Chris was an ex-boyfriend, but we had parted ways very quickly realizing our mutual profound incompatibility. We remained friends, and he often drove to my house in the Adirondacks for respite from his (self-imposed) hectic life. On a few occasions, he brought his new girlfriend, Amy, a lovely auburn 19 year-old, to visit. Chris had drinking problems and had a hard time with emotional issues, and they often asked me for advice. Though she was younger we always had a good time. I never thought much of it until the day that Chris called me to ask a very strange question.
"You know that Amy used to be a Lesbian?" he asked
"Yes?"
"Well, she's interested in exploring her bi-side again"
"OK"
"She has a crush on you, and wants me to ask if you'd be interested in joining us..."
I had to think about it for a minute. I can appreciate good-looking specimens of either sex, and, like most women, I was curious but had never done anything about it. I pictured Amy, with her expressive eyes and lush curves and great laugh. I expected the adventure would be more Chris getting off with me watching. Still, my boyfriend lived out of state and Adirondack winters are known for being brutally long and cold. And boring. Curious to see where this would lead, I ran the idea past my boyfriend (who surprised me with a complete lack of jealousy except that he wished he could be there to watch!), and I booked us a night at a nearby motel. You only live once, right? I couldn't actually picture myself kissing a girl, but I figured that events would run their own course if I kept my mind open.
You could see your breath in the room when we entered. We turned on the heat and went out for coffee, laughing about most North Country foreplay consisting of hours spent removing endless clothing layers to thaw by the wood stove. Strip poker games have lasted entire weekends. I knew of marriages that lasted only because of the harshness of an Adirondack winter. You couldn't see anything under the layers of scarves, hats, gloves, long johns, overcoats, etc. As we thawed in the diner, eventually I could tell Amy was actually wearing a skirt over her long johns, and a beautiful corset that laced up the back. Her cleavage was eventually exposed after a while, and I started fantasizing about nuzzling my face into it. That's when I first knew I was in for a treat, and that I was most certainly bi myself. That revelation out of the way, it was playtime!
After drinks and appetizers, we clowned around in the snow a bit outside the motel, and Chris at some point dropped snow down Amy's shirt. She made him get it out for her. He unbuttoned her coat and flannel, and dropped his mouth to suck the water drops and slush from the slope of her very generous breasts. One hand grabbed her hips. I stood transfixed by the sight. Open-mouthed they kissed passionately and wantonly, Amy's body pressed against Chris with undisguised lust out there in the parking lot. Chris grabbed me with his other arm and pulled the three of us into a steamy embrace while he kissed me too. Laughing about small town gossips, I quickly ushered all three of us into the room. Chris unloaded beer while I helped Amy out of her coat, gloves, boots, etc. She was gorgeous in a black corset and red broomstick skirt. I peeled off my own layers to reveal dress pants and a silk blouse. They didn't know about the baby doll teddy underneath. With deliberate slowness, I removed her long johns, leaving her in skirt and corset.
I lit some candles and turned off the lights. It gets dark quickly, and soon we were aglow in candlelight. We made small talk while I warmed up a bottle of homemade massage oil and Amy offered me a backrub. Chris settled back with a beer in hand to watch his girlfriend's hands slowly remove my pants and blouse, leaving just a flirty little red teddy. I was in great shape and in my sexual prime. I sat on the edge of one of the queen-sized beds while Amy rubbed my shoulders and neck with skill, and then worked the straps of the teddy off my shoulders. Chris greedily stared at my hard nipples as the material floated past my chest. I looked at him and licked my lips as Amy laid me down to rub my back. She straddled my lower back with her warm thighs and smoothed hot oil into my skin with hands as soft as a dove's wing. The folds of her skirt whispered against my bare flesh in maddening strokes like tiny lashes with a feather whip. I felt the ends of her hair also lightly stroking my back, each touch a tiny lick from an even tinier tongue.
When I am with someone sexually, I always take a moment to decide what persona I will take for each encounter. It helps me build a fantasy while I pleasure my partner. Amy had recently talked to me a lot about her problems with men who did not appreciate her, and I decided, with her hands gliding over my back, that I was going to take a masculine lead and treat her to a night of love and ecstasy centered on her own pleasure. I was going to set a pace that made her feel loved, wanted, and cherished. What was great is that because I knew Chris so well, I would be able to manipulate him into playing along. I was going to tease Amy out of her shell, and then let her be whoever she wanted to be.
When it was my turn to reciprocate the sensual massage she had given me, I started by massaging her feet. I am semi-professionally trained to give massage, and I can vary my pace from practical to sensual enough for a night in Araby. I opted for the latter. I let my hands linger on every pressure point and fold as I slowly worked up to her ankles. I felt her relaxing under my hands as I worked my fingers and palms into her calves and thighs. For now, I deliberately avoided any classic erogenous zones, staying only in "safe" zones. Her skin glowed in the candlelight. Chris watched with lively interest while Amy purred between my thighs. I was starting to get very turned on, and could smell myself over the scented oil. I could also start to smell her scent, similar to mine but yet different. I longed to taste her.
I deliberately undid her corset, revealing a smooth white back that I couldn't wait to touch. I reveled in the feel of her ass as I massaged her glutes and quads, lingering to appreciate her wonderful curves. I traced my finger lightly around her underwear as she shuddered. I started lovingly on her lower back, kneading her flesh like I was making a loaf of fine bread.
After I worked her muscles all the way up to her neck and shoulders, I started alternating my strokes to massage out along her ribs with my nails and the back of my hands. Between strokes, I ran my hands down her sides, feeling the heft of her breasts ballooning out from underneath us. Her entire back was glistening now with scented oil. My breasts dangled free, the chilly air forcing the nipples into erect points. Chris started stroking his cock through his jeans. My hands roamed Amy's neck and traced underneath to her sternum and shoulders. They lingered in all the spots that made her shiver. I used her response to intensify and lighten my strokes as she wanted. Her body grew very warm underneath me. I played with her hair and nape when she lifted her head and looked into my eyes with a look of unmistakable desire.
She abruptly rolled over, and I was treated to the sight of her large breasts pressing against my naked thighs. My pussy heated up as it rested against her navel, separated only by my flimsy silk panties. My teddy pooled around my waist and hers. She raked her nails down along my back as she pulled me towards her for my first kiss with a woman. It wasn't awkward at all. Our lips met, and I was struck immediately by how soft and warm they were. I opened my mouth and met her tongue probingly with mine. Her mouth was wonderful, and we kissed gently and passionately for several minutes. I felt her hips start to rock under me. I played with her tongue, sucked her lips, and met her motion for motion. She tasted absolutely wonderful.