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?
I held my breath as I turned around slowly, seeing how lovely her back was. My eyes followed the crevice of her spine that ran down until it disappeared into Sarah's nicely formed ass. The girl's ass had a beautiful round shape that I wanted to squeeze. Never in my life have I ever felt this turned on by another girl's ass before.
I heard her cough to get my attention before saying, "You can start any time now." My hands shook from excitement as I grabbed the shower gel to start lathering her back. Time seems to stand still while I was touching her as the world outside us cease to exist.
I was in a lustful daze washing her back while trying not to reveal how aroused I was. I wanted so much to lather her whole body before doing it all over again. Telling myself that I would stop at her lower back, but the desire that was burning inside me pushed my hands further down. I was too afraid to squeeze it at first and just let my bare hands wash over it. Her tight, firm ass felt great in my hands. I spend a little more time on it than she did mine and gave a series of little squeezes while washing it.
It saddened me to think that nothing was going to happen beyond this. I was wrong in believing that this girl wanted to fuck me and was crazy for wanting it to happen. I was a married woman on the verge of cheating on my husband on something innocent. I stepped closer to get better access to her belly, pressing my breasts into her back, and that was when I realized how hard my nipples really were.
They became so sensitive to the touch that I moaned out when they made contact with her back. I knew she heard me with my lips only inches from one of her ears. She didn't seem to mind, and I didn't give her time to reject. I placed my hands on her stomach, feeling the heat that came off it, and touched her the same way she did to me.
Sarah's toned belly felt great to touch, and I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed it. I was so caught up in mimicking her actions that my hand went further than I meant it to go, and my fingers entered her pussy. It was warm and wet. They were in and out a few times before she broke away from me, leaving me alone in the shower.
My lust for the girl had made me cross a line when it got me to finger her while we showered. I left the bathroom wearing only a towel and feeling depressed after making a fool of myself. I entered my bedroom, still feeling the overpowering lust I had for Sarah. I was so out of control that I had pushed her away forever and wasn't sure if I could ever look the girl in her face again. When I heard her walk in behind me, I was about to tell her that I was sorry.
"I am...," I was going to say more but was at a loss for words from what I saw. Sarah was standing there naked with what I first thought was a dick between her legs. After the shock wore off, I realized that it was fake. I found out later she was wearing a strapless strapon that has been made to look like a natural penis. It was eight inches long with realistic veins popping out from it and was more impressive than Tom's dick. She was stroking it as she stared into my eyes before she spoke in a voice that was soft and seductive, "My dear girl if you want me, you must first prove yourself."
I stood there in silence, watching her stroll seductively to me. When she was standing a foot from me, still stroking her fake penis while looking into my eyes, she snapped her fingers and pointed down. I didn't need any more instruction to know what she wanted from me.
