I wasn't sure about publishing this update concerning my life but so many of you seemed concerned about my absence I thought an update was well overdue.
As we lay on the straw-filled pallet with the dappled summer-sun beating down through the vine canopy, Izzy and I were content to just lie here and take in our last few moments together before she had to go. It would be the last we saw of each other for a while -- Izzy, now a holiday rep with a tour company in Corsica had to fly back that night and I had the reluctant task of packing up the last of my things ready for my return to the UK.
Yes...in order to retain my sanity I'm moving back to the UK. My father's death in Iraq had hit me hard and very slowly I had drifted into a drink induced depressive state which was made worst when my bastard of a husband announced that he had found someone else and wanted a divorce.
It was some weeks after father's funeral that Izzy found me, wandering about the estate, naked and 'highly pissed' as we say in England having lost the will to live.
Sipping our drinks as we chatted my mind kept drifting back to last night, our final night together. I don't know what had got into Izzy but for the first time since we had got together she had been really rough; the use of the strap-on combined with the nipple and clit clamps was ok, but the pulling back on the gag whilst my wrists were handcuffed to the head-board was just a bit too painful. I'm not normally into BDSM but to my surprise I really began to enjoy it. In fact, I'd go as far as to say it was the best sex I had for a long...long time,
God...I must have been desperate. Just thinking back to it made me blush, sending shivers down my back.
"Cold?" murmured Izzy having seen my slight shiver.
"What!...in this heat, you've got to be kidding," I replied.
"Then why the shiver?" she retorted quizzically.
"Just... just thinking about last night," That last bit I added almost as a whisper, an afterthought, trailing off when I realised how much of a slut I sounded. Izzy always told me I had a sluttish mind. My train of thought was brought further off the rails when one of her hands reached across, grasp hold of my chin then gently twisted it so that I was now looking into her eyes. They were ablaze with a mixture of lust and question. She knew we didn't really have time for this but my god, we wanted each other so much, with an animal passion we hadn't felt for a long time.
My eyes, heart and now soaking wet pussy all betrayed my body and within seconds her mouth was crashing down upon mine. We were making out like we needed this connection with each other to be able to breathe. Her tongue expertly coaxed its way into my mouth until our tongues were together, dancing their own dance of passion. With the kissing and the heat of the afternoon sun my body was burning up, I knew she too could feel it beneath her hand which was still grasping my face, keeping me there in our moment of passion. I squeezed my legs together tighter in an attempt to block out the feeling of need that was beginning to pool between my legs. If I was getting this worked up now then how was I going to cope without it for a couple of months?
Izzy broke the kiss and I realised I was panting want of for breath; it felt like she was literally kissing the life out of me. Still dazed I lay there; lips tingling and bruised, eyes closed, trying to stem the flow of desire that was on the verge of washing over every inch of my body. Izzy had to be at the airport in less than 2 hours, I scolded myself but the next thing I knew I could feel the cold shock of an ice cube circling nipple, the melt water forming refreshing rivulets that gathered together before running away from my breasts, only to be retrieved by the warm tongue of my lover. The contrasting temperatures generated goose-bumps all over my body, my nipples hardened in an instant as I tried to squirm away.
The torture was only made worse as Izzy slowly slide the cube up towards my neck then circled the cube around my chin before popping it through my slightly parted lips, hastily she mashed her lips down on mine before we passed the cube between us until only our mashing our lips, and tongues, together with renewed intensity was left.
Her hand found my right breast then pulled and squeezed at its highly sensitive nipple; I couldn't help but moan into her mouth as she played. With my left hand resting on the nape of her neck twiddling her hair, my right was free to wonder. Teasingly made its way down her thigh where I began to squeeze, rub and run my nails over her naked arse; following the string of her thong and teasing all the way I finally reached her pussy lips.
Pushing aside the flimsy piece of material I began stroking her pussy. Izzy broke the kiss again, reached into her glass for a second cube then bringing it back she circled my hardened nubs with it until I was covered in goose-bumps and shaking all over, not from the cold but from the sheer sexual pleasure. Holding the cube firmly against my nipple she made her way in small nibbling/kissing motions over my collarbone, up my neck then to my earlobe. I was moaning with abandon for Izzy knew this was one of my weakest points. Her breath tickled my ear as she gave one of her cute giggles for she knew how worked up I was getting, making my hairs stand on end and my pussy clench in the most delicious way. The nip she gave my earlobe whilst her breathing still tickled my inner ear almost made me come there and then. I was writhing, panting and moaning and stroking her pussy harder now, wanting to give her the pleasure she was giving me.
Izzy released her grip on the ice cube allowing it to slip away from my breasts before making its watery before coming to a chilling rest between the pallet and my back, her kisses returned downwards and in an instant she was licking and nibbling at my hard nipple, her hand tracing the outline of my sopping folds through my thin lace like panties. Dipping a finger around the edges of the material we both moaned, her by my rhythmic massage of her nether region and me at how wet I was down there.
Pushing Izzy on to her back, her moans got louder as I kissed a trail up her chest for I never tire of running my tongue over her stunning body. Once I reached her neck I continued upwards to her face, taking her lips between mine and gently sucking and biting them until she moaned again.
"Fuck, Sarah," she groaned as I made my way back down past her breast, not stopping until I reached her hips where I licked across the line of her thong. As I did her hips arched up off the pallet. Taking my chance and through its thin material I mouthed kisses upon her mons before hooking my thumbs around its flimsy string-like waistband and pulled it down her legs.
I kiss the little patch of blonde hair above her sex, and then the furrows leading to her treasure. She tensed again, urging me on. Finally, I do. I opened my mouth a little letting my tongue slip out a little to taste her for perhaps the last time.
Wow! Her flavour was so complex and intimate, I absolutely loved it! I opened my mouth more to slide my tongue deeper in her, getting an even stronger taste. She jumped a little as I did this. I realised that my tongue is now in the little tunnel where my finger once was, and I try to connect the vastly different sensations. I rolled my tongue around inside her, drinking in the flavour and scent. I really, really like this!
I explored around for a few more moments, letting my tongue reach every part of her. I looked up and saw her watching me. I keep my eyes locked on hers as I moved to her clit. I sucked on it gently for a moment, and then establish a gentle up and down rhythm with my tongue. Izzy nods gently, breathes in a long heavy breath then moaned as my mind locks fully into licking up and down as I'm filled with the taste, textures, and scent of what I'm doing.
Izzy squirms, and I get lost in eating her out. For many long minutes, I utterly enjoy pleasuring her. After a while, the newness of it all fades, and it becomes simply licking her over and over, feeling her building orgasm in her tensing muscles and soft moans. Something about this turns me on even more than the first few moments. I roll the situation around in my thoughts, until I realise that I'm so turned on by the sheer fact that I am working hard to make my best friend, orgasm!
Izzy suddenly stops me, her hand on my head. I look up, licking off a bit of her juice and sweat from my lips.
"Babe?" she tried to get my attention. "Sarah...please babe, stop now, else I'm going to cum." she pleaded with me.
"What if I want you to come in my mouth so I can taste you?" I teased slyly, giving her a cocky grin, she didn't answer straight away but when she did it took the breath out of me.
"What if all I want right now is to be coming on your juicy pussy whilst yours spasm around me with your own climax?" her face was deadpan and serious, her eyes once again glazed with lustful passion. Oh my god. When she spoke to me like that it did things to my insides that made me feel like I was melting and judging by the juices running down my thighs, I'm pretty sure I could have been.
Without another word I crawled back up her body then straddled her leg until our pussy's meet as her tongue played once again with my nipple.
"Perfect!" I thought to myself.
I slowly pressed against Izzy, mashing her pussy into mine, and causing her clit to sneak its way between my lips. Wow, did that send a charge up my pussy, causing me to leak copiously, all over our entwined pussy's. She began to slowly grind against me, forcing her lips against mine, driving her clit deeper into my cleft. Sloppy wet sounds emanated from the gooey mess between our legs. I pushed back harder and now we were totally locked together in what seemed to be a permanent scissors, humping against each other. Izzy bent her knee enough to place her leg over mine then rested her heel against calf.