The Lesbian Adventure
I am a married woman of 36. Two kids and a husband. I am 5'4" weigh 135 pounds, 36 C 24 35. My legs are not as long as I would like but they have a nice shape. Green eyes and my hair is to my shoulders, right now I have it colored red. I am not an over sexed woman; we have sex about three times a week. However, it is more vanilla, the kiss and play with my tits, few licks between my legs then two to three minutes of intercourse. Then roll over and sleep. Not much excitement for me. I am just as much at fault because I did not tell him I needed more. I never masturbate because, I do not really know how, I was raised in a strict home. My mother never had "the talk" with me. I believed that a good girl did not do such things. I am or was a good girl. Let me explain.
About eight years ago I worked part time at a down town building. I worked for the management as a tenant coordinator. I would take care of the tenants building problems, housekeeping, maintenance issues, coordinating the use of the conference center, things like that. I would walk the building and check on the upkeep. I also assist with the coordination of the security services company. One afternoon I was in the building employee cafeteria. The night before my husband just pushed me away when I wanted sex. He said he just did not want it. That was the fifth time that week he did not want sex. We had not had any for almost two weeks. I was having a cup of tea when one of the female security staff asked if she could join me. Her name is Bev, she is about three years older. She has black hair, in her baggie, uniform you do not see the curves of her body, or the swell of her breast.
I said of course. She removed her jacket and sat down. We chatted about nothing just girl talk. I looked at one of the young hunks that works on the tenth floor. He was about 23 has a nice butt. When he passed, I looked at the way he walked away. Bev turned and looked when I said his butt is nice. She looked then turned back; she did not say much. We started talking again when she asked what my problem was. I don't know why, I told her that my husband has not touched me in two weeks. She said that is what dildos are for. I looked at her, she smiled asked if I ever used one. I blushed, I told her that I do not have one and if I did, I don't think I know how to use it anyway. Bev smiled she asked if I just use my finger. I shook my head I said I don't, I never did that. She asked never. I said never, I was raised that a good girl did not do that. Bev reached out her hand and put it on mine she said, "poor baby." Her hand felt warm and when she rubbed her fingertips lightly over the back of my hand, it felt nice. The gentle touch of someone, anyone, was what I wanted just then.
We finished our drinks; she stood up first then helped me up. As we walked out of the room to the elevator, she "accidentally" bumped my hips two or three times. When the elevator opened, we got in, she moved close her hand touched mine. I worked on the 15th floor, Bev road up with me. We did not talk as others got on and off. Around the 9th floor Bev reached over, she took my hand, I felt her warmth, I also felt a warmth that at that time I did not understand. She held my hand until the door opened on my floor. She squeezed my hand just before I moved to get off, Bev said that she will see me soon.
I kept that funny feeling that I got when she held my hand, the rest of the day. I worked till after six that day. As I was getting ready to leave the office Bev walked in. I locked the door she walked with me to the elevator. We got on the elevator she took my hand again. She pushed P3 level that was my parking area. As the elevator moved, she stepped closer our hips touched. She knew that the car would not stop because the building closed at 5:30. She leaned closer to my ear just as the car stopped, she kissed my cheek. I looked up, she smiled saying that I looked like I needed that. I looked down as I blushed. She walked me to my car still holding my hand. I unlocked and opened the door, as I turned to sit down into the car, Bev kissed my mouth.
I sat down swung my legs in, I took the wheel in both hands. Bev leaned in and kissed me again. I felt heat in between my legs as my nipples hardened, they pushed on the cup of my bra. Bev said she will see me tomorrow as she closed the door. She watched as I started the car and drove off. I drove slow looking at her in the rear-view mirror. She waved as I made the turn to go up the ramp and out.
My drive home took me longer than normal because of construction. As I drove, I replayed Bev's kisses, I had to open my thighs, I was warm, I did not understand it. I felt a tingle in my crotch a warm feeling on my lips and cheek, the two places Bev kissed me. When I got home, I went to change out of my work clothes, I thought about Bev's kiss. I took off my dress, I saw the outline of my nipples under my bra in the mirror. I looked down, I was so aroused by Bev, I had to change my panties. I put on a loose blouse and skirt. All thru dinner, and my house work, I felt warm, I was glad I had a skirt on.
I went to bed early I put on my silky pajamas. As I sat looking at my book not reading, I thought of Bev, I kept sliding my legs together. I was so worked up when my husband came to bed, I sat up unbuttoned my top and exposed my titties to him. He kissed me as he felt me up some, then he pulled my bottoms down. I took them off. He jumped on me and was finished in two minutes. As He rolled over, I pulled my bottoms back on and left my top open. As he slept, I thought of Bev, my hand moved to my nipple and I pinched it. I felt electricity thru my fingers, thru my breast, down to my womanhood. I put my hand between my legs.
I rubbed the wet spot. "I sat in the dark for ten minutes I was so antsy that I had needs. I got out of bed went in to the living room grabbed my jacket and keys. Ten minutes later I standing in the hall as the door opens, I walk in and the door closes behind me. I slide the jacket off my shoulders and down my back as it falls to the floor, I am standing with my pajama top open wide and my nipples hard. I gaze into the eyes and say in a low voice. Teach me. I am taken by the hand over to the couch and pushed down. We kiss I feel the hand on my breast then one on my pajama bottom. Then I am pulled down to lay on my lover belly".