Six years ago, I was 24 when my sexual desires and curiosity were satisfied. I was an only child and led a happy, but uninteresting life. Of course my parents loved me, but looking back, they led a rather staid existence. Throughout my schooling and college years I was rather plain and tubby. I wore glasses and my teeth seemed to forever be in braces. Boys weren't interested in 'plain little plump Ashleigh'. I applied my energies to studying and pursue a career. I was studying advertising. When I was 18, the braces finally came off. my teeth were straight and perfect. My body gradually started to transform. My puppy fat disappeared, I developed a waistline and my breasts swelled and firmed. The transformation didn't happen overnight. By the time I was twenty I was a stunningly beautiful girl, according to my parents, with long shapely legs. Firm 36C breasts, with generous nipples were my greatest assets. People who had not seen me for a few years were amazed and couldn't believe it was me.
Earlier my parents had bought me a computer, which I needed for my career. Eventually I outgrew the 'toy' pc and had to get a bigger one, with a modem. I was becoming conscious of my sexy body and the way men, and a lot of women, stared at my attributes in admiration. I became self-conscious of my glasses and took to using contact lenses. I was still not interested in men. I got hit on a lot, but suppose it was growing up without boys in my teens that sparked my indifference. At night I surfed the Internet for material for my studies. I kept getting porn sites popping up but ignored them.
One day, becoming curious, I entered one site and was amazed at the explicit sex content. I started surfing in earnest, finding better and more explicit porn. I was most interested in the lesbian sites and found that the pictures and stories of girl on girl sex aroused me tremendously. I started having sexual desires like never before. I became obsessed with the cyber sex, especially the lesbian stuff. I started sitting at my 'puter' in just a shirt or robe without panties or bra, so as not to have any hindrance for my hands and fingers as they explored my sensuous body. I used to get into a sexual frenzy and masturbate myself silly, looking at girls licking, sucking and fucking each other. From all accounts, the lesbians seemed to have more stimulating and exciting sex than the heterosexuals. I became extremely curious and obsessed to have sex with a woman. But how to accomplish that? I was too shy and naïve to do anything about my desires. I made lots of friends when I joined a firm of advertising consultants, and slowly became more outgoing.
One girl in particular, I was very drawn to and we became close friends. An attractive brunette, her name was Bridgette. She had a steady boyfriend and I started double dating with them. One thing led to another and finally I had my first sexual encounter with a man. I had quite a few boyfriends after that, but was disappointed with the sex. It was pleasurable, but not what I expected after surfing the net and reading the erotic stories. I still had better orgasms when I masturbated with my fantasies, than from a man. I became highly sex hungry, and could have multiple orgasms three or four times a day. I longed to have sex with a girl. Just to see if it was as good as described. I felt I was missing out somewhere. BUT....my life was about to change......
We had to stagger our lunch breaks so as not to leave the office unattended. Bridgette and I rarely had lunch together. My lunch break was from 1.00 PM. Most of us had lunch at a cozy diner over the road. The owner and waitresses got to know us by name and where we worked. As a regular, a table was always reserved for me. Always the same one. I got to recognize the regulars and we used to wave greetings. One woman in particular fascinated me. She was about my age or a couple of years older. An attractive blonde, she always smiled at me and mouthed "Hello." She used to arrive about twenty minutes or so after me and sat a few tables away from me on the opposite side of the diner. Occasionally I would catch her looking at me with a pensive expression. I would smile at her, she would smile back and I would become shy and blush a bit. I had become very annoyed by the men in the office constantly pestering me for dates, even the married ones. None of them appealed to me in the least. One day I told Bridgette about how they were annoying me. She laughed and said she couldn't blame them because I was such a stunning and sexy girl.
"Tell them you're a lesbian." She said. "It always works." I took her advice and it had the desired effect. Their hitting on me ceased. One day, after returning from lunch. A long narrow box in gift-wrap was on my desk. I presumed it was meant for someone else, but then saw a card attached which was addressed to me. Only my name was on it. Intrigued I opened it. A single red rose nestled in tissue paper. I searched for a card or something, but there was none. "Some guys just never give up." I thought to myself. I was going to dump the pretty flower, but didn't have the heart to destroy something so beautiful. I found a vase and stood it on my desk. It lasted for a few days before wilting. The day after it did, another rose arrived. A white one this time. Still no message or anything, just my name. This went on for about two weeks. Always a single rose of a different color each time.
Bridgette started teasing me about my 'secret admirer'. My annoyance had passed and I was most intrigued by his, whoever he was, persistence. After about the sixth rose, the next one contained a card inside. All that was on it was the perfect imprint of a woman's lips in lipstick. I sniffed the card and smelt the definite aroma of Opium perfume, which I was familiar with because I use it myself. Now I was really intrigued and felt flattered that it appeared that my admirer was a woman. I didn't tell Bridgette for fear that she would start to think that I was becoming a lesbian or something. Secretly I hoped it was from her. I would have loved to sleep with her, we had become so close. A few days later another package arrived late in the afternoon. This one was a bit bigger than the previous ones. Gingerly I undid the wrapping. My heart was beating in my breast with excitement. I gasped when I saw what was nestled under the rose, a red one this time. I quickly closed the box.
My hands were shaking, my pussy was twitching. I picked up my 'present' and went to the powder room and locked myself in a toilet closet. I sat on the seat and opened the box. Under the rose was a miniscule pair of red sheer panties. I picked them up gingerly and nearly dropped them back in the box. They were wet. I ran a finger over the slick crotch piece and felt stickiness. I lifted the delicate garment to my nose and inhaled the fragrance of another woman's love secretions. It was intoxicating. I felt my pussy convulse with yearning. I held the beautiful sexy panties to my nose once more and inhaled more deeply this time. I closed my eyes in rapture and flicked my tongue over her secretions, still fresh on the delicate garment. I tasted her. I opened my eyes and saw the card, which had been concealed under the panties. I lifted it out. It read: 'I wore these today for you, now they are yours.'
My hands were shaking. I'm not sure whether from panic or excitement. I was certainly becoming very aroused. I was about to put the card back in the box, when I saw a matching red bra as well, which had been under the card. I smelt her Opium perfume on it. I smelt the panties again and my head swam with desire. In a sudden inspiration I decided to put them on. There was something erotic about wearing another woman's wet panties. I stood up and slipped my panties off, noticing the damp spot in the crotch. I decided to wear the bra as well and removed my blouse and bra. I brought my hands up my body and lifted my breasts in the palms of my hands and squeezed them pinching and pulling the erect nipples. God I was so horny. I needed to bring satisfaction to my spasming pussy. Quickly I removed my skirt and sat back on the toilet seat. I positioned my butt on the edge of the seat and spread my legs wide. I slid a finger into my wet slit and extracted some juice. I brought my finger up to my throbbing clit and circled it, teasing it out from its hood. I felt it swell. I bent down and picked up the red panties and held them to my nose. I inhaled the aroma of her cum and licked the taste of her from the moist crotch. I closed my eyes and fantasized it was Bridgette's pussy at my mouth.
My pussy was on fire. I delved three fingers into my sopping depths and placed my thumb on my swollen clit. I worked my fingers in and out, slowly at first and then picking up the pace. I pulled my fingers in as deep as I could and moved them around inside me and flicked my thumb over my clit. In my mind I saw Bridgette's sweet face at my cunt. It was her hand in my pussy, fucking me hard. The rich smell of pussy from the red panties was her pussy in my mouth. I was tongue fucking the sexy brunette. I came quickly. I held the panties tight against my mouth to stifle my ecstatic cries as my orgasm spilled from my trembling body. I sat still, regaining my breath. I was about to wipe myself then stopped. I wanted to stay wet in my lover's panties, to let my girl cum mix with hers. It was tremendously erotic and naughty. I stepped into the sensuous garment and drew them up my legs and smoothed them around my butt. They fit perfectly. I liked the way they hugged my ass, hips and mound.
My pussy was still swollen with lust and bulged tight against the panties. I saw the crotch begin to darken as my juices soaked into the sheer fabric. Next I put on the bra, which fitted me perfectly. It was a half-cup and barely covered my nipples, leaving a large amount of my areolas uncovered. I finished dressing and left the powder room clutching the box. Bridgette looked up as I came into the office and smiled, giving me a curious look. My heart skipped a beat and I was becoming more and more positive that it was her sending me the roses. I looked at my watch and realized that I had been away for more than half an hour. I kept glancing at Bridgette the remainder of the afternoon, seeing my friend in a new light. I studied her body, the sexy curve of her 36C breasts. It struck me that she was the same size as me. I looked at her butt and hips. Yes! The same as me. I started undressing her with my eyes, seeing her lovely breasts sitting snugly in the lacy bra. Her delectable pussy encased in the sheer red panties. Her pussy. God I was dying to see her pussy, to smell it, taste it. Damn! I wanted to fuck her. I jerked myself back to reality. Bridgette was staring at me quizzically. "You OK Ashleigh?" She asked. "You look a little dazed."
