This is a related follow on to my first story "Working out with Mia." Sorry it has taken so long if you have been waiting for it. I hope you have, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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It is another July morning with a hot day ahead and rain expected later to at last bring some welcome relief from the heat we've endured for a few days now.
I had my favourite CD's playing on random track selection with lots of them loaded in our multi-disc player. It's great when you don't know what you're going to hear next but you know you love every track. And the choices and sequence of songs can be amazing too.
I stepped into the conservatory which was brightly lit with morning sunshine. It was pretty warm compared to the house so I promptly opened the door to the garden and found it was already hot outside.
I had felt horny as soon as I woke this morning realising I was alone as my husband had left for work a while earlier and now as I stood in the doorway and bathed my face in the sunshine, a gentle breeze suddenly flared and I felt the tails of my light silky robe open and lift away to reveal my thighs and my pussy.
It was like the wind was caressing me and without any hesitation I closed my eyes, pulled the loose knot on the belt and allowed the robe to fully open releasing my breasts to the warmth of the sun. The breeze felt wonderful rippling around my nipples as my breasts swelled and I relished the delight of full exposure.
My pubic hairs, now just a little triangle above my clit, were tickled nicely too and I couldn't resist reaching down to my pussy with both hands to spread my lips apart. An invisible finger of wind joined with my own finger to dip in my pussy and stroke up my now moist lips to circle my growing clit.
I delighted in the touch of my fingers on my swollen clit as I leaned back against the doorframe. I felt sensuous as the breeze continued to stroke my body like multiple warm and hungry hands wandering up my legs and around my breasts. Our house is fairly secluded with no other houses afforded direct views into our garden but I had always wondered whether people might catch reflected views of the back of our house in the windows of our shed or greenhouse.
I thought of this exposure for a moment as I stood virtually naked and found myself quite turned on at the thought that someone might actually be able to see me, now touching myself, stroking my wet pussy with one hand and squeezing my breast and hardened nipple with my other.
I was beginning to get really turned on and desirous of a good come but then the sun blinked out with a cloud passing over and the breeze dissipated as I heard a dog bark and a child crying some way away and the moment was gone for me to stay focused on a lust filled reward.
I had to accept that it had been a wonderful taster and had certainly given me the desire to enjoy being naked again in my garden on another day soon. I could hear Mick Jagger singing "Can't get no satisfaction" playing and thought that sums it up.
I went back inside and with some reluctance contemplated the chores I knew had to be done but still felt I had been denied having been pretty close to potentially a damn good orgasm and wondered when I might have another break later maybe.
Some hours later and it certainly was a hot summer Wednesday, now mid afternoon, and the expected rain had begun to fall gently, tinkling on the conservatory roof.
I'd finished all my domestic chores but was still naked under my short silky robe. I had showered earlier and now considered what clothes I might wear or rather how few I could get away with.
My mobile phone rings. It's Mia! She tells me she has a painful shoulder knot after her morning exercise class and asks if I can help. Of course I tell her that she should come round as soon as she likes. As soon as I put my phone down I am grinning with delight in anticipation of seeing Mia again nearly two weeks after our lust filled liaison and I'm breathing heavily feeling excited like a child at Christmas.
One song finished and the next one was "When will I see you again?" by the 3 Degrees and I couldn't help but break into singing myself given the appropriate lyrics. I couldn't wait to see her again and began to wonder if my morning disappointment would be forgotten in a few hours time.
I had not yet told my husband about my afternoon of Sapphic lust with Mia but instead relished the frequent moments of recall each prompting arousal, with a strong need for release when I was on my own once or twice!
I do plan on telling him knowing he would be pretty turned on to hear about it given how much he loves the idea of us girls together and has said I should take the chance to explore any lesbian fantasies if any opportunities came along. I wanted to relish the feeling of just me knowing and loving it for a while longer.
The day after our first encounter I kept wondering if it had all been just an incredibly realistic erotic dream. Was it my subconscious pricking hard at me, challenging me to accept my bi-curiosity? I was already happy to fantasize about how I might like having sex with another woman.
But you've got to love a hard cock! And I certainly do. I love my husband's one deep inside my pussy or in my mouth. He knows I love sucking his cock a lot and says that's one reason why he is bi-curious arguing that if women love sucking cocks then why wouldn't a guy enjoy doing it too? Love his logic. I used that argument when considering the idea of me licking a pussy for the first time.
I've kissed my husband after he's made me come with his mouth and quite like the taste of my pussy juice. I like sucking my pussy soaked fingers as I masturbate too. He likes me kissing him when I've still got his cum in my mouth and says it tastes ok. We'll try anything! He wants to fuck my ass having fingered me a few times. It actually felt pretty good so I'm quite looking forward to it now but I'm teasing him a while longer first. Naughty but nice. I like sex probably more than my husband realises.
But I knew that it was no dream as at times I could still taste Mia in my mouth and the smell of her body, a uniquely intoxicating aroma, was strongly burned into my memory. A wonderful blend of her natural body odour and her perfume combined to send me into raptures. I had laughed as I thought about how she "looked good, tasted good and by golly she did me good," when I realised that was the slogan for a beer decades ago here in England.
I bounced for a day between relishing the recall of our lusty liaison and being concerned over whether Mia may have regretted it later and might be uncomfortable with me when we next met. I needn't have worried. I got a text from her saying she kept thinking about me and wanting to touch herself. Wow. "I came thinking about you last night," she said. Very wow.
I got the massage table set up in the conservatory all ready to go whilst Riders On The Storm was a perfect accompaniment to the rain that began to fall again. After some twenty minutes I looked out at the now heavy rain to see Mia running toward the front door and I opened it just as she got there, to let her jump into the hall. I caught and embraced her and now both of us were in wet skimpy clothes with Mia in shorts and a light unzipped jacket. She had a cap on with her hair up under it and the hood on the jacket protected against the rain.
We laughed as we moved inside, embraced again despite her wet jacket and our lips kissed briefly after we looked at each other. Her breasts pressed against mine and I tingled with delight. The hood came down, the cap came off and her lovely hair cascaded down over her shoulders.
"I've missed you Mia," I said. She had been away for a week and a stand-in had covered her classes so I had not seen her since our last meeting.
"I missed you too Jane, very much," she replied.
