I am Lara and my husband, Tom, is a photographer for a fashion magazine. On the odd occasion, a model would stay with us. I never really minded until he brought home Sarah. I wasn't afraid he would be unfaithful; that was never the issue; however, I started having strange feelings whenever the girl is around me. The woman had long red hair that she kept in a ponytail, firm breasts, and have these green eyes I couldn't help but get lost in.
I was a little shorter with a few more pounds on her, but that was because my breasts were a little bigger than hers. I wore my long brown hair with layers and rarely dressed or did things too wild. I had been married a little over a year with a satisfying sex life that kept me from wanting anything more.
I have never been affected by a woman like this before, and it confused me. I refused to accept that I sexually was into her and tried to focus on anything but her. Whenever the girl was in the room, her essence was so overpowering that I had looked at her.
Sarah almost drove me over the edge a few times by getting too close to me. Sarah would wear these shirts that were so thin you could see the faint outline of her nipples. When I was cooking dinner, she came behind me once, placing her hands upon my hips before resting her head on my shoulder while telling me it smelled good. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back which made my heart nearly stopped beating. It felt so sensual that I unconsciously let a moan escape my lips.
I was embarrassed that I let it slip out and was glad she couldn't see my red face. I thought I would die from shame. I swear I could feel her nipples stiffening into my back after I moaned. Did it turn her on hearing me, or was it my imagination? Before I could figure it out, she was gone.
My heart sank when she pulled away from me, desiring her hands to return to their rightful place. I tried to snap out of this foolishness and avoid any physical contact with her. She always seemed to find a reason to touch me in such a sensual way that it left me in a state of arousal. The caresses on my hand, pulling my hair away from my eyes as she spoke to me, and the way she would touch my ear when admiring the jewelry that was hanging from it.
I never wanted to do anything with a woman before until this girl walked into my life. It scared me how much that I wanted to feel her hands on me once again. Those desires had slipped into my dreams, giving me what my subconsciousness wanted and making me wake up in a cold sweat.
When the final day of the photoshoot had arrived, I was so relieved. I was so glad it was about to be over with, but I have to get past the fashion party that night. She will be gone with all of my temptations after the weekend. Friday never felt so good to me, and the freedom that will soon come from it.
Tom was too busy at work and wouldn't be able to pick us up later. I only saw him once when he had to come by for his suit for tonight. That left me alone all day with Sarah and leaving me responsible for her. I didn't want to be alone with her for that long. I avoided her most of the day until it was time to leave. It was going smoothly until it was time for us to take a shower and get dressed for the party.
We only have one shower that we took turns using, and she insisted that I go first. I was only in there for a few minutes, getting lost in my thoughts, when the sound of the shower door sliding open brought me back to reality. Hearing it close again made my heart started pounding in my chest like a dozen racehorses as I felt panic set in. I was too afraid to turn around and tried to get a hold of myself. I didn't need to hear her voice to know it was Sarah. She had this intoxicating perfume she wore, and it was now filling the cubicle with Its scent.
"I was thinking that we can save time by just showering together," Sarah said innocently. I couldn't turn around with my feet frozen in place, and speaking would only betray what I was feeling at that moment. I knew that she could see every shape and curve of my naked body from behind anyway.
"Since I am here, let me get your back for you. It is at least that I can do from all the kindness that you had shown me," Sarah said politely.
I felt both fear and excitement run through me. I looked down as Sarah applied the shower gel to my back, feeling the sensation that it caused when she started lathering it. Her touch was turning me on so much that I was trying to fight back the urge to moan. When her hands reached my lower back, I lost that battle and let out a small moan. I was afraid she heard it, but to my relief, she seemed not to notice.
When her hands went even lower and started lathering my ass, I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from moaning out again. I had a hard time trying to maintain control over myself without a moment of peace. When she removed her hands to apply more gel, I had only a brief moment to catch my breath before I felt her hands on my stomach. She stepped closer to me, and I could feel her breasts pressing against my back.
Sarah slid one hand to my hip and started rubbing my belly with the other one. She moved it in a circular motion while slowly going down and killing any resistance I had left. I knew whatever she did to me; I wouldn't fight back. My body wanted her to keep going until the girl's fingers entered my wet pussy. Water wasn't the only thing that was running down my leg. Even Tom never made my body react this way, nor did any other guys who came before him.
My body had surrendered to her touches by spreading my legs apart to invite her to my throbbing clit. My mind told me that I didn't want this, but my body said, yes, you did. It didn't matter what my mind wanted because my body was in control. When her fingers brushed through my public hair, I let out a low whimpering moan. I felt flustered with the false anticipation of pleasure when she removed it.
"It's your turn to do me," Sarah stated cheerfully!
I could feel her stepping back away from me, and it made me feel empty inside. I was in such a state that I wanted to cry from the pleasure I thought was coming. Did I imagine what her intentions were, or was it what my desire wanted it to mean?