This is a true story! I have changed the characters names for the usual reasons but belief in the content is entirely up to you. So please, read on and enjoy.
I am just an average suburban girl trying to make my way in the world for my family as well as myself. At 45 I try to keep myself in good shape and I often have people, usually females, express flattering shock, commenting that I look in my mid thirties. Okay, I am ex-model for a fashion house but since having children I only do ad-hoc stuff. Still, I have to laugh when they say they are envious of my slight but athletic build and wish they had a flat stomach like me.... I put it down to metabolism, but like I said, I work at it. I am also blessed with a wonderful husband who I love dearly, three terrific children, a beautiful home in a leafy suburb of inner Sydney, and lucky enough to be able to work from home. However, my bi-sexual side was/is getting restless. I had not had a female partner for about 5 years and the thought of having some feminine sexual contact was making me very twitchy down below.
My first girl on girl experience occurred when I was 18. A group of us had decided to make it a girls night out to celebrate the end of our high schooling. We had been down at a local bay side pub, drinking and dancing and generally kicking our heels up. There were also a few guys from school present and so we mingled with them, but steadfastly held true, between the 7 seven of us, that it was girls only after closing time. I had always admired Vickie and her quiet determination but we had never really talked. So it was with some surprise that she and I go together. After the pub closed we all piled into her car, this was back in the mid-70's when you could get away with such things and random breath testing was not even heard of.
We drove to Cronulla beach, the Wanda end to be precise, which took about 40 minutes. By the time we got there many of us were dying for a pee. I could not bring myself to squat in the shadows of the surf club, so I shed my jeans and singlet top and raced into the surf. The night air was still warm and humid from the hot day we had just had and the water was warm and refreshing as well. I did the needful and joined Vickie and the others. We both tried to out do the other body surfing and each time we failed we just fell about laughing, as did the others. I caught a wave and crashed straight into Vickie who was also clad only in bra and briefs. I pulled her up to make sure she was not injured, my concerned eyes looking straight into hers. Her jovial face was covered by her long black hair, which had washed forward with the impact. She brushed it back laughing at our drunken clumsiness but as soon as she saw my concern for her wellbeing, it softened and took on an expression I did not quite understand at the time. I was holding her around her waist and her hands rested on my arms, and before I knew it she kissed me full on the mouth.
I could not resist. I kissed her back then we pulled apart quickly, realising that we were not alone. The other girls were still frolicking in the water kicking the waves at each other and had not noticed the brief exchange between Vickie and I. Without a word she gently took my hand and lead me back up the beach. I followed willingly, hypnotized by her look. She scooped up a towel in a graceful sweep of her arm and we walked away into the night along the sand, away from the noisy group of laughing girls and away from the surf club lights. Time and all other motion stopped as she laid the large beach towel upon the sand then slowly laid me down to made love to me. She gently laid on the towel beside me, our legs entwined, and she again kissed me full on my mouth. My arms enfolded her as our tongues met in the softest and most sensual kiss I have ever known. With a deft movement Vickie slipped my bra strap down my left arm and pulled the cup away exposing my breast. Her gentle touch and soft kisses were so beguiling and bewitching she sent me into orbit a thousand times simply by placing her mouth on my nipple and her hand on my pussy. She circled my nipple with just the tip of her tongue as she pressed her finger into the crease of my sex through the flimsy material of my white silky knickers. Without any conscious thought my hips started rocking in time with her delicate caress as she stroked her finger in long firm motion from my anus up to my now throbbing clitoris. My breathing became laboured as her ministrations continued and I felt her grind her own womanhood onto my thigh causing her breathing to quicken appreciably as well. Our kiss became more intense as our bodies took flight and senses reeled.
The final act of that glorious first time was her introduction of me to her bushy pussy as she covered me with her body as we 69'ed. I told her I did not know what to do and she just told me to follow her movements and so do whatever I thought would feel good. She pulled my panties aside and instantly placed her tongue flat on my clit. I gasped loudly at the sudden feeling of her wet touch then sighed deeply as she sucked me hard sending delicious waves of sheer ecstasy running through my total being. I reciprocated by pulling her black briefs aside and in the dull light I could just make out the wet mass of tightly curled hair that covered her lower regions. Vickie stabbed at my clit again making me buck with delight and without a second thought I did the same. I was amazed at her taste, the erotic mingling of sea salt and her own juices, plus my drunken state, driving me to bury my head deep into her sex and drink deeply of her nectar. Without moving her mouth from my vagina I felt her groan against me as I plunged in on her. I flicked my tongue about in a greedy effort to pleasure her, attacking her clit repeatedly and then sinking deeper into her liquid opening, which increased her flow to a veritable flood.
We lapped and drank each other like two people who have just found an oasis in a desert and it was not long before we both exploded into each others mouths. I lost all sense of time and space as she set sky- rockets off in my head. Our bodies locked together in a total and intense release that started deep inside our wombs and burst forth to consume body and soul and fuse us together as one. It was so beautiful that I instantly fell in love with her and, thankfully, she with me. We were together for just over a year until she had to go overseas to start uni and we just slowly lost touch.
That had ignited my bisexual interests dramatically and I am forever amazed that my first female experience occurred before my first male experience. Now, all these years later I often found myself looking at women in the street and secretly wondering if they had ever fucked another woman or even knew of its delights. My next-door neighbour also fell under such scrutiny.
Michelle has long been the object of my licentious mind ever since she and her family moved in some ten years ago. She is quite attractive; her features and figure do make you look twice if not a third time. Maybe it is her mousy-blonde shoulder length hair combined with her well looked after figure; one that measures 34c – 26 – 36 (I know because I measured it myself, but that gets ahead of the story). Most people have to admit that after three children, Michelle does have a good figure and does not show any signs of her 43 years. I know from personal experience that she is a regular swimmer, which accounts for the firmness of her muscles as well as her breasts, but again I get ahead of myself. She also carry's her 5' 6" frame with an air of quiet determination that, when combined with a body hugging top, leaves a me quite breathless.
I had noticed over a period of weeks that one of the brake lights on her four wheel drive were out, but every time I plucked up the resolve to go tell her she was either out, or I simply forgot, or both. Anyway, as the days slipped by, I dropped the notion thinking that her husband would have probably fixed it. However, to my surprise one sultry Monday morning, I saw that he had not. I was out the front yard watering the roses when she drove off to the bus stop with her son. I watched as she drove off down the street and my heart jumped as I saw only one of the three stoplights activate. My mind ran wild causing a swell in my groin. "Yes!" I thought, "he has not fixed them". I knew from recent observations that she would be home today, so about mid-morning I rang her doorbell.
"Oh, hi Michelle", I barely managed, my words nearly catching in my throat, "I hope I have not disturbed you?"
"Oh, hi Sue. No not at all. Come in.," she said with a sweep of her arm to indicate I was to enter.
"I… I do not want to keep you from …."
"Come in and have a tea". She suggested. Cutting me off in mid sentence, much to my relief.
"Sit down and get yourself comfortable while I get the tea".
She walked off into the kitchen, my eyes riveted to her beautifully rounded behind. The three quarter track pants clinging to her slightly tanned legs and hugging the taut roundness of her bottom. I could just see the outline of her knickers through the pale blue trousers. Her white, sleeveless top fitted the form of her body like a glove too, giving her breasts that upward, buoyant look popular in today's fashion. I drank in every line of her form from head to toe and back again as she busied herself brewing the tea. She swung around smiling and the look in her eye seemed to indicate she knew exactly what I had been doing and thinking. I tried to swallow but my throat was too dry. She turned back to the sink and resumed her preparations. I sank back into the comfy beige coloured lounge and closed my eyes trying to suppress the rampant thoughts invading my mind, more to stave off disappointment than anything. The room was large and well decorated to make it feel light but cosy too. A nice combination of feminine attention to fine detail and colouring and a contemporary look of timber finishes.
She walked over to the small table between the two 2 seater lounge chairs and as she approached I watched, intently and as discreetly as I thought possible, the gentle sway of her curvaceous chest and the outline of her feminine parts revealed by the tautness on her trousers around her crotch. Again she smiled as she bent to place the sugar bowl and jug of milk on the table, the V-neck of her top gapping just sufficiently enough to give glimpse her lacy pink bra, which gently cradled and moulded her luscious mounds.
"Do you like two?" she asked offering a spoon full of sugar suspended above my cup, her neckline still gapping and my eyes still transfixed.
"Two would be ideal", I replied, my mind racing with prospects fuelled by double meaning and wondering if she deliberately used that turn of phrase.
"Milk?"
