I stood in my bedroom trying to bring my mind back to the here-and-now. Barely two weeks after Gary had given me the most incredibly sexual experience of my life I stood in my bedroom holding onto Jordan's dress, tights and bra. I reached down to pick up her panties from where she had shucked them off before climbing into my shower. I knew full well what I intended to do with them before I even reached for them. I looked at the gusset noticing the shiny goo and I thought, "I am getting ready to cross a line that will be impossible to return from."
Nonetheless, I bent down to pick up the dark green garment and then held it to my nose, inhaling Jordan's most intimate scent. It was so like my own scent and yet so different. My own pantyless crotch was throbbing as I rubbed the crotch of Jordan's panties on my nose and upper lip in order to coat them with her scent. The scent remained after I pulled her panties away. That was my intention.
I don't know how any other woman feels, and I've certainly never asked one, but I have always wondered how other women taste and what it would be like to make love to one. I know how my pussy tastes when I lick it from my fingers, and when I clean Gary's cock after he's thoroughly fucked me silly, but I have wondered for many years what it would be like to taste it directly from the source. I've never been in a position to do such a thing and have never really known someone I could trust with such intimate confessions.
I tried to calm down as I returned to my kitchen and then to the laundry room to start Jordan's laundry. The dress and tights were machine washable but needed to soak for a while so I started that process in the sink.
As for her underwear I decided to throw them into a load of my own things. First I held her panties to my nose again and held them there, inhaling deeply and wishing I didn't have to drop them in the washer. Then I had an idea! My crotch was literally dripping wet and I looked around to make sure Jordan was still in the shower.
I pulled my own dress up and wiped my dripping pussy and thighs with the crotch of Jordan's panties. I got as much of my liquid sopped up as possible and then held the gusset back to my nose. It smelled like heaven! I brought the panties to my mouth tasting both of us and licked and sucked until I couldn't taste anything but the fabric itself! I know it was a horribly slutty thing to do but it seemed like someone else was calling the shots inside my head.
I reluctantly dropped the panties in the washer and started the load. Stopping in the kitchen on my way back to the bathroom, I poured two large glasses of my favorite red wine. I placed the glasses on my dresser on the way, stripped naked as quickly as possible before I had a chance to talk myself out of it and then took both glasses into the bathroom where the shower was just being turned off.
I sat the glasses on the vanity and handed Jordan a large fluffy towel from the linen closet. Now it was her turn to be stunned! "Damn," she whispered, looking at my nakedness.
"Turn-about is fair play," I offered in my defense. "I need to take my makeup off and get comfortable."
I proceeded to clean my face and noticed Jordan checking me out in the mirror occasionally. "See anything you like?" I mused.
"Actually I do," she said with a wicked smile on her face. She pointed to the left side of the vanity where my newest rabbit and a rather small anal plug laid neatly on a towel.
"Shit!" I said, rushing over to them and sweeping them off into the top drawer. My face was beet-red and i was severely embarrassed. I closed the drawer and explained, "I cleaned them this morning and left them to dry. I should have been more careful."
"That looked nicer than my rabbit. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you by drawing attention to it," she said.
I then tried to recover from the shock and continue with my task as best I could. I'm not exactly sure why I was so embarrassed by her seeing those things but I was trying desperately to be cool. For goodness sake! I was standing in my bathroom naked with a woman (also naked) and was worrying about her seeing my vibrator and butt plug. I had to get a grip!
I tried to calm myself down but I caught the sight of her thick patch of dark red pubic hair and it made my knees weak. My own, much lighter hair was trimmed short into a small landing strip and I was otherwise hairless thanks to my regular Brazilian routine. I took a couple of deep breaths trying to look calmer than I really was.
I finished with my makeup and washed my face with warm, soapy water. I admired my firm C-cup breasts with small dark nipples and compared them to the little B-cups that Jordan was currently drying. Two completely different sets of breasts and both were beautiful in their uniqueness. I regained a little of my composure and went to the toilet and peed while Jordan's mouth hung open like mine had earlier. I wiped myself then washed my hands before offering her one of the glasses. "OK, sunshine!" I said. "It's time to drink wine and do some serious relaxing. There's nothing like an unexpected three-day weekend!" I offered. I raised my glass to her and we clinked before both taking a big slug. Hoping to remain calm I took a second one!
On the back of the bathroom door hung two matching terry cloth robes that Gary and I used frequently. I put Gary's larger one on and handed mine to Jordan. "If you have to wear something," I said, "wear this." The innuendo was obvious. It was certainly warm enough in my house to be naked if one was so inclined.
She said, almost to herself, "We'll see how it goes with the wine."
She tied her robe losely and followed me into the living room where I pointed to the left side of the large overstuffed, white leather couch. There was an end table she could use for her glass and several pillows all around.
"Please make yourself comfortable and don't hesitate to ask if you need something," I said.
I took my seat on the opposite end of the couch after opening the blinds on my large windows, revealing the softly falling snow in my backyard. My townhouse backed up to a state park so nothing would ever be built back there and it was thickly wooded. I often went naked all weekend, not worrying at all about being watched. The scenery outside was beautiful and the world seemed quiet.
We talked until noon and managed to make 2 bottles of wine disappear. At this point everything that we said seemed to be hilarious and our walls were certainly down. We talked about work and relationships and our previous marriages. My husband, like hers, thought it was okay to sleep with whomever he wanted regardless of his vows. Mine was asked to leave and hers took it upon himself. I blamed myself for marrying before I was mature enough to have thought things through and for ignoring several warning signs. Jordan was more hurt in that she was hopelessly in love with her husband and didn't see the breakup coming. He disappeared one day and only later were all of the details made known.
Talk of failed marriages soon enough turned to talk of sex. The wine and naughty conversation was having an effect so I asked her if she was OK with watching some of my porn DVDs. Her face lit up and she squealed, "You'd better believe I am!"
We watched a few short videos without looking at one another out of sheer embarrassment. One particularly steamy girl-on-girl vignette seemed to get to Jordan and her right hand went inside the robe to her left breast. She seemed to be kneading the firm flesh quite aggressively and she was biting her lower lip in the sexiest way!
Jordan announced that she had to pee and stumbled her way back to my bedroom. I heard her peeing and it seemed very erotic. She was gone long enough for me to become concerned but she returned before I decided to go look for her. Her robe was hanging open and she was carrying my rabbit friend.
"I hope you don't mind me asking where you got this impressive thing," she said, "but it looks a lot more expensive than mine. It looks like it could really do the job!" She turned it over again and again in her hands, as if she was longing to give it a try. If she was half as horny as I was she would jump at the chance to use a high-end vibrator like this one. I'd spent an awful lot of money on it.
"You're welcome to use it if you really want to," I said hesitantly. Was I really offering to let another woman use my vibrator?
She seemed to be considering this and my attention was again drawn to the dark red triangle below her waist. I guess I stared too long and when she noticed she used her hands to pull the robe wide open. "Do you find this interesting?" she said. "That's the second time I noticed you staring at my bush."
