Blips on My Life's Sexual Radar - Ch. One
The first major blip of my adult sex life - Vermont
A/N - Thank you for joining me on this journey of love, lust, romance, and hopefully amazing sex. This series will include some hetero and sapphic love as well as consensual
light
bondage. If you are not interested in these, I thank you for your time and wish you well. For those still here with us, I hope you enjoy this jaunt.
Chapter - 1
There it was my cue over the loudspeaker. I glanced to the right and saw the woman with a clipboard nod at me. I slowly stepped forward counting to myself,
one, two, three, and four
and then I heard it. Then, just as we practiced,
Elizabeth Katherine Murphy
I heard it, I actually heard it! I walked up to the Chancellor, shook her hand, turned slightly, acknowledged the photo taken, accepted my diploma, turned then walked, heading off the stage back to my seat.
I sat in my seat and the emotions flowed, I did it, against some challenging odds, I did it. I graduated with my Masters in Public Health and was ready to enter the next stage of my career; medical school.
Yes, you are correct in your thinking, I am not the typical medical student. No, I am not going directly from my undergraduate program into medical school. When I was finishing my third year at Simmons, I knew I wanted my MPH prior to attending medical school so I sought out guidance from my advisor, Mrs. Bentley. Over the past three years here at Simmons, she has guided me in the correct direction and she assisted me in getting my first "real world" summer job at Massachusetts General prior to starting medical school.
So with an academic plan in place, I drove forward. I started a fast-track towards my MPH. I wanted to be different, well-rounded and prepared for the future. A few months ago, my long term dream was fulfilled when I received my acceptance letter to one of the finest medical schools in the Boston area.
Now, I had two weeks off before I would start a short term temporary position in the research department at Mass General. I decided a few days away from my small apartment would do me good. I headed north to Killington, Vermont. Three nights in the middle of nowhere is just what I needed.
The drive was just over three hours for me. I checked into the lodge and was ready to relax. I made my way to my room, unpacked and then set out on a trail hike after changing.
The two hour hike was exhilarating, refreshing and yes tiring but this is what I needed, something to clear my mind. After my trail hike, I returned to my room, took a nice, relaxing shower then a soaking bath.
My soaking bath was absolutely enjoyable. I took a few moments after shaving my legs to carefully trim and shave my pussy. I wasn't actually looking for a man or a woman while here but I wanted to be prepared. There is nothing worse to me than sucking and licking a stubble ridden pussy. A bit of fur or a nice patch is very acceptable but I love a tidy kitty myself.
I massaged my feet, calves and thighs with very light scented lavender essential oils. Lying on the bed just relaxing for a few short moments, with the lavender aromatherapy filling my senses, I allowed my hands to wander. My fingers moved slowly over my inner thighs, my fingers gently teasing the outer lips of my pussy.
The warmth and swelling of my lips was only intensified as my right hand teased and tugged at my nipples. Very gently I circled my clit teasing myself. My core started churning as I missed the feeling of my lover. Her delicate touch but when wanted, her dominant hand always pleased me.
I imagined her finger fucking me as she used me reminding me how I was her slut. "Yes! Mrs. Bentley! Yes!" I squealed as my orgasm overtook me and my legs shook leaving a trail of cream from my pussy to my anus.
Oh how I missed her touch. What would I ever do without my mature and highly skilled lover? I would do as she instructed me to do, "My Beth, you will live, laugh, learn, love and enjoy." Such a wise woman, I could only wish I had more years with her but that was her rule, when I graduated, I was released and not allowed any more.
I stepped back into the shower to freshen myself, mostly my lower body, and then found a nice pair of casual slacks and a button up blouse. Lightly touched up my makeup and left my hair straight, hanging just over my shoulders. With one last look in the mirror, I smiled as I grabbed my room key, my wallet, and of course my phone and headed downstairs.
***
I made my way down to the Wobbly Pickle Lounge to enjoy a glass of wine. As I approached the main bar, there were two seats unoccupied on the left side and three seats unoccupied on the right. Taking my chances and feeling a little bit full of myself I chose to take one of the three seats on the right. The bartender is a slightly more mature man with a bit of grain at his temples, took my order just a simple Chardonnay and I would consider a menu later if I get done here at the bar.
He was gracious and nodded and assured me that if I wanted to have food at the bar, he could arrange that for me. I wasn't sure if he was being extremely kind or if this was the standard for the lodge. I can see his eyes really never left my face. I wasn't sure if he didn't want to find me appealing or did not find me appealing or was he just a true gentleman? I was hoping for the latter.
I enjoyed my Chardonnay just sitting back, watching as people came to, and fro and mingled with friends or sad, or followed their own agenda as I had. I had finished my salad and it was enjoyable. It was light, but the chicken was a bit dry for my tastes.
Herbert was clearing my plate away; he refilled my water glass and inquired about my desire for the second glass of Chardonnay. I nodded then saw two younger ladies, and a young man entered the lounge. They looked around and did not see seats together. I stood for a moment and it was then that I got Herbert's attention. I shared with him that I would move to a single seat on the other side of the bar, allowing the three individuals to take my spot.
I walked to them. "Pardon me. I noticed you were looking for three seats together. I had the bartender move me to the other side if you would like those three joining seats on the right side of the bar."
I smiled, and then walked to the left side of the bar where Herbert had already moved my water glass, and was in the process of setting down a second glass of Chardonnay.
I enjoyed the last of my Chardonnay and settled my tab with Herbert. As I was turning to leave the lounge I waved to the women and man seated together. They raised their glasses and bid me a good night.
The following evening I enjoyed the sunset from the back of the lodge property. I made my way back in and used the pool entrance. I made my way to the lounge and smiled when I saw a few seats open.