only customer and just felt something more than friendliness in the attention she gave me in the shop and in the changing area. It was something about the way she looked at me, after gazing at my bosom. You said it's all in the eyes. I asked her to put some things by saying I'd go back tomorrow. I wonder?' A Conversation Online with Rose The following Saturday morning she send me another message. 'I'm so nervous! - not least because I am so excited and horny. My husband went out just after 12 and I have to confess to doing some very naughty and delicious things to myself for an hour or so afterwards. I had a wonderful orgasm earlier, sitting just on the edge of the patio with my skirt up high to accept the sun's warmth inside my pussy - I think I wanted to get caught, wanted someone walking through the field behind the garden to watch me. I think I really wanted it to be the lady from the shop so I wouldn't then have to worry about how I was going to tell her what kind of womanly thoughts now fill my mind. 'I think our previous chats have given me the confidence to be brave later on. I am so determined to let her see - and hopeful caress - my naked bosom, and feel right now that I will be able to use any opportunity to slip off the dress and stand before her in just the ivory silk knickers I'm wearing. God, please that she brushes her fingers against my pudenda.' 'Rose darling, I thought about you all afternoon - visualizing you masturbating on the patio with your skirt round your waist without a care about who might see you pleasuring yourself. It must have been a very fulfilling orgasm! I know how you must have felt! If I've been able to help dispel any of your nervousness, I'm so happy! I feel sure that the lady from the shop would not refuse you. I think it was the look in her eyes you told me about, as you bared your bosom. Eyes don't lie! She was feeling as horny as you, I would guess, but perhaps just as nervous - not sure whether or not you were up for it!' 'Oh my dearest, dearest Sarah. Yes, something did happen yesterday. It was wonderful and delicate and, in its very subtle way, as fulfilling as any moment in my life. The magic is still with me, yet as much as I know I simply must repeat it, I know also that my longing for moments of lesbian love need not and will not question my love for my husband. 'I did not get to make fully committed naked love with Janet - the lady's name - as such. Partly, that is because it is clear to me now that she is as much trying to explore her sexuality as I am. Actually, despite the boldness of her touch the first time, I now know that she is - or was - more troubled and hesitant than me. All of which makes me all the more proud and incredulous - that she should first find the courage to explore with me! That said, insofar as we did talk - and actually, we spoke remarkably little - she told me she just felt there was something about me, something in my eyes and my manner, that suggested I would not push her away. 'Anyway, the fitting went pretty much as I planned it. I walked out of the cubicle with the dress on, but with the neck untied. I held the bodice over my breasts until I was in front of the mirror with her behind and, as she took hold of the ties I let go, letting the front fall down to just below my nipples. I watched her eyes, which stared at my breasts while she slowly pulled the ties together. I could feel her breath quickening on my neck as she fixed the dress. Then, with a noticeable quiver in her voice she said something like, "OK, let's see," while examining the fit around my bosom made by the alteration she'd completed. "See," she whispered proudly while tracing her finger around the curve of the material as it ran from my shoulders down beneath my arm and round to my back. '"Yes," I agreed, "that's much better, I don't feel as though my breasts will fall out the side." 'She smiled sweetly. '"I'm still not sure about being braless though," I said honestly. '"Oh, but you have such the right figure for this dress," she said as though she really meant it. "It would be a shame to lose the smoothness where the dress touches your bosom." That's when she began to caress me. 'I said "that's nice," before I was even sure that it was! And once I knew it was exactly what I wanted I reached up and untied the dress and closed my eyes while her hands slipped inside the dress to caress me fondly and fabulously. After a moment I heard the church bells chiming 4 and, with a confidence I've never known before whispered, "should you lock up?" I watched the smile bloom on her face in the mirror. She was back in moments and, having held the dress in place while she was gone I let it fall now and watched her hands enjoy me. "That's so nice," I said again. We stayed like that for a minute or so. No words being said, just our breathing breaking the silence till, determined now not to lose the chance I'd dreamed of so much, I whispered, "I've been thinking of this all week." While she sighed how much she'd done the same I reached around and half undid the zip at the side and then pressed against her right hand to drive it down my body. 'Then, standing there in front of the mirror, our eyes smiling to each other, her left hand caressing my bosom, I let her make me come. Oh Sarah, it was so glorious. Her fingers trembled nervously as they slipped inside my knickers but she didn't stop, from somewhere she found the courage and her fingers found my clitoris and - well, it didn't take long! We stood still for a while after I came, then we spoke a little and ... well, she has a new line coming in on Thursday, I promised to go see her again next Saturday, just about 4! Oh, I am so happy. My husband has been out playing cricket since just before twelve and I thought of nothing but yesterday's orgasm since. My pussy is so wet it is adorable!' I replied: 'Wow Rose darling. What a beautiful email. So exciting! I am so very very thrilled for you - and for Janet as well. I can fully understand your feelings - and the magic - the ecstasy - the sheer bliss - of the moment her fingers actually touched your most sensitive wet private part. Oh so ready for it! Gosh, you must have burst into an intense orgasm at the mere touch. In fact, I actually cried for you both when I read about it. It was so wonderful that you finally fulfilled your deepest desire, and in such a lovely sensitive manner. 'Well, I guess there's no going back now - it's going to prove to be a real life-changing experience for you. A heart stopping moment. But I can imagine - having been there myself - that first time was something very special for me as well. You now have a real live memory to relive for your sexual satisfaction. Gosh, you must hardly be able to stop masturbating after that session. I imagine Janet had a beautiful fulfilling experience as well. It sounds as though she too was desperate for a lesbian experience - it was so good that the two of you found each other. I can only say that I am so pleased - nay, proud at the small part I played in helping you to fulfil your dreams Rose. I'm so proud of you - and of the courage you showed. Here's to next Saturday!' 'Dear Sarah. I have to say, I simply cannot stop smiling at the moment, no matter where I am, or who I'm with, or what trouble might be around, I think of last Saturday and I smile. And then, to read that my pleasure excited you to the point that you were 'dripping wet and horny' - well, I'm hugely flattered. You must have so much stimulation, what with your imagination and your lovers and your e-mailing admirers. Given how many times I have masturbated thinking of you - including that heavenly crazy day when I just could not stop myself - well, as I said, I'm so flattered.' Well, Rose was really looking forward to next Saturday She was also a little nervous of course, which is only natural - wondering if it would be as easy and good between them, or if they might both feel a little inhibited, embarrassed. Time will tell. Rose didn't really know what to hope for or expect, though believing that she and Janet may be perfect for each other - old enough and patient enough to let things move very slowly. Just to stand with Rose letting Janet caress her breasts awhile before slipping her fingers inside her knickers, around the clitoris and down between the labia would be gorgeous. To have Janet to maybe be more daring, driving her fingers deep inside her, would be wonderful, but she needs to try not to climax so quickly! A final message of success! We exchanged emails. 'Sarah - oh we did it, we did it - I'm feeling so sexy, I really want to masturbate with you again, right now! My nipples are lovely and warm, spread inside my bra while my pussy is so excited, her lips are trembling and my clitoris is so tender, waiting for my fingers. I'm sitting here in nothing but a thin gown thinking of you again - shall I come for you again.' 'Rose - does thinking about me really get you so horny? Even though you now have Janet's pussy to remember - getting her so wet and sopping in your fingers! While Janet is fondling your breasts, caress the cheeks her bottom very lightly with the tips of your fingers. When you feel the little jerks in her loins, slip your hands beneath her dress and you'll find her knickers warm and damp - waiting for you to finger her labia. Oh yes Rose - I just know you'll have a fantastic experience tomorrow. That first touch of a new woman's labia is heart-stoppingly beautiful and blissful. I think I shall go for another one soon. Have an out-of-this-world experience! You'll remember it all your life.' 'Thank you, I just know it will be wonderful. I've been so excited - and wet! - thinking about it all day. I had a beautiful orgasm, and would have gladly done it again with you in the afternoon if you'd wanted. I want Janet so, but I also adore sitting here, my blouse unbuttoned, my knickers off ... playing with myself just for you. Whenever I finger myself these days I close my eyes and believe it is you doing it to me. Oh Sarah, I'm in heaven!! 'Sarah. It was wonderful, glorious, unbelievable! I was so excited all day that I simply could not stop myself leaving for Hove after lunch. So, I had over an hour to kill - which dragged so slowly. I went to Janet's shop just after quarter to four - I could not wait a second longer. She was serving two women when I walked in, but when she saw me, when our eyes met, her face beamed with a kind of shy, nervous smile. '"Hello Mrs X, she said rather formally, I'll be with you shortly." 'I wandered her shop for a few minutes, my heart pounding. I found what I guessed were the new dresses she was expecting - and really liked one in a sort of off-white, like ivory, with a thin blue stripe. I thought the fit would work for me - and the fact that it buttoned all the way down excited me more. As I sensed that the two women were getting ready to go I picked up my size and wandered across to the lingerie. 'Janet locked the door behind her women and seemed to dance across to me. Quite naturally, though it's hardly something I'm used to doing with a shop assistant, we met with a little hug. 'She whispered "that'll look wonderful on you, I just know it." We stood silent a moment, just staring at each other, our thoughts suddenly making us nervous I guess. '"Shall I try it on," I said at last, my voice husky with tension and, of course, desire. 'Oh Sarah, I wanted her so. She looked so beautiful, so kind, so warm - but I didn't know how to say that straight off. Anyway, with a sudden flash of fearless inspiration I looked at the rail of expensive undies and added, "of course, one has to think carefully about what to wear underneath a dress this light." '"Yes," she smiled, "I'll find you something here while you go and change." 'So, I went to the changing rooms and hurried took off - everything! I put on the dress, suddenly felt a little 'obvious' so quickly buttoned it up. It fitted wonderfully - which was a bit of a disappointment as it meant I wouldn't need any alterations. Still, while it was hardly see-through or anything even under the dull light in the changing room I could see the outline of my large dark nipples, which suddenly hardened like pebbles as I heard her voice asking how it was. 'I stepped out to meet her - she was holding an off-white silk cami and a pair of matching knickers. "Oh yes," she smiled, "that looks so good, come see." She led me over to the mirror that has been in my mind all week - 'our' mirror. Hanging the undies on the side she whispered, "we can try those later," and then, just as last week, she stood behind me and, in an instant, went from being a dress-maker to a lover. 'For a few moments her hands gently outlined the key features of the fit as she described them in a sexy whisper, and then, as if taken by a passion that just could not wait another second she started to caress me again, like last week, lovingly squeezing my breasts through the dress. '"Is this OK?" she asked hesitantly, like she was really worried I might not want to do again what we'd done before. '"Y-yes," I said simply, my smile and beating heart telling her all she needed to know. '"I've been thinking of you all day," she whispered. '"And I've been thinking of you all week," I smiled, loving the feel of her hands on my breasts, "I so wanted this again", I added huskily. 'She caressed me in silence for a moment, till, taking the lead I guess, I began to unbutton the dress. "I adore your breasts" she sighed, melting my heart. "Oh Janet," I kind of half whispered, half sobbed, "I cannot tell you how wonderful it feels having you touching me like this." 'While she continued to caress my bosom, her eyes sparkling I swear, I continued to unbutton the dress, till she could see my naked pussy. '"Mmm," she sighed simply, if a little salaciously. '"I thought my black knickers wouldn't look good," I joked. '"Maybe not," she smiled while sliding her hand quite quickly, urgently down to my pussy. '"Oh yes," I moaned as she began to play with me, "that's so nice, so ..." 'And while she played with me we spoke, unlike the previous time. Over and over, between excited moans, I told her how good she felt, how much I wanted to come for her, how much I'd been thinking or her, while she whispered how much she loved my pussy, how warm and soft and wet I felt ... and as I was starting to come I told her how I'd been doing it to myself all week, thinking of her, wanting her, and she told me she'd been doing the same, there in front of the mirror. And as I came I cried out my thanks and my desire, begging her to finger me hard while I came. 'And then I whispered, "let me do it for you." And with come oozing from me I turned my face to hers and we kissed. 'Gosh, it was sensational. And as we kissed we embraced, my naked body against her, my throbbing pussy against her dress. And as we embraced I tried to unzip her dress, making a bit of a fumbling mess but she helped, reaching behind her to complete the job and then stepping back to let the thing fall off the front. 'And so she stood with me in just her bra and knickers and I cried, tears of joy and excitement crawling down my cheeks. She unfastened her bra and let that fall way - she has the sweetest, most delicate breasts, Sarah, perfectly round with little wrinkles into her taut little nipples. '"I want to kiss you," I sighed, meaning that I wanted to kiss her nipples, but her mind was elsewhere. She took my hand and led me down to a couch, took off her knickers and sat on the edge with her legs just a little apart, her trimmed grey bush parted to expose a slim, pink juicy piece of heaven. 'I let my dress fall away - I needed to be naked with her - and then feel to my knees, my heart pounding wildly now as I kissed her pussy. Oh Sarah, I know you've done it a hundred times, but will anything ever beat that first taste? Like me, she cried, I mean really sobbed, when she came - and her come was the loveliest taste I've ever known. I smeared the juice I wiped from my mouth over my breasts and came home with her taste still fresh in my mouth and her scent fragrant on my body - and with another new dress. Till next week!' What a wonderful ecstatic experience for Rose. Yes - that first time touching another woman's vulva, all slippy and warm and excitable, is the most delicious moment. Then that first taste of her secret juices. Words can't really describe the sheer joy in your heart. But I explained to Rose that it happens like that every time - at least, it does with me. As my fingers touch the very center of her being, my heart stops and I gasp in total admiration at one of the loveliest wonders of the natural world. So far as I know the relationship is still flourishing, though it seems that Jane is the jealous and possessive type!