Bright sunlight streaming in through the window brought me around from a long and deep sleep. The night before had been quite a late one for me, my husband Tim and I had been to visit friends, we chatted for so long it must have been nearly two am before we arrived home, but it had certainly been a fun evening.
Tim of course had long been up and left for work before eight am, the coffee he brought me earlier was now stone cold by the side of the bed. I lay there thinking how well we had done in recent years. We were both twenty-three when we married twelve years ago. I had been very fortunate, when I left school my first job was as a sales clerk in a jewelry store owned by a Mr Isaacs.
Within a year Mr Isaacs decided I had some talent and he spent the next six years teaching me the art of a bench jeweler, making and repairing all types of jewelry and the business was very successful. Mr Isaacs eventually retired and sold the business to a huge chain of jewelry stores. He knew I would not be happy with them, so he gave me all of his tools and equipment and advised me to start up on my own.
Three months later we had converted one of the garages into a workshop and Jane's Custom Jewelers was born. I became known for custom-made engagement and wedding rings, and life was good.
I was close to falling asleep again when a car horn tooted in the drive. I leapt out of bed and hurried to the window to see my friend Lin getting out of her car. I dashed downstairs and let her in the front door, we went straight to the kitchen for our morning coffee and our usual putting the world to rights chat. I had first met Lin when we were setting up my company; she was our lawyer's girlfriend and still is. Despite our differences we got on well from the first minute we met, Lin is the gregarious party girl, where I am the mouse like homebody.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" Lin asked jokingly, as I got the coffee going.
"You don't think its sexy then?" I did a twirl in my orange pyjamas, which have an all over pattern of small bears. "One advantage of being less than ninety pounds and struggling to reach five foot tall is I can wear children clothes."
Lin continued to laugh as I danced around the kitchen showing off my pyjamas and getting the giggles myself. After my final pirouette I sat on her lap, we were both close to tears with laughter. As she held me close her hands opened up and she cupped my 32A breasts and rubbed my nipples with her fingers through the outside of my pyjamas.
"Wow! You may have small tits Jane, but those nipples are huge and fantastic when stimulated."
I leaned back into her, enjoying the surges her sexy attentions were giving me, before the coffeepot announced it was ready and I jumped off her lap and busied myself serving our drinks. We enjoyed our usual one-hour chat, before Lin had to get back on the road. As a drug company representative, she had appointments at all times of day, but she had plenty of time to visit me as well.
After she left, I got back to work and had quite a smile on my face thinking how much I had enjoyed the stimulation and wondering if Lin was a bit bisexual, sex was something we had never discussed together. Lin must have thought the same, she called me three hours later to apologise for groping me and no, she was not bisexual, but she had enjoyed our moment together.
"I quite enjoyed it myself, Tim rarely does that anymore." I told her.
"Stop there! I will be over in a few days; you can give me all the nitty-gritty then."
Lin meant what she said, as soon as she got in the door on her next visit, she wanted to know the sexual history of my life.
"Start off with your worst lover," she said.
"Well that's easy, I met this nice boy named Tony, he was good looking and quite suave, we were both about twenty years old. I was quite innocent then and it was a good two weeks of dating before he tried anything. First off, he just played with my nipples, sucked them and so on, then he started fingering me and eventually started to lick my pussy, which was rather good. The problem began when I got his cock out one night to play with, and he came off in my hand within a few seconds."
"I put his premature response down to first time nerves, but his staying power never improved much. Whenever I tried to suck him, he came as soon as I took him in my mouth. By the time we got to trying full sex, he was coming off before he even got it in me. He was a disaster."
"This sounds familiar." Lin said. "What happened?"
"He did have a good tongue and we stayed together for another few weeks but then we drifted apart."
"That sounds just like my worst one, but he could not even get an erection. He did make up for it with other things, but I do like a hard cock in me, so he had to go." Lin said laughing. "Anyway, back to work for me, see you in three days, start thinking about your best ever man."
I had no problem bringing that memory back. After Lin left I went up to the bathroom to take a bath. Laying back in the warm water I opened my legs wide and put them on the sides of the bath and relived my best ever sex in my mind, while bringing myself to orgasm with the help of the showerhead, something I rarely do nowadays.
Lin arrived three days later at her normal ten o clock in the morning. It was. "Make some coffee and let's hear that best ever sex story, then I will tell you mine."
Coffee and snacks made, I started my story.
It was early evening on the day of my wedding. The reception was going well and by seven o'clock I went up to our overnight hotel room to take off my wedding dress and get changed for the dancing we would be having later on. I had already drunk quite a bit of wine and had brought a bottle with me. I was feeling happy and very mellow. There was a tap on the door and when I opened it, there was a guy with a wedding dress bag saying he had come to help fold and pack mine for me. I just presumed he had something to do with the hotel and I invited him in.
He was very friendly, quite young and good-looking. We chatted about how the wedding had gone and I never felt anything was wrong, even when he suggested he had better get my dress packed and asked me to turn around so he could unzip me. With the dress off I sat on the edge of the bed in my new silk bra and panty set with white holdups. He even complimented me on my underwear as he packed the dress in the long bag; I even stood up and helped him to get it in smoothly.
He produced a smaller bag and told me this one was for the underwear to go in. Whether it was the drink, I do not know, but I did not suspect anything was wrong so I took off the rest of my clothes. As I got naked he went into the bathroom and brought back my silky dressing gown, and then he held it up for me to get into. It just all seemed so natural. We sat on the edge of the bed chatting for a few minutes, he poured me another glass of wine, which I threw back, and he poured me another one.
He told a joke, which gave me the giggles. I lay back on the bed laughing and giggling, until I felt a hand on each knee opening my legs. I offered no resistance and a second or two later, I felt his tongue licking my inner thigh. He kept on licking; his tongue crept up to my pussy and immediately I became incredibly aroused and ready for the next sexy stimulation I knew was coming.
