I was on an enormous high as we kissed again. This time it was a real licking and sucking kiss. Both of us sucked on the other's upper and lower lips and their tongue as we licked all round and in the other's mouth It was wonderful, but then I have always preferred kissing a woman to a man.
Seeing my acquiescence and clear acceptance of her advance, as I guessed most Danish females would, she gained the confidence to more overtly caress my breasts and roll my nipples between her fingers and thumbs. My shirt and bra came off and I sat with her just in my trousers. My emotions welled up and I realised that momentarily I would be naked before her and that after that we would make love. It was almost as if I climaxed and just stayed there. Time ceased to have a meaning. My pulse raced and my heart beat so fast. It seemed wonderfully decadent yet at the same time so natural. So wanton but simultaneously so beautiful.
"Let's go upstairs," she whispered taking me by the hand as she added. "Let me take you to bed Michaela."
The simple, yet hugely erotic statement said so much and the words crashed into my brain as the enormity of what I was to embark upon finally hit me. She saw that and took me in her arms again whispering reassuring phrases and gently urging me towards the door as she said.
"Michaela I want you so much, I desire you utterly, I have lusted after you for ages. Let me make love to you as you have never been before." Her hands, as she was saying these things, were so gently and lovingly touching and stroking me with a tenderness I had rarely experienced that all of my reluctance and resistance simply vanished and I knew I was now putty in her hands!
Laid flat on her bed I watched as she reached behind her back and undid the zipper on her dark blue clinging dress that emphasised her slimness and showed that she had little unnecessary weight anywhere. The thin dress seemed simply to flutter away from her to fall in a bundle around her feet so that she stood before me clad just in her bra and panties both of which were, black, silky and very skimpy. As she moved towards me she shed her bra and I saw her small, very heavily nippled breasts that seemed like magnets to me. At that point in time there was nothing in the world that I wanted more than those two small orbs. Nothing that could match the pleasure that I knew I could gain from them. Nothing that would excite me as much as feeling them, caressing them, touching them and kissing them. I wanted to have sex with her so badly it almost made me cum thinking about it.
We moulded our bodies together as we fell into each other's arms and we were touching from lips to toes.
We kissed and delved into each other's throats with our tongues. We pressed our breasts together, me feeling so wonderfully female as my larger, fuller boobs engulfed hers. Our bellies were squashed together and our pubic mounds merged into one, the hairy lumps rubbing on each other. Her hands aroused every part of my body as they travelled from my face and hair, down my back and up my front. As they touched and stroked my breasts, flittered across my tummy, ran up and down my spine and squeezed the cheeks of my bottom through my thin trousers. I squirmed with excitement and pleasure as my nipples were squeezed, then rolled in her fingers and then, eventually, were licked, nibbled and sucked. I clung to her as her teeth, lips, gums and tongue did things to them that surpassed anything they had felt in the past, or so it seemed at the time.
Then her hand edged enquiringly down me, moving from my breasts to my chest, onto my tummy and further onto my lower abdomen until it touched the join of my legs and cupped my sex in her hands. Squeezing me through the denim she applied the wanted and so wonderful pressure to my clitoris. That erupted with pleasure sending feelings of such intensity through me that I started to cum immediately. She instantly recognised this and, continuing the little circular movements of her fingers right on that magic spot, she cuddled me tightly to her with her other arm so that our breasts were again pressed together the nipples merged into one mass of pink, rubbery sensations.
I shuddered to a rapid and very, very heavy climax in which my breath came in deep pants and I again began to cry at the sheer intensity of the feelings I was experiencing. Through every shudder and spasm Girchen was with me thinking nothing of taking and being intent on just one thing, making this the most wonderful experience she could for me. It was so different to be totally the centre of attention with my pleasure being the only agenda item. Different due to the lack of the urgency that precedes a man's ejaculation. Different due to the gentleness, her knowing ways, her softness and sweet smell and the lack of body hair. The feelings I gained were similar to those with a man, but so different in many ways.
Momentarily sated I collapsed in her arms. Sobbing and heaving partly at realising the boundary I had just crossed, partly from the guilt and partly from my emotional state due to having parted from my husband just hours before. The tears, though, were caused by other things. There were thoughts of my future alone and me wondering whether sex with other women was my future, but mainly from the sheer degree of sexual pleasure that I had just gained.
We lay there for some time Girchen softly stroking my hair, lightly touching my breasts and planting small kisses on my cheeks. With me still in my jeans and her in her black panties there was a mood of gentleness combined with expectancy of what was still to come. I had never experienced anything like this for normally men seem to want to get away from the woman almost as soon as he has climaxed. But with Girchen that seemed the furthest thing from her mind.
We chatted with her explaining that she had been attracted to women for many years and that now she considered herself to be completely bi-sexual for she still enjoyed a very active sex life with her husband. She said she was never unfaithful to him with other men but was with women although she felt that was 'different.'
I told her about my modest episodes with other women and that she was the first I had been alone with.
"Lucky me then darling" she whispered kissing me. "For quite frankly Michy you have been wonderful so far and I am positive that you will be an exquisite fuck."
She told me, what I probably knew already that many women that she knew had done things like I had that and that in her opinion most would given the opportunity go one on one at some time. Obviously I took the chance to question her on whether the feelings I had gained with the others, to an extent, and with her, massively, meant that I was becoming lesbian or that I would in the future be likely to become more and more attracted to women. She explained that it doesn't work like that. Her feelings and those of other bi-sexual girls she knew were sort of compartmentalised and that when with men they were totally straight but then, again, when with women they were quite the opposite.
As we were talking we were touching and cuddling and she was occasionally kissing me and gently licking my face and eyes and lips and neck. Stroking my hair and so softly touching my breasts and tummy I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I quite rapidly reached the conclusion that there could be nothing at all wrong with something as beautiful as this and I began to become a more active participant.
I returned her caresses by running my fingertips across her face and lips and by running my hands through her dark hair. I trickled them down her neck and across her chest. Plucking up my courage I trailed them across her small breasts and very dark nipples that, as I became more aroused, seemed to take on an almost magnetic attraction. To me they assumed enormous proportions and I felt myself thinking how much I would like to take them into my mouth and suck on them like a baby.
As Girchen saw my responses so she also became more active and the mood between us changed to one of increased intensity and passion. We were now both kissing each other on the mouth and our hands were moving across the other's breasts with more urgency cupping and kneading the soft, pliant and, to me, such, exciting flesh . Girchen ever so gently rolled me onto my back and laid on her side her hand fully embracing my boob her finger and thumb rolling the nipple between them and pulling on it. Kissing deeply I felt her hand moving. It came away from the nipple and stroked the underflesh of my right breast, it moved further down onto the bottom of my ribcage and kept going until she slid her fingers slightly inside the waistband of my jeans until I could feel her nails on the skin of my belly. She stayed like that for a while her fingers gently rubbing me inside the material gradually pushing them further down until I felt them on the elastic at the waist of my panties. I showed no resistance at all to that very overt gesture.
So, presumably encouraged, she pushed herself up a little and, looking deep into my eyes, she brought both of her hands to my waist. Smiling, she murmured.
