You are so lost in the moment and the feelings, time passes without notice as the two of you stand in her living room, kissing, touching, holding each other, the passion continuing to build. Slowly, she pulls away and smiling, takes your hand, leading you down the hallway to the master bedroom. Once in the room dominated by the large king-sized bed, she turns and embraces you for another kiss. You feel so good...and you are so glad she is willing to lead. But again she backs away, motioning for you to sit on the bed, and says, "After the drinks and before we go much further, I need to go in there", nodding towards the bathroom. She squeezes your hand and slips into the darkness, closing the door behind her. You sit realizing you are not feeling as anxious, but still....unsure...uncertain...this is all so new...so different. Where exactly is this going? What will we do? Will I be able to do things to her that she wants...that she may do to me? What if....
Before you can torture yourself any further, the bathroom door opens and she moves towards you. No longer wearing the blouse and jeans she had on earlier, she is now wearing a long, fluffy white robe. She looks cute, beautiful, sexy as she stops right in front of you. With a persistent gentleness, she presses your thighs open with her legs until she is positioned between them. You must look up to gaze into her face and when you do, she bends to deeply kiss you.
As your kiss ends, and with deliberate slowness, she sinks to her knees between your thighs. She reaches up and begins to work the buttons of your blouse open, bending to touch your newly uncovered skin with just the tip of her tongue. You both giggle as she has to wrestle the blouse from the waist band of your jeans, but finally it is free. Sliding your blouse off your shoulders and down your arms, she begins to plant soft, passionate kisses on your skin....covering your neck and each shoulder...painting your exposed chest with her feminine tongue....until you feel her hand grazing the underside of your breast. Her touch is soft, gentle, knowing.
She finds the clasp fastening your bra and the sudden lessening of the tension binding your breasts lets you know she had no trouble with it. As with the blouse, she quickly removes your bra and then takes a moment to admire your round globes. She begins to stroke the slope of one breast, her fingers titillating your cleavage, while her other hand loosens the belt holding her robe close. Successfully opening her robe, she takes one of your hands and brings it up, laying it on her breast. Her skin is soft and very warm to your touch. Tentatively, you again begin to mirror your movement to hers. As she tenderly squeezes your breasts, you find yourself softly molding her breasts...feeling her hardening nipple rub against your palm. While your breasts are more rounded with smaller, light colored nipples, her breasts are tear-drop shape with large nipples and dark areolas. You delicately lift her breasts, supporting it in your hand, somewhat amazed at it's weight.
Your thumb comes to rest on her erect nipple and with a childlike curiosity, your begin playing with the reddened nub. Swirling your digit around the nipple causes a moan to escape from her lips. Her head falls back as your thumb is joined by a finger and you tweak her nipple, rolling the sensitive skin between them. You can feel the heat coming from her body, now only protected by her open robe. She shutters under your touch, suddenly pulling back from you. A moment of uncertainty on your part is replaced by your own moan as she leans forward to kiss and suck your nipple into her hot wet mouth. She seems to know how to tease your hard nipple...kissing softly...tonguing it to a wet sheen, sucking delightfully but not too rough...then beginning over....sending waves of pleasure through you. She seems to take great satisfaction in teasing you, spending much time, first taking and giving her pleasure to one and the other breast. You feel so good and every time you move the slightest, you are aware of the wetness saturating your panties.
She also seemed to know when to linger and when to move on to something new. With your breasts swollen from her skillful playing, and wet from her oral adoration, she stops and stands up, still between your thighs. She drops her robe to the floor, her naked breasts inches now from your face. You glance up into her eyes and she smiles, nods and gently guides your mouth to one of her breasts. You kiss the soft smooth skin and it feels nice against your lips. Slowly you work your way down to her nipple. Cautiously, you kiss her nipple and again she moans, more loudly than before. Her hand strokes the back of your head, and presses you forward. You open your mouth and she feeds you her nipple. You remember what she did to you and what you enjoy your husband doing, and kiss, suckle and lick her large nipple. Suddenly you realize you are again lost in what you are doing. You are not thinking about how to suck this other woman's breast, but rather, nature has stepped in and you know how to bring her the pleasure she seeks. First one breast, then the other. Then back to the first. You suckle her nipples, feeling them harden even more. It seems her breasts are swollen, the skin tight and smooth, yet still feminine and soft. Her moans are deep and passionate. Your hands have worked their way around her hips and you are playing with the globes of her ass and the back of her thighs. She still feels so different...smooth...womanly.
Without much thought, your hand slides around and reaches for the area where you would have normally grasped a hard cock. But instead, your hand slides between her thighs and discovers her wetness. You hesitate...that fear and anxiety raising it's head for a brief moment. Oh so tentatively, your fingers begin to touch her....to feel her course hair covering her mound...to feel the dampness coating the inside of her thighs...and the heat radiating from this precious junction. As you touch her, she responds by moaning and grasping your shoulders for support. She bends her knees slightly, parting her thighs, which in turn allows you access to her moist slit. You are amazed at how wet she is as one of your fingers slips between her intimate lips, instantly being immersed in her hot juices. Her hips begin rocking forward and back, side to side, forcing your finger to open her up further. Slowing her movements, she arches her back in such a way that your finger is position directly on her clit.
With half opened, lust-filled eyes, she looks down at you and pleads, "Don't tease me, please. You know what to do. Please.....oh...." Her sentence is cut short as you press on her clit, making small circles around and around the little nub. You are not convinced that you do know what to do, but you are doing something right from her reactions. You are afraid of pressing too hard...being too rough on her sensitive clit, but she is actually controlling the pressure, grinding her wetness against your finger and hand. Her hips are moving constantly now, undulating inches from your face. You can feel the heat...the wetness...and now the scent...the scent of another woman climbing her way to orgasm. It is still all so new...so different...so exciting. On an impulse, you bring your other hand up between her thighs and using your fingertips, you find her opening. Her movement slows and she spreads her legs further as you gently push upwards, feeling you finger sink into her until she is almost sitting on your palm.
"Ohhhh...." she whimpers, as her hips resume their dance on your fingers. Now both of your hands are busy, one stroking her clit; the other moving one, then two fingers in and out of her womanhood. Her movements are becoming more purposeful...more driven...as she bounces up and down on the fingers of one hand while never allowing her clit to lose contact with the fingers of your other hand. You watch in amazement as her skin becomes flush...her fingers gripping your shoulders as if for dear life....her breasts swollen and bouncing on her chest.
