I had always denied that I had any sexual desire with the female form. Of course, I could find a woman beautiful. Of course, I would look at woman and compare her breast to mine and mine virtually always won in the size category. Because of my breasts, I have received more attention from some men than I wanted, but also I received the attention of women.
I had girlfriends who have been touchy and I found it strange, but I knew they were not lesbian. My husband has always talked about lesbians as his favorite thing. He brought porn home. Initially, the porn he brought was of such disinterested unattractive women that I would only notice the lighting or the décor.
Eventually, he brought home lesbian pornography that was made by someone who understood that a woman would look at the actresses and want them to be beautiful and that the woman would want the place that they had sex to be immaculate and crisp, so it did not distract from the action. I watched this pornography and was so excited. The women were beautiful. The women seemed interested in the other woman and the women moved like I would move if my mouth were kissed like that, if my nipples were flicked with a tongue like that, and if my pussy were loved by a smooth face.
I found that I got very wet and could not wait for my husband to fuck me. I found myself saying out loud how beautiful those women were. I was heterosexual, but I could appreciate that the women were sexy and gorgeous.
My husband would always talk about women being able to appreciate a woman. He told me so many women he dated were willing to have a threesome with another woman. I told him I would probably go with it. I find the idea sexy, but so scary. I even went with him to a strip club, but I was so uncomfortable. We left after our meal. Yes, we had a meal at the strip club.
This kind of flirting with the presence of another woman in our bed continued even after our move to Costa Mesa. I got involved with my daughter's school and the PTA. I was approached by a gorgeous mom, we'll call her Millika. Millika had dark hair and beautiful skin, about 5-8, 130, with C cup breasts and captivating brown eyes.
Millika was in charge of the PTA and take charge she was. She got me involved in the PTA right away. Millika was different from a lot of other women in that she was dominant and yet the essence of femininity was no less than any other woman. Millika would was also one of the first women I had met that would give just a positive comment about me. She would call me "Beautiful" or "Gorgeous". She would always have something wonderful to say about my appearance. I fell in love with her beauty, both physical and inner.
We would hang out all the time she would comment on my breasts and say how much she loved breasts. It made me uncomfortable, but in a thrilling way. She would touch my neck to fix a tag or touch my cleavage to hold my necklace. The physical contact was not lost on me. She would flirt with me and say she was my surrogate husband and that I would have to "put out".
She stopped being in charge of the PTA and picked up a job, so the frequency of our meetings became more rare with her other commitments. She also became involved with a male friend and would speak in glowing terms about him. There was a loss of the connection for a while.
Sometime later we had a PTA meeting where we reconnected. She asked me out for drinks on another date and I quickly agreed. I was a bit nervous and did not want to be let down again.
We agreed to meet at Eureka, a bar. I wore a dress I knew would attract her attention. I have never gone out in a dress without underwear. I decided I would do it this night. I took off my underwear before entering the bar. It was so exciting and added to the evening. We had a great time and, yes, she commented on my cleavage and touched my hand several times.
Jim recommended that I get a sheer bra for nights that I would meet Millika. I went out and bought the most supportive bra that was sheer. I am embarrassed when my nipples show through my nipples. Normally, the two don't go together, but I found one that was prefect for my big melons. I wanted her to see my nipples though my clothes.
A couple of weeks later she asked to get together again. Because of her commitments, she asked if she could just come over to my house for drinks after my daughter's school. I told Millika that she was always welcomed at my house. Jim has been a super help and arranged to keep Sedona out of the house by the use of our code word LIBRARY. Jim took Sedona out to dinner and her acting class. Millika and I would have the house to ourselves. Millika asked if Sedona and Jim would be home and I told her they were going to be busy until 8. Millika said, "I'll bring the wine and be there at 4."
Millika came and immediately said how beautiful I was. She hugged me and smelled me. She said, "Nice! What is that?" I told her conditioner.
Millika picked up my hair and smelled it and said, "Lovely." She then let my hair down, but not before touching the bare skin of my clavicle. I could see her look down in my cleavage. I had hoped she saw the sheer bra I was wearing.
We talked at the counter of my kitchen and she poured the wine. We then sat down on the couch. We sat about a foot apart and faced each other. I had been so bold as to not wear panties again. I sat in such a way that my legs were slightly open as I turned to her, but she could not see I all the way up my legs.
We drank and talked. I put my right arm on the top of the couch. Millika would regularly touch my hand as she talked, but would pick her hand up after about three seconds. She had done this three times. I could see her looking at my silky smooth thighs. She reached for my thigh and said, "So smooth!" It took everything in my power to just stay cool, because my natural reaction is to pull back. Her thumb caressed my thigh for a few strokes and she pulled her hand off my leg. I felt she was trying to get bolder, but we both could not close the deal. My husband had described it as two young lovers just trying to find the right parking spot on Lover's Lane.
I decided that the way to push her buttons a bit was to turn my hand over on the top of the couch so she would have to touch my palm, not the back of my hand. I turned my hand over and within a couple of seconds she put her hand to touch mine. Her hand was in my palm. I closed my hand on hers, not in clasping trapped way, but in a gentle hold. It was as I suspected, she kept her hand in mine. She kept talking and then I could feel her thumb move across the inside of my wrist. She moved it back and forth slowly.
I could feel the heat over coming me. My face was getting flush and must have been turning red. My pussy was tingling and getting very moist. I think Millika could see this. She moved closer to me on the couch. She picked up her dress, so that her legs were showing and our knees were touching. She moved her hand so that it was now on my inner forearm and mine on hers.
She then told me her feet were sore and reached down and began to rub her foot. I told her I could rub it. She said, "You don't mind?" I told her of course not and she pulled her left foot up and rested in on my thigh.
She kept her right foot on the floor so that her legs were spread. I took both my hands and rubbed her foot. She tilted her head back and leaned back on the couch and said, "Magdelana, you are not only sexy but have magic fingers." She moved her ankle a couple of times to have her toes touch my right breast. My nipples were so hard. Her foot touched the nipple. She then adjusted herself down, still keeping her head towards the ceiling, while her foot was on my breast, feeling my hard nipple on her sole.
I began to rub her calf and she moaned, "Mmm." I looked to the middle of her dress in the hopes of seeing her crotch. I lifted her knee, not her foot, as I moved closer to massage her calf. Millika moved down a little more on the couch and this caused her knee to go higher. I could see her panties now. Millika was wearing sheer panties! She had a shaved pussy on both labia and above the clit was a patch of hair. I could see her large labia were open and a smooth glistening juice as obscuring the view.
As she moved closer her foot moved up from my tit towards my chin. Her toes were touching the tip of my chin. She began to speak of a vacation she had taken with her church group. I think she wanted to tell a story, which required no comment from me. I sensed she wanted my mouth busy with things other than words. I tilted my head down and her toes were at my lips. Her toenails were red and lovely. I pressed my mouth to her toes. I did not kiss them, I just wanted my lips to feel her toes and her toes to feel my lips. Neither one of us moved. My heart was racing. I looked up from her pussy and saw her chest. I could see her blouse moving up and down quickly, her breath was coming fast.
I kissed her big toe. She just kept talking though I heard a crack in her voice. I kissed each of her toes and she never stopped her lips from moving. She would not look down, she kept her head up towards the ceiling. I began to kiss the sole of her foot. This finally took her off topic and she said, "I think this is the best foot massage I have ever had."
She now slid her other foot on to my foot on the floor. I moved her foot down from kissing her heel and sole to the toes near my mouth. I opened my mouth and let her big toe in my mouth. I let my mouth surround that toe. I could hear her take such a deep breath and say, "mmm."
I was not sucking on her toe, I wanted her to feel the warmth of my mouth, my lips on her body. I wanted her toe to imagine my pussy. I then felt her foot move up my left leg. Her foot was sliding smoothly up my leg. She got to the middle of my thigh and stopped. I then began to suck on her big toe. As I began to suck and move her toe in and out of my mouth, her foot kept moving closer and closer to my pussy.
I first felt the side of her foot on my slit. She must have felt the dampness of my pantieless pussy on her foot. She did not wiggle her foot on my pussy, she pressed it. I immediately let out and uncontrollable, "Ahh." Letting her toe free of my mouth. She moved her foot up and down my pussy.
I then took her foot and moved it to the right side of my face. I started kissing the inside of her left ankle and up the side of her calf, slowly. She had long ago stopped talking and concentrating on moving her foot on my pussy. She moved her toes so that they were on my clit. The toes were not skilled, but felt like tiny fingers squeezing me with curiosity.
I kissed her to her knee. She still had her head up to the ceiling. I got the impression that she believed that if she was not looking at me, then we were not really two women exploring each other's bodies with a wonton lust.
