She grabbed my hand, and encouraged me to stand. We walked to the bedroom, and stood next to the bed. “If you don’t mind,” she said, “I would like to lead.”
I simply shook my head, and said “Go ahead.”
She then said, “One small piece of advise, and then we fly together. Be with me, like you like being with your hubby. I mean, do what comes natural. What turns you on, will no doubt turn me on. It’s not that hard to love someone physically.”
We then began kissing, and as we did, I could feel Shelly begin to undress me. Her movements were skilled, and I began to reciprocate her actions. Soon, we stood together with only our underwear on. Shelly removed my bra, and placed a hand on my breast. Her gentle touching was erotic, and I could feel excitement building. Small currents seemed to surge through me. She placed her mouth on my nipple and began to suck. I got shivers down my back, and now felt anxious to return the gesture. She stood up, and before I had the chance, she removed her bra, and took my hand in hers. She placed on her breast and allowed me to gently roll her nipple. I loved when my husband did this, so I thought she would too. And she did. I wanted to suck on her nipple and moved forward to do so. The feel of her nipple in my mouth was incredible. I could feel it harden, and knew I was pleasing her.
With any new lover, we all have some doubts, and inhibitions, but as the time passed, I could feel them ease. Shelly made me feel special, and she knew how to take her time.
We kissed for quite some time, and in between, sucked and licked each others breasts. Simple kissing and touching was so erotic for me, and now with Shelly the feeling was more intense somehow. I loved the feel of her smooth skin under my touch and tongue. The emotions and sexual energy I was feeling were so new, yet old and comfortable at the same time.
Shelly then moved on top of me, and her kissing started to intensify. Her hand massaged my breast and pulled on my nipple. The small surge of pain made me shiver. I wanted her to touch me all over. I couldn’t move. I lay there almost frozen. I felt like my breathing had stopped, and yet I could hear myself start to breath faster. I wanted her to melt into me. The feeling of loving someone so much overwhelmed me.
I moved my tongue in and out of her warm mouth with more speed and depth. I knew she wanted to lead, but I wanted to touch her. I reached for her panties and started pulling them off. She instinctively raised her hips, and helped me. I knew what I wanted from her, and this led me to my actions. I reached down between her legs and started to feel her wetness. I was thrilled that I had made her this wet. I moved my hand up and down her slit, and heard her begin to moan. She then helped me out of my panties, and began rubbing my wetness as well.
Shelly moved her wet hand to her mouth and began sucking my wetness from her fingers. This was such an incredible act, and I followed her lead. Her wetness was brought to my lips, and I could smell her on my hands. Placing my fingers to my mouth, this was the first time I had tasted another woman. I found it no different than my own taste or smell. I wasn’t sure what to expect. The sweet salty taste was wonderful. I knew I wanted to taste more. I moved between her legs, and began licking her. My attempts must have seemed fast to Shelly because she told me to slow down and enjoy it more.
She was shaven, and her skin glistened where the wetness had collected. Her clit protruded between her lips, and I gently placed my tongue on it. Licking it slowly, I traced it in small circles. I placed my finger slightly in her, and withdrew more wetness. It was as if I needed reassurance that I was pleasing her. I took her whole clit in my mouth and sucked on it. I could feel it harden like her nipples did, and I loved having this kind of control. The power to love, the power to pleasure someone of the same sex. My tongue traced her slit from her clit to her opening, and I was able to taste more of her juices. I wanted to fill my mouth with them. I wanted to be nourished by them. My tongue pushed into her, and I could feel Shelly’s hips move into me. The feel of her pussy walls beneath my tongue were so slippery and wet. Her opening was so pink. The color, the feel, the scent, all of it intoxicating to me. All so new, yet all so familiar. I wanted to know every inch of her.
I moved back to her clit, and again flicked my tongue across it as if it were the wings of a butterfly. My fingers moved in and out, pumping in her at a steady pace. I listened for her moans to guide me, and they did. I could hear her breathing increase, and every now and again, she held it. I licked and sucked on her wetness till I could hear her tell me she was ready to climax. I wanted to feel it, so I moved my tongue from her clit, to her opening, and pushed it in. I could feel a rush of fluid push out at me, and with her bucking hips, and loud moans, I knew I had given this truly wonderful person a gift. After she climaxed, I continued to lick her, to taste and enjoy the outcome. I enjoyed the lingering scent and taste of her as I moved to lay in her arms. I wanted her to make love to me back, but for now I was content just to have her hold me. I had succeeded in pleasuring another woman. I felt such an incredible bond with her. Sharing a sexual bond with someone on any level, is special, but with Shelly the connection was somehow different. Maybe because I never felt the need to be someone I wasn’t or to admit that I needed to learn along the way.
Shelly is a great lover and we still continue our relationship today. Years have passed since our first lovemaking session, and my husband now knows about it, and has had on occasion an opportunity to join us. I cherish the time I spend alone with each of my lovers, and am truly grateful Shelly was there with me when I took the first step. Loving someone is a gift, but when it is returned, one should feel truly blessed.
