One of my closest friends had invited me to hers for a few glasses of wine and a general catch up on all things good, bad and delightfully naughty! Our conversations constantly slipped into depravity which always led to me being extremely aroused throughout the evening and I'd end up masturbating like crazy when I finally returned home.
Many times during our meets at her cottage led to us indulging in a little naughtiness. It was never planned, or in anyway a given that something would happen, but that's what's so cool about our friendship. It's easy. There's no hang-ups, no responsibilities, no strings attached - just two women enjoying each others' company when the mood takes us. I generally follow her lead though, as I'm up for it ALL the time, no matter what mood I'm in, so if she wants to play... we play!
I guess I should describe the two of us. Rhea is about 5ft 7 and has long dark hair which has a plum red colour that catches in the light. She has piercing blue eyes that captivate you when she says something suggestive, to which she then gives you this tempting gaze, and to me, that look is dangerous because I just crumble within. She is naturally dominant which appeals to me greatly, and is seductive, assertive and sensual. She has luscious curves that I can't keep my hands off. Her breasts are bountiful, a 38E, and her skin is so unblemished, soft, and supple.
And me, well I'm a lot more curvaceous than Rhea. My boobs are 40G, my belly is larger and my hips and bum are noticeably wider and rounder than hers. I'm about 5ft 3, have shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes. I have a submissive streak in me which gets seen to at times by Rhea, and like her, I am extremely sensual.
The one thing that brought us together was our sexuality and kink. While our conversations swing from music, to films, to past relationships with men and women, the underlying subject is mostly sex... kinky sex, normal sex, lesbian sex, fetishes, straight sex, bizarre sex... you name it, we've probably discussed it at some point, and added our own individual experiences into the mix as well as our own fantasies that we both have.
Rhea's hedonistic approach to all matters relating to sex have given her a delightful array of glorious sexual experiences, where as I'm fairly reserved and introverted, yet when I get to know someone the filth just spills out!
Anyways, I've digressed greatly...
Tonight was no different to any other night I've spent at Rhea's. We drank, ate, talked and laughed, and verbally flirted with one another. We began to talk about a mummy/daddy role playing scenario, and whilst I've never indulged in it in reality I've often masturbated to the thought of it. She, on the other hand has played the mummy scenario out, and I could feel myself getting turned on by the tone of her voice and what she was saying as our conversation went on and on.
I sat there for what seemed like hours stewing in my own juices, my mind reeling of 'mummy'. We were sat on separate sofas, and so far there was no inkling that anything naughty would be taking place, and looking at the time, which was about 2:45am, I doubted that anything would happen... but that sometimes was half the fun, the not knowing if I would be allowed to play with her!
At 3am, I fumbled around on the floor for my keys that had fallen off the sofa at some point during the evening, and then I stood up to leave. Rhea got up too, and like always, we cuddled and kissed to finish the evening off. When we kiss I always feel like a million tiny explosions are igniting themselves in the pit of my stomach. The same happens when my hands and fingers come into contact with her.
I hugged her, and held her tight, my nose just up against her neck. Her head was leaning against mine, and her hands were in my hair – just another one of her 'things' that makes me 'want' and 'need'. We stood there for a while like that with a sexual intensity brewing between us.
I snuggled in closer, and kissed her neck lightly. She didn't pull me away so I continued, not knowing how far she'd let me go. I wondered if she'd send me on my way after only a few kisses or whether she'd let me go a little, or a lot further!
My heart was already pounding and I could feel a hunger coming to the surface. I wanted more, more of this nuzzling into her, more of this, intimacy.
Her hand tightened in my hair causing my legs to weaken. I kissed her with added vigour as she directed my head lower and I licked and kissed just above the line of her top as it sloped downwards towards her abundant mass of breast.
I was still unsure how far she'd let me go, but I took my chance and slipped my tongue just underneath the edge of her top. I was ravenous for those yielding spheres. The torture of being that close to them was too much to bear and I dithered clumsily, attempting to peel back her top, still thinking that at any moment now she'd pull me back up by my hair and end this luscious moment.
Surprisingly, her hand came away from my head, and I pulled back slightly, waiting for a sign to either stop or continue. I was still close enough for the tip of my nose to feel her warm skin rising and falling with her breaths. Her fingers came to the side of my face and I felt her top being lowered. Within seconds her right breast toppled over both her bra and top and immediately fell near my mouth. As it did that her hand went instantly to my hair and she tugged me into her mammoth tit.
At once I kissed and licked it, held it in my hand, pushed it up so it bulged against my mouth. I found the nipple, flicked it repeatedly and sucked on it ravishingly. I head her moan, and then I heard the words that turned my legs to jelly.
"You're mummy's good girl, aren't you?"
I let out an audible groan and mumbled a 'yes' and carried on with my rapacious assault on her breast.
