If you haven't read my previous post (A Horny Woman: Beginnings), then shame on you!
All kidding aside, let me rehash a little bit. My name's Paula Oort. I'm 34, single and very independent. The obligatory physical stuff - I'm relatively tall for a woman at five-eight, I am in great shape and keep the flab away with an hour or so of work every day, my boobs are very noticeable at 38DD and I have no problems making sure they are seen. I love sex. I love flirting and teasing. I can be an exhibitionist when I feel like it, which is usually when I'm on the prowl. And I've learned that boundaries are meant to be crossed. Multiple times, if needs be. I figured it was time to fill you in on some of what made me this way.
After I hit 18 in high school, barely a weekend went by where I was alone. I discovered a lot of ways to please myself and spent hours (sometimes) with my holes stuffed and my clit buzzed. Those weekends were relatively rare, since I made sure that it was known that I loved sex. On my terms, of course. If a guy wasn't up to making me come before he did, then he never got the chance. After the second guy I went out with played the "I'm the guy, just blow me" game and I refused, the word got out. From that time on, I was treated royally.
That's not to say that every guy was a marvel at eating my pussy. Many had to be talked through what they were doing - but given that their rewards ranged from deep throat blowjobs to fucking an ass for the first time to good old straight-ahead, bareback sex, they all found it to be worth it. And some of them became REALLY good. Clever and creative. Those were the guys I made sure to tell the other girls in school about. To this day, a couple of them are still in my phone - when we wind up in the same location, we always manage at least a night of great sex.
And after High School ended and before college, I tried lots of things to see if I would like them. And I liked almost everything, as it turned out. Anal? Yup. Spit-roasting? Absolutely! Double Penetration? Of course! A non-stop parade of cock in all holes for hours? Yes, that was one amazing night and I love to take out the video of it every once in a while and get off while watching it again. I was a fucking animal! That was a going away party to live in history!
Then I started college at a relatively small school out of state. I intentionally went out of state because there was so much I wanted to see in the world. I spent my first month or so very laid back and covered up, just basically observing how things went. I shared a suite in the dorms with three other women, and we were quite a mix. Gwen Wong was from San Francisco, a second generation American and smart as a whip. At just five feet tall, she seemed like your stereotypical Asian-American woman - until she opened her mouth! I have yet to meet someone to this day who could curse as much as she did! Combine that with a penchant for cigars and cheap beer, and she sure went against type.
Mary Sue Green was - you guessed it - a five-foot, four inch, brown haired, blue-eyed, typical white American girl. I mean, she could have been the poster girl for the young women's version of Jane from "Dick and Jane." With her knee-length skirts, sweaters and button-down shirts she was a friggin stereotype if there was one! And, at the same time, she too was brilliant. Her IQ was over 150 - and as a freshman she was already enrolled in senior math and science classes. What you would normally think of as a bookworm, right?
Finally, completing our suite, was Sheila Goldberg. From Brooklyn, no less! The stereotypical accent and all! Sheila was six-feet tall and on a basketball scholarship. Long arms and longer legs, and what a mouth she had! She could have been doing standup comedy! There wasn't a situation we ran into that she didn't somehow come up with a punch line; all of us at one time or another had needed to change clothing because we had something in our mouths that was expelled at velocity after one of her comments!
And, of course, me. I tried to play it coy and quiet. I restrained myself and kept all the toys that I had brought with me in my underwear drawer. I mean, I just didn't know them well enough to be open about my love of sex. But that changed - thank goodness!
The suite was set up with two bedrooms, two bathrooms and a common living/dining area. We decided to draw straws to see who would bunk with whom. We wound up with Gwen and Sheila sharing one room, and Mary Sue and I had the other. We agreed that after midterms we'd switch again, so that eventually we'd all have roomed with each other. Made sense at the time.
It was Saturday afternoon, and I'd spent the morning at the gym using the weights and then swimming laps. The pool got rid of the sweat, but I decided to shower at the room to get rid of the chlorine. When I got to the suite all three were out, so I went into the bathroom Mary Sue and I shared and stripped down. Treating the place like home, I left the door open and got in the shower. After shampooing and conditioning my hair, I washed and scrubbed everything else. Then I detached the shower head and dialed it to pulsating and directed it between my legs. I mean, it had been at least a week since I'd had any chance to play with myself (let alone actually have sex) and I was alone, relaxed, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of warm water on my clit...
"Ooh, girl, I can do better than that if you'll let me!"
My initial reaction was to freeze and get upset - but someone was talking about sex and making me feel good.
"Well if you're that good, I'd be happy to let you." I opened my eyes to Mary Sue busily unbutton her blouse, kicking off her shoes and rapidly getting naked.
"Are you gay?" She asked.
"I'm pretty happy." I answered, ever the snarky one. "I'm simply into sex. And I'll try anything. Any time. Does that count?"
"Um, you don't have to..." She was now hesitating.
"Mary Sue, I got it, you're gay. Not a problem. I promise that it won't be a problem living together if I decide I don't like it, although I can't see what there is to dislike. But if you don't get in here and live up to your big words, we're never gonna know, are we?"
That seemed to release her from her hesitancy and she continued stripping until she was naked. I turned off the shower as she reached for a towel, holding it open for me as I stepped out.
"Close your eyes and just concentrate on what you feel, okay?"
"Sure."
Well, it was deliriously amazing. I don't know how else to describe it. Mary Sue used the towel and her hands to dry me and arouse me at the same time. Keeping my eyes closed made it even better. She would take a dry section of towel and lightly rub it on my skin in a circle that grew wider. She stared on my back, at the shoulders, and gently wiped away the water as the towel in her hands glided up and down my back.
When my back was done, my skin was feeling incredibly alive. My nipples were as hard as they had ever been, and my juices were flowing. She wrapped that towel around my upper body, and took another to go lower. How can I say this? She used that towel to make love to my ass! Wiping, sliding, caressing, pressing. I felt my hips begin to move as she worked it into the crack between my cheeks, and then worked down the outside and back of one leg, rubbing and drying and arousing me. I was aching for her to work on my inner thighs but she stayed away from the. She finished that leg and my foot, then moved to my foot on the other leg and worked back up to my ass. By this time, I was whimpering with pleasure. She wrapped that towel around my waste and had me turn to face her.
I did. I opened my eyes and looked into hers and then I kissed her deeply. I drove my tongue deep in her mouth and dueled with hers. Her eyes widened in delight. Then she pulled back.
"Close them again. There's still more of you to dry."
"Yeah, but I'm getting wetter and wetter!" I said with a grin.
"I'll take care of that as well."
She unwrapped the towel around my upper body and proceeded to treat my boobs to the most heavenly touching ever! Not the "rub off the water so their dry" way I dry off, but the "I'm going to pull the water off your skin so smoothly you'll feel each drop disappear" movements of towel and hands. Each boob was taken as a whole and she wrapped them in the towel, one at a time, pressing, squeezing and stroking them. Pulling the water off and generating intense pleasure as she did. My nipples were more distended than ever when she began moving her hands lower on my body.
"If you don't start sucking my nipples soon, I may scream!" I said.
