Marion heard the doorbell chime inside Astrid's house and her tummy fluttered with butterfly wings of anticipation. She had anticipated this morning's arrival with growing expectation, ever since Astrid had called her days before to arrange the time for their meeting. Marion was nearly climbing the walls with the frustration she felt as her husband dithered and dawdled prior to eventually leaving the house at eight thirty. To be fair, he carried out his morning routine just as deliberately that morning, and left no later than usual, it just seemed that he took an age with his preparations that particular day.
No sooner had Marion heard the sound of her husband's car crunching down the gravelled driveway than she was in the shower and beginning her own meticulous preparations. She wanted to be smooth limbed and sweetly scented for her pending date with her new girlfriend.
Once Marion had bathed, she laid a towel over the duvet cover and carefully, meticulously trimmed and shaved her, usually, hirsute mound until all that remained of her pubic bush was a cute tuft that crowned her slit. Marion admired her handiwork with the aid of a small mirror, and was pleased to see the result. There were no unsightly blemishes to cause Marion any anxiety and her already feathery stomach gave another twirl when she imagined Astrid's face as she first set eyes on this new coiffure.
Marion had already chosen her dress, going for simplicity rather than style. She had carefully prepared a denim dress that fell to mid thigh. It was an old favourite, one she felt comfortable in, and she knew the hemline fell to the perfect height to show off her legs. In deference to her voluptuous figure, Marion covered her full breasts with a delicate bra, but dispensed with any other underwear. She felt deliciously wicked as she left her house knowing that she was bare bottomed under the dress, with her confidence being boosted by an admiring glance from her next door neighbour as he passed by.
As Marion approached Astrid's address though, the butterflies in her tummy turned into huge birds' wings – What was she doing? What would her husband say if he knew what Marion was facing that day? After a moment's pause, Marion steeled her resolve and pressed the button, which sounded the bell inside the house
'Darling!' Astrid smiled when she opened the door and saw Marion nervously standing there. 'Come in, you look lovely.'
Astrid stepped aside and pulled the door wide to allow Marion access. Marion saw that Astrid was wearing a towelling robe; she was just about to comment when the younger woman slipped the robe from her tanned shoulders.
'I couldn't answer the door in the buff,' Astrid said in a quiet, husky voice. 'But I hope you approve of my nudity now.'
Marion nodded and gazed at her host's slim physique. 'You're so fit,' she said in a near whisper. 'Really, so beautiful...'
Astrid's laugh of delight sounded loud and full of appreciation: 'You're such a doll,' she responded and moved quickly to Marion. 'We went through this last week,' she scolded. 'You're a very sexy woman yourself... really sexy...'
Astrid lifted her hand to gently stroke Marion's face. She purred gently for a moment as she savoured the soft skin of Marion's cheek. Then, moving almost imperceptibly, she lightly kissed Marion's dry, red painted lips.
It was only a light touching of the lips, but for Marion it was a sublime moment. It was her first Sapphic kiss; the first time she'd either kissed or been kissed by another woman in a non-platonic way. The kiss was the precursor to another, more ardent kiss, and Marion felt a thrill of yearning flush her pussy with heat when Astrid's wriggling, insistent tongue pushed into her mouth.
Astrid took hold of Marion's face in both her hands and increased the pressure against her trembling guest's mouth. She forced her tongue between Marion's teeth and probed deeply in search of Marion's own tongue.
Astrid's breathy moans betrayed her arousal while she continued to swirl her tongue around and around Marion's. Her hands had left Marion's face by now and had reached below the hem of the denim dress. Astrid moaned quietly when she felt the smooth skin of Marion's buttocks, the sensual delight unimpeded by underwear.
Astrid broke the kiss: 'No knickers?' she breathed, her eyes sparkling and widening with surprise when her hand moved to cup Marion's freshly cleared mons. 'You filthy bitch... I can't wait to taste you down there...'
Astrid kissed Marion again, only this time Marion opened her mouth willingly and used her tongue against Astrid's as they kissed.
'Come upstairs,' Astrid whispered and took Marion's hand in hers.
Marion allowed herself to be led by the hand as the pair climbed the stairs. She was visibly trembling when Astrid led her into a spacious, comfortable looking bedroom. Part of her wanted to turn and leave the house immediately; she was so nervous, but there was a deeper part of her that was tremendously excited by what, she hoped, was shortly going to unfold in that room. Marion was on the brink of tasting another woman's sex... She could barely contain her arousal at the thought of Astrid lying on the bed with her long, sexy legs spread wide...
'Oh fuck,' Marion moaned quietly when her insides clenched at her sordid imaginings. She wondered how Astrid would taste - how would another woman's sex feel against her tongue?
'God, Marion,' Astrid said gently when she saw her guest's trembling limbs. 'Are you so very nervous?' Marion nodded; she didn't trust her voice enough to speak. 'That's okay,' Astrid responded, 'I understand. I'll be gentle with you...' She grinned wickedly: '...At first.'
Astrid kissed Marion yet again. On this occasion however she lifted the hem of Marion's dress and squeezed the older woman's buttocks with both hands. Astrid kneaded and squeezed more when Marion moaned lightly at the pressure against her skin. The blonde moved her feet further apart in a subliminal invitation, and immediately Astrid moved one hand around to the front of Marion's body to press her palm against Marion's recently shaven mons.
'Mmm, so smooth, my darling,' Astrid sighed as she lightly ran her middle finger along the crease of Marion's vulva.
Marion gasped and pulled her mouth from her tanned lover's when Astrid's finger tip slid lightly over the stiff nub of her clit. The sound of Marion's excitement encouraged Astrid to repeat the move and she was rewarded by a deeper groan of appreciation from the blonde.
'It's just the two of us today,' Astrid whispered while Marion closed her eyes and simply savoured the tiny bursts of pleasure between her legs. 'I want to take your girly virginity and enjoy you... I want you all to myself.'
Astrid's words were a hoarse whisper and caused a ripple of desire to pulse through Marion's sex. The newness of the situation and Astrid's husky tone excited Marion beyond description; she was horny, so very, very horny.
'I want you to take me,' Marion managed to reply. 'I want you to show me how good it can be with another woman...' Marion's knees almost buckled as Astrid continued to flick at her sensitised clitoris. 'Oh, God... please, Astrid,' she groaned, 'please... please... that's so sweet...'