I'm a woman. Yes, I'm also married. No, I am not going to tell you the only man I fuck is my husband. NO, I don't ask you to judge me. Just read, enjoy, and realise that in my stories I leave out the boring details like putting on condoms, washing up, etc, etc. If you like the story, please leave a comment. If you don't, that's ok too. However...
Please, if you don't like sex to be fun, dirty, or hopefully both – then DON'T READ IT!
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Carol and I were school friends all those years ago. I am 42 and she, at 41, is the younger of the two of us. I always called her "Baby" when we were together. Reason was that most people thought she was my baby sister. We did look alike, in some ways.
We were both blonde, with long legs. The difference was, I had perky breasts which used to be 36C. Carol's boobs were her best feature. She had a pair of 38DD guns that attracted every thing with a dick within 100 metres. I swear once even a Labrador guide dog of a blind man we were chatting to had a crack at her because of her tits.
Anyway, I was married to Steve as you know. Two kids, two dogs and a family home later, I was a happily married woman, who still liked to fool around and play nasty occasionally. Our real estate business was going well and as a treat for Carol, who had just been divorced from her hubby of ten years, Jason, I flew her down to Melbourne for a few days shopping and to catch up with each other. It had been three years since we last saw Carol, and Steve thought it would be a great idea to have her come stay with us for the week.
I drove to the airport to pick Carol up on Thursday. Steve was working, and the kids were at school, so I took her to the Casino for lunch. I love the Crown Casino complex. The atmosphere there is a buzz, and the many different shops, restaurants and clubs make it a great place to go for fun.
We lunched at a funky little place called 'Automatic'. Two wines and a lovely risotto later and Carol wanted to look around Melbourne. We finished our dessert and headed across the Yarra and headed for Swanston St. It was a cool, winter's day, but we managed to keep warm by walking briskly between stops, and enjoyed each other's company as we searched for bargains and tried on a few dresses at Myers. We giggled and mucked around in the changerooms. A few men stared as we pinched, slapped and played around in full view of the other people trying things on. It was fun!
We decided it was time to grab a coffee, and so we headed across the Bourke Street Mall and found a nice quiet café, where we sat, sipped and chatted about the old times.
Without realising it, time had flown by, and as we finished our cake and coffee, we realised it was starting to get dark. I rang home and made sure the kids were ok. Luckily Steve had got off work early and was home cooking them some dinner.
"Take your time, babe. Enjoy yourself!" he said, in that relaxed and calm tone that I knew meant he was happy for me to stay out and enjoy Carol's company free of jealousy or consequences.
I told him I loved him and that I'd give him one of my special presents when I got home later that night. He laughed, knowing that I usually meant I would suck his cock until he shot his lovely warm goo in my hungry throat!
So anyway, it was Thursday night, and as most of you know, Melbourne rocks from Thursday to Sunday night. I decided to show Carol a few of the sights of Melbourne at night, and so we headed off around the city on foot.
We came across a really nice lingerie shop that was still open. Taking me by the arm, Carol said, "Come on Dee. Let's find Steve a sexy present in here."
With that, we walked in and found a sexy treasure trove of hot sleep and fuckwear. Carol tried on a few things, and looked amazing! Her big boobs looked incredible in this kinky little corset style bodysuit. It was made of stretchy lycra material that was black and shiny, and the front zippered up, but her booboos stopped it zipping much more than halfway. Her dark nipples were just visible over the edges. On her feet, she put a pair of hot knee boots with killer heels.
God she looked hot!
For me, she chose a pink ultra tiny stretch mini, which came with attached garters, some matching stockings, and a black and pink bustier that managed to make my boobs look rather big too!
I loved it!
Laughing at our purchases, I kissed carol lightly on the lips to thank her. I was slightly shocked, but totally turned on, by her reaction. She took my face in her hands, and, in front of the woman at the counter wrapping our items, she kissed me full on the lips and even slipped her tongue inside my mouth for a brief few seconds.
I melted at her touch, remembering the night all those years ago when we had fallen, drunk, into each other's arms and made love at Carol's parent's place after a wild party with school friends.
Snapped from our passionate kiss by the till drawer closing, we gathered our selves and headed back out into the street.
The kiss had me all tingly, but I said nothing, not certain what Carol's feelings were, despite the obvious passion in her lips.
We walked a little further before we came across a small bar, with some loud music pumping from the juke box up against one wall. It was playing Bon Jovi, my absolute favourite!
"Come on, let's grab a drink. I could use one after all this shopping!" I giggled, pulling Carol in by the hand, making sure not to lose any of our precious shopping bags!
Inside, there were a few people, mostly about our age, some younger. It was obviously a bar that folks liked to go after work to unwind. Several men in suits were drinking, laughing, and enjoying the view as two younger girls danced to Bad Medicine on the slightly elevated dancefloor at the back.
Ordering two kahlua and milks, I settled on to the bar stool next to Carol.
"Cheers" I said, "Here's to old friends getting together to rekindle the fun times of old."
We clinked our glasses and sipped the cool liquid.
"And here's to rekindling smouldering feelings", said Carol, winking and sucking provocatively on her straw!
We finished our drinks and hit the pavement again. About a kilometre round the corner, Carol stopped me.
"Dee, we have GOT to go in here," she said, indicating the adult book store next to the ice cream parlour.
Laughing again, we entered, not at all shy, and I must admit, it made my pussy twinge a little at the thought of what would be inside. I was not disappointed.
It had been ages since I'd been in an adult shop, and Carol said she hadn't been in one since well before her divorce from Jason. Independently, we scoured the shelves and cabinets, looking at the myriad of toys, books, magazines, videos and assorted sexual trinkets.
I found my favourite kind of vibrator, the dolphin type clit tickler. Mine was starting to play up, and so I decided to grab a new one. In fact, guessing that it would be ages before I went to another sex shop, I grabbed a pink one and a blue one, and headed over to Carol, who was engrossed in the dildo section. I guessed that things had been a little hard since Jason left, and she had become rather dependent on artificial cocks for a while. She had a large, double ended jelly dong in her hand. It was made from that wonderful jelly like substance, and was bright red. She was rubbing the shaft of it up and down in her hand outside the plastic packaging.
"What do you think? Is it me?" she giggled, fluttering her eyelids.
Out of nowhere, a man's voice answered.
"Hell babe, it damn well should be. You AND your sister!"
We both spun round to see a rather plain looking man in a beautifully tailored suit reading a magazine, and peering over his distinguished specs at us.
"Well thanks!" said Carol.
We laughed again, playing the sister role to perfection, then walked to the small counter and paid for our goodies. I remember thinking that Steve was in for quite a shock when he saw what we'd bought and heard where we'd been.
About ten minutes later, we were almost to the end of Bourke Street, when Carol spotted the adult cinema.