"I held Brenda's hands and said, 'I promise you that when you leave here, you'll leave as a woman sure of her own beauty and sexiness.' I told her to trust me and to remove her dull bra and pants. She did hesitate but I suppose she trusted me also and did what I told her. I picked up her underwear and dropped them into the wastepaper basket. Then I stepped back to look at her. I was actually admiring her. 'Brenda, you have a fantastic figure,' I said. I told her she shouldn't hide it under plain clothes that did nothing for her. Then I told her that I was going to dress her to show her what she should look like every day.
"I went to my undies drawer and selected a matching mint green silk thong and bra, black lace suspender belt and sheer black stockings. I instructed her to sit on the edge of the bed and let me do all the fitting. Now Brenda was perhaps just half a size larger than me but the way she carried herself made her seem two sizes larger. So I knew the clothes would fit her alright. I slipped a stocking over her foot and started to roll it up her leg to her thigh, smoothing it as I went and pulling it up tight. She kept trying to close her thighs and I knew her muscles were reacting to my touch. I did the same with the other stocking. I slipped the thong over her ankles and asked her to stand up. Then, with deliberate slowness, I eased the thong up her legs and thighs and over her mound. I also made sure it was pulled tight at the back between her cheeks. Now, as you can imagine, my hands were busy stretching her skin, pulling the elastic and smoothing the material....."
"You were fondling her in other words," suggested Sharmila.
"Well, we all know how to do that, don't we, girls?" added Trish. She was gently stroking Sharmila's bottom, now and then sliding a long finger along the crack and over her anus.
"Brenda whispered, 'I've never worn a thong before. And the last time I wore stockings was at my wedding twenty-two years ago.' When I looked at her thong from the front I realised that she had too much pubic hair which was spoiling the effect. 'Brenda,' I said, 'I'm going to have to give you a trim down here. Would that be OK with you?' She just nodded and asked me how I was going to do it. I explained that I was going to use scissors first and then a shaving razor and cream. I told her that I always kept mine trimmed and, to demonstrate the result, I lowered my thong and showed her my Brazilian. Although she reddened a bit I thought she also looked impressed. I got my materials and placed a towel under her backside on the edge of the bed. I removed her thong and she lay back as I parted her legs. Instantly she brought her hands down to cover her sex. I told her again to trust me and to put her hands over her boobs. Then I started cutting the hair as close to the skin as possible and, of course, I was studying her slit at close quarters."
"Was it wet?" asked Melanie. There was a tremulous tone in her voice because her fingers had just found dampness on Jenny's thigh, near the opening to her sex.
"Not wet, no. Not at first. After I'd finished with the scissors I got the shaving gel and lathered it on with two fingers. I took my time too but explained to her that it had to be applied properly or it would hurt. I could feel the ridge of her clitoral hood becoming more pronounced as I rubbed across it and I saw her thigh muscles tighten when I did this. When I started shaving her with the razor I told her to relax but lie very still. I had to stretch the skin so I wouldn't nick it and this gave me a good opportunity to see her clitoris and to open her up a bit. And that was when I saw that she had become moist. I used my thumb to pull back her clitoral hood while I shaved the hair on each side of it. She was very quiet while I was finishing off and held her breasts tightly together. When I'd finished with the razor I told her I was going to put a moisturizing cream over the skin to cool it down. She just mumbled 'OK' and I said that she had a beautiful vagina that would be the envy of many women. I put some moisturiser on my fingers and worked it over the shaved skin. As I smoothed it on the clitoris I studied her reaction. I saw her thigh muscles tighten and I noticed her squeezing her breasts. Several times I accidentally-on-purpose touched her slit and said, 'Oops, sorry'. Her slit had begun to open slightly and I could see the dampness. Finally I said that I was finished and she could have a look. She actually gasped when she saw that I'd shaved her hair totally. I looked her in the eyes and whispered, 'You look damn sexy.' I slipped the thong back up her legs and over her mound and in between her cheeks. I added the suspender belt and fastened it to the stockings and then we put the bra on her. Her nipples had hardened a bit and were poking through the mint-coloured silk. I had a quick look in the wardrobe and handed her a sleeveless, short black dress. She slipped it over her head and down her body and I zipped her up. When she was finished I stood and admired her and whispered, 'You are gorgeous, Brenda.' And she was."
Karen's legs were wide apart, splayed over the legs of both Jenny and Sharmila. Jenny had been the first to take advantage and was softly tracing her index finger along the length of the wet slit. Sharmila, on the other hand, had just begun to tease the hardened ridge.
"I put my top and skirt back on and we came back to the settee and started on the wine. She talked about her marriage and the reasons why it disintegrated. She was told by the doctor that she couldn't have children and I think that was the main reason. She also said she and her husband didn't make love after the first 8 years or so. She had a few one-night stands but found them unrewarding. Eventually she admitted to owning a few sex toys. I waited until she'd had a few more glasses of wine before I asked her if she'd ever been with a woman. She looked into my eyes for a long time before giggling, 'I think you're flirting with me.' I just said, 'And if I was?' But she didn't reply.
Trish had also discovered the lubrication from Sharmila's vagina. Her wet finger was now spreading the juices along the crack of her bottom.
"We were both very tipsy when I asked her how the thong felt. She said she could feel the material wedged between her cheeks and every time she moved she could feel the material rubbing against her. 'Is it making you wet?' I asked her. She nodded so I said, 'Well, that makes two of us.'
"I had an idea so I asked her when was the last time she had a slow dance. She laughed and said about a lifetime ago. I quickly got up and put on a compilation CD of slow romantic music. I stood in front of her and held out my hand and said, 'I'd love to dance with you, Brenda.' When she looked into my eyes again it felt as if she was coming to an important decision. She took my hand and we held each other close and started to move in time with the music. My hands went round to her back and I gently pulled her in and she didn't resist. I was very conscious of her breasts against my own; I could even feel her heart beating. I also felt her thighs pressed up against mine and I could feel the material of the nylons against my bare legs. I was very wet and I really wanted this woman. We didn't speak at all when we were dancing but in between song tracks I whispered, 'You're a lovely dancer, Brenda.'
"Again she looked into my eyes silently and then down at my mouth. I thought if I didn't kiss her then I never would. It was gentle at first then she inserted her tongue into my mouth and let loose all her pent-up passion. The dam burst, as you might say. She held me behind my head and her leg came up high between my legs, pushing hard against my sex. Her other hand was squeezing my breast. I had to tell her to slow down before I exploded. Then she suddenly seemed to snap out of it and realise what she'd done and she was begging my forgiveness. She slumped down on the settee where I joined her. I took hold of both her hands and said, 'I don't want to forgive you because I loved it and I want to do it again. But only if you do.' She nodded so I leaned in and kissed her. My hand touched her knee and she flinched a bit and I continued moving my hand up her stockings to the bare skin at the top. She was moaning now and followed my example except she didn't stop. Her fingers had found the soaked thong and she began rubbing the material over my clit. I knew I was going to come before very long. So I let my fingers stray over her thong too. I couldn't believe how sodden she'd become. I hooked a finger under the gusset and found her open slit. I eased my finger inside her, as far as I could go. Instantly she shuddered and tried to pull my hand out but it was too late. Her legs slammed shut and she half stood up as her orgasm shook her. I could feel the muscles in her vagina throbbing against my finger. When she relaxed a bit I removed my finger and we both stared at it. Her juices were dripping off it."
A chain reaction had been set off between the women now. Melanie had followed the dampness on Jenny's thigh up to its source and was now carefully probing the wet opening with the point of her finger. Jenny and Sharmila had been alternating their fingers inside Karen whose legs were just starting to move in tune with the exploratory fingers. Trish had eased her middle finger fully inside Sharmila and seemed happy to leave it there for the moment.
"I took Brenda by the hand and led her back into the bedroom. By the foot of the bed we kissed some more and felt each other over our clothes. Her nipples had become really hard and prominent. I pulled her dress off and she loosened my skirt and slipped the top over my head. I pushed her gently back on the bed and positioned myself between her legs. She didn't know what I was going to do and tried to wriggle free. But I buried my face in her silk-covered sex and brought her to the point of no return with my tongue. My face was coated with her juices. I eased her thong to one side and found the large pink bud of her clitoris. As soon as I put my lips around the clit and sucked it in her thighs gripped my head very tightly. She cried out and began bucking wildly as I continued to kiss and suck and lick her. Then her hands dug into the back of my head as she literally squirted her orgasm over my face. She didn't stop shaking for a long time and I was then able to rub the cum off my face onto her stockings.
"We lay kissing under the duvet for a while, entwined in each other's arms and legs. Although we had removed our bras we still kept our thongs on. Brenda had also taken off her suspender belt but not her stockings. She said sex had never been anywhere near as good as that for her before. I told her about my initiation into lesbian loving and she genuinely seemed intrigued. After a while she asked me if she could make love to my vagina. Well, I thought she'd never ask.
"We threw off the duvet and she moved down the bed. She started by kissing my legs and leaving a wet trail all the way up my thighs. Then she used the back of her fingers to feel my thong. 'You are drenched down here,' she whispered. Next she slipped my thong down my legs. She held it in her hands and examined the gusset and put it up to her nose. I watched as she breathed in the scent. The tip of her nose became slick with juice. She moved back to my slit and used her fingers to pull the sides of my sex apart to study it in all its wet glory. She teased my clitoris with her fingers and then slipped a couple of fingers deep inside me. I arched my back because I was very close to eruption. Then her tongue just flicked at my clit. My poor bud was seriously throbbing at this point. She flicked a few more times while her fingers were pumping away. Then, suddenly, she had my clit between her lips and she was lashing her tongue back and forwards across it. Her pumping had become faster and deeper. In less that half a minute I came in convulsions but Brenda didn't stop. She just kept up the pace although the liquid must have been flowing out of me. I knew I was building up for a second, even more explosive, orgasm. When I came I clenched my thighs around her head. I suppose that was the only thing that stopped her from persisting in my exquisite torture. The excitement continued to ripple through me for a long time after.
