"We all want to feel good."
Charlotte leaned forward, beautiful blue eyes large and earnestly seductive.
Allison held her gaze, trying to quell the beating in her chest. The sensual intensity in that look was outside of her experience. Her long eyelashes fluttered away from the contact. She felt the nervous flush creep up her cheeks as her eyes rested on Charlotte's mostly exposed breasts.
They sat across from each other at a small cocktail table. The lighting in the club was dim, defining Charlotte's full living roundness, and obvious arousal, with alluring contrast.
Allison took a deep breath, shoring up her determination. Charlotte was smiling.
"We do. I do. Listen, I've never done anything like this before."
"Like what? You've never talked to another woman in a club?"
Charlottes smile was disarming. She was
gorgeous.
Allison was feeling more at ease, and more excited.
"You know what I mean. I suppose picking up strangers in bars is a regular thing for you?"
"Hardly." Charlottes voice was low and rich. "In fact, you are absolutely the first."
Again, that look. Allison felt her own nipples grow hard. Yes, she was ready for this, wanted it. She worked out like crazy and her sex drive was through the roof. She had known she was bi-sexual for quite a long time but had never explored it. It was the gym. Those classes, with all those beautiful female bodies, sweating and smelling so... wonderful. Why should she limit the beauty that surrounded her with men because society said she should?
Hitting on Charlotte reaffirmed this decision. Allison had approached Charlotte, who was sitting by herself in a corner of the club. Allison introduced herself and struck up a conversation. She was an assertive person when she knew what she wanted, and confident in her own beauty. She was brunette to Charlotte's blonde. She couldn't compete with Charlotte's spectacular chest, or those eyes, but she judged her own ass to be rounder and was probably fitter. Not to say that Charlotte was out of shape.
What she didn't count on was the sheer wave of sexuality that radiated from Charlotte's person, her physical presence, pure sensuality in every move, every word. The minute she sat down she was overwhelmed by that wonderful smell, the scent of a woman in sexual health that drove her so crazy at the gym.
"What if I told you," said Charlotte, "that you could always feel incredible, luxuriate in pure ecstasy, every minute of every day for the rest of your life."
Allison blinked. "I know. Exercise is so important. I thank god for it every day."
Charlotte laughed.
"Fair enough. Not exactly what I meant, but similar. Let me show you." Those eyes. Those seductive eyes again. "Come sit next to me."
Allison scooted her chair over.
"Closer."
Allison shrugged, and moved her chair over until it was touching Charlotte's, so close Allison could smell her sweet breath, and that underlying scent of healthy woman made her head swim.
Charlotte took her hand. She didn't resist as Charlotte puller her hand down onto Charlottes lap. Her breath caught as she realized Charlotte had hiked up her skirt, hidden under the table. She felt the firm warmth and smoothness of her thigh. She worked moisture into her mouth as Charlotte pulled her hand upward. She felt Charlotte's heat. Charlotte opened her legs wider and pressed Allison to her center. Allison gasped. Charlotte was
so wet.
She felt herself grow wet as she explored Charlotte, first timidly and then with more confidence at Allison's sharply indrawn breath. She slid her fingers up along Charlotte's outer pout reveling in the smooth, soft warmth. Charlotte was so smooth, obviously waxed free of all hair. Allison hadn't gone that far herself, but she did shave regularly. She closed her eyes, all her senses focused on the touch of her fingers. She explored inward, stroking up and down small inner lips before finding her opening. Charlotte looked into her eyes, breathing deeply. Allison smoothed generous fresh wetness upward to Charlotte's small hard pleasure center.
Charlotte pulled her hand back down, arranging Allison's fingers, pressing her pointer against her small nether opening, her thumb against the drooling source of moisture.
Charlottes asshole was soaked and slick with all the wetness and Allison knew it would be easy to penetrate. Allison worked moisture into her mouth. "You want me to"
"Shhhh. Just feel."
Alison focused on the wonderful contact they shared and gasped. She felt both openings contract against her finger, opening and closing in waves of what she knew to be pure pleasure!
"You're coming" she whispered!
"Just wait."
She held her hand there, drenched in wetness, invited to participate in one of the most wonderful experiences of life. As the seconds drew on, and then minutes, she gasped. The contractions continued, one after the other, without stopping.
She saw the pleasure in Charlotte's eyes and was shocked to realize that this was the same thing she had seen the moment they had sat together.
After a few more long minutes, she reluctantly withdrew her hand, feeling empty as if a man had pulled himself from her too early.
"How is this possible? How can you come so long?"
Charlotte closed her legs. Allison could tell that she was still being massaged with waves of pleasure. Her voice was steady though, if rich in sensuality.
"If you would like to know the answer to that, I would make you a proposal."
She slid across the table a small vial of liquid.
"I want for you to drink this. After you leave and are at home. Then tomorrow night, meet me here"
"I don't do drugs" said Allison.
"Don't worry," said Charlotte. It is purely natural and won't hurt you.
Allison sat contemplating the vial on the table. She was adamant about health, did not do drugs and was frankly afraid of them. The night before was so outside of her experience, while being so in tune with what she desired, she could not concentrate on anything else all that day. Over and over in her mind she played the incredible feeling of Charlotte coming over and over again on her hand. Those contractions, all that moisture, the flush on Charlotte's neck could not be fake.
"What the hell," she said to nobody, mortified by her recklessness and swallowed the contents of the vial.
It had a faint, not unpleasant taste, that she was familiar with, but could not place. She sat for a moment waiting for
something
to happen and finally snorted in disgust, wondering if she should force herself to throw it up. She still intended to meet Charlotte and decided to sort out the truth then. She didn't think that Charlotte would hurt her, although she wondered why should would place such trust in a woman she hardly knew. It just felt right.
She laid out her outfit, a lacy brallete and matching panties and barely opaque white split summer dress that didn't leave much to imagination. She smiled, proud of her body and knowing that she would look sexy as hell
She went into the shower and followed her usual routine, lathering her arms and legs first. Working out made her feel so good, and she luxuriated in the smooth feel of her own soapy skin, the light, delicious fragrance of the shower gel, the warm water running down her chest and back.
Something was different she realized, in a wonderful way. She felt great, as if she had just climbed to the top of a mountain or won the job of her dreams. "So, this was what it was like to be on drugs," she thought, deciding to give in to the pleasure while vowing to never do anything like this again. She would have some choice words for Charlotte.
She lathered up her hands with mild soap and half-squatted into her routine of feminine hygiene.
The following decades, Alisson would often look back to this moment and wonder at the strangeness of existence. Crossroads in life were usually marked by some obvious, usually momentous event such as falling in love, or dropping out of school. For her it was different, and there were few people who would ever understand.
Simply, she came harder than ever before. The minute she stroked her outer lips and asshole with those slick fingers, that familiar feeling started to wash over her. Of their own accord, her fingers found her pleasure center and masturbated the small round hardness. All of her senses exploded in orgasm. She gasped and cried out as the waves became stronger and stronger. She felt herself contract once, twice, six times. She lost count, one hand glued to her clitoris, the other pinching and pulling first one hard nipple and then the other.
She began to laugh, riding a wave of pure sugar that grew higher and higher. She reached for the lotion bottle, planning to plunge it into herself like a teenager. The moment she removed her hand from her clit, the wave started to subside. It was then that she noticed the lukewarm temperature of the water. Hot water was out. How long had she been in that state of ecstasy? It felt like a mere moment, but she knew she had never experienced anything that complete and lasting before.
She felt fantastic, so alive and wonderful. She was not in the least bit drained and knew that she could continue to come if she chose. As she shut off the shower and dried herself off, delicious possibilities began to race through her excited mind. What would this be like with another person? What would it be like to experience this with Charlotte?
As she quickly dressed, she looked wistfully towards her nightstand, where she kept a rabbit vibrator, wishing she could explore this state at her leisure. With an energized bounce, she realized it didn't have to be one or the other. She changed her purse choice to one which was larger so that she could take it with her.
Hair dry, spilling over her shoulder, and makeup meticulously applied, she admired herself in the mirror. She was beautiful. She felt beautiful. Her mind was reeling with sexual fantasies, imagining her lips pressed against Charlotte's neck, Charlottes breasts against her firm, flat belly as she slid up to straddle her face.
In the back of the taxi she tentatively, almost reverently slid her hand down between her legs to see if this miracle was real. She had to choke off her pleasure cry as immediate waves of bliss crashed through her. In no time, her panties were completely soaked, and she could smell her sex, which jolted through her like electricity, leading to more powerful orgasmic contractions. The taxi driver was involved in some phone call and she didn't think he noticed, hope he didn't.
Through sheer force of will, she removed her hand and the pleasure subsided. She noticed that it never truly went away though. There was always the undercurrent there, the feeling of health and well-being amplified. She felt fucking great.
Charlotte was waiting for her in the same booth. She was wearing a short halter that showed off her own flat belly and cutoff jeans. She stood up as soon as Allison approached and looked deeply into her eyes. Allison's breath caught at the intensity of the gaze.
Charlotte smiled, so seductive, took her by the arm and said, "Let's go."
