Sarah's Bisexual Awaening

As soon as the door was closed Tracey dropped my overnight bag and throwing her arms around my neck she pulled me towards her, kissing me with an almost aggressive passion. My heart pounded and my stomach lurched as we fell onto each other with a hunger that surprised us both. We continued kissing for a very long time, savouring each other by taste, touch and smell, our bodies entwined in our embrace as we explored each other tentatively. Tracey’s leg pushed into my groin sending a shiver down my spine and I responded likewise, feeling her thigh muscles fasten around my leg as her pussy pressed against me in response.

Everything that was going to happen to me now was a first, a totally new and thrilling experience and the anticipation and excitement flooding through me was almost more than I could bear. Adrenalin coursed through my veins and I knew that tonight I was going to be on a merry-go-round of astonishment, and hopefully, much more. Eventually Tracey paused and reluctantly pulled her lips away from mine. She smiled a slightly amused and breathless smile and with a raised eyebrow said.

“Would you like a glass of wine now? Or shall we just have sex on the doorstep?”

I laughed and disentangled myself from her.

“I think sex on the doorstep sounds like a good idea right about now.” I replied as I retrieved my bag. “But I suppose I had better come in and at least have one glass of wine first.”

Tracey giggled and then taking me by the hand led me into her apartment.

It was much bigger than I expected with two good-sized bedrooms and a large marble bathroom that led off to the left of the hallway. To the right was a state of the art open-plan kitchen-diner and beyond that a large lounge area leading out onto a balcony that ran along the entire rear of the apartment and overlooked a well manicured golf course.

The whole place was stylish and modern, with tasteful bright airy colours and elegant designer furniture. A massive plasma video screen was built into the far lounge wall and a high-tech sound system was quietly playing a Freddy Jackson number into every room in the apartment.

I sat in an oversized lilac sofa that threatened to swallow me up as Tracey opened a bottle of chilled white wine and joined me bringing the bottle and two glasses with her.

She curled up next to me on the sofa and ran her hand down my back.

“Sit back and make yourself comfortable Sarah, I want you to feel completely relaxed and at home here.”

I slipped off my sandals and tried to tuck my legs up as I settled back into the soft, copious cushions, but Tracey manoeuvred closer to me as I did so and somehow managed to wiggle one of her legs under and in-between mine, her small foot resting close to my crotch and forcing my legs apart as my left leg was forced to rest across hers. She wrapped her other leg around the back of me and three of the buttons on the bottom of my short dress popped open in the process showing the silk of my thong pressing firmly into the contours of my scantily clad mound, and revealing the dampness of my earlier arousal. Tracey’s skirt had also ridden up around her waist and her pussy was pressing against my hip through her tiny white cotton panties. Taking my hand she casually placed it high up the inside of her smooth thigh, then rested her own hand naturally on my left knee. We were about as tangled up into each other as we could possibly get and it felt very erotic sitting so entwined with her without actually doing anything.

“There, that’s better.” She said. “Now we can chill.”

The warm silky skin of Tracey’s inner thigh felt wonderful against my palm and I started to stroke her softly, making small circles with my fingers. She handed me a glass of wine and we sat and quietly chatted for a while as we gently caressed each other.

As we were talking Tracey’s hand had slowly risen up my thigh and she eased her fingers inside the top edge of my thong, stroking my meticulously trimmed pubic hair until she could resist it no longer and moved stealthily towards my anxiously awaiting clit. I had long since stopped talking and had cleared my mind of all thought. I sat there with my eyes closed just enjoying the moment as Tracey’s finger sought out my swollen love-bud. Her finger hovered over my clit like a Praying Mantis when with no warning she pressed firmly down onto it.

My eyes shot open and I started as though someone had pinched me. The air whooshed from my lungs and a small moan escaped my lips as a stream of physical sensation thundered through my nervous system like small pebbles rushing headlong down an over-enthusiastic brook.

I closed my eyes tightly again and quickly fought to relax as the initial shock subsided and Tracey expertly teased me, circling my clit with varying degrees of pressure. To my great disappointment though she stopped after just a few minuets and removed her hand.

I opened my eyes looking questioningly at her as she disentangled herself from me, then she smiled and patting the sofa whispered softly.

“Lie down Sarah, let’s get more comfortable.”

I automatically did as I was asked and lay stretched out on my back in anticipation. Tracey moved the coffee table out of the way and while still kneeling on the floor she leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth, her long blond hair fanning out and falling across my shoulders. Her busy fingers quickly made short work of the buttons at the top of my dress and she cupped my breasts in her hand, taking each in turn and pinching my nipples softly.

I was lying in an awkward position and as much as I wanted to reciprocate what she was doing I was unable to, so I stroked her back and waited for my turn, which I knew would soon surely come.

I almost kept forgetting that I was ‘making out’ with a girl as it all felt like the most natural thing in the world, and it was only every now and then when I reminded myself what was happening that my astonishment returned and a wicked little smile would form on my lips.

Such a smile was present now as Tracey softly kneaded my breasts, and I marvelled at the softness of her hands and deftness of her touch. I was quivering with delight at the very thought of what was happening to me, if I had stopped to analyse how quickly events had contrived to place me in this situation I would have been stunned by the impact, the speed with which I had gone from being a straight housewife into desperately,

desperately

wanting this woman to make love to me was astounding. Fortunately I was in no state to think clearly about anything like that, I was acting on pure adrenalin alone and my body burned with a white-hot lust and desire for this beautiful girl.

Again Tracey pulled away from me but this time I was not so disappointed as I knew that each time she stopped I was about to experience something new and exhilarating. Her hands moved to my hips and she hooked her fingers into the sides if my thong, slowly drawing it down. I lifted my bottom to allow her to remove it and her face hovered just inches from my pussy. I could feel her hot breath on my vagina and the musky aroma of my arousal must have invaded her nostrils. I lifted myself higher, trying to encourage her to bury her mouth into my sex but she eased herself away and continued to remove my thong.

Tracey stood up and looked down at me smiling, my dress was hanging open with all but with the two middle buttons that stubbornly refused to yield, my breasts and pussy had been openly exposed by her and I felt a slight twinge of embarrassment as she brazenly scrutinised me. My hair had gone awry and was spread out around me like a halo, my eyes, full of lust were pleading with her to come to me.

“You are so beautiful.” She breathed. “I am going to make love to you like you never dreamed it could be.”

With that she lifted her skirt and very slowly removed her white cotton panties.

She stood in front of me, her legs slightly apart and unashamedly allowed me to feast my eyes on her naked pussy. She was shaved as smooth as an egg and I was fascinated by it. I had never seen any other woman’s sex so close up before, at least not with a view to eating it, and the only other shaved pussy I had ever seen was my own. I took in the soft folds of her vagina, the nub of her clitoris sitting proudly in the upper lips of her labia. She was moist and her slightly engorged pussy pouted forward begging to be licked.

She let me feast my eyes on her for a moment knowing all the while that I wanted to reach out for her and then she pulled down her skirt. She smiled at my obvious look of disappointment but then crossing her arms she took hold of the hem of her lace top and in one fluid movement drew it over her head and threw it casually onto the floor. I watched her glorious full round breasts bounce free, her perfectly proportioned nipples standing out urgently against the darkish areola. Her golden eyes shone with lust as she rejoined me on the sofa, kneeling over me for a moment before I pulled her towards me and kissed her fully on the lips. I felt our breasts brushing against each other and thrilled at the sensation as our nipples touched. Tracey slipped her hand under my bottom and pulled me firmly towards her, our legs entwined and I could feel her naked pussy pressing against my thigh my own doing the same to her.

This time I was in a much better position and I tentatively ran my hand up her arm until I reached her left breast, I cupped it as best I could and finding her nipple I circled it firmly with my thumb.

I was unsure if what I was doing was right or if she was enjoying it but she murmured encouragingly and so I carried on. She was kissing me all the while about my face and neck, her left hand had moved down my leg and with a gentle pressure she forced it to one side, before I had time to think her hand was engulfing me and she rubbed my pussy firmly with her fingertips sending shivers up my spine.

I was ready for the finger that I knew was soon to enter me but I still gasped as she slipped it in and I held her mouth against mine forcing my tongue inside to urge her on. I expected her to start finger-fucking me with enthusiasm as men often do, but instead she continued to tease me with her fingers, probing my most sensitive and sensuous areas, working inside and out and using her entire hand; fingers, thumb, palm even her knuckles were used to a mind-numbing effect. All the while she was softly making erotic comments to me, telling me how much I was turning her on and how good my wet pussy felt in her hand.

I was trying so hard to control myself but there was no way to fight against the tide of stimulus she was inflicting on me and I ground my teeth together as my first real orgasm of the night, and first ever by a woman surged through me. My hand rushed to my groin and I held her still as my vaginal muscles convulsed around the two fingers she still held inside me, I felt her body press against mine as she shared in my elation and I shook as the orgasm took me through its peak.

When I calmed down enough to release her hand she removed her fingers and sucked on them one by one, looking me in the eye the whole time as she tasted my juices. She then kissed me full on the mouth, pushing her tongue between my lips. The strong aroma of my sex was on her breath and the fact that I could clearly taste myself in her mouth made me shiver and ‘lose it’ once more.

“God Tracey, what are you doing to me?” I said shakily.

“I can see you don’t like it, I can stop if you want?” She said with an innocent smile.

“Don’t you dare!” I replied hurriedly. “The only thing in the world I want right now is you! I could to eat you.”

I may have meant that metaphorically, but Tracey quickly replied.

“You will Sarah… Don’t worry, you will.”

A thrill ran up my spine at her statement and so deciding to take the initiative I reached down and inched up her skirt. She was looking at me, her golden eyes wide with anticipation and longing as I purposely forced her legs further apart, sliding my hand slowly up her thigh until I reached her pussy. I teased my fingertips from the small tight hole of her butt, to the very tip of her clitoris, and her sharp intake of breath told me just how wound-up she actually was.

“Oh yes…” She moaned, as she wiggled her hips trying to urge me on.

I certainly did not need any prompting, I had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity and I explored her smoothly shaved pussy with relish. I thought it would feel strange initially, touching another woman’s most intimate parts sexually, but no. It felt as though it was the most natural thing in the world as my fingers investigated her sex, feeling and probing at her hard little clit and the soft fleshy lips of her labia. She was very wet and I traced my finger around her moist entrance, threatening to push it inside but holding back every time she pressed her hips towards me. My thumb danced on her clitoris simultaneously and I could feel her getting more and more frantic as I continued to tease her. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she finally pleaded.

“Oh

fuck

Sarah, push it in!”

I held back for a couple of seconds and then abruptly skewered two fingers into her as far as I could go. The effect was stunning. A long low moan escaped her lips and she clamped her legs together, thrusting her hips forward and shaking violently. I was surprised at the strength of her as she clenched and unclenched her vaginal muscles onto my fingers and I thrilled at the thought of what I was doing. I knew Tracey was very close and rapidly building to a large orgasm, and I was not going to be far behind her. I had only been touching her for a short while but I guess the expectation of us finally having sex together had been weighing heavily on our minds and we were both teetering precariously on the abyss.

I had not yet learned the subtleties of pleasing a woman with my hands and so like a true amateur I reverted to plunging my fingers in and out of her like a piston, although at that moment in time I don’t think it would have mattered what I did as she felt as though she was about to burst. Her hand flew down and sought out my own pussy and she copied my movements exactly, pushing two fingers into me and purposefully fucking me with them as her tongue forced its way into my mouth once more. We were both panting heavily and whimpering into each other’s mouths as we finger-fucked each other hard and fast, when Tracey, unable to take any more exploded into her orgasm.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck, Sarah…”

She screamed through clenched teeth, as a tidal wave of her lust surged through her. Her body went rigid and she shook violently as she lost control. I followed suit almost immediately, having a massive orgasm of my own! Not withstanding the wonderful things Tracey had been doing to my pussy, she had created havoc in my mind. My fantasy had at last been fulfilled, I was making love with this Goddess and I had made her ‘come’!

Me

. It was one of the most highly erotic moments I have ever had in my life and more emotive than I could possibly hold in check, so as soon as I felt Tracey’s orgasm begin, my own floodgates flew open, unable to hold back any longer and I was also washed away on a riptide of unimaginable bliss. We thrashed and squirmed in our embrace like two wild women, sucking on each others mouths and making noises like dangerous and wounded animals, neither one of us wanting to be the first to stop. We held each other in a death grip unwilling or unable to let go as our joint orgasm washed over us. It was unbelievable, incredible, overwhelming! I had no idea that an orgasm could be so intense. I thought that I had been lucky enough to have some of the most incredible orgasms with men who had fucked me in the past, but nothing could have prepared me for this! It felt as though Tracey’s orgasm and my own had somehow blended into one and we shared every infinitesimal exquisite sensation of the other.

I lost track of everything around me and I had no idea how long we swam in our tide of sexual euphoria but as with everything, eventually even we could go on no longer and we both excruciatingly slowly began to calm down. We lay side by side panting and covered with sweat, Tracey covered me with kisses, and for over an hour we continued to sexually caress each other, giving continued and countless other small orgasms.

As I lay in Tracey’s arms, feeling her delightfully caressing my most private and intimate parts I realised once again just how fast I had gone from fantasy to reality. The other people in my life (with the exception of Kevin) would be struck dumb if they could see me now, entwined and practically naked in the embrace of another girl, our hands washed in each other’s ‘come’ and the strong aroma of our recent sex pervading the air around us. The thought of everyone thinking I was such a decent, innocent and respectful young lady made me smile inside and I shuddered with an intoxicating feeling of wickedness as I realised just how naughty I was being.

I was also rather pleased with myself, I had no idea how I was going to react with Tracey when we really got down to it, I honestly didn’t know weather I had the bottle to go through with any of this, would I freeze and look like an idiot? Would I run like a frightened rabbit? No, I had stayed, and loved every second of being here with her and I knew that the night had only just begun. I smiled to myself again as I thought ‘I’m Bisexual! I rally am!’ A strong tingle ran down my spine making me shiver as I admitted it to myself and Tracey kissed me hotly as she felt my body react. There and then I made a decision, whatever else was going to happen tonight I was going to go along with it without any more old hang-ups, I had finally accepted who I was and I was bloody-well going to enjoy it!

We did eventually pause for a brief moment. Tracey stood up and held out her hands to pull me from the cavernous sofa. She unfastened the remaining two buttons of my dress that had somehow refused to budge, and slid it seductively off of my shoulders, kissing me from my neck to my stomach as she did so. She then stood back up and looking at me smiling, asked.

“Would you take my skirt off please?”

Although I was standing there naked I did not feel the least bit self-conscious anymore, and I was quickly becoming fully immersed and relaxed in my developing role as a bisexual, so placing my hands on her waist I pulled her towards me and kissed her soundly.

“Of course.” I replied, smiling between one kiss and another, “I can think of nothing I’d rather do.”

I unzipped the white mini-skirt at the side but instead of pulling it down I said.

“I think.

Lover

, you had better lie down for me.”

She looked at me quizzically.

“Where do you want me?” She asked, like a shy little girl.

“The floor will be fine.” I said boldly. “It will give me more room to move.”

I saw the smile that touched Tracey’s lips as she did as she was ordered and lay down on the thick carpet. I stood over her, my feet either side of her knees and looked at a vision of loveliness. Her long blond hair had fanned out beneath her and her golden eyes shone up at me expectantly. Her arms were by her side and her legs together, although one of her knees was raised a fraction and turned inwards demurely. Her perfect breasts had flattened ever so slightly under their own weight but her nipples were erect and very proud.

I knelt down straddling her thighs and leaned forward to kiss her mouth, my hands either side of her shoulders, I then nuzzled into her neck seeking out her erogenous zones and licking and kissing her gently as I slowly worked my way further down her delicious body. I ran my tongue down the sweet valley between her breasts and licked my way underneath and around each one before taking her nipples in my mouth and sucking and nipping at them gently with my teeth. Tracey’s chest heaved as she pressed herself into me and a soft pleasurable moan reached my ears as I sucked harder.