"You know it's funny," I told Tess as I poured our glasses of whiskey, "I thought you were a lesbian for the longest time when we first met." I giggled a little at the thought of my misconception, as I took my first sip of my drink.
"Well, I am bi" she replied without hesitation.
"You are?! Why have we never talked about this?"
I was surprised, given that I was always so open about my sexuality, and that this had never come up. Tess and I had known each other for about two years. We had met in a hiking group. We saw each other often in that context over the years, but recently we had been spending more time together outside of that social group. It was also surprising because she is Chinese, which has a, let's say, less than accepting culture of sexualities other than straight.
I felt my face get flush and the inside of my thighs warm, both parts flushed for a moment of the thought of my face between her legs.
She didn't give much of a response, something to the effect of not knowing me that well as she finished off her drink.
"Another?" I asked, we had almost finished the bottle at this point. As the night had progressed, we had gotten physically closer and closer, holding hands and snuggling. Once I got her a new drink, she lay against me between my legs. I played with her hair, and then slowly began to rub her neck, and clavicle, and then slid my hand down between her legs. She let out a soft moan as my fingers connected to the outside of her jeans.
I continued to rub her pussy, from on top of her jeans, and she moaned and to began thrusting her pelvis toward my fingers. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to move my fingers beneath her pants and feel her warm, wet juices all over my fingers, but I restrained myself. I continued to rub, and she moaned, I knew she wanted to feel me slip my fingers slowly inside of her dripping soft pussy.
I restrained myself, as I was married. I shouldn't have even let it go this far. I stopped and suggested that I leave. She agreed, she didn't want either of us to do anything we regretted.
We got up to gather my things, but heavily intoxicated, Tess fell a bit. I went to catch her, and in doing so, ended up face to face. She looked up into my eyes, licking her plump, soft lips, begging for me to bite them. I leaned in to kiss her and we both aggressively connected. Her hands were on my breasts, mine back down at her crotch.
"NO. You're married," she said and pulled away.
"You're right. I'm married. We shouldn't do this. I need to go home."
But it was too late. I could smell her desire, I just thought one little feel would hurt anyone. I could still taste her soft sweet lips on mine. Feel her hands caress my breasts. Maybe I could just see if she was as wet as I was. I certainly couldn't return back to my husband with panties soaked in my own thick, wet juices.
I pulled her back into me and started kissing. She collapsed and gave into me as started to unbuttoned her pants, and slowly reach my fingers down. Just two to start, to explore. What I felt almost made me cum. An eruption of juices. Her panties were soaked through, my fingers were immediately covered with her. I pulled my hand out, as I pushed her onto the couch.
"You're so wet sweetie," I said as I licked my fingers.
