I'm a 33-year-old happily married woman, mother of four, who has always been very very bi-curious. I remember when I was a teen trying on clothes in my room with a friend or two and sometimes I would admire them. Of course, I felt it wasn't right and suppressed those feelings.
I got married pretty young (21), and eventually shared my feelings and fantasies with my husband, who got VERY turned on hearing me speak about it. Unfortunately, Costa Rica is a very small, conservative country, where everyone pretty much knows everyone. This ruled out almost every chance of experimentation. Although I travel abroad once or twice a year, I really wouldn't know where or how to start looking to quench my desires.
Luckily, fate intervened a few weeks ago and I am dying to share it with someone, so here it goes.
My family and I went to enjoy a long weekend at the beach and as soon as we pulled into the house, I got a call saying I was wanted for a shoot. Trust me, I'm not a super model by any stretch of the imagination, but I do occasional commercials every now and then. Because I was leaving for the States in a couple of weeks (shopping girls), any extra money would come in perfectly. I asked my husband and he was all for it, so I hopped back into the car and drove home, leaving hubby all alone with the 4 kids!
By the time I made it back into the city, I was literally exploding, and had to tinkle BADLY. I ran into the house and into the nearest bathroom. When I was done, and much calmer, as I buttoned my jeans, I swore I heard moaning. Yeah...moaning!
At first I was little scared...I mean, why would anyone be moaning in my house, which was suppose to be empty. But, as I neared my bedroom, I remembered we had asked our neighbor's daughter to look after our dog. You know...feed and walk.
Obviously she invited her boyfriend over and was REALLY going at it. But, as I neared the bedroom, I heard that background music that all erotic films have. So now the question was, was Margarita moaning or was it the TV? I've never felt so sinister in my life. Instead of going in the bedroom, I went around to the bathroom that connects to it, and once in there, I peaked inside.
My first reaction was absolute shock. There, on my bed, was Margarita, with a t-shirt bunched up above her breasts and NOTHING else on, with MY massager firmly planted on her clitty, in the throes of a very powerful orgasm.
She was transfixed to the TV and she was moaning away almost in unison with the character on the screen who was being made love to orally. Well, I said, that my first reaction was shock, then, I felt dirty...yeah, really dirty. I mean, here I was looking at this 18 or 19-year-old girl, who-by-the-way I have known for about ten years, pleasuring herself on my bed, and I guess I felt dirty because it was arousing me, very much.
Every time she orgasmed, she would lift that tight little butt of hers off the bed and push herself harder onto the massager 'till I thought she would snap the handle. While I was torn by what to do, my last feeling was embarrassment. For me and her, and I really didn't want to embarrass her and tarnish our relationship. So I quietly walked out of the bathroom, soaked panties and all, realizing this WAS the opportunity I had been waiting for all my life, but hey, to approach my friends daughter would be just plain wrong.
I made my way outside, sat in my car with my heart pounding, deliberating my next move. I made some calls confirming the time and place where I had to be the next day, and after ten minutes, decided to ring the doorbell.
No answer. I rang it again, and still no answer. Three minutes later, I rang it again and again, 'till I heard her yell, "Coming!"
She peered through the window, was very surprised to see me, and opened the door immediately. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a little messy, and she was wearing my terry cloth robe which looked incredibly sexy on her.
Just so you can imagine Margarita, she's very tall, maybe 5'9", thin, long jet black hair, beautiful brown eyes, and probably doesn't weigh more than 120 - 125lbs. Her breasts are small and her legs, incredibly long. And she has a very nice butt. I mean, up to then, I had never looked at her as a sexual being, you know, but us girls do admire one another every now and then.
Anyway, to say she was speechless wouldn't begin to describe her.
She said she wasn't expecting me, that the dog had jumped on her and gotten her clothes dirty so she was washing them, and, she was watching a movie while the clothes washed.
No problem I said.
She went on and on about apologizing for wearing my robe. "Margarita, please, don't worry. It's NO problem." I assured her.
I went to my bedroom with my little bag in tow and she followed closely behind. I immediately placed my bag on the bed and opened it, and started taking my stuff out. I was eyeing the place out of the corner of my eye, and I noticed her clothes on the floor on my side of the bed, and the corded massager on top of the nightstand.
I ignored them, grabbed my cosmetic bag, and went into the bathroom to put them away.
When I came back to the bedroom, no Margarita, no clothes, and the massager was back in its place (bottom drawer of the night stand).
I put my clothes away, changed into shorts and a t, and made my way to the outside terrace where Margarita was already seated on one of the couches.
"Sweetie, you want something to drink?"
"I'll take a diet coke, thanks"
"OH come on, let's have a real girl's night" I suggested. "My husband was going to make Margaritas tonight at the beach, and I can almost taste them...what do you say?"
"Really!?....Ok!"
I put ice in the blender, added the tequila and mix, rimmed the glasses with salt, and poured us each a healthy drink.
We toasted to girls night, and started chatting immediately.
We spoke of clothes, shopping, boyfriends, and eventually hit upon college life. She was in her second semester of high school, (god I felt depraved), and she had already been accepted to Purdue for the fall semester and was anxious because she didn't know what to expect. Her mother had studied in Europe decades earlier, and she didn't have an older sister or brother, so I shared my college experiences with her.
This of course led to an in depth discussion on dorm room etiquette (what to do when your roommate is entertaining), and that in turn led us down the path to sex.
I lost track of how many times I refilled our drinks, but by the time the bottle of tequila was almost empty, the conversation was really getting steamy.
Margarita's boyfriend had NEVER made her orgasm. "How about anyone else?" I asked.
"Mrs. Anderson...God....I haven't been with anyone else," she blushed.
"So...you've never had an orgasm," I asked.
Now she really blushed. "Well, yes, I have."
Nothing like playing stupid, right? "How?" I asked.
She shifted on the couch, with her feet underneath her, "In the tub."
"Ohhh, ok. Yeah, I had my first one like that too." I said.
"But trust me, you'll be happy to expand your horizons up at school."
She laughed and coquettishly threw her hair back. "Ms. Anderson, I don't know what type of girl you think I am," she said smiling.
"Margarita darling, there's NOTHING wrong with sex. You say you've had orgasms, right?"
"Yeah."
"Did you enjoy them?"
"God yeah."
"Something you would like to experience again," I asked.
"Sure, but I'm not going to sleep around, you know?"
"Well that's good, but just wait 'till you meet someone who pulls the rug from under your feet."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see."
From there she went on to say that she felt maybe a little inadequate...suggesting that it was her fault her boyfriend couldn't make her cum!
"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how wrong you are. It's just that young boys really don't have the slightest clue as to what buttons to push."
I then went on to share with her how my first boyfriend never EVER made me "o". And, thankfully, the conversation became even more frank.
"How old were you Mrs. Anderson?"
"15."
