'Don't worry about that babe! Only our lovemaking matters. The camera is just a bit of extra fun. It's not important. If I thought it would inhibit how we make love, I would get rid of it now'.
'No, no, it has the potential to enhance our experiences hugely, especially when we are apart, but I'm just not used to "performing" in front of it'. And she made the time-honoured 'inverted commas' symbol with her fingers.
'Tell you what babe, let's put it away for the rest of the weekend and just concentrate on each other, eh?'
'Yes honey, let's do that', she said with a smile.
We put the camera and it's peripherals back in their boxes and went into the kitchen to make lunch. Suzy expertly knocked up a small but superb risotto with broccoli and crispy bacon, with me acting as sous-chef. She is a fantastic cook and the meal was delicious. We ate at the kitchen breakfast bar, but I had noticed her dining room table was set, quite sumptuously, for two people, so I nodded in that direction.
'Are you expecting company?'
She chuckled and said 'Yes, I'm dining with an absolutely gorgeous babe this evening'.
'Oo, nice for you', I said.
'And for you' she shot back with a wink. She obviously had plans for us to dine at home and I found that quite sweet and endearing. She was going to cook for me, which I thought was a proper welcome. I didn't ask what she was making, but I was sure it would be succulent, just like her.
After lunch, we went back into the living room, and she put on a film. In keeping with our recent thoughts of food it was 'Chocolat', not the earlier one, the one set in France with a bevy of attractive dark-haired women in the starring roles, including Juliette Binoche, Carrie-Anne Moss, and the older but still gorgeous, Lena Olin. I knew the film, and when Suzy suggested it, I said 'Yes, I love that film!'. It is not a comedy, but it has gentle humour, and I like the fact that all the strongest characters in it are women. Most of the men are stupid, weak, naive, or repressed, apart from Johnny Depp who, to be honest, I'm pretty indifferent to.
I hadn't seen the film for a number of years but now, with my new-found lesbian awareness, I found myself even more sexually attracted to those three main females, especially, strangely, to Lena Olin, who I found suddenly quite captivating. She plays a down-trodden woman who leaves her domineering husband and finds a new strength thanks to Juliette Binoche's character, who runs the (slightly subversive) chocolate shop. I found the way she gradually comes out of herself quite lovely, and I felt emotional pangs of, I suppose tenderness, watching the film. It had never had that effect on me before.
Suzy and I were sitting side by side on the sofa, both in just dressing gowns and stockings and, as the film was drawing to a close, I looked at her and felt an almost overwhelming surge of love. I clasped her hand tightly and we kissed, a lingering soft kiss which lasted a long, long time. When our lips finally parted, we clung to each other in a tender embrace, just immersed in our feelings.
'I think we should go upstairs for a 'siesta', she said, eventually and I followed her up to the bedroom, but this was not an urgent, lustful, rush to bed. This was something different, and no less exciting. It was two lovers going to bed, just to be in love.
We slipped between the sheets and made love to each other in a way that was so different to some of our earlier carnal encounters. We lay facing each other, kissing and gently caressing each other's bodies. I ran my fingers through her hair, let them trace the line of her neck, gently brushed them over her breast (bringing a quivering intake of breath from her), down over her waist and hip and onto her stocking top. She parted her legs, pulling her knee up as if in invitation, and I traced her inner thigh down to that beautiful tendon that linked thigh to pussy. I ran my fingers up and down the crease between her thigh and her outer lips, and she gave a lovely low-pitched groan, then I trailed my fingertips through her gorgeous soft curly pubes. At the same time, she was caressing me in a very similar way. In fact, I think we were following each other's lead. I was certainly following hers.
We looked into each other's eyes and smiled as our hands simultaneously reached our pussies. Each of us mirroring the other's movements exactly, we parted our pussy lips with two fingers and then dipped them inside. We were both incredibly hot and wet and we spread our juices over each other's clits, alternately dipping our fingers into our creamy vaginas and then slowly caressing our hot slippery little buttons. Wordlessly, she brought her hand up to my lips and I did the same, each of us giving the other a taste of pussy. It was absolutely divine.
For half an hour, or maybe more, we continued like this. Loving each other with our fingers. Every time she did something I especially liked, I did the same to her, and thus we were finding all our favourite caresses. Our breathing increased as we became more and more aroused, as did the flow of our pussy juice, and we had two or three gentle, tremulous, orgasms as we built up our pleasure. None of these climaxes coincided exactly until we began to build up to a big one.
We stared intently into each other's eyes (hers were mesmerising) as we fingered each other and our hands went faster and faster as our orgasms approached. She got there just before me, and she buried her head in the crook of my neck, whimpering as she came. I felt a surge of her hot cream trickle out between my fingers and that took me over the edge. I pressed my face into her sweet-smelling hair and let the climax sweep over me. We were both moaning and whimpering as our almost-simultaneous orgasms peaked intensively and then, very gradually, subsided into twitching, shuddering aftershocks. We lifted our heads and kissed; a mad passionate lingering kiss, and then fell back on the pillows, panting, our hands clasped tightly together. When Suzy spoke, it was in her typically candid, forthright, and very heartfelt way.
'That was fucking lovely, Lissy'. Yes it was.
We drifted off and slept for an hour, then got up and, after changing the bed sheet - again - we went downstairs to eat. Despite the lunchtime risotto, I was ravenous. To my great delight, Suzy had made homemade ravioli, stuffed with ricotta and rocket (arugula) and we got them out of the fridge and began preparing the meal, with me acting as sous-chef again. Suzy served the ravioli with green leaves, artichokes, and chopped almonds and it was a meal to die for, even before she had revealed the cheesecake made with blue cheese for afters.
Wow, we ate well that day! Imagine having a woman who can cook like that, is absolutely gorgeous, funny, warm, and incredibly sexy. I was completely starry-eyed about what I had found when I met her. I could only imagine what the future now held for me. It was going to be a fabulous journey, and I was thrilled to look forward to it.
