Note - though most of my stories here concern glory hole experiences, this doesn't preclude other enjoyable interests. Simply, most of the time, those other interests lack the intensity of the still new and 'forbidden' glory hole game. The following story describes a recent visit from an old friend, one who shares a number of mutual interests.
The phone rang mid-morning, and after saying hello, I heard her saying 'Where did you get that? I was wet for the next 24 hours.' The house was empty, so talking freely was no problem. Which had not always been the case the day before.
'I warned you, remember, after you said you weren't feeling anything much?' Yesterday, when she had said that, it was reasonable enough - we were sharing each hit, the other breathing in as the other exhaled. Mainly for reasons of conservation, though with a familiar and desirable side effect, the same one that always occurs in such situations, as we naturally began kissing when we drew close. It was true that I had done the first couple of hits, as it had been years since the last time we had done this, and she only one. After the next four or so hits, all hers - each very nicely shared - she repeated that the effect simply wasn't what she expected.
However, it appeared best to simply put things away, especially to prevent any accidents occurring as we kept getting lost when our mouths met, our hands sliding up and down each other, stroking the other's neck and face, fingers running through hair. Following each pause to smoke, the kissing had become more involved, my hands pulling up her dress to slide along her thighs and rear, her hands pulling my ass to press us more firmly together, revealing my growing horniness while adding to it.
We were in the basement, in the room used for storing coal and firewood, without much space on either side. She was wearing a newly bought dress, no bra, and sandals with heels that made her stand as tall as my 6' height. This had been convenient when exchanging hits, and incredibly sexy when kissing - I have never kissed someone of my own height before. Being truly face to face while standing was surprisingly intimate, an irresistible temptation for both of us. She has always been fully aware of how hot she looks braless, now only one button away from her lovely breasts spilling out in their full sized glory. Breasts I have seen over the years, most often at a local nudist lake, one of the most memorable times floating in the water as my cock plunged into her pussy, both of us holding on to a raft in the middle of the cool water of the lake, her breasts floating with her large dark nipples islands against her skin.
Her skills at kissing are basically the best of anyone I have ever known, which now includes women and men. Being more bi than I, it may be that her experience with women has taught her more than a straight woman whose only experience is with men. Her kisses range from the most gentle brushing of her lips to utterly demanding deep tongue motions to the most delightfully needy expression on her face, eyes closed, desiring nothing more than to be kissed again. Of course, kissing should generally end up involving more than mouths, a fact she thoroughly understands, and demonstrates in practice.
Her hands were ranging as freely as mine, a changing pattern of stroking and pressure, from bared skin to covered nipples, lightly hardening in response to fingers working on them, to below our waists, where the strength of hands and arms was used to pull us closer, touching as much as the other as possible. Our mouths were doing the same, lips and tongues sliding and pressing and merging, two parts becoming a greater whole in their shared pleasure.
As always, we had melted into each other when kissing, but now, the matching height was adding something completely new - her pubis was at the same level as mine, and as my cock grew hard, pointing down the leg of my shorts, it fit snugly between her thighs. We were both thrilled by this, but after a moment or two, it was clear she was much more excited by this discovery than I could have ever imagined. Probably because as I became ever more attuned to what she was doing, it was clear that my cock wasn't merely rubbing her thighs, but was moving against her pussy lips.
She had arrived about 15 minutes earlier than expected, meaning that I hadn't had the chance to shower and change, having spent a good 45 minutes cleaning. Including vacuuming any surface we might end up on, if previous experience was any guide. My shirt was loose, and my shorts let my cock hang freely, as I wasn't wearing any underwear.
As we kept kissing more passionately, my cock grew stiff against my leg, a fact which delighted her, this clearly being what she wanted. How clearly became wonderfully obvious as we began to find the best position for my cock to nestle between her thighs. My cock head extended to just below her inviting pussy, a feeling that continued to change as she quickly became more aroused. Her pussy lips are larger than any other woman's that I have ever known, so there was little doubt of what was feeling so good as we found both a position and rhythm that matched our kissing.
And then slowly started distracting from it, her tongue beginning to lose focus as she started sliding down slowly, my hands on her sexy ass, sliding under her panties to alternate between holding each cheek tightly, and then stroking them. Sometimes squeezing, sometimes spreading, as her movements against my cock kept growing more insistent. My sensitive cock sensed just how juicy and open her pussy was becoming, even as we remained dressed.
Becoming gloriously turned on, all attention now being drawn to what was happening at the intersection of rigid cock and invitingly yielding pussy. As my hands stayed on her hot ass, my mouth began to roam over her ears, then down to her neck. Her delighted response rapidly began to distract me, as she started grinding herself right at the root of my cock - clearly the center of her universe, a feeling I have never experienced just kissing a fully dressed woman. A woman I couldn't resist, my hands squeezing her ass as she kept moving with inspired creativity, her horniness now leading me further on between her legs.
Her motion was captivating, my cock being stroked by her increasingly sexy pussy lips sliding along my shaft, opening while she kept pressing in a circular rhythm. I gasped the first time she slid down the length of my cock, now pressing her clit against just my cock head. By this point, neither of was capable of kissing any longer, and as her motions began to grow voluptuously needy, I was thrilled to realize that my cock was the reason she was playing herself like an instrument.
It is a rare privilege to be so completely adored for just accepting what someone is doing, and her being at my height was something completely new, a thought which drifted as she started to sink her pussy down, my hands now sliding away from her ass, as she ground herself at my cock head, starting to moan. Moans which grew when the hands that had been on her ass reached her chest, flat against the sides of her breasts, creating an opposing rigidness which she moved against, her breasts joining into the dance we were creating between liquid motion and opposing rigidity.
Time had become as hazy as it always does when so turned on, though one measure is at least somewhat reliable - the number of times I almost came, but didn't, was easily 3 or 4, measured in groups to include pulsing series of blazing intensity, each closely spaced together, near eruptions of flowing pleasure within a sequence. Barely able to keep from filling my shorts with cum, I could only let her keep moving herself against me, swivelling and humping in what appeared a sort of satisfied need, a variety of delight that I had never been privileged to experience before. She was completely turned on, totally horny, and my cock was loving every eternal second of her sexy pussy rubbing along its length, its head nestled in her spread labia, her clit rubbing just hehind the flared ridge of my cock.
Slowly, I pulled her up, and the slight break in our intimately direct contact was enough to let her begin kissing again. As we kissed, the hunger faded into the background, not disappearing, simply reasonably placed aside. Which made sense, because in truth, it was time to prepare lunch before enjoying more time alone.
After eating, we went upstairs to the bedroom, of which a third or so is cut off with a clothes cabinet and an Indian cotton screen, creating what is basically a storage area, including book shelves. We were upstairs to seriously looking at books, specifically for frosting recipes. Languidly pointing with extended arm that she had the same vegetarian cookbook as my wife, I naturally turned into her, a hand across the small of her back.
Her arm drifted down as her mouth turned, slightly opened lips already anticipating my own thoughts. Our kissing seems inevitable as soon as we start, even though weeks or months can go by between rare occasions. As was the case today, with the added attraction of what had gone on downstairs. We continued to kiss, shifting in gradual increments to face each other, and after a few moments, she wasn't really capable of standing any longer, due to how my fingers had begun to press against her panties, a motion which she rapidly succumbed to. When we started kissing, my hands had run along her thighs, lifting her dress high enough to reach her vulva with my hand. Again, our equal height added to the ease at which this occurred, my arms having more than enough reach to find and fondle her now spreading wetness, without having to lift the skirt very high at all. This made it much easier to remain discrete, in case anybody came upstairs. A discretion which certainly helped put her mind at ease, even as my fingers were making her hotter.
She started to slide downwards, her back against the cabinet, and I followed, my fingers remaining in the puddle they had discovered as she sank down. Settling down, she was on her knees and feet, her ankles at the sides of her ass, basically slumping as the feelings from her fingered pussy began to overwhelm any other minor distractions. Of course, it was not just coincidence that her position left her legs spread, her pussy even more openly available to enjoy my sliding touch against it.
