0 comments/ 17734 views/ 12 favorites First Time With A TS By: Pussrider It was an itch I needed to scratch. It had started months earlier, one evening when my wife and teenage daughter were downstairs watching their favourite soap opera and I was upstairs in my office trawling my usual punting site to see if any interesting new escorts were around for my next trip to London. I'd only ever looked at – and been with – women before, but somehow I got side-tracked into looking at the profile of a pretty transsexual. Intrigued, I looked at one or two more. Within a couple of weeks I found I wasn't looking at female profiles on the site at all, just at the T-girls. I felt confused; I'd never been attracted to other men before, but the combination of a pretty face, nice boobs and legs and, right at the middle of it all, a big rearing cock, had started to fascinate me, and become quite a turn-on for me. So, a couple of weeks ago, I had a couple of business meetings set up in London, which involved an overnight stay. Nervously, wondering if it was really what I wanted to do, I had a look at the T-girls I'd short-listed on the punting site. I narrowed it down to a lady called Ursula, Swiss, 28 (ten years younger than me), slim but busty, a pretty face with straight blonde shoulder length hair, high cheekbones, blue eyes, and wide full lips that looked like they were made to suck cock. She was also a qualified masseuse, which is always a bonus in my book. Before I lost my nerve, I called her number. She had a deep voice but not an unfeminine one, and purred down the phone to me with a sexy European accent. So we arranged the details and I hung up, my heart already racing at the prospect. My meeting on the day I was due to see Ursula didn't go well and I was feeling pretty crap by the evening. To be honest I nearly called her and cancelled, but I thought maybe a massage would relax me, even if I chickened out of anything else. So I took the tube to Hampstead and made my way to a quiet residential street and the modern four-storey concrete and steel apartment block where she did her business. She buzzed me in and I walked up to the second floor. When she opened the door I was immediately glad I hadn't called it off. Ursula was even more beautiful in person than in her photos. She was dressed only in a silk thigh-length kimono which revealed a small amount of her substantial bust, and even barefoot she was a couple of inches taller than me (I'm five-feet-nine). Her nails, finger and toe, were painted scarlet. She greeted me with a warm smile and a peck on the cheek, invited me in and led me across the large stylish lounge we'd entered to a black leather couch, my eyes glued to her pert swaying bum and her long shapely legs. Offering me a choice of drinks, she sat me on the couch and brought us both a champagne flute filled with sweet sparkling white wine. Ursula sat very close to me, her manicured hand on my thigh, and we chatted for a couple of minutes. Ursula told me this was only a part-time job for her and that she worked in the City as a software engineer. She then asked me what I was looking for. I told her I needed a good massage, and that this was my first time with a T-girl and I was open to whatever happened. (Even as I said it I wondered if it was true, and my heart started to race.) She took my half-drunk glass of wine from my hand and placed it on the table beside hers; then she slid her arms around my neck, pulled my face to hers and kissed me. Her tongue flicked against my lips and I opened up to a deep and very erotic French kiss. At the same time her hand dropped into my crotch and I could feel my cock straining to be released. Her kimono had fallen open and my hands found their own way to her big firm boobs, my fingers rolling her erect red nipples. After perhaps 20 seconds she broke the kiss, sat back and, with a chuckle, murmured "Okay, Phil, I think you're ready for that massage." Taking me by the hand she led me through to a low-lit jasmine-scented bedroom barely wide enough for the double Futon bed which nestled close to the floor. Her kimono slipped from her shoulders and I saw her naked for the first time. I was relieved to note that her cock wasn't the ten-inch monster I'd feared, but was actually a little smaller than mine; big enough, though. Then she stepped towards me and, as if to test my commitment, took my hand and wrapped it, just for a moment, around her stiffening dick, before undressing me. She simply slipped my buttoned shirt over my head and off, then knelt before me, removed my shoes (I never wear socks on a punt), unbelted my cargo pants and pulled them and my briefs down in one go. For a second she slipped her lips over the tip of my erect dick and swiped her tongue across it, making it twitch in response. Then she told me to lay face down on the bed. She poured warm oil onto my back then spread it around with big, strong, soft hands. She then sat astride my waist and started to massage my back. I could feel her balls resting on my back, and it felt quite strange. She leaned down and whispered close to my ear, "My god, your shoulders are like teak. I'm gonna have to work hard on them." Standing she moved to the head of the bed and, kneeling, reached over my head to start working her fingers and thumbs into my tight muscles. As she did so, I'm sure by design rather than accident, her cock brushed against my cheek. It was clear what she wanted me to do and, with a mental gulp of nervousness, I shifted my head and allowed Ursula's stiff dick to enter my mouth. It felt strange, but not unpleasant; the best way I can describe it is like an iron bar wrapped in velvet, with a rubber tip. Accommodating myself to it, and enjoying Ursula's firm touch on my shoulders, I started a slow rhythm of sliding my lips back and forth along her length and swirling my tongue around it. She seemed to be enjoying it because I'm sure her cock swelled in my mouth. She allowed me to suck her for a couple of minutes then gently disengaged and walked to the bottom of the bed. Ursula's certainly a skilled masseuse – my shoulders stung, but they did feel more relaxed. Easing my legs apart, Ursula knelt between them on the bed and reached up to massage my back, her tits brushing against my bum and thighs. As she worked her way down she lightly scratched her fingernails across my buttocks, which felt very erotic. With each down my bum and between my thighs, her fingers briefly caressed my balls, making my cock painfully stiff. I gasped slightly as she wormed a finger deep into my bum, which felt surprisingly comfortable and satisfying. Then she grasped my buttocks and pulled them apart before I felt another sensation – it took me a moment to realise it was her tongue, pressing into my anus and tickling me. I realised I was actually gasping with arousal. She pulled back and returned to the bottom of the bed. Clearly not rushing things, she massaged one foot and made her way up my leg, then did the same on the other. She left the bed for a moment, then I felt her kneeling between my thighs. She pulled my midriff slightly off the bed and placed a couple of pillows beneath me, raising my bum. Then her hand was inside me again, but this time spreading something wet and extremely cold around my cavity. I heard the familiar sound of a condom being ripped open, then a few seconds later there was an intense pressure on my sphincter and I realised Ursula's cock was pressing inside me. She lay the length of her body atop mine and whispered "Tell me if it's too hard or you want me to stop." It was a very weird feeling at first but she took it slowly, pushing in until I felt her body pressing against my bum and I knew she was in me to the hilt. She started to fuck me, gently and rhythmically, and after the initial shock I found it was a sensation I enjoyed. Involuntarily my bum even began to thrust back at her with each stroke. As she approached climax she began to pant and rapidly increased her pace, gripping my hips in her hands. She gave a huge groan and I felt a sudden warm surge inside me as she shot her load into the condom. She gave one big final push then lay down on my back, her fingers interlaced with mine. After about 15 seconds Ursula roused herself and withdrew from me. She wrapped the condom in a paper towel and mopped me out with a couple more, then told me to turn over. She stretched her length along mine, her tits resting on my chest, and kissed me deeply. Then, applying some more oil to my chest she worked it in and started to make her way down my body. As her face came level with my groin she slipped her lips onto my rampant cock, and started a face fuck me. With one hand she clutched my balls, gently squeezing them and stroking the tips of her nails across my scrotum. With all the stimulation I'd already had I knew I wouldn't last long but I strained to hold on. Finally I had to gasp "I'm about to cum." Ursula gave me a thumbs up to show she'd heard me but kept right on sucking. My restraint failing me, I burst into her mouth, my hips thrusting forward. She sucked even harder, greedily swallowing my cum and wanking the root of my cock with one hand. I sank back, my chest heaving, and once again Ursula climbed up the bed and kissed me, this time smearing my own spunk around the inside of my mouth. By then the time I'd paid for was just about up, and I went to rise off the bed but Ursula gave me a Cheshire cat smile and pressed me back down. She shuffled up the bed until she was astride my chest, her cock rearing before me, and I obediently opened my mouth to receive it. Ursula shuffled her hips back and forth, helping me to pleasure her as I sucked and licked at her straining knob. It hadn't occurred to me that I was being rash giving a hooker a blow job without protection, but thankfully before she climaxed she pulled out of my mouth, grabbed my hand and encouraged me to wank her to a finish. With a wicked grin she licked her sticky cum off my hand. I would have liked to fuck Sylvia, and she would have been happy to give me the time for free, but I was out of juice. We lay kissing and cuddling for a while, and I enjoyed the feel both of her breasts pressing against me and of her cock and balls rubbing against mine. After that we showered together, with her pushing her hand deep into my bum crack, then she dried me and I dressed. As I left we shared one last deep kiss then, her arms still locked around my neck, Sylvia told me, "You know, baby, I think I'll be seeing you again next time you're in town." I think she's right. First Time With a Vengeance I’d never been with another guy before, and until a few months ago, I wouldn’t have believed it was ever something that would happen to me. I’m very happily heterosexual, and although I was occasionally curious about what it would be like to suck a cock, I never thought I would be curious enough to do anything about it. It all started, really, with a dream. In the dream I found myself kneeling in front of a big, muscular guy. He was tan, very fit, and was wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans. If he had a face, I didn’t see it. I just found myself staring with growing excitement at the bulge in his jeans. He unzipped the jeans while I watched, and released a massive cock. I lowered my head in the dream and started sucking it immediately, and when I woke up not long after, I would have sworn I could still taste the cock in my mouth… I had the dream – or some variation on it, anyway – once or twice a week for the next two months. Soon I found myself fantasizing, in a very casual way, about maybe acting out some of the things from my dream. Searching the web one evening, I came across an Adult Personals site that allowed people to find others seeking “discreet encounters”. Maybe I’d had too much to drink that night. Or maybe I was just more curious about the whole thing than I had realized. For whatever reason, though, I posted a short ad of my own: Athletic, good-looking straight man, seeking a one-time adventure with a friendly stranger. Anyone out there willing to show a curious virgin the ropes? Willing to try anything… It wasn’t much of an ad, maybe, but it was late and I didn’t really think anyone would respond anyway. So I sent it off, turned off my computer, and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up and started having second thoughts. Did I really want to meet some stranger and suck his cock (among other things)? Wasn’t I being just a little too bold, here? I convinced myself it was a stupid idea, and I logged on to remove my ad from the Personals site to which I’d submitted it the night before. I was surprised to find that I’d already received a reply. It was just a single sentence: Meet me at the Blue Dragon bar, Monday at seven. It was signed Brian. The Blue Dragon was a rather upscale bar and restaurant in the heart of the city, and I’d been there a few times with different girlfriends. It gave me an odd little thrill to read the note. Then I deleted it and promptly put it out of my mind. That Monday night, I left work at six-thirty, as I always did. I honestly thought I had forgotten all the ad and the mysterious, one-line reply I had received. But perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not, I found myself driving past the parking lot of the Blue Dragon at six forty-five. I considered the possibilities. It could be a serial killer. It could be some disgusting creep. And how would I even be able to tell who “Brian” was, when he hadn’t given me any physical description? I decided that it wouldn’t hurt to go in for a drink. I didn’t have to look for Brian, after all, and even if I did find him, I didn’t have to admit that I was the one who had written the ad. I parked my car and went inside. The bar was dimly lit and not as loud as a lot of bars in the city, but it had an elegance that I liked. I took a seat near the end of the bar, and tried not to stare too closely at the people around me. I ordered a Scotch, no ice, and had a series of aimless conversations about college football with a few guys on either side of me. It was ridiculous, but I felt nervous, and I had finished two glasses of Scotch before I looked up at the wall clock and realized it was ten past seven. Relief mingled with disappointment in my mind, but I decided I really was more relieved. Maybe. I decided to have one more glass of Scotch before I started to sober up. Halfway through the glass, the guy to my right – big, muscular and handsome in a very non-descript sort of way – turned in my direction and said, “Oh, by the way, I’m Brian.” The glass froze against my lips. I forced myself to bring it back to the bar, knowing that my hand was visibly shaking. “I’m John,” I said, taking his hand. He smiled. “Drink up,” he said. “In fact, let’s both have just one more, what do you say? Then maybe we could get a table and have a bite to eat. Sound okay?” I swallowed once, hard. “Sure,” I said. I finished the glass in two gulps, while Brian signaled to the bartender for two more glasses. It was hard to look at him, but it was hard to look away, too. I caught myself looking down at his pants, at the bulge in his jeans. When I tore my eyes away, I saw that he was smiling at me. Our drinks came, and I finished mine off in seconds. The Scotch felt warm and comforting in my stomach, and I knew I’d already had too much to drink. I looked directly at Brian, and now it wasn’t quite so difficult to look him in the eye. “Okay,” I said, slurring my words just a bit. “Let’s go…” We stood up and Brian went off to find the hostess. A few minutes later we were led to a small table near the back of the restaurant. Brian took his seat, and when I started to sit down across from him, he stopped me. “You can do better than that,” he said, gesturing to the seat beside him, to his left. I grinned nervously and sat down. An older couple at a nearby table were watching us with obvious disapproval, but I could feel the Scotch doing its job. Everything seemed fine, and I wasn’t worried about anything at the moment. Brian startled me by saying: “Jerk me off for a few minutes.” His voice was completely normal as he said it, and several people – including the older couple I’d already seen – looked over at us in shock. I guess I thought he was joking around – intentionally trying to shock everyone around us – but then he shocked me, as well, by unzipping his jeans and letting his cock fall out to the left side. I was the only one who could really see it, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It was the first time I’d ever been this close to another guy’s cock, and it fascinated me. It was surprisingly thick, considering that it wasn’t hard yet. It looked muscular, if that makes any sense. “Touch it,” he said, and now it was an order. Amazingly, I found myself reaching down into his lap, and I was about to put my hand around it when I saw the waitress approaching the table from the corner of my eye. I started to pull my hand back, when Brian suddenly grabbed it and pressed it down into his lap. My fingers wrapped around the warm, soft flesh, and Brian kept his own, stronger hand around my wrist to keep me from letting go. He didn’t bother trying to hide anything when the waitress finally stopped by our table. She was a pretty young thing, and she was smiling at us until she saw that I had Brian’s cock in my hand. Her mouth dropped open in shock, but it was only for a second – then she simply pretended she hadn’t seen anything, and said, “Are you… ready to order?” Somehow I managed to order something – I don’t even know what I told her, to be honest. Brian’s cock was getting just a tiny bit hard in my hand, and I found myself squeezing it gently and tugging on it, even while the waitress jotted down our orders. When she had finally walked away, Brian laughed quietly. “She’s going back to tell the other waiters and waitresses about this, you can bet on that.” “We could get thrown out of here,” I said. His cock was now much larger, and it was almost too thick for me to wrap my hand around it. I was hypnotized by it, and I started stroking it very slowly, enjoying its heat and its strange texture. Brian tilted his pelvis a little, smiling innocently at me. “I should make you suck me off right here.” I smiled, knowing he wasn’t serious. “That would get us thrown in jail.” “Maybe. It might be worth it, though…” He grinned again, and now his cock was massive in my hand, at least nine inches long and a full two inches across. “Imagine that in your mouth right now,” he said, again in a normal tone of voice – so that everyone at the neighboring tables could easily hear. “Imagine it shoved all the way up your ass.” I smiled back at him, a little nervously this time. “I never said I would take it up the ass… Especially when it’s that big.” “Oh, we’ll see…” I kept working his cock with my hand, my own breath now very heavy, and I was just getting to the point where I would have actually agreed to the blowjob – right there on the floor of the restaurant – when he suddenly pushed his hard, giant cock back inside his jeans, and zipped them up. “That’s probably enough,” he said, smiling. And that was it, apparently. I tried to enjoy the meal, but I was so flustered by what had happened that I could barely touch my food. Brian made sure I finished two more glasses of Scotch with my half-eaten dinner, though. We paid the bill and left the restaurant, and I started walking toward my car. “Come over this way,” Brian said. “We’ll have a little privacy.” He led me around the side of the restaurant, past the dumpsters and toward the darkest part of the parking lot, really nothing more than a tree-lined alley. When we’d reached what had to be the most remote corner of the property, he stopped and said, “Okay, now we get started.” I smiled. “Started with what, exactly?” “Your adventure,” he answered. “But you have to promise to not ask any questions. Just trust me.” He was walking around me, very slowly, watching me and evaluating me. I was about to say that I barely knew him, so how could I trust him? But I found myself agreeing very quickly anyway. I’m really not much of a drinker, and I think I was demonstrating this fact right now. “Okay, good,” he said. “Now take off your clothes.” I opened my mouth to argue when I remembered my promise. Well, I thought, no one could really see us in this part of the parking lot anyway. And I was drunk enough to not really care very much, or to be overly concerned with possible consequences. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the pavement, untied and discarded my shoes, then unzipped my jeans and left them beside the shirt. “Everything,” he insisted. He was behind me, now, but I could feel his eyes on me as I pushed the black underwear down off my hips. I stepped out of them and kicked them into the growing pile of clothes beside me on the pavement. It was cool outside, almost cold really, but the alcohol and my growing sexual excitement kept me warm. My cock was completely hard and standing up straight in the night air. Brian said nothing for almost a full minute, simply making me stand there naked outside in this dark alley behind the restaurant. Not far away, I thought I could hear people walking across the parking lot to their cars, and I hoped I really was as invisible in the shadows of the lot as I imagined. I was starting to wonder if Brian had left – if this was just a terrible joke he had played on me – when he stepped up behind me and brought a thin, cool layer of fabric down over my eyes. He tied the blindfold rather tightly behind my head, pressing the front of his jeans aggressively against my ass as he did so. “Now,” he said, “just follow my voice and you won’t lose me.” And with that he turned and walked away. I could hear his footsteps moving away quickly, in the general direction of the more well-lighted, well-populated section of the parking lot. Lifting the blindfold didn’t even occur to me; it all happened so quickly that I found myself moving without even realizing I was doing it. I stumbled once or twice, disoriented by the darkness and my growing embarrassment at what was happening, and then I just tried to stay focused on Brian’s receding footsteps. I couldn’t see anything, obviously, but I heard enough different voices to know that I was no longer invisible. I heard a few gasps, and several giggles that seemed to be coming from a large group of teenagers. Ignoring all of it, I walked faster, my feet starting to get sore from the rough pavement. And on top of that, it seemed that I had lost Brian: I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, or at least I couldn’t differentiate them from dozens of other footsteps. I felt oddly hesitant about lifting the blindfold, though – as if it protected me from any further embarrassment. And then, at last, he called out to me from about ten yards away: “Almost there, just keep going straight.” I was so relieved that I found I didn’t mind too much that he’d intentionally parked his car in the farthest corner of the lot from where we’d been standing. From the sounds, I knew that we were at the very front of the parking lot, beside the busy highway that ran through this part of town. Probably a hundred people, I thought, had seen me walk naked – with a giant erection – from one side of the parking lot to the other. “Okay, good,” he said, and I stopped obediently. “At least I didn’t make you crawl, right?” He laughed and said, “You’ve got quite a little audience watching from inside the restaurant, by the way. I supposed you’d like to get in the car, perhaps?” “Please,” I said. “As you wish,” he answered. He opened a car door, and guided me with surprising gentleness to the seat. I sat down, and was shocked when my ass was greeted by a slick, rubbery object that had been somehow secured in the middle of the seat. My momentum and the slickness of the object pushed it partially up into my ass, making me cry out a little, and then before I could pull myself off, Brian put his hands around my hips and roughly forced my ass all the way down onto the seat. The pain was startling for a split second. The dildo, or whatever it was, must have been enormously wide. Even with the lubricant, I could feel it stretching my ass as it was forced inside me. Just as quickly as the pain came, it left. The thick head of the object gave way to a very narrow shaft, and I could feel my asshole closing around it, almost in relief. My ass and my balls came to rest on the cold leather of the seat and the thin rubber base of the cock which was plugging my ass. “Just to get you warmed up a little,” Brian explained. “You’ll thank me for it later – trust me.” He closed the door without saying another word, and came around to the driver’s seat. He didn’t speak for the next few minutes as we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. I was still trying to get used to the plug, and I found that if I relaxed completely, it wasn’t entirely awful. My cock, which had softened completely when I sat down on the plug, was now starting to regain some of its hardness. A mechanical noise caught my attention, and then the inside of the car was suddenly cooler and windier than before. Well, I thought, that would make sense, wouldn’t it? Of course we would be in a convertible. And then there was another sound, very faint but unmistakable: the sound of a zipper coming down. “Okay,” Brian said, “you’re going to get your first chance to suck cock, John. If you do a great job, I may even let you go back and get your clothes before the end of the night…” I’d forgotten all about the clothes, sitting in a pile in the shadows of the parking lot. What the hell had I been thinking? Brian was still talking. “A few instructions. First, I want you to get on your hands and knees facing toward me on the seat, with your ass as high up in the air as it will go. And second, I expect you to take every fucking inch of my cock down your throat.” I froze, more than a little worried. “There’s no way I can do that,” I said. “I’ve never even--” “You said you wouldn’t argue,” he reminded me. “Look what I’ve made you do already. Can you imagine what I might put you through if you don’t do as I’ve told you?” Actually, I couldn’t imagine doing anything more embarrassing that what I’d already done, but I kept my mouth shut. I lifted my ass off the seat – with the butt plug still very much intact – and maneuvered myself so that I was on my hands and knees the way he had instructed. With the blindfold still covering my eyes, I wasn’t sure how close I was to his lap, so I slowly moved forward until he told me to stop. “Now suck it,” he said, very calmly. I suppose I didn’t move quickly enough, because he put one hand behind my head and shoved my face down into his crotch. The head of his semi-hard cock pushed against my lips, forcing them open, and I could taste salt and sweat and a tiny bit of something sweet. He pushed my head down farther, and his cock stiffened as it filled my mouth. It was the first time I’d ever tasted a cock. I licked the head as if it were a delicious treat, then lowered my mouth as far as it would go down his fat cock, using my tongue on him at the same time. I could only take four or five inches, but I kept pushing down farther anyway, as far as I could go, before lifting my mouth all the way up so I could suck the head again. I kept this up for several minutes, savoring the taste of his meat and the way it expanded to fill up my entire mouth, the way it pressed against the back of my throat. I’d almost forgotten the position in which I had been placed – exposed to anyone who might happen to drive up alongside us – when we slowed down and finally came to a stop, presumably at a red light. I could hear a car coming to a stop to our right – beside my window – and I started to lift my head off Brian’s cock. “Don’t you dare take that cock out of your mouth,” he ordered. “And you’ve still got another four inches to go, at least. Now push your ass up high so they can get a good look at how big that thing is that’s stuck in your asshole.” Maybe it was just that I was blindfolded, so it was easier to pretend no one else was around. Or maybe – the more likely explanation – I was more of an exhibitionist than I had ever realized. I lifted my ass, as he had ordered me to, and dropped my head down into his lap again. As I took the cock into my mouth once again, I could hear whistling and laughing coming from a pair of young women in the next car. I ignored it and sucked Brian’s cock even harder than before, trying to push more and more of it into my hungry mouth. My own cock was harder than I could ever remember it being. It seemed to be an extraordinarily long traffic light, and the girls beside us weren’t going anywhere. Brian grabbed my head with his free hand and pushed me down harder. Then, just as I was about to gag, he pulled my head up roughly, by grabbing a fistful of hair. He did it again, adding another quarter-inch of cock down my throat, and again he yanked my head back up just as I started to gag. The girls in the next car were cheering now, saying, “Suck that cock, suck that cock, suck that cock…” He kept repeating this process, and I was sure that eventually I would gag and have to stop. The girls kept cheering, and it was obvious the light had turned green a long time ago. “Come on,” Brian kept saying, “just keep taking it, keep going, take it down your throat, don’t stop…” And then, amazingly, I reached the base of his cock. Brian kept my head there, not letting me move a single inch, getting me used to the feeling of having at least three inches of his dick pushed down deep into my throat, and the rest of it completely filling my mouth. The car suddenly started moving, and I heard the girls clapping and cheering as they veered in another direction. “Now don’t move,” he said, a little breathlessly. “Just keep it in there and let me fuck your mouth.” I didn’t have much choice. He still had his hand behind my head, keeping me still. As we picked up speed and the cool night air once again filled the car, he started thrusting his cock into my mouth by moving his hips on the seat, and at the same time pushing my head down even harder. He would hold it there for a second or two, and then lift my head all the way up, so that only the head was still buried in my mouth. Then my mouth would get pushed all the way back down, each time faster than the time before. Pretty soon he really was fucking my mouth, using me like a toy, but by this time I wasn’t putting up any resistance. I reached into his jeans to cup his balls while I sucked him, and I increased the speed of my sucking to match his ragged breathing. First Time With A Woman I am travelling through South America during a hot summer, on the local inter-city transport. It is sticky and humid and I can't wait to get to Rio. The bus empties and I am the only one left sitting near the back of the bus. There is this other girl sitting a few rows in-front of me. She has this long brown hair and olive skin like the Latin Americans. She is wearing an orange cotton t shirt and a pink skirt. We get to Rio and when offloading the suitcases it appears that hers was taken by somebody else. She is a tourist and has nothing other than her luggage, which was now stolen. She was very upset and she asked me to help her. I didn't know what to do, but offered her to come stay over with me in my hotel. There was nobody else there, the bus drove off, and she came with me to my hotel. She couldn't communicate with me as she spoke Portuguese only, but we managed with a few English words she knew.. We get up to the room and I change out of my sticky cargo pants and I put on a clean blue t shirt and some satin white panties. It was so hot that I didn’t put a skirt on. I put the ceiling fan on high. This girl, whose name was Tia, also wanted to change, but had nothing to wear. She showered and then came back into the room, and asked me looking at my clothes if she could borrow something. I told her to find something that fitted her and it would be ok. She drops the towel, revealing quite small breasts probably size A, but with large areolas. She puts on one of my white t- shirts and then puts on a pair of my pink bikini cotton panties. I thought it unusual for someone to wear my underwear, but in the circumstances, well , there was not much choice. It was so hot. She sits up on the bed and doesn’t put anything else on. We turn the TV on and watch some Spanish program we both don't understand. I turn to my side and fall asleep from the tiring journey. Some time later, I wake up hearing little groans and I think maybe Tia is sleeping and having a nightmare. I turn from my side and I see her sitting up against the back of the bed, her knees up and her one hand touching herself on top of her underwear, actually my underwear. She doesn’t see me notice as her eyes were closed. I am shocked but I keep staring. Her nipples were hard , pushing out against the white t shirt, her areolas showing through as her right hand is slowly rubbing her nipple under the shirt, her left hand is dangling in-front of her open knees, while her index finger is slowly twitching up and down in controlled movements against her pussy. I had never seen a women masturbate in-front of me before. I looked on knowing I shouldn’t be looking. Seeing her doing this excited me, I don’t know why, I had never had any lesbian tendencies before. I felt myself start getting wet, and my mouth dry up with a salty feeling as the onrush or hormones took over. She was moaning softly as she continued to touch herself. I then saw her fingers pull aside the panties and start turning in round little motions over her clitoris. I couldn’t see much more, but I suddenly find myself involuntarily guiding my right hand down to my panties, and start stroking up and down my vulva on the outside of my panties. Suddenly she starts talking to me about going to get food. I quickly release my hand and look over at her and see that she is lying down on her front trying to turn the TV off. I am relived she didn’t realise that I knew what she was doing and she didn’t see what I was doing. I pull on a skirt and she asks if she can borrow something from me. She looks in my suitcase and found my bike pants, but first pulls off the panties and then puts it on. I knew that some girls don’t like wearing panties under bike shorts because of the panty lines, but these were my shorts. I didn’t know how to say no in her language so just left it. She went to the toilet and I looked at the pink panties I had lent her. They had a wet patch on the front and I don’t know why I did, but I lifted them up and noticed a white wet stain on the inside. I quickly moved away from the bed as she opened the toilet door. We went out for dinner, and got so drunk...Tia and I danced with each other on the dancefloor of this pub. We ended up dancing close as there were so many people. I suddenly felt her ass around my waist, and I put mine around hers. I felt her chest come against mine. Her nipples showing through the t- shirt and hard were pointing right into my breasts. It felt strange but I was so drunk I didn't think. Her fingers relaxed a bit and dropped onto my ass holding it. I don't know what got into me, but I let my hands caress her but and i stuck my fingers in the side of the bike pants and felt her skin. She looked at me in the eye. She had a dazed look and her lips came closer to mine. My eyes closed and we kissed each other slowly, passionately and deeply. The music stopped, as the band was packing up. We took each other’s hands and in our drunken state made it back to the hotel room. Giggling, we open the door and I lie down on the bed. Tia, pulls off the bike pants revealing a bush of dark brown hair. She pulls off her shirt and I see hr perky breasts. She then comes to me and sits on top of me. Her bush was right against my mound, yet on top of my skirt. She leans down to kiss me and my hand reaches upwards to touch her breasts. My palm covers her whole breasts and my fingers brush against her erect hard nipples. She moans as I touch her. She pulls off my skirt and then pulls my white panties to the side. Before I know what is happening, her tongue is licking strokes up and down my pussy. It felt so good. She then nibbles my clitoris, which is swollen like never before. It was aching with tension. As her lips tighten around it and pull it I felt rushes and rushes of pleasure mounting from my inner core. I move my fingers to touch her wetness and my finger enters her hole. It was soaked. I rub I up and down and she groans and moans loudly. Her mouth now moving to lick my nipples which were hardening. We continued like this for an hour or so, I think. The next day we didn't remember much. We woke up naked on the bed lying next to each other. First Time with a Woman I am sat among a group of women I don't really know, I have gone out with a friend and her work colleges, but they aren't really my kind of people, and my friend is on the other side of the table deep in conversation, and so I sit quietly and drink. I am lost in my own thoughts, wondering what my husband is doing at home, on his own, and I start to plot what I am going to do to him when I return home, alcohol always makes me really horny. A woman sits down next to me, younger than the others, about my age, she looks as bored as me and we strike up conversation. She is a student nurse, 24 years old, a year older than me, and has come out with her sister who works with my friend; we hit it off straight away, finding lots in common to talk about. Later in the evening we move onto a club in the centre of town, there are about 8 of us now and we are all very drunk. As we stand in the cue waiting to go in, Sally links her arm with mind and stands really close to me saying she is cold. We snuggle up together out of the wind and I feel strangely comfortable with the close proximity of our bodies, her short dark hair smelt of coconut and reminded me of my summer holidays. When we finally got into the club I was shocked at how aroused I felt at the site of Sally removing her coat, she was wearing a low cut, button-through tight top, her breasts pressed against the fabric and I could clearly see the shape of her nipples through the fine fabric, standing hard and erect. My breath quickened as I realised she was leaning in towards me to whisper in my ear. "I told you I was cold!" or a moment I thought I had miss heard her but as she pulled away there was a mischievous look in her eyes, I blushed and then gasped as she slid her hand inside my coat and stroked my own bud like nipple through my vest top, "I see you are pretty cold too." The action was over as quickly as it had begun and her hand was withdrawn, as we descended the stairs to the cloak room I wasn't even sure it had happened. As we moved towards the dance floor she grabbed my hand and pulled me onto it to dance, every time she touched me it was like an electric bolt through my body. Towards the end of the night we joined the others in the main bar area, I sat in an oversized chair while Sally sat on the arm, we were both out of breath from all the dancing, and as we sat and talked to the others I felt Sally's hand at my neck. My hair is long and thick and her slim fingers gently snaked there way up my back across my shoulders and too that sensitive area in the nape of the neck, here her fingers gently stroked and rubbed making me feel even more aroused. I was starting to feel a little confused though, if a guy was doing this I would slap him, I am married after all. But with this woman doing it I felt really aroused and horny, even though until that moment I had never even had the slightest inkling of being attracted to a woman. I put it down to the drink and excused myself to go to the toilet. Locked in the cubicle I relieve myself and take stock of the situation. I am married and not attracted to women, and yet just thinking about this woman is making me wet, it's the drink making you horney, I think to myself, and it isn't like she has done anything, really, it is just my horny mind making me think she wants more. I sort out my clothes and slide back the lock as I pull open the door Sally is stood the other side, she pushes the door open and steps inside forcing me backwards. I am too drunk to react quickly enough and before I know it we are locked in together. I look at her to see what is going to happen next, expecting her to sit on the loo and say something about being desperate, this wouldn't have been the first time I had shared a toilet cubical with a girlfriend, but no Sally had something all together more interesting in mind. Pushing me gently and yet firmly against the wall of the cubical she held her face very close to mine, or lips almost touching, her eyes stared straight into mine and at that moment I forgot everything and melted into her. Our lips touched and the electricity was amazing, her tongue although gentler than a man's, probed deeply into my mouth, each kiss deeper and hungrier than the last. She pulled me towards her into an embrace and I clung to her as if I would never let go. She was the first to break the kiss taking my hands and stepping back. She looked at me for a long moment before letting go of one hand and pushing me back against the wall with the other. Sally pressed her body against mine and with her free hand began sliding her long slender fingers under my top, her hands were cold against the fire that was engulfing my skin and as they inched higher I could feel my nipples hardening and growing in need to be touched, her mouth came down over mine again and I was lost in the kiss once more, until her fingers finally reached there destination. She squeezed and rubbed my nipple until my body ached for release, I suddenly realised that my hands were now on her body, I had never touched another woman's breasts before but stroked her pert mounds through her clothes, without taking her hand from my nipple she used the other one to quickly undo the buttons at the top of her top and then guided my hand inside her bra. Her breasts were smaller than mine and firmer, her nipple was as hard as mine and felt good to touch, I mirrored what she was doing with my own fingers and felt her body tense and her kiss become more passionate as I did so. Slowly and carefully she let her hand leave mine and run down the length of my body to the hem of my denim mini skirt, still kissing me and with an action so much smoother than any man had ever done she pulled it up and over my buttocks. She began kissing down my face and onto my neck, rubbing her face into the sensitive area behind my ear as her hand slide purposefully down into my black panties. As her finger tips reached my tiny trimmed area of hair they paused to allow her to whisper, "Do you want this?" I could barely speak, I wanted it more than anything, I was so wet and the kissing and the feelings in my nipples were driving me mad. I squeezed her nipple and bent my head down to hers, I answered her with a kiss and as her tongue reached out to mine her first finger slide deliciously into my waiting hole, I gasped at the feeling, so different to a man. I now brought my other hand up to grip her hair, trying to pull her into closer to me, this feeling was fantastic. She pressed her body against her hand forcing pressure onto my G spot and causing me to feel like I would loose balance if I hadn't been pinned so tightly between her and the wall. I can hear voices the other side of the flimsy partition and think I can hear my friend but I don't care anymore all I want is what Sally is doing. She begins to draw her fingers in and out, slowly and rhythmically rubbing against every inch of me, her kiss feels like it is drawing the very breath out of me and my nipple feels like it is on fire, my hand leaves her breast and travels around her body to her buttocks where I grip trying to keep myself upright as the feeling begins to wash over me, her fingers speed up as my cum gushes over her hand and I gasp into her open mouth, my body stiffening against her as the orgasm rips through me like none I have had before. As the feeling subsides so do her fingers, her kisses become gentle and calm. As she breaks the kiss I open my eyes to find myself looking at the most beautiful woman I have ever known in my life. She smiles down at me and slides her hand out of my panties. Suddenly I am embarrassed and don't know what to do. She simply smiles at me and leaves the cubicle doing up her top, I exit a couple of seconds later having re adjusted my clothes to find she has gone. In the cab on the way home I wonder how my husband is going to react when he hears about my night out. First Time with a Woman I remember always being intrigued by the thought of touching another woman, being touched by another woman. Once I discovered how to really make myself cum, my mind would usually wander to the thought of looking down and seeing a woman's face licking my wet pussy, grabbing her hair and holding her head to my pussy, feeling her fingers sliding in and out of me, while her mouth licks my juices up and her tongue expertly laps and swirls around my clit. I would often find myself cumming to this image. Years later, in a drug induced sex episode, I was in bed with a couple. They often liked to bring other females into their room and have their way with them. I was no exception to their rule, despite being inexperienced with anyone of the same gender. He was between my legs licking my soaked pussy while my head rested in her naked lap. She kept pushing her pussy up, wanting me to put my tongue in her dripping slit, but I was too involved in what was going on between my legs. She fingered me, telling me how wet I was, taking her finger from my pussy and putting it in her mouth, licking my juices off her finger in between kissing me. We showered together, rubbing the loofa over each other's clits, but soon after, the drugs wore off and I went on about my way. It would be many years later before I'd have my first full on lesbian experience. I had befriended a girl from work, and after checking out her Facebook page, I had determined that I was pretty sure she was a lesbian and often would make myself cum to the thought of her going down on me. The first time we hung out outside of work, she confided in me that she was indeed a lesbian, which of course made me intrigued and immediately soak my panties. I was actually getting closer to maybe one day having a woman licking my pussy! In the meantime, I had also started a sexual relationship with a male coworker who was known for being somewhat of a ladies man. He'd hit on all the girls at work. When I told him that my friend was a lesbian, he did what any guy would...asked for a threesome....or if he could watch. I took the thought of this and ran with it. I sent her a text, asking if she'd be in for a threesome, she wouldn't have to touch him, he wouldn't have to touch her. They could both touch me! Win-win! Just a few seconds later, I had my answer, she was in! I was actually going to be fulfilling my fantasy! We decided to make this threesome happen as soon as possible. The following day was a Friday, so we planned for Friday night at 10. A few hours before the big event, I was having dinner and drinks with my mother and some of her friends to celebrate her birthday. But, my mind was elsewhere. All I could think about was the fact that in just a few short hours, my long time fantasy would be coming true. I was going to have sex with another woman. At this point, it didn't matter if the male of the equation was even there, but it did help me with my nervousness knowing that someone I already had a sexual relationship with was going to be there. As soon as I had put in my time at the restaurant, I grabbed my purse and took my wet pussy out to my car and got on the road. I arrived at 9:30, and continued my quest for liquid courage. I drank about 3 beers in the 30 minutes before the male portion of the threesome arrived, so I was nice and laid back, and incredibly excited in multiple ways by the time he walked in. My friend had recently moved into her new apartment and hadn't set up her wifi yet, and being that he worked in the IT department at our job, she made him set it up for her before we did anything as a group. While he was in the bedroom setting up the wifi, she walked up to me, pinning me to the wall. She said she had been wanting to do this for a while, and started kissing me. Her lips were so soft and knew exactly where to kiss me on my neck that makes my panties drop instantly. We stopped kissing for a moment just to move to the bedroom to see what the hell was taking him so long. He was finishing up the wifi set up as she and I were locked in a deep kiss, laying down on the bed. She was on top of me, mouth to mine, running her hand up and down my body with her long dark hair surrounding me. She rubbed down my thigh and came back up on my pussy. It was electric. The touch of a woman, even through my jeans was almost enough to send me over the edge. For a few moments, I forgot that there was even a man in the room with us. He had made his way next to us, and was already naked, stroking his cock while watching her body pressed up against mine, mouth locked on to mine. I had to break the kiss with her, and give him some attention because it was his idea. I kissed him while she started to suck him off. He took my shirt and my bra off and started in on my nipples that were aching almost as much as my drenched pussy. I was in desperate need of attention there, so I grabbed her face and pulled it off his cock, pushing her towards me. He sat back and took in what was happening before him. She was practically ripping my jeans off me so she could put her tongue on me. She's had many females in her time and her expertise was apparent. She started off slow, barely touching my clit with her tongue, flicking it ever so slightly, just enough to send shockwaves through my abdomen. She slid one finger in my aching pussy, then another, pulling them out and licking them like a popsicle getting every last drop of my juices. Then, she really got into it. Curling her fingers inside me, rubbing my g-spot, she almost sent me over the edge in seconds. She stopped though and told him to have his turn with me much to my disappointment, but also that she wanted to finish me off. He put his condom on, slid in me maybe twice before cumming, and I guess the sight was just too much for him because he left shortly after...either that or maybe he could tell he wasn't wanted or needed at that point. Once he was gone, she went back to work on me. Fingering me and sucking on my hardened clit. Soon after, I felt the buildup of a massive orgasm coming. My pussy started tingling, going up my abdomen and down my thighs. It felt like a unicorn riding a rainbow to a pot of gold where my thighs come together. I was cumming. I was actually cumming from another woman. The sight was amazing. Her hair now tied in a bun, I grabbed a hold of it, and held her face to my pussy grinding against her mouth. After I finally came down from my orgasmic high, I saw how wet I was. My wetness covered her face like she had bathed in me. We were both exhausted so we went to bed after, her hand resting on the pussy she had just eaten like a pro. This would be the start of many, many more orgasms from her.