I reach up and take her hand, my mind going back to the night we first met. I remember seeing her at a party at my sister's house. She'd come with a friend of my brother-in-law's. We ended up sitting on the couch together as the men talked about sports. She was bright, and funny, and so pretty. I felt drawn to her from the first moments we talked.
I had always fantasized about another woman, but never really considered doing anything about it. But since my divorce, I found my fantasies turning to thoughts of another woman more and more. Wondering what it would really feel like, what she would taste like, would I have the courage to actually do it.
Now here I am with her, at her parents summer house on the beach, naked, wet, wanting, my hand in hers as she leads me into the poolhouse. I feel my legs shaking, my heart thundering in my chest, not knowing what to expect now. To make her climax, that was a dream come true. But to think of her mouth touching me, there, oh God, I shudder all over just imagining it.
Her soft lips caress my cheek, and I jolt back to reality. I look at her, her beautiful face, smooth skin, soft brown eyes, and I feel a deep excitement building inside me. It's a wonderful, tingling feeling, like nothing I've ever felt before. Terror, lust, passion, need, all tumbling around inside me, battling each other.
Her slim hand comes up and smoothes across my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear, and her lips lightly kiss down my ear and neck. I can feel goosebumps racing across my skin. Her other hand gently cups my breast, her thumb dragging over the hardened nipple. I moan softly, and I feel a smile in her kiss against my skin.
As she leans up closer, her mouth covers mine. She runs her tongue across my lips, seeking entrance. My mouth opens under hers, and her soft velvety tongue slips in, chasing mine, capturing it. She sucks lightly on it, then my full lower lip.
I feel my body softening, melting, yielding. My hands rest on her hips, pulling her closer. One arm wraps around my neck, one hand squeezing my breast. I arch my back, pushing that aching breast into her hand more. My nipples presses against her palm, and I groan again. The kiss deepens, becoming almost desperate.