Encountering Something New

It was late at night and I had just left to go home. I was getting the tube which was new to me as I had never been in a tube before. As I stepped on, I was acutely aware how quiet it was as it was so late at night and I felt a little nervous.

Glancing around to see the other passengers, I noticed that there was a girl, about a year or two younger than myself, also alone. Nervously, I moved over to her, looking again at her perfectly formed cheeks and dark brown eyes. It struck me how beautiful she was. Long, brown hair, deep brown eyes, a small, beautifully formed nose and a rose petal mouth. As she looked up, I smiled gently at her. Her eyes lit up as she smiled back and she said she was relieved to have someone stand by her as she had also been feeling nervous. Quietly we began chatting. We chatted about all sorts of things and I found it hard to take my eyes off her beautiful lips. Subconsciously, I had moved myself closer to her and had reached out my hand to touch her shoulder as I talked about my day. The tension was building up between us and it was beginning to feel quite electrical. I felt butterflies in my stomach as she responded to my touch by touching me back. The feelings of arousal became stronger and I felt myself beginning to feel hot and flushed and between my legs grew damper.

Just then, the train drew into a tunnel. I felt my breathe drawing shorter and as she leaned forward towards me, I smelt the perfume she was wearing as our lips met. We drew apart a little, and as out eyes met, a knowing look passed between us. She leaned in again to kiss me, this time a little harder, her lips pressed on mine. I wondered if she was feeling the same excitement as me, if her stomach was in knots of excitement.....if her clitoris was beginning to swell and throb. As we kissed, I could taste her tongue on my lips...I let my tongue wander around her lips, exploring her mouth. Just then, the light began to creep back in as we withdrew from the tunnel and we parted lips.

As we drew into the station, we shared a look and we both knew. We got off the train and climbed the stairs. It was raining buckets outside, so we ran, along the street, and up the stairs to my flat. I let her in and as I did, she backed me into a corner, lips meeting once again, kissing passionately. We were soaked to the skin and her clothes hugged her tight, her erect nipples showing through the white of her shirt. I felt her hands wandering over my breasts, my nipples also erect. I let my hands creep down and felt that her panties were hot and damp, like I knew mine were. She squirmed a little as I touched but moved her hips closer, indicating she wanted more.

I drew back a little and looked in her deep brown eyes, looking for a clue as to what to do. I had never been with a woman before. She reached out and started to undo my buttons. I felt my nipples hardening up and my stomach fluttering with excitement. She took my hands and led them to her buttons. My blouse slipped off my shoulders, falling to the floor, as did hers.

She was beautiful. Firm round breasts, perfectly flat stomach. I traced a line down her stomach until I reached her skirt. Undoing the button, I leaned towards her, kissing her warm, lips, tasting her. Feeling more excited, I bit her bottom lip...just gently, playfully. I unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the floor then removed her panties as she took off her bra. I helped take off my clothes then I knelt on the floor at the end of the bed.

She lay back on the bed and I knelt between her legs, tracing circles all over her tummy, making her squirm. I reached up and squeezed her nipples gently with one hand while exploring her body with the other........

She leaned up, onto her elbow and held the back of my head with the other hand, guiding me down between her legs. Following her lead, I moved my mouth downwards and ran my tongue along her lips. She arched her back as I slid my tongue in between her lips and found her clitoris. I gently licked round it in circles, feeling it swell and harden under my tongue. She was writhing and moaning softly as I worked her clitoris harder and harder, nibbling and squeezing it between my teeth. Her moaning became harder as I tasted her sweet juices. She was writhing and wriggling and begging me not to stop. Just then, she cried out and her back arched and her pussy filled with juices. Knowing she would be extra sensitive, I kept working her clit, in spite of her protests that it was too sensitive. The taste was just too good.