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A Woman's Touch

By: ultrachic



This is my very first submission on Literotica. I've been writing erotic stories since I was a teen and I've been a fan of the audio stories on this site for about four years now.

I really hope all who choose to have a listen will enjoy it. But remember, it's my very first story so please be gentle and kind!!

Thank you!

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A Woman's Touch



I sit on the bed, nervous as she undresses. I glance over at her in time to see her beautiful rose colored nipples, the candlelight glowing off of her skin. She looks at me and smiles. Slowly she walks toward me and sits down on the bed next to me. She reaches for my hand but I pull away. She leans closer and presses her velvety, soft lips to mine, gently kissing me.

As we both become more and more aroused, my hands venture over to her full firm womanly breasts, pinching her hardened nipples and kneading the soft flesh. She moans and slowly puts my hand down beside me. She stands up and pulls my shirt over my head, I put my arms up to help her through the process. She slowly unbuttons my jeans and gently pulls them down over my hips, the rough fabric grazing my silky skin. I pull my arms up to cover my breast as blood rushes to my face, my brain just now becoming aware of my vulnerability. She smiles and slowly pushes my arms back down by my sides. I watch her as she slowly slides her hand down her ivory skin, gliding down her flat stomach, past her pelvic bone and she gently teases her shaved pussy lips. She parts her them and very, very slowly slides her fingers inside her already dripping cunt. Gently, she offers her fingers to me, allowing me to taste her warm juice and I eagerly lick them, loving the sweet tangy flavor of her. 

My wet, hot, coarse tongue slides in between her fingers and my tongue slowly licks a trail up and down them. Soft moans slip past her lips, her eyes closed. She slowly pulls her hand away and her wet fingers slide down my collar bone, her nails softly grazing my skin, down my chest to my aching nipples. She pinches them hard and I wince a little but love the feelings she is sending through my body. I feel the wetness between my legs grow. She lays one hand flat against my skin and glides it down my body, over my stomach, down my thighs, teasing every inch of my skin. Her tongue follows suit. Painstakingly, she works her way down to my hot, dripping wet pussy. I lean back with a moan as her head goes between my milky white thighs. The first flick of her tongue over my swollen clit sends waves of ecstasy over every inch of my skin. Her tongue continues feasting on my flesh, flicking back and forth, as I feel her fingers at my entrance. A loud moan escapes my lips as I feel her first two fingers slip inside my wet passage. 

"I want to watch you play with your nipples while I tongue fuck your tight little cunt," she says as she continues to finger fuck me, adding another finger. 

Her tongue licks its way down my pussy, slow long licks as she finds her way to my wet entrance, as it replaces her fingers. She stops and seductively looks into my eyes.

"Do you want to taste me?," she says as she licks her lips. 

I blush and moan, nodding nervously.

She smiles again, her bright white teeth gleaming and her rose red lips turning up slightly at the corners. We switch positions, I softly kiss her moist lips, tasting my myself on her. My hot coarse tongue swirling with hers, my tongue lightly tracing the line of her lips, her soft pants and moans floating across my skin. I kiss my way down her throat, my tongue leaving shiny wet trails across her skin. Growing bolder and more confident in my actions, I encircle my tongue around her hard, rosy pink nipple and lightly flick it against her skin. Back and forth......back and forth. Her moans fill my ears and set my body afire. 

My fingers slowly move down to in between her spread legs and lightly touch her pussy lips. Just barely touching her, I run my fingers up and down and gently over her clit. I shove three fingers into her already dripping wet passage, my fingers curving up to hit her G-spot. She screams in pleasure and jerks on the bed, moving her hips. My tongue moves over her clit as I pump her cunt with my fingers. I bite down hard on it and she screams again.

"So.........close," she says in between loud moans.

She moves out from under my tongue and removes my fingers from her. She sits up on the bed and pulls me beside her. She softly caresses my face, staring into my eyes. My emotions run rampant as I stare into her lovely blue depths. My chest flutters slightly and she smiles that dazzling smile, pulling me close to her. She gently kisses my lips, her kiss just a whisper. 

"Close your eyes," she says as she breaks the kiss and scoots off the bed. 

I close my eyes as I hear rummaging for something.

"Okay, open your eyes."

She stands before me, her lovely breasts jutting out, a strap on strapped around her waist. The 8 inch cock standing out, the veins thick and looking very prominent. My pussy convulses just from thinking about what she is about to do to me. I start to writhe on the bed and she smiles. She turns on the vibrating cock and pushes me back. She moans as it vibrates on her clit and she positions herself between my legs as I lay back, my legs spread wide for her. She gently taps her cock on my clit and I moan in pleasure as each tap send vibrations through my cunt. Very, very slowly she rubs it up and down my slippery pussy. The vibrations moving from the edge of my ass to my aching clit. 

"Please," I beg. "Please fuck me...slam into me...I need you....please."

She smiles as I look into her eyes, desperation clouding my eyes. She gives me just the head, it vibrates right against my G-spot and my pussy convulses around her, waves of pleasure going through me. I moan and lick my lips, reaching my arms around her, trying to pull her closer. She slowly inserts one more inch, then another till the whole big hard thing is encased inside me. The vibrations run through me, vibrating my cervix and everything starts to go blurry as pleasure overtakes my senses. She starts slow and gently works it in and out of me as I claw at her back so hard almost drawing blood. I moan and scream as she stares into my eyes, her normally icy blue eyes a dark sea blue filled with lust and glazed over with pleasure. She moans against my lips as the vibrator moves against her clit as she starts to go faster and faster. Moving in and out of me, her moans and mine, mix together. The soft candlelight glinting off her eyes, we kiss as we both journey to the heights of ecstasy. Both of us screaming and moaning as exquisite pleasure fills both our bodies. She pumps into me faster and faster as I feel my orgasm starting, I scream as she does too. Our bodies together as the room's energies change and become charged with electricity. 

Moaning wildly we both cum in each others arms, her arms pulling me close, my pussy convulsing around the cock inside me. Sweat pouring from both of us and mingling together on our skin, thrashing on the bed.

Slowly, the air changes back to normal and we rest in each others arms, wonderfully spent.



A Woman's Touch



She lies dozing lightly in my arms, her breath on my breast slow and even. My fingers gently explore her body – taking it in millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, taking in all the little curves and crevices her body has to offer. 

The lines across her breasts show her childbearing and her wonderfully big hips are like fluid under my touch, smooth and tanned, almost coffee-coloured, her long blonde hair falls in wisps around her face and across my breasts. She stirs slightly as my fingers move over her stomach, tracing the lines that also attest to two children, and I kiss the top of her head and gather her closer into me as she sighs and snuggles down again, her hand resting lightly on my breast. 

My fingers continue their work, my senses drinking in this beautiful woman, my best friend that I have just made love to. As I move across her body my own passion stirs again, wanting, needing this woman so much, needing to make love to her again, wanting to make her scream out as I take her with animal lust over the edge again. 

My fingernails rake across her hip lightly, as I place small but firm kisses over her hair, desperately wanting her to wake up but not wanting to wake her. She slowly and lazily opens one eye and watches as her fingers roll my nipple, watching it harden and listening to me moan gently. She lifts her head to watch me, my lip caught between my teeth, my eyes shut, while she marvels at the power she has. 

I feel her move in my arms and open my eyes to watch as she moves up to me, looking me in the eyes. As she kisses me deeply, my arms reach around her and gather her in once more. Never losing eye contact, her hands move down my body until they reach my pussy. 

She slides two fingers quickly into my cunt, making me gasp as her kiss takes my voice away. I open my legs wide and my muscles pull her in deeply. With each stroke I tighten up more, wanting her to fill me, wanting her to make me cum. Her fingers stroke in and out, gaining pace as she takes my nipple into her mouth and sucks it, suckling like a small child, little noises escaping her throat as lust overtakes her once more.  Her fingers pull on my other nipple and I squirm under her. She slides a third finger in momentarily, then, wet with my juices, she slips it down to my asshole, gently probing me.

The reaction is instant and I cum, deep and hard, riding her fingers as she pumps them in and out. She pulls away and tells me to roll over, she wants to get under me and eat me again. I roll over and lift my ass into the air as she moves down and puts her head between my legs, pulling me down onto her. 

I feel her lips move inside my pussy and her tongue slides deep into my cunt as she sucks cum from me, moaning with pleasure as the taste hits her tongue. She moves from under me and I feel her nose brush across my asshole as she clamps her mouth back onto me, wanting to taste me from every single angle, never able to get enough. 

I feel her move her tongue up me, across my asshole and up my back, it leaves a wet trail wherever she goes. She reaches the middle of my back and I feel her fingers part my lips again. Expecting to feel her fingers deep inside me, I give a start when I feel something more solid slide into me. I look over my shoulder and see her with my strap-on around her and watch it as it slides into my cunt. 

She looks at me and smiles, "You like my cock fucking your cunt, don't you?" Her voice is deep and throaty, full of lust and passion. 

I smile and moan, "Yes, fuck my cunt you bitch, make me cum for you, let me ride your cock." 

She picks up the pace and her hands move to my shoulders as my dildo slides in and out of my wet cunt, getting wetter and wetter with each stroke, soaking my thighs with my own juices. Each stroke brings a moan from her own lips, as her head goes back and she frantically fucks me hard, each stroke bringing her closer to her own orgasm and me closer to mine. She reaches around my hips and slides her fingers into me starting to rub my clit, making me push back onto her harder and harder, every movement making us groan and squirm. I feel her start to go rigid as her orgasm hits, and she fucks me relentlessly. 

"Yes baby, cum, cum for me, fuck my cunt and cum for me." My head goes back and I scream as I start to cum too. I feel her slamming into me, deep and hard as wave after wave hits me, making me shake. We collapse onto the bed, she is still deep inside me, breathing hard.

I hear her in my ear, "Turn over, you're going to lick me clean". She pulls out of me and I turn around and take the dildo into my mouth, licking it and sucking it as if it were a real cock, tasting my own juices on it. She watches me and her hips start to move again as she slides the dildo in and out of me, my lips making a perfect O around it. 

"God that looks good, now I know why men love it so much," she says as she watches me. 

She continues to pump my face gently until she cannot wait any longer. She flips the clips open and tells me to eat her. I move the dildo out of the way and I lick across her pussy, the reaction is instant and I am rewarded with a flood of wetness from her lips and a moan from her throat. 

I tell her to lie down and say that she is going to wish she had never started this again because I intend to finish it. She smiles at me wickedly and positions herself so that she can watch me as she opens her legs wide. I move to her face and kiss her deeply, my tongue sliding into her mouth and finding her own as I feel her pressing her body against me, her breasts squashing against my own, her nipples hardening once more. 

Pulling away, I move down her body, taking each of her nipples one at a time and nipping them gently, tugging them with my teeth as her nails find purchase on my back and I feel them scrape up my spine. I suck each nipple back in and roll it on my tongue, loving the feel and the taste of this beautiful woman who has become mine. I slowly lick down the length of her body, tasting a slight salt tang of her own body heat on my tongue, until I finally reach my goal once more.

Lying on my stomach, I run my tongue over her pussy lips. Her hand moves into my hair and she pulls me into her, sighing deeply. I slowly move my tongue inside her, flicking her clit gently with the tip of my tongue as she arches her back and forces her hips toward me. I follow the line of her cunt lips, exploring all the little crevices as I move down her, tasting her wetness until I reach the source of it all. 

My tongue slides deeply into her cunt, as her fingers tighten in my hair and I lap the juices and cum out of her, her bittersweet taste on my tongue. My tongue moves down her again and across her asshole, snaking inside as my lips gently suck on it. Her reaction is immediate as she cums, hard. My mouth continues its work and I slowly lick back up to her cunt, my tongue turns into a fleshy cock as I pump in and out of her, her hips moving back and forth, fucking my tongue, my nose gently rubbing on the hood of her clit and I am rewarded as another orgasm overtakes her, more intense than the last one, her hips rising from the bed. 

My lips wrap around her cunt as my tongue tickles her hole, encouraging her cum and I feel it flood over my lips and into my mouth. I ride each wave like a boat on a rough sea, being rewarded time and time again as wave after wave hits her, My tongue slides deeply inside her as I feel her cunt tightening around it, as she screams and goes rigid under me. 

Eventually, I move back and pay more attention to her clit, taking it gently between my teeth and tugging on it, while my tongue flicks back and forth across the tip. My hands hold firmly onto her ass, my fingers gently stroking as my thumb moves towards her asshole. Wet with her juices, I feel it tighten slightly under me. I play with her ass as my tongue plays with her clit and she starts to shake again as I suck her clit into my mouth hard, my teeth almost chewing on her as she grinds herself into my face. She pulls my hair as another wave overtakes her, and I take pleasure that each wave is more intense than the last. 

I pull away and kiss her pussy lips gently as she slumps back onto the bed, breathlessly panting and moaning gently, her legs wrapped around my back.

My fingers continue to play with her ass and my thumb still brushes across her asshole, enjoying the feel of it tightening and loosening under my attentions. I look up at her, over her stomach and the hill of her breasts and see her lying there, flushed and breathless, looking down at me. 

She smiles a slow lazy smile and I ask her if she has had enough. She says nothing but the glint in her eye says it all, the answer is no. I smile and incline my head slightly in acknowledgement and not breaking eye contact until the last moment, I bend back down to my work. 

I want to hear her scream and know that it is me who has made her do this. I slide my tongue back deeply into her cunt, tasting her again, loving the taste and never wanting to stop. My tongue slides back and forth in time with her hips, my thumb finally slides deep into her asshole and I feel her shudder, the muscles of her cunt tightening and a flow of cum onto my tongue. 

I slide my thumb in and out in time with my tongue and her movements become more frantic, her back arching and her hips rising in time with me. 

She screams suddenly and I know that this orgasm is going to be bigger than any of the others so far. My instincts are right and I am rewarded with an arc of cum as it shoots out of her cunt, soaking my face and hair as she breathlessly screams my name and slumps back onto the bed.

I move from her and up her body, gathering her in my arms as I watch the confusion on her face, her body continuing to betray her over and over again, stealing her breath away. 

I kiss her gently and feel her against me, loving the sensation. 

I pull away and ask her if she has had enough. She astounds me by smiling and shaking her head. I can go on forever with this woman but she is so breathless and shaky she may never get out of my bed again. I smile at her knowing what she wants.

"Ask me, tell me", I say to her.

Oh God, I want you to fuck me," she replies.

I smile as I move to pick up the strap-on. Unable to wait, she straps it onto me and lies on her back looking at me. I pick up her ankles and place them on my shoulders and slide myself deep into her wet cunt. 

She moans deeply as I enter her and looks at me and smiles, telling me how good it feels to have me deep inside her. I slide in and out of her, deep, slow strokes, pulling back until just the head is inside her, teasing her muscles. 

I plunge deeply back into her and she moans again, her hands on my hips pulling me in, begging me to fuck her, to make her cum. I pick up the pace a bit and feel myself sliding in and out of her, hearing the sounds of her wetness as I do. Her nails dig into my ass as she starts to cum again. Seeing her cum brings on my own orgasm and we cum together, me buried deep in her cunt, both of us calling to each other, our bodies shaking and trembling.

I lie breathless on top of her and her arms wrap around my shoulders. She places tiny kisses all over my face. Any words at the moment would be superfluous. I move to her side and we lie breathless in each others arms, each lost in our own thoughts; mine of how wonderful this woman next to me is, how lucky I am that she is my friend and not in the least because I know I can have her again. 

Knowing that I smile silently and we snuggle into each other, falling asleep quickly, exhausted.



A Woman's Touch



Do you remember the thrill of being touched for the first time by a lover? The sensation of his hand on your skin. It felt like electricity for me. Like for the first time I felt, truly felt my own body. It brought out feelings I had no idea existed. The shiver of flesh under a delicate touch. That feeling fades over time. Each time you are touched the delicious senses diminish. I have always wanted to regain that thrill of the first time. I finally did.

The story I am about to tell you is true. I haven't shared this with many people but this event changed my life in one night. I have always wanted to tell the story. Now I will.

I am 26 years old. I have been married to a loving husband for a while now. As always happens, like with a favorite outfit, my marriage bed has become more comfortable than exciting. It still fits and I enjoy my time with my husband but I don't get those butterflies in my stomach very often these days. We haven't had the most experimental relationship. I had a few bad experiences that really soured my appetite for such things. My husband has always been up for trying things. But lately I just can't bring myself to desire much. So we are stuck with unfulfilling sex that is as much habit as desire. Until recently that is.

I don't want to get ahead of myself. Things were okay. I had a decent life going. I enjoyed my job most of the time. But something was missing. I began to develop a friendship with a few of the girls from my work. One in particular. We seemed to bond really well. Her name was Kelly. Even my husband seemed to get along with her. She would come over to watch movies or do each others make up. She worked hard at work and rarely got on my nerves. Something that couldn't be said of most of the girls. We began to grow even closer. 

It was weird. It wasn't like we talked about really deep stuff. We just grew really comfortable around each other. We would talk about relationships but the conversations only went so far. Mostly we just enjoyed each others company. My husband seemed glad to see me making friends. He didn't even mind when she would come over. He would 

Often when we were watching TV I would lay with Kelly. Either with my head in her lap or hers in mine. We both really enjoyed a scalp massage. It became a regular thing to get together, watching movies and trading head rubs. Occasionally we would opt out of the scalp massage for a neck rub. It was on one such night that something I had only timidly imagined finally happened. 

I guess I should have seen it coming. I have always had an interest in women. Not that I could be in a full relationship with them, but sexually being with another woman has always excited me. I have occasionally had a fantasy but rarely shared it with anyone. I never actually intended to go through with it. I had been brought up to believe such feeling were wrong. I guess I just buried them. Sometimes that just makes them grow stronger.

Anyway back to the TV. I was laying there with my head in Kelly's lap. My husband had made us some drinks. They were pretty good and by the second one we were all feeling no pain. We had rented a movie. My husband had chosen it. To this day I don't know if he was trying to set something up. 

The movie was about this soon -to-be bride and her fiancé. The bride and groom really hit it off with the flower girl and soon become friends but as always in Hollywood a twist has to occur. Our heroine soon falls in love with the flower girl. What began as a friendship soon turned sexual. I don't know if it was the movie, the drinks or just the inevitable but things soon took a twist for us as well. My husband became bored with the movie and began to play on the computer. I had already given Kelly a long back, neck and head rub. She had soft shoulders. Soft skin. I had taken my time on her neck. Maybe it seemed tight like I told myself it was. Or maybe I was giving in to my feelings. I lingered on the fronts of her shoulders. Near her chest. Then I caught myself absent-mindedly rubbing my fingers lightly across the front of her neck. I have always had a weak spot there myself. I think inside I had hoped it would have the same effect on her.

I wouldn't have had the guts to go further. I must admit the thought crossed my mind but to me it had always just been a fantasy. I was saved by Kelly telling me it was my turn. I was worried she somehow read my mind. Maybe she was uncomfortable with my touch? I glanced nervously at her for a sign but she was smiling. She had a warm, easy smile that I always liked. 

I laid down on the couch with my head in her lap. She began to rub my head. This time she also rubbed my ears and face. Gently. She swept her fingers across, alternately rubbing and just softly touching. It was driving me crazy. I glanced at my husband. He was busy playing his game. He looked over at me but just smiled. If he suspected my darker thoughts he gave no clues to my casual eye. I returned my focus to the hands on my neck. Her thin fingers felt good. They didn't have the strength of my husbands but they seemed to know where they were needed. 

She rubbed for the next ten minutes. She never actually approached any inappropriate parts. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed. Despite the lack of any other motive in her touch I was excited. That butterfly feeling was back. Like I was in high school again. Kissing my boyfriend behind the bleachers, both wanting him to try to go further and afraid he might. I pulled the blanket over me. I was a little cold but that wasn't why I had goose bumps. Kelly's friendship meant a lot to me. She moved a pillow to behind my head. I had to scoot up further on her to rest my head. I was laying across her lap now. She kept rubbing under the blanket. She was massaging my arms. Her hands were rubbing my arm. Her fingers kept almost brushing my breast. I was practically squirming in my seat. Her hands followed my arm down, sliding gently down the back of my arm to my sides. She was rubbing my side. Her hand moving lower and lower. Her hand reached the end of my shirt. It had slipped up a few inches and exposed some of my skin. 

Her fingers felt electric against my flesh. I felt warm, heady almost dizzy from the feeling. Her fingers traced back and forth gently. Sliding my shirt up. Each inch more of exposed flesh pushed my senses higher. Still, in the back of my mind, other thoughts crept in. Reality flooding in most unwelcome. Was she doing it intentionally? Would my husband see? She had to know she was rubbing my skin! I thought to myself. It was driving me crazy. Then she stopped her fingers before they climbed further. Was there a problem?

I realized I had begun to rub her leg. My hand had moved as if on its own. I was rubbing the inside of her right knee. Gently massaging her muscles. The running she was doing was paying off. Oh God, did she get spooked? Did I miss interpret her caress? My mind raced. Then her fingers began to move down. Away from my shirt. Her fingers reached the edge of my pants. She slipped them in. Just the tip, her fingernails slid across my skin. It was like the first time that part of me had been touched. As if it was virgin territory and she was an explorer with magic in her fingers. She had limited room with my pants buttoned. She used every inch of room available. She was only 2 inches in my pants but with a start I realized I had been holding my breath. I let out a ragged breath. 

All of a sudden my husband sat down on the couch across from us. Kelly began to pull her hand away. I grabbed her wrist under the blanket. Stopping her hand. She let out a giggle. I squeezed her leg. My husband wasn't even looking at us. He was watching the movie. I pretended to be tired and turned toward Kell. I kept her hand there. It was down the front of my pants and with the bend of my legs she gained another erotic inch. I knew the blanket was covering our actions, as was previous behavior. We had laid together watching movies many times. I slid my left hand onto her side. Moving up her shirt. Nearly to her breasts. I felt the edge of her bra. It was lacy. Chad stood up and said he was going to bed. We wished him goodnight.

I was at once relieved and scared. With him there we had only so far to go, now how far would it go? We didn't speak. We just sat almost frozen. My heart felt like it was pounding so loud it could surely be heard throughout the house. I considered excusing myself and going to bed but it wasn't where my heart was at tonight. I looked up, nervously into her eyes. She smiled and licked her lips as she often did. Her pink tongue emboldened me. I reached down and undid the button of my jeans. She slipped her hand over mine. Then passed it. She got a hold of my zipper and began to pull it down. It stuck for a moment. I grabbed the edge of my jeans to help her. She began to pull again. It still stuck. We both giggled. I adjusted the angle I was pulling and the zipper quickly opened. 

I rarely wear underwear and tonight was no exception. Her fingers traced through across my skin. I had recently shaved some. What was left her fingers were running through. Tracing a hurried path south. Her fingers reached me. I was wet and she slipped in easily. She knew how to gently open me. Her fingers warming me. She slowly explored, deeper, deeper. She traced my clit. I pressed against her. Grinding against her touch. The time for subtle was over. I slipped my hand over her chest. Caressing. Massaging. I felt her nipple harden in my hand. I slid her shirt up. I kissed her chest. Her perfume was familiar. Her skin warm and sweet. It tasted lightly of vanilla. Perhaps it was a trick of my senses, smell overriding my tongue. Either way it was delicious. 

I reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She leaned forward giving me access to her snap and exposing her neck at the same time. I kissed her neck. Her bra opened. She pulled her arms into her shirt, momentarily leaving me aching for her touch. She pulled her bra off her arms and hid it in the couch cushion beside her. Her hand again returned to exploring me. I glanced over my should but all the lights were out in the hallway. I slid her shirt up and began kissing her breasts, her nipple both soft and firm under my tongue. My hands explored while my mouth took her in deeply. I was flush with desire.

I cast a last glance down the hall. Not expecting to see anyone but because it was never going to be the same after this. I sat up and slid my pants off. She did the same. She took her underwear with her. I positioned her on the couch so I was on top. I kissed her stomach, working my way down. I kissed her inner thigh working my way more intimate. I licked and kissed her the way I like to be licked. She tasted warm and clean. It was different than I expected but wasn't unpleasant. I slipped a finger inside. Slowly kissing down her slit, lower, lower, past my finger. I reached the end of her and kept going. I reached her deepest areas. Letting my tongue linger. Licking deep into her pussy. Then I gently began licking below her wet pussy lips. 

I enjoyed being licked from behind. My husband had surprised me the first time he licked my ass. I thought it would be gross but it felt so good I didn't stop him. I had wondered what it would be like. She was tight, I wondered how she would react to it. She moaned softly and pushed her hips into me. She lifted her legs higher, giving me more access to her ass. My tongue pushed deeper, pulling her cheeks apart I was able to get deeper. 

It tasted as I would have expected a rose to taste. Musty, pleasant. I was going even deeper in both action and desire. I felt her hips begin to shudder. She was shaking. The fingers I had deep in her felt her fingers hit against them she was rubbing herself. Her shaking continued to build as I forced my tongue deeper. I desired even more. I licked deeper tasting her as she came. Her hand was on the back of my head pulling me into her. She stifled a stronger moan. She shook, coming over and over. As she finished she trembled. I kissed her slowly up her stomach, to her nipples now hard from excitement. 

We switched spots as she returned my affection. Her tongue and moves were different than anything I had felt. It was the same in many ways but soft, knowledgeable. I was worried, knowing I was more than a little wet. She never hesitated. My body quickly responded. Almost too quick, I didn't want it over. Her tongue hit all my favorite spots. Her fingers inside and exploring me. Her tongue traced low to my both my places. I came hard, turning left and right but she held my hips, her tongue never ceasing to lick me deep. After, we laid together. We held each other, shaking and sweating. Finally growing tired I kissed her. I asked if it was okay? My concern was for our friendship. She just smiled. It is great she said. Slipping my pants on again I told her I better get to bed. She got dressed and slept on the couch as we had planned. It was hard to walk away. We had shared something just then. But I had a commitment to another....

I felt guilty as I slipped into bed. Rolling over to my husband, he kissed me.... I forgot to wash! Would he know? He had to taster her... He grabbed my wrist and slipped my hand to his hard dick. He was erect and firm. He kept kissing my deeply..... Did he know what we were doing????? Did he watch???? Yet again tonight my mind raced. But that is for another story. 



A Woman's Touch



A WOMAN'S TOUCH

Danielle arrived at the door of the sprawling suburban detached, breathless and half an hour later than she had intended. She paused momentarily to regain her composure and smooth down her dress before seeking the doorbell. Still she hesitated, her perfectly manicured finger hovering over the button, the glossy red nail shimmering in the early evening sunlight.

She had been uncertain about coming here ever since the invitation over a week before. This whole set-up just wasn't Danielle Clark's usual thing. She was the introverted, curl-up-with-a-book kinda girl, only vicariously exploring human sexulaity courtesy of the latest Mitzi Szereto novel. But how many friends had urged her to get out more -- to live a little, and get laid a lot?

Danielle took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell, once and hard. Well maybe her friends were right, although whether they'd had this sort of thing in mind when they doled out their advice was hardly likely. Having said that, she could well imagine Imogen from the typing pool being an aficionado!

It seemed to take forever for anyone to answer the door, long enough for Danielle to admire the large front garden hemmed in by Leyland hedges, and perfumed with the honeyed scent of alyssium carpeting immaculate borders. Long enough, also, for Danielle to reconsider making a run for it down the long drive....

Too late. She heard someone fumbling with the lock, and the stout hardwood door swung soundlessly open. Suddenly self-conscious, Danielle had trouble making eye contact so that the first thing she noticed was the luxurious crimson shagpile which swept down a broad staircase and into the expansive hallway.

"Now I'm guessing you must be Danielle," the warm and slightly husky voice said, and Danielle finally found the courage to raise her eyes to meet those of the attractive brunette with the looks of Teri Hatcher framed in the doorway. "Everyone else is here, but don't worry. You haven't  missed much of the fun!"

"Heavy traffic," Danielle lied as she stepped into the hallway, but the woman dismissed her excuse with a shake of her head and an extended hand.

"I told you not to worry," she rebuked gently. "I'm Clarissa; we spoke on the phone."

Danielle nodded. How could she forget? The spur of the moment telephone call she had made during her lunchbreak at the shipping company. All week she had been left wondering what it might have been that had possessed her to throw caution to the wind like that. Answering a small ad for a second-hand sofa or something was one thing. But this?

Part of her was still hufely tempted to run for the door. The trouble was, another, greater part was more tempted to stay! She took a deep breath and told herself to get a grip. For God's sake, you only lived once!

Up until a few months before, Danielle had never been into other women. But whether she had spent too many evenings in with rather one-too-many erotic novels, she didn't know. All she did know was that she suddenly began to find herself attracted to certain members of her own sex. Imogen from the typing pool had been one of the first to catch her eye; the way her short skirt had clung to every beautiful inch of her arse as she had draped herself over the photocopier looking for the switch! After a few minutes, it wasn't just the photocopier that Imogen had succeeded in turning on!

And today, Clarissa. Danielle felt her eyes drawn to her host's figure-hugging blue dress, and the particularly daring neckline which offered a tantalising glimpse of a near-fathomless cleavage. Danielle's eyes stayed there and stared -- too long, she realised, for Clarissa not to have noticed the fevered fixation.

Coughing her way awkwardly out of her reverie, Danielle looked up to see confirmation of her fears in Clarissa's smiling sapphire eyes. Should she say something? Apologise perhaps?

"Sorry," she began, but was silenced as Clarissa took hold of her hand.

"What for?" Clarissa whispered, and then guided Danielle's hand to one of her breasts, pressing it down firmly until Danielle's palm was filled with its firm contours. Danielle caught her breath, at once shocked and thrilled by the sensation of Clarissa's ripe tit within her grasp. She found herself unable to resist the overwhelming urge to squeeze, massaging her fingers into the delicious swell of flesh, drawing a soft sigh of pleasure from Clarissa's lips, and causing a veritable deluge of juices to cascade into Danielle's own pussy.

"Oh God," Danielle breathed, almost unconsciously responding to the familiar fire that was beginning to burn deep between her thighs. All of her instincts wanted Clarissa right there and then in the hallway. It was crazy, she knew, when they had only just met. But that was animal attraction for you!

As if reading her every thought, Clarissa pushed her back against the wall and clamped her own hands over Danielle's breasts, kneading them hungrily through the black satin of her dress. Danielle's involuntary moan of pleasure was stifled by Clarissa's lips pressing softly on to hers, with just the slightest thrust of Clarissa's tongue uniting them ever so fleetingly. Danielle felt her dress being hitched up at the waist, and Clarissa's hand gliding over her abdomen; pausing at the edge of her panties and then drifting ever lower, smoothing over the damp material until it clutched over Danielle's aching pussy.

Planting a trail of kisses on her throat and neck, Clarissa's lips arrived at Danielle's ear. "Do you know how flattering it is," she whispered, "to know I've turned you on so much?"

Danielle moaned as Clarissa fondled her pussy through her moist panties. "There's something just that little bit special about a woman's touch, don't you think?" added Clarissa.

Clarissa pulled back suddenly, leaving Danielle breathless and tormented by a raging inferno of desire.

"But of course you do, sweetheart," Clarissa smiled. "Or why else bother to answer my advert?"

She took Danielle by the hand and led her to the stairs. "Come on, it's time to introduce you to the others."



II
Danielle's heart began to pound with excitement and an empty ache of longing gripped the pit of her stomach at the scene unfolding before her eyes in the huge master bedroom. Clarissa closed the door behind them and gently guided Danielle towards the outsize divan in the centre of the room, where a stunning redhead lay with her legs wide apart to accommodate the increasingly urgent caresses of the half-dozen or so other women surrounding her on the bed.

Danielle felt suddenly overdressed. All the women were either naked or stripped down to their lingerie. None appeared to be sensible to her presence as she drew closer to the bed in time to see the lovely redhead buck and groan at an especially powerful surge of sensation generated by the various fingers competing to rub her swollen clitoris. A film of sweat covered the redheads fabulous figure, and her nipples were so hard and erect that they had to be seen to be believed. As Danielle watched, transfixed, one of the women lowered her head,and began to suckle on each of the redhead's perfectly-formed tits in turn.

"Her name's Sarah," Clarissa said. "Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Oh, absolutely," Danielle sighed, her awestruck gaze never leaving the erotic scene.

"Like to join in?"

Danielle swallowed. Her new self-confidence momentarily wavered, and she felt torn by the conflicting emotions of fear and yearning. But then Sarah groaned again, louder now, spreading her legs ever wider for her desire to be satisfied. And Danielle's fear vanished at the sight of the gorgeous young nymph panting, sweating and writhing on the bed.

"Unzip me," she pleaded with Clarissa, who smiled and nodded. Danielle's dress fell in a heap round her ankles, and she stepped out of it, kicking off her high heels and shaking out her long black hair as she approached the divan. A pretty blonde sat on the edge of the bed, her hair twisted into a single braid which reached all the way down to a sexy butterfly tattoo at the bottom of her back. Danielle moved in behind her, smoothing her hands over the girl's flawless shoulders.

"Hi," Danielle said softly, and the beautiful blonde tilted back her head and smiled.

"Hi yourself."

"May I?" Danielle broached, slipping a finger under the girl's bra strap to show what she had in mind.

"What are you waiting for?" the blonde replied huskily.

The other women had begun to move their attention away from the spent Sarah to pair off with each other, and Danielle could barely contain her excitement as the sexy blonde unhooked her bra, slipped the straps from her shoulders and dropped the lacy lingerie onto the bed. Almost in a daze, Danielle ran her hands over the girl's shoulders once again, but this time continued her exploration lower and curled her slender fingers under the firm swell of her breasts. Danielle squeezed ever so slightly, then lifted the full tits, cupping them reverently.

"God, you're gorgeous," Danielle enthused passionately, squeezing harder now as her lust demanded, and lowering her head to kiss the girl's neck. "And I don't even know your name," she breathed into the soft caress.

"Kate," the blonde whispered, turning her head to seek out Danielle's lips. They kissed, and Danielle joined Kate on the bed, lying back to surrender her own curvaceous body to her new lover's touch. Danielle sighed her encouragement at the eager fingers grasping her admirable tits through the low-cut bra she was wearing, and the warm lips which planted a kiss on each swell of flesh threatening to spill out of the delicate cups. Then Kate's fingers located the front clasp and the bra released its voluptuous load fully.

"Yes," Danielle urged, holding Kate's head to her breast as she fastened her mouth onto the hard nipple whilst fondling Danielle's other tit. Danielle was sure she must have died and gone to heaven! She groaned, far louder than she'd intended, but realised that she didn't give a damn! Her pussy was aching like she'd never known, and all she wanted was to be fucked by the gorgeous blonde creature.

Closing her eyes, relishing the blissful sensation of Kate's suckling, Danielle caught her breath as another pair of velvety lips began drawing on her other nipple. Her eyes flickered open again so see the ever insatiable Sarah staring right back at her as she cupped Danielle's breast and swirled her soft tongue over the sensitive peak.

Danielle groaned and entwined her fingers in Sarah's silky auburn tresses.

"Please," she rasped, opening her legs. "Please, fuck me!"

Fingertips ever so slowly slipped down the front of her wet panties, seeking out the hard bud of her clit. Danielle almost sobbed with pleasure, and when other fingers strayed to the entrance of her pussy and pushed deep inside, her whole body shuddered. The massaging of her clit and the rhythmic thrust of fingers into her dripping vagina pushed Danielle beyond the limits of her self-control, and she cried out as the orgasmic inferno ignited between her thighs and roared over her entire body.

"Oh God!" she gasped. "Sweet Jesus!"

Then, too soon, the climax waned, leaving Danielle fighting for air. She released the damp sheets bunched up inside her clenched fists and opened her eyes to see not only Kate and Sarah, but the rest of the women staring in admiration at her flushed, sweat-soaked body.

Among them, the lovely Clarissa, who had already begun to slip out of that sexy blue dress of hers....



A Woman's Touch



Author's Note: Welcome to my latest story, which is my entry in the Literotica Nude Day contest. Before we get to the story, a big thank you to all who voted for me in The Earth Day Contest. "That's What Friend's are For" won first place! As always a disclaimer for those unfamiliar with my work. I feel a good build up to an erotic story is what foreplay is to sex, it makes things a lot hotter in the end. So if you are a fan of shorter stories, this one may not be for you. Okay enough yapping, on with the story.

I made the mistake of glancing at my watch and groaned; it was only four fifteen. Another forty five minutes before I could indulge in my weekly treat. Thinking about that treat; an hour long full body massage, was making this the longest day since, well, since last Friday! I fought to focus on the columns of numbers in front of me, but it was a losing battle. Instead my mind drifted to the thought of those soft, yet firm, hands rubbing my feet, taking away the discomfort a week in heels caused, and then moving up my calves.

Those long, slender, and oh so talented fingers would work their magic behind the tender backs of my knees before beginning their upward journey to my thighs. I shifted in my seat and felt the thong sticking between my legs. I'd been wet all day which was becoming the norm on these glorious days when I allowed myself to get as close to my fantasies as possible without crossing the line. Giving up on work altogether, I leaned back in my chair and removing my sensible black pump, put my stocking foot on my desk.

Pulling up knee length black skirt, I placed my hand on my inner thigh and squeezed it, mimicking the attention it would be getting later. Letting my hand wander upwards I teased myself by sliding it across the patch of lace covering my now sopping slit. The thong was a sexy contrast to the skirt, shoes and the red long sleeve blouse I was wearing. Sensible and professional, that was me for the majority of my thirty eight years. 

Not that I still wasn't on the surface, but the last few months my inner thoughts, dreams and fantasies had been far from what I was raised to consider proper. I rubbed my hand more firmly against the damp material and released a soft moan. 

My fingers pressed harder, pushing the thong between the lips of my pussy and working them up to push against my aching clit. Jill, my receptionist, left at four on Friday's along with most of my department and with no fear of getting caught I thought about giving myself some relief.

The past few hours had been filled with visions of soft hands and even softer tongues wandering over my yearning flesh and I'd been squirming in my seat all day. Normally I managed to abstain from masturbating during my special day, letting my sexual frustration build. I would then endure the deliciously excruciating tease of my nearly nude massage before racing home and hopping into bed. Then it was time to use the evening's toy of choice to get off several times before collapsing into a deep sleep. 

Saturday morning would feature a slower more sensual session with my fingers and a multi speed bullet while replaying the previous nights encounter. Not that a massage would be most people's idea of an encounter, but when you secretly desired women an hour of being rubbed down by an attractive one was as close as I could get. No, that wasn't true. The closest I would allow myself to get was more like it. 

I had no doubt if I put myself out there, went to the right bars or clubs; I could get what I wanted. After all, my Sapphic obsession had begun when Jill and I had stopped in for a drink at a new club, The Pink Hat, not knowing it was specifically for women who enjoyed the company of other women. Teasing myself through the thin material of the thong I let my mind drift back to the day I discovered my latent desire to experience the softer sex.

It was just after work on a Friday and there were only a few women there so it didn't hit us right away. However, once someone put some music on, Jill and I caught on pretty quick. A song I didn't recognize, with a slow sensual beat began to play and to our surprise two women drifted onto the small dance floor and slipping their arms around each other's waists began swaying seductively. 

We glanced at each other and I noticed Jill looked uncomfortable. I'd shrugged and suggested they were probably just playing around. That idea went out the window when I looked back over to see them kissing.

And what a kiss it was! It wasn't a playful peck, but a long deep passionate kiss that caused a strange sensation within me. The sensation itself shouldn't have been strange; it wasn't like I didn't recognize arousal, but was shocked to feel it watching the scene before me. I could honestly say at that point I'd never thought about two women together. Even on the occasions I had watched some dirty movies with Rob, if a lesbian scene came on, I would ask to skip it.

I'd always thought why would I want to watch what I already had? But that day, the way those two beautiful women had touched each other had gotten me hot in a way I hadn't been in years. Perhaps it was the fact they were so open about it; that here they were kissing and touching in front of a room full of women and not caring. 

Jill had excused herself to go to the bathroom and as she made her way across the room I noticed several women stare at her as she passed. Jill was a petite little brunette who although on the slender side had long shapely legs and what I had since come to realize was very fine ass. 

One woman in particular, an older blonde wearing a dress far shorter and tighter than I would ever have the courage to wear, stared at Jill with a look of pure lust that sent another unexpected feeling of desire through me.

When Jill was with me I had focused on her, sneaking furtive glances at the women dancing whenever she would look away. I now took full advantage of her absence, turning on my stool to watch what I used to think was so wrong. The taller of the women, a stunning red head wearing a skirt that barely covered the cheeks of her ass was now behind her partner, her hands encircling her waist.

The other woman, a short curvy blonde whose ample breasts threatened to spill from the low cut sundress she was wearing, was working her hips, grinding her ass back into her girlfriend. The redhead responded by sliding the blondes hair to the side to kiss her neck. 

She worked her lips along her creamy skin and my face grew hot despite the air conditioning in the club. The blonde sighed and reaching back ran her fingers through her lover's hair, holding her face to her neck.

There were whistles from several of the women when the redhead's hands worked their way up and my breath caught when she cupped her impressive breasts. She pushed them together, and fondled them, her hands sliding across them. 

The blonde's mouth opened as she released a moan that was drowned out by the music. What wasn't drowned out were the cheers when her hand dropped to the hem of the blonde's skirt and pulled it up, giving a quick flash of a black lace thong before pulling it back down.

Someone yelled not to tease and with a laugh she hiked the skirt up giving everyone there a full view of the black strings over her full hips. The blonde reached behind her, caught the hem of the redheads dress and returned the favor lifting it up to expose her...bare ass. 

The women around laughed and clapped and I sat there transfixed by the sight of her shaking her bare ass. That ass was firm and tight and when she widened her legs and leaned forward, she flashed a quick peek of her pink pussy.

To my dismay she straightened, leaving me to struggle to focus on just the glimpse I had gotten. In front of me the blonde was now rubbing her hands across her lush thighs and the patch of lace over her pussy.

I watched her long slender fingers with their deep purple nails sliding across her inviting thighs and...inviting? Even now, sitting at work months later, I recalled how that word had jumped into my head and how shocked I'd been.

The redhead's hands had gone back to her top and after several women began chanting "Flash, flash!" she laughed and pulled the top of the dress down. My eyes widened and I was sure my mouth had dropped open at the sight of her bare breasts. Her large milky white globes were well rounded and her nipples pink and swollen. The redhead gave them a quick pinch causing her to yelp, before pulling her top back up.

That yelp had sent a thrill through me and was quickly followed by another when the blonde playfully pulled her thong to the side showing off her pussy and the small patch of golden hair above it. Her fingers slid up and down her lips several times, much to the appreciation of the women watching, before she slipped the thong back into place.

The song wound down and turning in her lover's embrace, the blonde wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into another deep kiss that included them putting on a show of their tongues sliding across each other.

There was a round of applause as they walked hand in hand back to their table and turning back to the bar I picked up my glass of wine and gulped it down in several long swallows. My hand was shaking and I had become aware of a growing wet patch between my legs. I stared down at the bar not making eye contact with anyone and trying to understand what I was feeling. How could watching two women have caused such arousal?

Jill came back and appeared upset. In an indignant tone she told me she had been lewdly hit on and said she wanted to leave. I agreed, but for the opposite reason. Whereas she was offended, I was hornier than I'd been in years and wasn't sure I was comfortable with it. I probably should have just walked out with her, but instead I was curious to see if I would get any attention. 

Telling Jill I had to use the bathroom I made my way across the club. I was moving slowly and admittedly putting some extra swing into my hips. I felt like a giddy young girl when I did see a couple of women look my way and flash me welcoming smiles. I was wearing my usual ensemble of a knee length gray skirt and a white button up blouse. Neither article of clothing did anything flattering for me and I found myself wishing I was dressed more provocatively.

That was another uncharacteristic thought and I felt as if I were just now discovering a part of myself that had lain dormant all these years. When I walked into the bathroom I was confronted by the sight of two women playing right there in front of me. One woman was sitting on the sink with her skirt up and her smallish tits propped out of the top of her shirt. The other woman was on her knees, her face buried between the thighs of the first woman. 

Her feet were on her shoulders and I could see her lovers arm moving back and forth and could just imagine her fingers pumping her pussy. This was more amazing than the dance floor. Neither woman noticed me. The brunette on the counter had her head back and her eyes closed, moaning and running her fingers through the other woman's light brown hair. I stopped in my tracks and even though everything in me said to turn and walk out the door I stood rooted to the spot.

My eyes moved wildly, trying to take in everything at once. The look of ecstasy on the face of the woman on the counter, her eyes closed, her cheeks flush and soft sighs of pleasure emanating from her parted lips. Her rosy nipples were erect and her small perky tits coated in sweat. Her thighs were wrapped around the head of the other woman, but I could hear her lips smacking as she sucked on her.

Her skirt was pulled up as well; her hand between her legs, playing with her pussy while she licked her girlfriends. Like the woman on the dance floor, she wasn't wearing underwear and the way she was squatting showed her pussy off well from behind. I watched her rubbing her clit in circles with two fingers and could hear her moaning between her lover's thighs.

"Oh, honey!" the woman called out, "Oh...oh just a little more!"

I'd taken a step back, hoping not to be noticed and stood there with my nipples aching and my pussy dripping while the other woman began smacking her lips even more loudly against the wet flesh she was sucking. The brunette released a loud squeal, then another before her girlfriend reached up and covered her mouth, muffling her cries. My pussy gushed watching her writhe on the counter, pulling her girlfriend's hair and moaning into her hand as her orgasm tore through her. 

Releasing her grip, she slumped back on her elbows her head resting against the mirror. Her girlfriend stood up and leaning forward gave her a deep kiss. When she pulled away she sighed, "Damn I taste good on you."

"I think it's your turn to taste," The other woman giggled, "I..."

"Oh, shit!" The woman on the sink had turned her head and saw me standing there. "Jesus, Sandy I thought you locked the door!"

"I...I...I'm sorry," I stammered, "I just came in and um, have to use the bathroom." I sounded like an idiot, but had nothing else to say.

"Well that's okay," The woman hopped off the counter. Taking a second to pop her perky tits back into her top and smooth her shirt down, she laughed and added, "We just finished."

"What about me?" The other woman, made a show of pouting.

"Guess you have to wait until we get home, sweetie!" she kissed her quickly and headed my way.

Realizing I was still in front of the door I stepped to the side, but she stopped next to me and smiled, "Haven't seen you here before. First time?"

"Um, yes." I nodded nervously.

"Well I hope you come back again." She tilted her head as she looked me up and down quickly, "I love your eyes and your proper little outfit." She giggled, "You come from work or your girl like the uptight professional look?"

"Oh, well...I...I don't have a girlfriend." 

"Really?" she shook her head, "With those big brown eyes and those pretty lips?" she gave me a slower loom up and down. "Tell you what honey, let your hair down and wear something that shows you off more. Looks like you have a nice little body under there."

"Thanks." I said for lack of anything better to come back with.

"You coming Sandy?"

"No, I didn't get to, remember?" The woman said into the mirror as she fluffed her blonde hair and removed a tube of lipstick from her purse.

"Aww," The brunette laughed, "Don't worry baby, I'll take good care of you at home. Right now I'm going to play some music so you get your pretty little self out to that dance floor when you're done." She glanced my way, "Seriously, hope to see you here again," leaning closer she said softly, "I can tell you're not just new here, but you're new. But don't worry everyone here is fun and we've all been there. You let yourself relax you'll have a lot of fun"

She turned and left the bathroom and trying to regain my composure I walked across the bathroom towards the stalls. 

"Hey," Sandy called out, just as I was ready to push the door open. I turned around to see her looking at me with a big smile on her face. "Did you like the show?"

"E...excuse me?"

"You didn't just come in. I saw you just before Sheila put her legs on my shoulders."

My only reply was for my face to somehow grow hotter. Laughing Sandy clapped her hands in delight.

"Aren't you cute? You really are new aren't you?"

"I...I've never been here before."

"That's not what I mean and you know it." She sighed, "I remember the first time I realized what I wanted. Just relax and let it happen, you'll be fine." With a wink she looked me up and down, "You already are. Thanks again for the extra thrill!" with a little wave she left the bathroom.

As embarrassed as I was, I still found my eyes glued to her ass which was well defined in the skin tight dress. Her hips swung back and forth and all I could picture was how she had looked while squatting on the floor and her pussy visible as she'd leaned forward to suck her girlfriend off in the bathroom. I'd never done anything that bold with a man and had never once thought of a woman doing it.

Once I was alone my body took over my thoughts. My nipples were aching and my clit was throbbing between my thighs. Pushing the stall open and stepping into it I could feel the wetness between my legs. I closed the door and locking it hiked my skirt up and pulling my panties down moaned as they peeled away from my wet skin. I sat down, but rather than using the bathroom my mind exploded with a collage of images of all I had just seen.

Moving as if it had a will of its own, my hand dropped between my legs and I had to stifle a groan as my fingers explored my sopping wet pussy. I tried to tell myself to stop; I was closing in on forty, way past the age to be doing things like rubbing one out in a public stall. But my fingers remained where they were and with a resigned whimper, I slid them up through the soft folds of warm flesh. 

I gasped when my fingers made contact with my yearning clit and rubbing in short hard circles I closed my eyes, thinking of Sandy sucking Sheila's pussy. I put myself in her place, sitting on the sink, my legs wide open and a pair of soft sensual lips kissing my even softer, moist pair. I thought of long soft hair on my thighs and her slender fingers entering me. I imagined her touch to be so much softer than a man's and her tongue slower and more patient.

The final image that went through my mind was Shelia toying with her nipples, her red nails teasing her swollen flesh, then throwing her head back and squealing as she came. I closed my legs and straightened them as my fingers brought me closer to the edge. My mind was still fixed on Shelia rocking back and forth and side to side, her body in the throes of her climax.

Her orgasm turned into mine and a loud cry escaped me. I covered my mouth and cried out into it as I came harder than I had in a long time. My feet kicked, my heels hitting the stall door and my back arched, shoving my quivering pussy into my fingers. I sat there moaning and squealing as to my surprise a second orgasm raced in behind the first and my body went into a fresh wave of convulsions.

When the last effects of my bodies release flowed through me, I slumped back, letting my head rest against the cool tile behind me and fought to catch my breath. I remained there for a couple of minutes, letting my body regroup as my mind tried to wrap around what had just happened. Forcing myself to move, I stood up and pulling my panties up marveled at the wet mess that began to ooze into them now that I was standing. 

They were so wet, I slipped them all the way off and balling them up shoved them into the pocket of my skirt. Leaving the stall, I splashed my sweat soaked face and as I patted dry I heard a whistle behind me. I turned to see a young woman who couldn't have been more than twenty at the other end of the counter. With a smile she said, "That sounded like a good one!"

Too embarrassed to reply I'd hurriedly left the bathroom and keeping my head down, made my way back to Jill who had asked me if I felt okay because I looked flush. 

My cell ringing snapped me out of my reverie and grabbing it from the desk I saw it was Paula.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Linda, its Paula, just confirming you're coming to see me at five thirty?"

Paula had a soft smoky voice that sounded damn good in my ear, especially when she spoke over me as her incredible hands worked my body.

"I wouldn't miss it!" I answered and to myself added I probably wouldn't be coming until about seven and it would be to her

"Glad to hear it." She purred in my ear, "Always nice to finish the week with my favorite girl."

"Aw, I bet you say that to all the girls!" I laughed even as I wished she meant it the way I would love her to.




A Woman's Touch



"Oh, trust me, I don't call just any girl my favorite! See you soon."

The phone went silent and putting it down I got up from the desk before I buried my fingers in my pussy. Paula's voice had me hot and I couldn't imagine the puddle I was going to be in when she got her hands on my bare flesh. Seeing it was quarter to five I shut my lap top down and locked my desk. Grabbing the clothes I had hung in the small closet, I left my office. I made my way through the deserted sea of cubicles in the main floor and entered the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror I removing my blazer and blouse and reaching up to the clip, let my long, light brown hair cascade down over my shoulders. I teased myself by cupping my tits in the transparent black lace bra I was wearing and yearned for my hands to be another woman's. Unzipping my skirt, I let it fall to the floor and stood there in my bra and thong wishing the only woman looking wasn't the one in the mirror. 

A side effect of discovering my attraction to the female form was I saw myself much differently as well. I'd always had enough attention from men to feel I was attractive, but now I saw my body the way I would if it was another woman. My breasts were on the smaller side, but were well rounded and still sat high and firm even without the help of the bra. 

I was tall and a little on the slender side with long legs that many men had said was one of my best features. The other feature that received a lot of compliments was my firm little round ass. With a grin, I turned around and looked at the exposed cheeks of my ass in the mirror. The thought that within an hour Paula's hands would be just over my ass caused another wave of heat. 

Reigning in my thoughts I replaced my proper attire with a cute little red sun dress, that I wouldn't say was inappropriate, but showed a good amount of my long legs and was low cut enough to display some cleavage. My sensible shoes were replaced with a pair of red sandals with a three inch heel and straps around the ankles. I ran my fingers through my hair, teasing it out and applied some make up. 

I looked at the finished product and thought the look said playful and fun. Not slutty, but certainly not professional and boring. I put my clothes on the hangar and couldn't help feeling a little foolish, dressing up for a woman who had no interest in me as anything but a customer or at best someone she enjoyed speaking to once a week. 

Picking up my purse and leaving the bathroom I headed for the elevator and noticed the janitor watching me from across the room. Although I appreciated the attention it didn't excite me the way it used to. I had always gotten looks from men, at least when I dressed to do so and had enjoyed the reaction of most women; flattered and if they were someone that could be an interest, turned on.

But now I found myself looking about to see if I was garnering any attention from my own sex. On the occasions I was sure I was getting more than a casual glance from a woman I was instantly wet. Riding down to the parking garage it dawned on me-and not for the first or even hundredth time-how that day at the club had changed me. I now dressed up for and paraded around trying to impress women rather than men and was now masturbating nightly to girl on girl porn. 

I had broken up with Rob a month before the day at the club and hadn't dated since even though I'd fielded several offers from guys I most likely would have gone out with prior to my new fixation. 

Three months ago I'd been so worked up I'd given Rob a call. We'd parted on decent terms and he was happy to come over for pretty much a booty call. The sex had never been an issue between us and that night was no different, Jeff was an attentive lover and one most women would rave over.

I had been one of those women, but that night I wasn't nearly as aroused as I used to be. I sucked his cock less than enthusiastically than I used to and as he went down on me I kept thinking how much better it would be if there was long hair fanned across my thighs as well as the slender fingers and softer touch of a woman. Rob had done nothing to stop those fantasies when he didn't linger between my thighs for more than a couple of minutes before sliding up and entering me.

It had felt good, but not as good as it used to and the only time I had cum during the night was when I stroked my clit while on my knees and imagining him being Paula behind me with a strap on. In the three months since, Rob had called several times looking for a repeat performance, but I declined each time. I kept telling myself the next time I had sex it would be with a woman. That I would shake the bizarre shyness and hang ups I had when it came to making my fantasy a reality.

I kept swearing I would go back to that club. I'd go home shower, dressed sexy and....ended up getting undressed or just meeting Jill for a drink. Each of those nights I would go to bed horny and pissed at myself that I was getting off with a toy and not a soft pink tongue. 

"Hey, I love that dress!"

I looked up to see a tall woman with long hair standing at the car next to mine. I was so caught up with my thoughts I hadn't even recalled making my way across the garage to my car. 

"Oh, um thanks." I replied, snapping out of my daydreaming.

The woman looked down and smiled, "The shoes too! Prada?"

"Yes." I nodded, then taking advantage of her looking at my feet took a good look at her.

She was worth looking at that was for sure; tall with long legs that were being show cased in a short blue skirt and a pair of breasts that were much larger than mine and looked as if they were ready to pop out of the sleeveless white shirt. 

Her eyes were as dark as her hair and her full sensuous lips coated in a soft pink. My heart began to pound when I saw her take her time working her eyes up my body and in the back of my mind I found myself wanting her to like what she saw.

"I do love the look," she commented, sending a thrill through me. "Says smart, but sexy." She winked, "Says fun! You going out for some fun on a Friday night?"

Oh my God, she was flirting with me! I could feel my face becoming as red as the dress, but when I spoke, managed to sound calm.

"I'm going to...go treat myself." I gave her a smile I wanted to be confident, but knew looked as nervous as I felt.

"Well every girl should treat herself." She paused meaningfully then added, "But it's usually more fun if you get a treat from someone else."

"It sure is." I laughed awkwardly.

"I'm Mandy," she gestured towards the ceiling, "I work for Dobbs Corp on the third floor, do you work in the building?"

"I do, I work for All State."

"Oh," she looked at me expectantly, "And you are..."

"Linda!" I sighed, "Sorry about that."

"No worries, so hey, I'm going out for a treat myself, a couple of drinks at Bernie's down the street, want to come along?"

"Well..." say yes, I shouted at myself. Say yes! "I have an appointment for a massage." Oh, what was wrong with me?

"Oh that is a treat!" she nodded, "I try to go a couple of times a month. "Well, how about tomorrow?"

Her eyes met mine and again I wanted to shout the word yes! Meet her for a drink, go back to her place, let her take charge and lay me back and...But again the sensible, no not sensible, but scared part of my mind spoke up. Mandy worked in the building. 

I'd told her where I worked, all the people I'd worked with for the last fifteen years knew me as being straight. Not that being into women was something to be ashamed of from the start, but for them to think after all these years I'd changed? 

"I'm sorry." Mandy said, the smile fading, "I'm making you nervous."

"Oh, its okay I just...I'm not you know..."

Mandy's smile returned and as she reached into her purse she said, "Not comfortable yet. It's okay, Linda. Here's my card, you ever want to go out for a drink and you know, talk about things, feel free."

I took the card, cursing the trembling fingers that told her she was right.

"Thank you, maybe I will." I forced those words past my scared persona.

"I hope you will. Well gotta run, but I'll be there for awhile tonight so if you want to swing by after your massage?"

"I'll see." I slipped the card into my purse as I watched Mandy walk around her car.

My eyes longingly stared at the backs of her legs and her ass swinging in the snug skirt. She gave me a wave when she pulled away and I sighed. Now there would now be a new game, me staring at the card every night trying to get up the nerve to call, but knowing I wouldn't.

 *****

I arrived outside Spadyssey and let the failed opportunity with Mandy slip from my thoughts. This was the time I waited for all week; the hour I let my fantasies run wild while the soft hands of a beautiful woman roamed over my body. Paula, the owner and my personal masseuse, had no idea of the pleasure I received from her skills. 

I'm sure she thought the occasional groans that escaped me were the simple sounds of relaxation and relief of sore muscles. She had no idea those sounds were muffled moans and that my nipples ached and my pussy flowed as she went about her job.

Paula had become my go to girl in my fantasies and although she was an attractive woman it had taken me awhile to realize why, well in addition to her touching my all but naked body. Paula was a safe 'girl crush.' 

She was four years older than me and happily married with a daughter in college. The fact I knew there would never be any chance of any type of encounter between us made Paula a great pressure free outlet for my Sapphic desires. The fact she was sexy as hell helped.

Speaking of the devil, Paula was just coming out of the back when I approached the front desk to check in.

"Linda!" she gave me a huge wave and smile, "Happy Friday!"

"TGIF!" I laughed

"I love that dress! Looks like you're ready to make someone else thankful it's Friday!"

"Oh, don't worry." I grinned, "You're going to get your tip, you don't have to sweet talk me."

"I'm not." Paula stood behind the receptionist as I signed in and handed her a check for tonight's visit. "You look great. Good to see you dressing more fun these days."

"I feel more fun," I flirted, knowing it was going right over her head.

"Nothing wrong with that!" She pointed to the back, "You can go into room two and change up, and I'll be right in."

I walked around the desk and down the hallway towards the room, but stopped with my hand on the door and watched Paula talking to the receptionist. As always she was wearing a simple t-shirt that stretched across her ample chest and a pair of stretch pants that showed every curve of her shapely legs and curvy ass. Paula had her black hair up and as always, I wondered what it would look like down, preferably on her bare body. 

Paula looked damn good for her age, with her smooth tanned skin, large brown eyes and the easy smile that always appeared to be ready to spread across her face allowed her to pass for a decade younger. 

That smile also highlighted the most sensual lips I'd seen. I knew men who would refer to them as blow job lips, but all I could think of was what they would look like embracing my soft wet pink lips, maybe even the ones on my face, I added with a dirty giggle to myself.

Entering the changing room, I stood in front of the full length mirror and after removing my sandals slid the dress off my shoulders and gave a sexy shimmy, letting the dress pool at my feet. Dressed in just the bra and thong I imagined Mandy taking me in. 

I blinked her away; Mandy wanted what I so badly wanted and wouldn't allow myself to have. Mandy was not a safe fantasy at all; Paula was the girl to think about checking me out!

I removed my bra, and cupped my small perky tits, offering them to my reflection. I imagined rubbing them against Paula's large soft breasts and my hard pink nipples being devoured by those perfect lips. I stroked my nipples with my thumbs and shuddered. I picked up the long white towel to wrap around my waist and as I did looked at my thong.

My ass was exposed, but for the thin string, and with a deliciously dirty feeling, I slid it off so I would be naked beneath the towel rather than wearing underwear as the spa required. I put my hair up, admiring the way my breasts lifted to a sexier angle and wishing I wasn't the only female noticing them.

My heart beat faster and my lips parted to release a long deep breath. Of all the images that had gone through my mind concerning women, this was the one that worked me up the most; standing completely naked in front of another woman. 

I could imagine seeing the desire in her eyes as she took me in with her hungry gaze. In my mind she would still be dressed whereas I was nude, completely exposed, eagerly seeking the approval of my fantasy lover. 

I would feel wanton, driven by lust as I sought her approval with my body. That, as much as her touch was what drove me crazy about these sessions with Paula; that she was fully dressed and I was naked except for a flimsy towel and my panties beneath it.

But tonight I would be completely naked underneath! Just the thought of her hands unwittingly caressing my skin inches from my hot bare pussy sent a shiver through me. I was more wound up than usual and could just imagine how hard I would come later tonight, when I stroked my pussy to the thought of Paula discovering my nakedness and being excited by it.

Wrapping the towel around my waist and pulling the loose end up to my breasts, I paused then lowered it just enough for my nipples to be peeking out. I took a deep breath and walked out into the room, hoping Paula was in it and I would give her an 'accidental' peek. It would mean nothing to her, in fact I am sure she had ended up seeing quite a few breasts during her job, but it would send me gushing.

Paula was in the room, but with her back to me as she washed her hands. I stared at the sweet curve of her ass then with a mental sigh of resignation pulled the towel to cover my breasts, just as she turned around. 

"Ready to start the weekend off right, brown eyes?" she asked, her ever present smile touching her own dark eyes.

"As right as I can these days." I answered as I reached the table and slipping onto it, lay on my stomach. 

"Does that mean another weekend home?" 

"I....ummm" I sighed as her hands pressed into my shoulders, "Jeez what was I saying?"

"I like that effect." Paula laughed.

I wondered if she would say that if she knew the real effect she had on me was a clit that was beginning to throb as her strong fingers kneaded my shoulders. 

"You do have some talented fingers." I sighed, thinking of what else they could be good at. 

"My husband says the same thing," Paula giggled.

And that was why Paula was a safe bet. She was straight and married and I was straight and too afraid to be otherwise. Resting my head on the soft pillow, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift while enjoying Paula's amazing touch.

She worked her hands outward from my shoulders and down the tops of my arms. As she leaned over me I felt her breasts pressing into my back and even though she was wearing a shirt it gave me a thrill to feel their firm weight against my bare skin. 

Paula began chatting away; everything from the weather to her daughter's first semester and her husband's stress at work. In between she asked me what was going on, but my answers were minimal and sometimes simple grunts in the affirmative. I was barely hearing half of what she said; instead I lay there reveling in her touch. Paula's hands worked down my back to just above the towel over my ass. 

When she left my back to go down the other end and start with my feet, my mind took a different course. In my sexier alternate reality Paula removed my towel, spread my ass apart and plunged her tongue deep into my hot little box. A soft moan slipped from me, but it coincided with Paula lifting my leg and rubbing my foot. Even that was a turn on, picturing her playfully sucking my toes in her mouth, using her tongue to tickle them while giving me a hint of what else it would do for me. 

"You're feet are so soft!" Paula said.

"I had a pedicure Tuesday," I replied, then bit back an obvious moan when she switched from pushing her thumbs into the ball of my foot to lightly caressing the sole.

"Damn, my feet are never this soft." She told me as her fingers trailed lightly over the top of my foot and sighed, "And you don't even have anyone to appreciate them right now."

"Well I don't know how many guys appreciate feet." I giggled as she ran her fingers across the bottom of my other foot. "Not what they usually appreciate."

"All parts of a woman's body are beautiful." 

Paula's words caused my eyes to open. Was she...flirting? I'd been coming here for four months and she had never remarked on my feet being soft and that last comment? Paula resumed working her fingers into the base of my toes and I lay there telling myself to knock it off. 

"Men are hard and rough and rarely take care of their skin." She continued and her strong fingers began to rub my lower calves, "But women, are soft and smooth and do everything they can to look and feel good." She paused, "Do you feel good about yourself Linda? Do you feel sexy?"

"Well...I..."

"Come on, don't be modest." Paula coaxed, "You're a sexy woman, its okay to know that."

I swallowed and my heart began to pound. My already hard nipples ached as they pressed into the soft towel beneath me and I swore I could feel my pussy starting to drip. I forced myself to calm down and answered softly, "I feel sexy when I'm here."

"Good answer!" Paula's was now rubbing the soft skin behind my knees, "I always tell women that a massage is part of being sexy. It's a woman taking care of her body, pampering herself."

"Do you treat yourself?" I asked, wondering if I was playing along with something real or this was just random conversation.

"There is something I indulge in sometimes," She said softly, "but nowhere near often enough."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"Hmmm we were talking about you." Paula's hands were moving up the backs of my legs and I parted my lips to breathe as my chest began to heave against the table. 

"What about me?" I heard a tremble in my voice and wondered if she noticed.

"Well..." she paused and her hands were now on the backs of my upper thighs. "Linda, could I ask you a personal question?"

"S...sure." I barely choked out the word.

"I know it's kind of forward," she began, "But..." Her hand stopped on my thighs just below the towel. "Can you open your legs a little?"

"Is that the question?" I laughed nervously, "That is forward."

"Oh my God!" Paula laughed, "Jeez that did sound bad! That wasn't my real question, but can you spread your legs a little so I can reach the inside?"

I spread my legs open several inches and felt how wet I was. Paula's hands slipped to the inside of my upper thighs and my fingers clenched the towel in an effort to stay still.

"What I was wondering," Paula was leaning over me as she spoke and her fingers felt as if they were moving up underneath the towel. "How is it a sweet, sexy woman like you has no boyfriend?"

"Oh, I..." Paula's hands were definitely higher up my thigh than they ever had been before. 

The towel pushed up further towards my ass and I was acutely aware that with no panties, if Paula looked where her hands were she would notice as well. 

"You don't have to answer." She said at my hesitation. "Just seems odd, in all the time you've come here, there's been no one."

"I...well I guess I'm not really looking." I said feeling like an idiot. What the hell did I think she was going to ask? Paula was married for Christ's sake.

"Oh," Paula's hand strayed even further and even though I'd had my bizarre fantasy shattered, I had to hold back a moan at how good her hands felt on my inner thighs. "So not looking or not looking for a....Oh!"




A Woman's Touch



A loud unmistakably sexual moan escaped me and Paula gasped when her hand moved further and came into contact with my pussy; my sopping wet pussy. Paula's hand remained there for a moment that seemed frozen in time and although the feeling of her hand sent a surge of excitement through my body, my first reaction was embarrassment and I could feel my face flushing. 

"I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, pulling her hand away not just quickly, but quickly enough to confirm that all I had just done was make us both feel awkward.

I pushed up on my elbows and blushing furiously said, "I...I'm sorry I...I didn't think you would..."

"My fault." Paula was as red as I was. "I..." we both jumped when the intercom buzzed on the wall.

"Paula?" It was the receptionist, "I'm sorry, but can you come out here for a minute? The damn credit card machine is acting up again!"

"One minute." Paula looked at me and forced a laugh, "Don't worry about it, I wasn't paying attention and..." she shrugged, "I'll be right back okay?"

"Okay." I said softly.

As soon as Paula left, I stood up and wrapping the towel tightly around me this time, went into the changing room and dressed quickly. I left the room and walking as quietly as I could past Paula who was on her knees peering under the counter at the wires for the credit card machine. 

The receptionist was chatting with the customer waiting to check out and feeling like a fool, I slipped out the door without anyone noticing. 

 *****

I looked at the time and shrugged. It was quarter to five and in fifteen minutes I'd be heading home for the weekend. Unlike the last few Friday's I barely felt any excitement. My idiotic behavior last week had robbed me of the closest thing I'd had to fulfilling my fantasies. Even my incessant thoughts of enjoying the female form had decreased during the week. 

I still thought about it, especially lying in bed at night. My hands would roam across my body with the thought of them being those of another woman, but now when my mind started to focus on Paula I would force her from my mind. Sometimes it worked and I would concentrate on Mandy whom I'd seen in the building several times. Sometimes I would wave and keep moving, other times she cornered me and flirted outrageously. 

As always I blushed and walked away promising a phone call, but as I had anticipated, the closest I got to that was sitting on the couch staring at her card. I felt like a high school girl afraid to call the popular boy who had given her his number.

But even though Mandy was attractive and blatantly interested; literally willing to give me all that I desired, Paula still snuck into my lust crazed brain. I would cave and masturbate to her, rubbing my clit to a totally different ending to last Friday's debacle.

I shut my computer down and glanced at my cell phone. Paula had left me two messages; one Friday night and one on Monday asking me to give her a call and I couldn't bring myself to do it. On Tuesday I had called and cancelled my upcoming appointments with the receptionist and had mixed feelings when Paula didn't call again. It was for the best, I supposed and I could go somewhere else, but it wouldn't be the same. 

I stood up and looked down at my prim and proper skirt and blouse. Nothing fun for after work because there was nowhere fun to go. I was reaching for my cell when it startled me by ringing. I didn't recognize the number, but it was local so I answered.

"Hello?"

"Ha, I got you!" Paula chirped, "I figured you wouldn't answer if I called from the spa."

"Oh, um, hi Paula." I said awkwardly.

"Hi yourself, what's this you're not coming tonight?"

"I...look, I just feel..."

"Linda, please." Paula sighed, "You think you're the first woman who did that?"

"No, I guess not, but..." I wasn't sure what to say, but sure as hell wouldn't ask if the others had been wet during their massage.

"But what? A little awkward for a minute sure, but I mean," she laughed, "I have one too, I know what they feel like!"

Uninvited an image of Paula playing with herself exploded into my mind and I closed my eyes unable to push it aside, but managed to speak, "Yeah well it was pretty humiliating on my end and..."

"And what, you're not going to come back? Come on, Linda don't stay away because of that. I forgot all about it until I found out you weren't coming tonight." She paused, "Please come tonight."

Oh, how I wish that was meant another way!

"I...maybe next week." I stalled.

"You have plans?" I paused a little too long and she continued, "Then come on down!"

"I...okay." I caved; if nothing else Paula deserved an apology in person.

"Great, but there's one problem, Rebecca scheduled someone for five thirty, can you come around seven?"

"I thought you went home at seven?"

"Tonight I'll stay. Besides, I have something special for you, something new that I'm getting into and want to try with a special client."

"Then do that for someone who's been coming longer than me."

"Nope, I think it's perfect for you and free of charge!"

"Oh, no!" I said firmly, "No way I'm not giving you something for tonight."

Paula sighed heavily in my ear, "Fine, I'll let you make tonight worth my while, deal?"

"Deal, I will give you something for tonight."

"Just remember you said that." Paula laughed and ended the call.

 *****

I pulled in front of the spa and saw only Paula's red Infinity in the first spot. When I entered I saw most of the lights had been shut off leaving the foyer in darkness except for the light coming down the hallway from the back. 

"Hello?" I called out as I approached the vacant desk.

"Be right out!" Paula called from her off that was off to the left behind the reception area.

"I thought you guys were open until nine?" I called back to her.

"I screwed up and gave two girls tonight off, so I just rescheduled their appointments for tomorrow." Paula replied, "I didn't want to work all night and that's the best thing about being the owner."

"Yeah I imagine it's a....wow Paula!" 

I immediately felt like a fool blurting that out, but Paula had just come out of her office and...wow! She was dressed in a one piece black dress so short the hem barely fell past her upper thigh. 

The front was just as revealing, plunging into a deep V that exposed more than half of her ample breasts. In addition to the surprising lack of material the micro dress was tight enough to appear painted on, hugging her body and displaying her impressive set of curves. 

Not only her curves, but my eyes widened when I noted she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were plainly visible. I pushed my eyes past her incredible chest, but didn't find much relief. Paula's black hair was down and looked damn good flowing down her shoulders and back. She was wearing makeup and her amazing lips were painted a playful shade of pink.

"I'll take wow!" Paula laughed, doing a quick spin that showed most of her back was bare and just how well the dress hugged her ass, she stopped and put her arms out, "You like?"

"Um, yeah." I nodded, being careful not to let myself say anything further, "You going out after work?"

"I am!" she gave me a huge smile, "One Friday a month Jeff goes and plays poker and I have a girl's night out."

"Good for you." I smiled and allowed myself the thought of Paula shaking what she had-and she had plenty-on a dance floor somewhere.

"Hey, you can come if you want!" Paula exclaimed, "Always room for one more."

"No, uh...I'm not dressed for that."

"Go change and meet me."

"I...I think I'll just chill out tonight." I replied, playing it safe again.

"Well, maybe I can get you to change your mind. Come on in the back and check out my new room!"

She turned and headed down the hallway and I followed, my eyes glued to the seductive swaying of her well rounded ass. I let my eyes wander down the backs of her shapely legs and took in her black fuck me stilettos. Paula opened the door to one of the rooms and said, "Change in here and go through that door," she pointed across the room. "That's a brand new room I just had renovated and you'll be the first one to try it."

She went over to the door and said over her shoulder, "I'm going to get it ready, see you in a couple of minutes."

She slipped through the door and entering the small changing room I stripped down and as I removed my bra ignored my hard nipples. I had promised I would do the best I could to not be a horny mess this time. I pinned my hair up, left my thong on and wrapping the towel tightly around me, left the room. I entered the other room and stopped in the doorway. 

The room was lit entirely by well over a dozen candles placed on the floor and there was no table, only a long mat in the middle of the candles. There was soft music playing and the air was laced with vanilla incense from the small burners placed around the room. Next to the mat was a wooden bowl suspended in a metal frame above one of the candles.

"Come on in and close the door, the heat is part of the effect." Paula spoke from my left. 

I closed the door while noting she wasn't kidding, I was already beginning to flush from the heat. Paula was leaning against the only table in the room and lifting her legs one at a time removed her heels. Each leg that rose exposed a lot of her soft inner thigh and a bead of sweat ran down my back that wasn't just from the sauna like temperature of the room.

"Lay down," She gestured towards the floor.

I walked over to the mat and kneeling down began to unwrap my towel. Paula came around in front of me and squatting down placed a small pillow down, "Rest your head on that and just let your arms stay by your sides."

"Sure." I started to pull the towel open, but stopped when she remained where she was. 

Paula was leaning forward and giving me a view down her dress that showed not only her breasts, but I could see the darker skin around her nipples. My own nipples stiffened and swallowing I said, "Could you, you know, turn around?"

"Oh." Paula stood up, "Sure, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Some women don't care." She smiled, "I have to say I don't think you'd have anything to be ashamed of."

"Thanks, I guess I'm shy." I told her which was pretty true, at least with women.

Paula walked around to stand behind me and looking over my shoulder I saw she had her back to me, "When you remove the towel there's a red silk cloth next to the mat just wrap that around your waist for me."

"Okay." I let the towel fall away and kneeling in just my thong placed it to the side and picked up the soft cloth.

There was very little material and even starting it just over the swelling of my public mound it barely covered the cheeks of my ass. I pushed it a little lower figuring I would be on my stomach anyway.

I started to stretch out when a movement caught my eye across the small room. The movement was me in the full length mirror on the wall. As I looked at my topless reflection, I caught Paula off to the side, barely visible in the mirror, staring directly into it, looking at me.

Seeing me now looking, I saw her turn her head quickly and for the first time this visit felt a heat growing between my legs that rivaled that of the room. My fantasy returned full blown. Paula was dressed, scantily, but dressed and I was all but naked, on my knees and she had been looking. 

Despite the disastrous results of last time I was hornier than ever and let the material 'slip' out of my hand to the floor so that I was not totally nude. I looked down behind me as if trying to find the cloth and when I looked up into the mirror, again saw her look away. I could have stayed there for hours, just sitting on the floor exposed to her, but gave myself a reality check and wrapped the flimsy cloth around me.

I stretched out on my stomach sighing as my hard nipples pressed into the soft mat and turning my head to the left rested my face on the warm pillow. Paula knelt down on the floor behind me and said, "I know this sounds like déjà vu all over again, but can you open your legs for me?"

"Oh, I...."

"On the floor it's either that or I have to straddle you to be able to massage your back correctly."

A shiver went through me at the word straddle, but telling myself to just relax and get my head out of the world of lesbian porn; I opened my legs wide enough for her to kneel between them.

I could feel her legs against mine as she leaned over me and reveled in the contact. Paula's warm hands started on my shoulders and I purred in contentment as she worked the kinks out. After a couple of minutes, she leaned to the side and dipped her hand into the wooden bowl.

I felt something wet and warm on my back and she said, "Vanilla oil, it helps soothe muscles from the inside out."

As her hands spread the oil and began to massage it into the middle of my back parts of my body felt anything but relaxed. My nipples were throbbing and my clit was matching its rhythm. The heat from the oil spread through my body and it was all I could do not to start grinding my hips into the mat. Paula poured some of the oil down both my arms and as she worked it in, I could feel her hair tickling my back.

"Going to get your hair sticky." I said softly.

"That's okay, I like being sticky." She answered.

I laughed nervously, "That can be fun sometimes."

"True, but only when you can do something about it." Paula's hands had switched to my lower back and I sighed as the heat spread pleasantly down below the silk to my ass. "But if you can't, it can be pretty frustrating."

"Yeah, horny isn't fun if there's no one to enjoy it with" I replied, thinking I knew that all too well lately.

"Even if there is someone, if it's not exactly what we want it can be tough, satisfying, but not completely."

"Yeah, mister right now doesn't always do it." I agreed, "But seems like you have mister right."

"I do, Jeff is wonderful," she sighed wistfully, "But sometimes it's more about Mrs. Right," she laughed, "Well for me it would Mrs. Right now."

"Mrs...." I trailed off unsure if I had understood her or if my fevered mind was again hearing what it wanted to.

"Imagine sometimes wanting something different." Paula spoke quietly as her hands worked the back of my thighs, "Picture yourself desiring a woman."

"A....woman." I was barely able to get the words out in a hoarse whisper.

"Yes, a woman. Just follow along with me. Think about wanting to experience the softer sex. Wanting to know what they would be like, how different they would feel. Women are so much more erotic then men, more sensual, more seductive, more....beautiful." she sighed the last word and her fingers went from massaging to lightly caressing my legs.

"Now I'm not saying all the time, like a married woman would leave her husband or boyfriend, but more like a..." she paused "A craving."

"Craving." I knew I sounded like a parrot, but between the heat of the room, my body being totally relaxed and my mind overwhelmed with what she was saying, it was all I could manage. 

"Yes, a craving for something different."

Paula's fingers were now trailing lightly along my inner thighs and a shudder went through me. Part of me wanted to yell 'don't tease me', but that stubbornly self conscious part told me to change the conversation and stop wanting what I was raised to think was wrong.

"The occasional desire; no not desire, need to feel a woman's soft breasts against your own to have your lips lovingly embrace her softer more intimate lips, to taste her and hear her soft sighs in your ears." Paula's voice was becoming breathy and her fingers were trembling against my thigh as they worked their way higher.

"Now imagine having that craving and doing what I do for a living. Think about what it would be like to see these beautiful women all but naked in front of you and have your hands all over their bodies." She paused and looking up into the mirror I saw her staring down at me, her lips parted as she breathed through her mouth, her chest heaving beneath the dress.

"It's so hard, Linda. There are days I soak through my panties and have to change in my office because it happens so often I keep extra pairs here. Some days I lock myself in and get off in between clients."

"Oh, I..." I was speechless, my body trembled as it dawned on me this was either a prank far crueler than I could picture Paula playing or my fantasy was rapidly becoming a reality.

"I've had a couple of clients flirt with me, but I'm married and have to be careful. You never know who might say what. So I've been careful to never mix work with pleasure, but then I felt you last week, felt how wet you were, wet like this."

Paula leaned up and swinging her leg over mine straddled my leg.

"Oh my God!" I cried out at the feeling of her bare wet flesh pressing against my thigh. "You....you're so..."

"Wet." Paula finished while grinding her hips into my leg, smearing her pussy across it. "As wet as you were last week."

My only answer was a low moan at the feeling of her hot flesh pressing to mine. Paula grabbed the red cloth and tossed it to the side, "Aww, you're wearing a thong."

"Paula, I...I've never...."

"I know." She said softly, "I can tell. You're just beginning to explore aren't you? That's okay; my first time wasn't until a few years ago while I was on a cruise with a friend."

Paula caused me to gasp by grabbing my ass and giving it a squeeze. "Hmmm, very nice."

"Don't...don't tease me." I whispered. "Please," I sounded pathetic, but I was beginning to squirm, rolling my hips into the mat and straining to move my leg between hers.

"Oh, this is your first time." She purred. "You're worried I'm teasing? How about I put your mind at ease?"

Sitting up, Paula grabbed the hem of her dress and with no hesitation, pulled it off. My eyes widened and my mouth opened at the sight of Paula's naked body over mine. Her breasts were large and round and even in the mirror I could see how hard her rose colored nipples were. My eyes roamed up and down her body, feasting on her soft flat stomach, the curve of her thighs, every inch of her bare flesh.

Paula leaned forward so that her hands were on either side of my head and I moaned loudly at the feeling of her nipples pressing into my back. She began rocking her hips, sliding her pussy back and forth on my leg and as she placed her lips near my ear a low moan escaped her. I'd never heard a sexier sound and a shiver went through me when she spoke close enough that I felt her hot breath on my ear.

"Just relax and enjoy Linda, the woman I was with the first time was so good to me! I've longed to be in the same position. To be the experienced woman showing another how amazing it can be. Paula's tongue flicked out across my ear and as I whimpered she asked, "You do want me, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" I groaned as her lips fastened to my neck. 

My entire body trembled as those soft lips that I had fantasized about for months worked their way along my neck. When she gently sucked on the spot just below my ear I released a long moan and Paula whispered, "God that sounds sexy."

She had started to sway side to side, causing her nipples to slide across my back. Her hair was caressing my arms and her lips resumed their exploration of my neck. The heat of her pussy against my leg was driving me wild and I began grinding my hips hard into the mat, moaning as my clit rubbed across the soft material.

"How about you roll over?" Paula asked, "I've been dying to see those pretty titties of yours since the first time you came here."

Paula gave my neck one last lingering kiss that gave me the chills, then swinging her leg over mine, sat beside me, a smile of anticipation on her face. I rose to my knees and my arm automatically rose to cover my breasts.




A Woman's Touch



"Aww, don't be shy! Let me see them."

I took a deep breath knowing this was the moment I'd been waiting for since the day I'd seen those two women on the dance floor. With a nervous little giggle I lowered my arm and turned towards Paula, exposing my breasts to her.

"Oh, look at them, they're perfect." 

The look of absolute lust in Paula's eyes caused me to push my nervousness to the side and cupping my small tits I pushed them up, presenting them to her, "You like them?"

"Oh, I love them." Paula slid over to me and placing her hands under mine, whispered, "Let me."

My heart pounding, I slipped my hands away and moaned when they were replaced by hers. 

"Oh that feels good!" I whimpered as her thumbs slid across my aching nipples.

"Don't be shy." Paula made a show of pushing her ample chest out, "Go ahead, and play with them, they're all yours."

A smile spread across my face and I cupped Paula's large breasts and gave them a squeeze, marveling at how soft yet firm they were. She released a sigh when I imitated her by brushing my thumbs across her swollen nipples.

Paula's fingers were rolling mine in small circles and my hips were rocking in pleasure. Paula licked her lips then ducking her head caused me to cry out when she quickly sucked my right nipple into her mouth.

"Oh, yes!" I gasped at the feeling of her warm wet tongue swirling around my aching nub.

Paula moaned around my nipple and opening wide, took more than half of my tit into her mouth. I arched my back, shoving my nipple into her and groaned when her fingers lightly pinched my other nipple. I caught each of her nipples between my fingers and began rolling them, Paula moaned her approval and switched off, eagerly sucking my other nipple into her mouth and playing with the other.

I watched as her pink tongue teased across my nipple and as good as it looked and felt I released her tits and taking her face in my hands lifted it to mine. Paula started to say something, but before she could get a word out my mouth was pressed to hers. I groaned in pleasure as I felt those incredible lips against mine and heard Paula first giggle in her throat at my enthusiasm, then moan as I kissed her harder.

Her hands left my breasts and slipped around me. She caressed my back and I sighed into our kiss when one of her hands went into my hair and removed the clip. Paula slowed our kiss down, moving her head back just enough that our lips were barely touching and sliding hers lightly across mine. Her hands were now running through my long hair and I moaned when she flicked her tongue out and teased it over my lips.

I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly against me, feeling our breasts press together. My hands roamed up and down Paula's back, marveling at how soft her skin was and she sighed when I ran one hand up through her long black hair. Paula's hair was damp with sweat and her skin slick with it. I could feel the sweat forming between our breasts and it added to the overall excitement of having my body against hers. 

Paula stopped teasing and plunged her tongue between my parted lips. I opened wide, accepting her invasion of my mouth and sighed as her tongue danced across mine. I pulled her tighter against me and started grinding my hips into her. Paula moaned as her tongue continued to probe my mouth and her hands slid down my back and to my hips. Her fingers slipped into the strings of my thong and I felt a fresh wave of moisture flow from my pussy as she pushed the strings down my thighs. 

My hands worked their way downward as well, sliding up and down the curves of her ass, reveling in how damn good it felt beneath my touch. Paula removed her lips from mine and I began to protest, but the words turned into a long purr as her lips quickly moved to my neck. I let my head fall back, enjoying the feeling of my hair across my back, but nowhere near as much as I was loving her lips on the sensitive skin of my neck.

Paula trailed her soft lips down my throat and releasing me from her embrace put her hands on my shoulders and eased me back. Her lips continued their journey down my chest and my fingers tightened in her hair when she traced a slow wet circle around each nipple.

"Lay back." She whispered, "I think it's time to take the edge off."

Paula pushed me harder and sliding my legs out from under me I lay back on the mat. Paula knelt between my legs and my eyes locked onto the v between her folded legs. To my frustration all I could see was a small dark patch of hair, but I told myself to relax because there was no doubt I would be seeing all she had, and soon!

Paula reached down and grabbed the thong, "Lift up, we need to get rid of this thing."

I hesitated for a moment and Paula smiled, "Come on Linda; let me see that pretty little kitty of yours." She winked, "Or do you want to see mine first?"

"Yes please." I whispered.

"Yes please?" she laughed, "Better than that, you're a sexy woman about to enjoy another sexy woman, let me hear it the way you really want to say it."

I paused and using the sight of her sweat slicked breasts as motivation licked my lips and said, "Paula show me your pussy."

"Now that wasn't so hard!" Paula sat back and straightening her legs out slowly spread them open.

"Oh, yes." I breathed as I took in the sight of Paula's exposed pussy. 

Like her nipples her pussy lips were darker than mine and I could see her lips glistening with her desire. Her swollen clit was plainly visible and reaching down, she used two red tipped fingers to open herself for me. "You like?"

"Yes."

"Now let's see it." She ran her finger through her pussy and shuddered when she caressed her clit, "I've dreamt of it every night since I felt how wet you were for me last week." 

"You have?"

"I have," she continued to tease her clit with her finger, "Honey, I am going to lick that hot little pussy until you come in my face, but I have to see it to lick it."

Without hesitation I drew my legs up, slipped my thong down over my knees and playfully kicked it off my foot aiming it at her. Paula caught it and immediately bringing it to her face inhaled deeply. She sighed and her eyes rolled back at the scent of my pussy and my heart skipped a beat when she placed her tongue to the crotch and licked it.

"Damn." I said softly.

"Paula tossed the thong aside and pointed between my legs, "Now that is a petty pussy."

"You...you think so?" I smiled shyly as I lowered my legs and opened them for her exposing my smooth pink pussy.

"Oh, yes." She nodded then sliding closer said, "Lift your leg."

I did as she asked and pushing herself over to me, Paula slid her leg beneath mine. My eyes widened when it dawned on me what she wanted to do and as if reading my mind, she laughed. 

"Like I said we're going to take the edge off."

Draping her other leg over mine, Paula leaned back until she was resting on her elbows and with a thrust of her hips shoved her hot wet pussy against mine.

"Oh, God!" I cried out as her hard clit pressed directly into my own swollen button.

Paula started bucking her hips and I moaned as her slick flesh slid up and down my hot pussy. Following her lead, I leaned back on my elbows and moved my hips. After a moment Paula matched my rhythm and we both moaned as our clits rubbed across each other. 

"You feel so good!" I groaned as I fought to keep my hips moving as slow as hers were.

"Wait until you feel my tongue." Paula promised.

My reply was stifled by a whimper as our clits ground into each other and I concentrated on the incredible experience. In addition to how fucking good it felt, Paula looked amazing. Her face was flushed with heat and passion and her long dark hair was sticking to her cheeks and shoulders. Her beautiful lips were parted and her large tits heaving.

Paula lifted her leg and placing her foot on my breast curled her red toe nails into my nipple. I moaned as she massaged my tit with her soft foot, then with a giggle Paula lifted her foot and placed her toes at my lips.

I didn't hesitate to open my mouth and suck her toes into it. Paula groaned loudly as my tongue playfully swirled across her toes and with a laugh I lifted my leg, offering her my foot. With an eagerness that caused me to jerk my hips hard into hers, Paula began sucking on my toes, sliding her tongue in between them as she moved from one to the other.

She removed her toes from my mouth and placing her foot on my thigh began to work her hips harder. Her fingers went to her nipples and she began moaning continuously as she pulled her swollen flesh.

"Play with your tits for me." She breathed, "Squeeze those pretty pink nipples nice and hard."

Balancing on my elbows I cupped my sweaty tits and began rubbing my nipples in circle.

"Oh fuck!" Paula moaned, moving her hips faster and in a circular motion. 

I gasped as our clits rubbed around mine and our pussies began making wet smacking noises as she ground into me. I exhaled sharply as my hips twitched and my legs straightened under and over hers. I could feel my thighs trembling and began whimpering

"Oh,...oh Paula, oh just like that!"

Paula's brown eyes were wide and staring into mine as she made sound similar to a hiccup and I felt her toes curl hard into my thigh. I felt her legs shaking against mine and throwing her head back she cried out, "Oh yes! Oh. Linda!" 

The sound of her crying my name sent me over the edge and with a long loud squeal; six months of fantasies came to an ecstatic reality as I came from the touch of another woman. My hips bucked wildly, grinding my clit hard into Paula. I could feel her pussy quivering against mine and throwing my head back I emitted a howl of pleasure that released all the pent up frustration of the prior months.

Across from me Paula was making short sharp little yelping noises that sounded like ecstatic hiccups as her own orgasm tore through her. Her eyes were on my face, no doubt drawing inspiration for her own pleasure from my squeals and moans.

I tried to keep eye contact with her, but when another wave of orgasm crashed through my pleasure wracked body, I gave up and letting my elbows slide out to the sides lay on my back, staring at the ceiling as my hips continued to move with a mind of their own

"Ohhh my....oh, Paula..." I gasped, then let out a long shuddering moan as the last of the powerful orgasm flowed through my body.

Paula let loose with a loud cry and I felt a wave of wet fluid smear across my pussy as her hips bucked several more times before she moaned, "Oh, fuck I came hard."

"I....oh wow." I laughed like a giddy young girl, "Wow!"

Paula sat up and slid away from me and I moaned at the feeling of our sticky flesh parting.

"Now that's wow." Paula said softly.

I forced myself back up to my elbows and stared down at the site of the thin lines of fluid trailing between us as Paula eased her leg from under mine and eased backwards.

"That looks so good."

"It does." Paula sat up on her knees and with a wicked smile added, "So good I need a taste."

Moving forward, Paula buried her face between my thighs and I cried out in surprised pleasure at the feeling of her lips and tongue sliding across my sopping slit. 

"Oh, yes!" I called out, as Paula ran her tongue through the folds of my pussy.

She ran her tongue up and down the length of my quivering flesh and when she reached my clit she sucked hard enough to cause her lips to smack and me to cry out. Paul swirled her tongue around my clit several times making me whimper and squirm. She stopped and teasingly made her way down before spreading me open and plunging her tongue inside me.

"Oh!" I yelped as she moved her head working her rigid tongue in and out of me. "I...I can't believe you...you're going down on me!"

Paula paused and laughed, "Going down? Linda, I'm licking your hot little pussy!" 

She plunged her tongue back inside me then pulled her head back and I groaned at the line of sticky fluid trailing from her tongue to my pussy. Moving quickly, Paula crawled up over me and putting her hands on either side of my shoulders lowered her head and all but devoured my mouth. I whimpered in my throat as her sticky tongue invaded my mouth, filling it with my own juices. 

Overwhelmed by lust, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down to me. Paula purred delightedly as I eagerly sucked her tongue loving the taste of myself from her. Our bodies were slick with sweat and her heavy breasts were smothering mine.

I lifted my legs and put them around her waist, drawing her even closer. The room was filled with the sounds of our moaning as we kissed deeply and passionately, her knee rubbing into my pussy.

Paula pulled her lips from mine and sliding down she sucked my nipple into her mouth so hard I cried out in pain. That pain was short lived as she continued to suck and massaged my throbbing nipple with her tongue.

Paula switched to sucking my other nipple and easing her hand down between us began to rub my clit in hard fast circles. I tried to tell her how good it felt, but the words turned into another loud squeal when she surprised me by shoving two fingers inside me.

I moaned as her thumb teased my clit while her long slender fingers pumped slowly in and out of my dripping pussy. Paula made a show of teasing my swollen nipple with just the tip of her tongue, her dark eyes on me and a smile playing about her lips as I lay there helpless to do anything but moan and rock my hips into her fingers. 

Paula released my nipples and still looking me in the eye trailed her tongue down my stomach pausing to suck gently on my soft flesh. She withdrew her fingers from inside and I whimpered and thrust my hips at her. 

Paula gave me a playful wink as she worked her body down mine. She slid all the way down between my legs and resting on her forearms placed a soft kiss on each of my trembling thighs.

"Don't tease." I implored her as she made a show of teasing her tongue along the crease of my thigh. 

"I'm teasing myself." She said softly as she spread my lips open and blew lightly on my aching clit.

Paula kissed my swollen nub then swirled her tongue around it before working it back down through the folds of my pussy. Once again her tongue entered me, but slowly this time and I whimpered as she teasingly probed me. 

She sucked hard and I moaned as I felt my juices flow into her eager mouth. Paula worked her tongue back up and after an agonizingly slow trip around my yearning clit placed her lips around my throbbing nub and sucked hard while reinserting her fingers inside me.

"Oh God yes!" I moaned as she began sucking my clit in rhythm with her thrusting fingers.

I placed my feet on her shoulders and pushing lifted my hips off the mat and began shoving them into her mouth. Paula slid a third finger inside me and I groaned as my pussy stretched around them. I gasped when she pushed them even deeper and curled her fingers searching for that elusive spot.

Paula was sucking hard enough on my clit to cause her lips to smack and her fingers were moving within me fast and hard. Paula didn't just feel good, she looked good as well. My eyes drank in the sight of her lying between my legs, her long dark hair across her tanned sweat slicked back and her round ass in the air.

Her hips were grinding into the mat and her knees were bent, her feet kicking playfully as she devoured my pussy. Even though I'd just cum minutes ago my legs were shaking and I curled my toes hard into her shoulders. 

"Oh Paula." I moaned, "Oh, God, just like that!"

Paula looked up at me and sucking my clit into her mouth curled her fingers hard. I cried out and grabbing my aching nipples began playing with them as I watched Paula's sweat and cum slicked face between my thighs.

She began sucking fast and hard while wiggling her fingers and I and arching my back off the matt I whimpered as I felt myself teetering on the edge. With a wink, Paula pressed a finger from her other hand against my ass and slowly eased it inside my tight hole. 

At the same time her finger penetrated me she curled her fingers hard and sucked my clit into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed as I went off like a rocket.

My body convulsed and I felt my pussy and ass contract around her thrusting fingers. Reaching down I grabbed her sweat soaked hair and bucking my hips wildly wrapped my legs around her head, pinning her face between my thighs. Paula squealed between as I ground my quivering pussy in her face, but her mouth continued to work my clit as her fingers plunged deep inside my convulsing holes. 

I screamed again and again and then gasped when her fingers curled again and my body tensed and seemed to pause. I moaned in frustration then Paula uncurled her fingers and my body exploded. A scream of raw animal pleasure erupted from me and I felt a pressure release within me.

Paula squealed again and I felt something warm wet and sticky oozing down my thighs. I was now moaning continuously, my body moving of its own volition as my mind was lost in a haze of lust and pleasure.

My pussy contracted and once more I felt a warm wave of fluid flow through me and past Paula's fingers and into her face as her talented fingers kept my body singing for her. I released a long pathetic sounding whimper and let my legs fall limply from Paula's shoulders.

"Oh...oh...." I moaned repeatedly as I tried to catch my breath, "I....oh, fuck."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Paula laughed and sitting up, wiped at her glistening face.

"God, I don't think I can move." I sighed.

"Well, then I'll come to you." 

Paula stood up and stepping over me, positioned herself so she was standing over my head. 

"Goddamn," I whispered looking up into her pussy as she opened it for me. "Oh, yes, I want it!"

Paula lowered herself to a squatting position and as I eagerly stuck my tongue out, teased her pussy across it. She moaned softly and I whimpered, lifting my head to try to get a better taste.

Paula laughed, raising herself just out of my reach before leaning forward and bracing her hands on the floor over my head. She lowered her pussy once more and this time stayed still as my tongue pressed into her hot flesh and made the pleasant journey through the length of her beautiful pussy.

I inhaled deeply and moaned at her incredible scent. I curled my tongue and scooping up some of her sticky juice sucked it into my mouth. My eyes rolled back at the sweet taste of her excited pussy and when she spread her lips further open I took her up on the invitation and slipped my tongue inside her.

"Hmm, that's nice." Paula purred, "Just like that, do it just how you like it done to you."

I teased my tongue around inside her, before working it up through the soft folds of her pussy. I forced myself to take my time wanting to be as good to her as she had been to me. I let my tongue explore every delicious inch of her pussy, the tip tracing her lips and sliding between them.

When I reached her clit and sucked it gently into my mouth, Paula leaned backwards and grabbing my ankles, began to move her hips working her pussy up and down my tongue.

She moaned loudly as I caught her clit with a quick suck each time it came within reach then sighed when my tongue slipped through her lips. I placed my hands on her thighs and using my fingers spread her pussy open. Paula moved her hips faster and I held my tongue still, letting her dictate how fast I licked her. Her knees were next to my head and her hot thighs pressing against my sides. 

"Fuck that feels good, but hold on, I want my favorite!"

Paula stood up, reversed herself and getting onto her knees slid her legs under my arms, placing us in a sixty nine position. She eased back and I licked my lips at the sight of her round ass and glistening pussy lowering to my face. Grabbing the cheeks of her ass I spread them open and unable to resist shoved my tongue into her pick rosebud.




A Woman's Touch



"Oh you bad girl!" Paula squealed, "Look at you!"

I giggled as my tongue probed her tight little asshole and felt her nipples press into my stomach as she let herself rest on my body. Placing her head on my thigh, Paula flicked her tongue across my once again swollen clit and a shudder went through me. I pushed my tongue into her ass, reveling in the dirtiness of it as well as her delighted squeal when I did. I moved my tongue around and with a sigh, Paula said,

"Linda, that feels so good, but honey, this girl needs to cum. Will you make me cum?"

"Oh, yes!" I groaned into her pussy.

Sliding my tongue from her ass, I slipped it through her pussy and finding her clit began swirling my tongue in circles. Paula moaned and her hips twitched pushing her moist flesh back into my face. Sliding my hand down her ass I eased two fingers inside her and was amazed at how hot and tight her pussy felt. Paula yelped as I thrust them in deeply and her pussy contracted around my plunging fingers. 

As she had done, I found a steady rhythm with my fingers and matched it with my sucking. Paula's thighs started to shake and she was moaning softly, but despite that her tongue continued to lightly flick across my clit. I didn't think I could cum again, but nevertheless it felt incredible and the slow, loving way she was teasing me was just as enjoyable. Paula rocked her hips; sliding my fingers out and plunging them back in while forcing me to move my head to keep my lips fastened to her clit. 

"Lick it!" she cried out. "Lick it as hard as you can!"

I stopped sucking and fluttered my tongue against her pulsing button as fast and hard as I could. Paula's leg tightened around me and she began making those sexy little hiccup noises as I continued to work her button with my rigid tongue. 

"Yes, oh....oh, Linda....a little more...oh, I'm going to cum so hard for you! I...Oh!"

Paula's thighs clamped around my head, but even with my ears blocked I could hear the wail of pleasure she emitted as her hips bucked wildly into my fingers and tongue. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers and she began grinding her hot quivering flesh into my face. Not that I was complaining I was moaning from the sheer thrill of sucking this amazing woman off and making her cum as hard as she had made me.

Paula was squealing into my pussy and I cried out into hers when she sucked my clit into her mouth and began moaning into my hot little box. Again I doubted I would cum, but oh, it felt good! My tongue continued its bathing of her clit and with a long satisfied sigh; Paula swung her leg over my head and rolled over onto her back. 

We both lay there gasping for breath and as I stared up at the flickering pattern of the candles on the ceiling I smiled. After months of dreaming about it, I'd finally experienced another woman and it had been even better than I could have imagined. Paula sat up next to me and reaching down playfully ran her finger nail across my soft stomach sending a shiver through me.

"So, was that your best massage ever?"

"Oh my god, Paula!" I exclaimed, "Thank you!"

"The pleasure was mine." She laughed, "Twice!"

I forced myself to sit up and once I had, Paula slide her arms around my shoulders and kissed me. I purred delightedly as our tongues probed each other's mouths tasting the delicious mixture of our pussies. Paula sat back and with a smile said, "Damn that was fun."

"Yeah." I looked down at her hand and noticing her wedding ring asked, "So your husband doesn't know?"

"No." she shook her head. "I never thought of women, then I went on a cruise with a friend a few years back and we went to the club on the boat and got really drunk and started dancing together and when we went back to our cabin she...kissed me and told me she'd wanted me for years."

"Really?"

"Yeah, at first I was nervous, but she was so beautiful and she felt so good and my God did she make me cum hard! It's like she knew my body better than me. I felt kind of bad, like I cheated on Jeff, I told myself I wouldn't again, but after awhile." 

She sighed, I couldn't resist so I decided to indulge myself here and there. When Jeff asked about playing poker with the guys one Friday night a month...." She smiled, "I said sure, he could have his boy's night out and I could have girl's night in!"

I laughed and she ran her finger across my nipple causing me to shudder.

"Damn they're perfect." She sighed, "So let me ask you, what started you thinking about women?"

"A friend and I went out for drinks and ended up in The Pink hat, we had never been and I guess I should have known." I shrugged, "I...I got turned on watching the girls dance then went to the bathroom and there was a girl going down on her girlfriend and I watched and..." I stopped when I saw she was smiling broadly.

"What is it?"

"The Pink Hat is where I've been going on Friday Night! I'm still planning on heading there, want to come?"

"Yes!" I clapped my hands, "I'd love to!" I gave her a shy smile, "As a couple?"

"Well, together." She reached out and put her hand over mine. "Listen Linda, I am married and love Jeff. I can't really have a girlfriend. I have a couple with benefits, but I won't get serious." She squeezed my hand, "But you seem ready to explore women and in a way I can't. You can have a relationship with one so..." She eyed my tits and licked her lips, "I can't say we won't another time, but I...I can't be all the time."

"Oh, well....that's okay, but I'd like it if we could go together tonight, I'm still nervous."

"Fine, I am your date for the evening." She stood up and taking my hand helped me to my feet. 

Unable to help it, I pressed my face to her breasts and quickly sucked on each of her nipples.

"Oh, you're going to make some girl very happy."

"Oh, I have to go home." I told her, "I want to dress up!" I laughed, "Or maybe down, is that okay?"

"Sure I'll follow you and..." slipping her arm around my waist, she kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "I think we could both use a shower."

"Ohh." I purred, "Damn."

"And," her tongue flicked across my ear, "After we go dancing I want to come back to your place for a little while." 

"Really?"

"Hmm-mmm" she cupped my tit and gave it a squeeze, "I want to be able to say I was the first woman in your bed."

"I like that." 

"But," she stroked my nipple, "I bet I won't be the last."

"I like that even better!" I laughed.

*****

I awoke to the sunlight streaming in my face and blinking, turned to look at the clock on the nightstand. I was amazed to see it was after eleven; I hadn't slept this late in years. Then again I hadn't had a night like last night in....probably never. By far last night had been the best I'd ever had. I stretched and sighed contentedly at the sweet scent of pussy on my face. 

I kicked the sheet away and arching my back stared down at my body, smiling at the smears of pink lipstick on my nipples and stomach as well as my thighs. My body ached, but it was a good ache. It was the ache of hours of dancing and amazing sex. 

Despite the hour, I closed my eyes, basking in the delightfully drowsy feeling. No, not just pleasantly drowsy, but incredibly satisfied. Paula had been incredible at the spa, sexy and sensual back at my place, and a wild thing at the club, then back here again!

My mind began to drift, replaying last night-and early this morning-in a serious of sensual images. The first and possibly best was showering with Paula. Under the hot steamy water, Paula had stood behind me and gently lathered me from head to toe and as I leaned against her even washed my hair. 

The feeling of her hands over my soapy body and her wet flesh against mine was amazing and as I moaned and as she held me against her, Paula's skilled fingers found my clit and I came long and hard.

I returned the favor of washing her beautiful body and her long dark hair. Then feeling nothing short of wanton, I dropped to my knees and as Paula put her foot on my shoulder I sucked her clit until she came; her screams echoing in the shower and making me smile at what my neighbors would think.

When we could leave the shower, I dressed in a short skin tight red dress I'd bought, but never had the nerve to wear. At her urging I went braless and the fact my nipples were plainly visible all night drove me wild.

The Pink Hat was crowded with beautiful women and I was overwhelmed with desire as Paula and I danced several times, bumping and grinding, watching and being watched.

Paula knew quite a few of the girls, including to my surprise, the women I had caught in the bathroom. They were delighted to see me back and with a wicked smile Paula took the blonde by the hand leaving me with her girlfriend and she and I shared a hot dance, during which she got behind me and fondled my tits in front of everyone. To my delight it didn't bother me in the least and I grew bold enough at one point to slide my hands up her dress and fondle her ass.

I danced with several other girls, some lewdly, some slow and sweet and I enjoyed every single minute of it. I had several numbers given to me and as into it as I was I still blushed when two women invited Paula and I back to their place so we could all play. Paula declined and on the ride back home had said she loved to slut it up a bit at the club she had to be careful.

I admitted that although it was fun I had never been promiscuous with men and didn't think I really could with women either. However, I could see myself trying a few out so to speak. Once we got back to my place, Paula was good to her word about being the first woman in my bed. We slowly stripped each other and stretching out on the bed got into a sixty nine that seemed to last for an hour. 

We'd both cum several times and neither of us was in a hurry. We'd licked, fingered, and teased each other taking our time and enjoying every bit of each other. We came within seconds of each other and the orgasm was a long slow lingering one that was so powerful the room was spinning afterwards.

With a regretful sigh, Paula said it was after two and she had to leave. She gave me a kiss and said she would look forward to seeing me Friday, but warned this couldn't be all the time.

As much as I would love to do it with her as often as possible I knew she couldn't and truth be told as much fun as we'd had I had been eying the women at the club now wondering what each would be like.

How would they taste, smell, how would they cum, what would they sound like? Laying there now, my face covered in Paula's pussy, I looked forward to being with a woman who could stay the night. The idea of sleeping in a woman's arms, our soft bodies entwined was a surprisingly sexy one and I now felt confident enough that it would happen soon.

I jumped when my cell rang and picking it up from the nightstand, smiled when I saw it was Paula.

"Good morning!" 

"Good morning sexy" Paula purred in my ear, "How is your first morning after? Any regrets?"

"Only that you're not still here."

"How sweet." She giggled, "You're very sweet. I can still taste you."

"Same here."

"So you had a good time?"

"I did!" I told her, "And...thank you."

"You don't have to thank me!" she laughed.

"I...I do. I've wanted to for so long and who knows how much longer I would have waited and you were really good to me. Some of the women at the club were a little scary."

"Some are, be careful there. It's fun to go and show off and play, but a lot of them are open and I guess that's okay for some, but you may want to see what you want first. You don't strike me as the player type."

"No, I...I don't know." I giggled, "I felt like a kid in a candy store."

"Then sample away! But I know some of those women are like me and play on the side, others are like a bus pass you can ride for free all the time."

"Ohh!" I cooed.

"And others are just looking to meet someone for more than some fun. You'll find your way, but I don't see you as the girl going down in the bathroom and then going home with someone else."

"Probably not." I told her. "I guess now that I broke the ice I'll be less nervous about meeting someone."

"Good to hear. Well I have a customer coming in, will I see you on Friday?"

"You will never have to ask that again."

"Yeah well remember this Friday I have to go home and play dutiful wife, you know, suck some cock while I'm thinking of pussy."

"Mine?"

"What do you think? I'll see you Friday."

I said goodbye and sitting up on the bed, thought about what she'd said. I had never dated more than a one guy at a time and never been a one night stand type. I was certain enough in my attraction to women that I would be open to dating and not just being on the down low like Paula. Now next time if a woman....

My eyes fell on my purse and with a smile, I pulled my wallet out and finding the card I wanted dialed the number. It rang several times and I was going to hang up without leaving a message when she answered, "Hello?"

"Hello, Mandy? It's Linda."

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed my simple little tale. I know I enjoyed writing it, first time lesbian is one of my guilty pleasures. So if you've read my work on a regular basis you know this is where I remind you that Lit is a free site and our only payment is in votes and comments. Being this is a contest story those votes are appreciated even more so if you loved or hated this story take a second to let me know. As always thank you for reading and supporting my work. Lovecraft68