The present story is a follow-up of my previous one "Playing with Fire". To have a better understanding of the situation it may be valuable to read that story as an introduction.
Just as before the story is to some extent based on my own experience. However my fantasy has got hot and everything isn't as it was in the real life. Also it will be a mere coincidence only if anybody thinks it is she or he being the one mentioned.
Thanks to my editor BGMISFUN for the attention. It has improved the story.
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It is Sarah who is back again.
Since last time I wrote about me and my lovely man Thomas, it has been a tremendous happy time. After our marriage we have had some very lucky years. Staying at home has been valuable to me. The possibility to return to the university for improving my knowledge in foreign languages has made me feel more confident. Thomas is very supporting to make me feel great in my role as a house wife as well. I think he had made up his mind to try to make me forget the time as an assistant at the construction company. Not at the least my hot feelings for Oscar also.
We have made new friends here in the residential district. In particular we have been together with a neighbor couple. Ruth and Arne lived in the house next to ours. Once a month at least we enjoyed the social life together by eating and talking.
Rather soon I found that Ruth and I had the same interests. We often discussed literature. She also attempted to learn foreign languages. For the moment her favorite was Spanish.
Thomas and Arne acted more as brothers with different interests. Thomas was more of the tranquil and meditative type. Arne was often the one who came out with cracks and got us to laugh. He was easy to get on with.
Up to now the meetings with Ruth and Arne had never got into any sexual relations. However I have recognized that Ruth sometimes made interested eyes for Thomas. But I think it was mostly because she had heard him on radio, discussing social problems.
Ruth and I had come more closer to each other in the last few months. She often came over to me when Thomas was away at the university job. The reason, she said, was to discuss linguistic problems. I doubt that it was the real reason. There was always a feeling of a tension in the air when she looked at me.
One day when we talked about clothes she came close in front of me. She said she liked my new blouse. She touched my shoulders. Her hands slid down searching over the blouse front. I never used a bra. And when Ruth's hands reached my breasts the movement stopped. Her hands cupped my tits!
"What are you doing?"
She blushed! Still her hands were caressing my tits. "I have always admired your nice body. I'm dreaming to get a view of you released from all clothes. Please, don't be angry with me."
First I felt sorry for her. But at the same time there was a satisfaction in having her hands fondling my tits through the blouse fabric.
I looked at her frightened face. "No, I'm not angry! You had made me understand a novel part of me. I like it and perhaps I want more another time." Then I kissed her lips!
She had got tears in her eyes. "I'm so happy for the way you took it. I have been afraid that you would find me disgusting."
When Ruth left for home, I came to think on my own words, "Understand a novel part of me"! Who am I?
Standing in front of our full body mirror in the bedroom, I got rid of my clothes.
Completely naked I studied my mirror picture. Still having a rather good shape (at the age of 35). Though my tits were not as large as I once wanted, but my slim waistline above the well-proportioned hips satisfied me. My thighs gave my pussy a good framework accented as it was by my prominent pubic bone. To that came my long, well sculptured legs.
No it wasn't my body being the novel part of me. It was my attraction to other females. Up to now I had been interested in men only. It seemed to be a quite new world opening to me. It frightened me!
The rest of the week I was very busy. Ruth and I waved to each other on our ways to different commitments. It was, however, since long agreed that Ruth and Arne would come over for dinner on Saturday night.
I hadn't told Thomas about Ruth's invitation to me. I thought he would accept it. He was familiar with different sexual minds, also lesbian ones. I had heard him on radio talking to women about their situations.