I have for a long time fancied Mary and often masturbated while fantasizing about her wonderful body and what I would do with it.
I thought nothing would ever happen despite desperately trying to think up ways in which I could manipulate different situations into the right outcome. I would never in a million years have predicted what actually happened between us yesterday. And what happened, you might wonder?
As so many times before, whenever she came to visit me, I went to meet her at the bus station. We hugged as our standard greeting and I had to concentrate to ensure I would not get carried away as I enjoyed the feeling of her body so tightly against mine. Despite trying my best not to allow my thoughts to stray to anything naughty, I still felt my nipples harden.
We walked around town for a while before finding a nice and quite Italian restaurant where we quickly ordered some dinner. In spite of not having been together for a few months, it only took a glass or two of wine before we once again were talking as we had done those many years ago when we had first gotten to know each other. Even the topics were the same, the endless discussions of music and of course an argument of which film to watch later. Without having talked about it, we both knew that the night would - as usual - end with a movie-marathon and a few bottles of champagne that already were chilled in preparation for her arrival.
While we ate, I constantly caught myself looking at her lips, wondering what they would feel like around my hard nipples. I excused myself and went to the restroom, only to find that all the stalls were empty.
Closing the door behind me, I pulled up my skirt to access my pantyless pussy and my fingers quickly found my clitoris, rubbing it gently as my other hand reached into my purse, searching for the small bullet that I always keep within reach. As I found it and started the soft buzzing, I moved my fingers into my tight hole and located my pleasure spot while placing the bullet on my clit. A gasp escaped my lips as the bullet made contact and while thinking about how mesmerising Mary would look naked with her face covered in my juices, it did not take long before my heavy breathing turned into soft moans.
I bit my lip, trying to keep down in case somebody was to enter the restroom. Soon pleasure shot through my body and even before I managed to catch my breath, I started to clean up, wash my hands and finally give myself a small splash of perfume in an attempt to hide whatever scent of my dirty deeds that might be left.
I checked my shirt, skirt and stockings before exiting the restroom to make sure that Mary would stay happily unaware of what had just happened.
We walked back to my place along the beach, looking at the sun setting across the Baltic sea. Walking past the castle, we began talking about the local history and legends, while the entire time my dirty mind was wondering about the castle's dungeon and how fun it could be to turn it into a fetish dungeon. I considered how it would be to tie Mary up against the wall and force her to cum until her body would collapse, how I would enjoy the look of her pale flesh as she shivered in pleasure.
Keeping these thoughts to myself, I led her the rest of the way to my cramped one-bedroom apartment. I took her coat as well as my own and once again admired her incredible shape. She was gorgeous with her long, dirty blond hair, blue eyes and curvy body. I longed to place my hands on her wide hips and pull her tightly against me.
I opened the champagne and pour us a glass each. A "sláinte" escaped my lips and a "na zdrowie" hers, as we followed the ancient Viking tradition of letting the fragile crystal glasses hit each other. Taking in the first sip, I felt the sparkles dance on my tongue as I enjoyed the sweet taste. Soon the glasses were refilled and the film rolling. Being a small place, there is nowhere to sit but in my bed, so we both ended up sitting closely together. We talked and laughed, barely noticing the film in the background.
Yet another glass of champagne followed, we were getting tipsy. We both suddenly went quiet as the heroine softly opened her mouth while kissing another woman, allowing the tongue to slip between her lips. I felt my mouth go dry as I looked over at Mary, wondering about her reaction to it. I noticed her dilatedly pupils, slightly surprised of her arousal but my rational thoughts told me that it was just due to the darkness. I emptied another glass, trying to forget about the growing wetness between my legs. It did nothing to help.
As the film ended, Mary suggested that we changed into our nightgowns. Not bothered by my eyes, she stripped down to just her underwear, a cute black bra and matching satin panties, before getting into a short cotton dress. I caught myself looking at her but she did not seem to notice. I followed her lead and was soon wearing a thin blue nightie that left little to the imagination as well as a thong. My hard nipples were clearly visible. It frustrated me to have to wear clothes to bed as I usually sleep naked but if that was what it took to share a bed with Mary, then who was I to complain?
Her breasts were bouncing slightly as she brushed her teeth, I could not keep my eyes from them in the mirror. I was wondering how her breasts would feel in my hands and her nipples between my fingers.
