Her skin soft as felt. I knew it would be, she's learned to take care of herself.
I was nervous. What if I hurt her, or something went wrong? She and I'd already spent a great deal of time talking about how she wasn't interested in sex much, and how wine got her in the mood.
For the last few years she was committed to my ex-lover, who readily admits being highly sexual, and that it has caused problems in the relationship. My role in this was strickly for the experiment of was it my ex or was is her. My theory was it was her, more to the point of 'situational' lesbianism. Having been in a destructive relationship with several men, she was willing to accept love and support from women. For her partner's part, she got the wife and children, white picket fence, and family home that she'd always wanted. Worked out great for them, until the children moved out and their interpersonal issues were suddenly in the limelight.
So to the soft music in the background and wine on her breath I set out to seduce the moderately willing.
Its hard to ignore that I'm female. The boobs are a tip-off. I left my undershirt on in case they got in the way. I made sure to keep the strap-on warm in the bedroom, nothing worse than plunging something cold into an area that aroused. I liked it because it let my hands to be free to caress and hold.
Having progressed to kissing her lips (courage not withstanding). I had to allow myself to love her. When you kiss without feeling it can destroy even the most amorous atmosphere. And I wanted to do more than go through the motions.
Assuring her that it was ok to close her eyes, I kissed her neck and shoulders, following the strap of her slip.