My Lost Friend
N.B. This is a fantasy based upon real life. There is New Year's message I want to pass along. Some of my friends know that I was a victim of physical abuse and saved by someone who would become my first girlfriend. The message is that no one should ever have to suffer through or, worse yet, submit to physical v******e. If this finds you in that place -- GET OUT. Now, my fantasy:
Now in my early forties, I’m fortunate to have kept my looks and figure. Now my blonde hair has a touch of gray, just enough to give me an added dash of gravitas. I’m a little over 5’9”, still thin by virtue of an exercise regimen that has me in the gym almost every morning. I often find other women admiring my long, toned legs. Underneath that exterior is a scar – I was a victim of abuse. My husband of ten years believed that I was having an affair and beat me senseless one night in my apartment. I’m convinced that I would have been killed had it not been for my neighbor Diane, who heard my struggle, called the cops and was with them when they broke down my apartment door. She visited me every day I was in the hospital, and I was there for more than a month.
Then, I moved away to escape that memory and she and I lost touch. After five years away from the Bay area, I sold a software company for an indecent amount of money and moved back across the bay from San Francisco. I had not decided what the next chapter of my life would be; I was happy just to enjoy some downtime.
One afternoon after shopping, while sipping a coffee in a short black sleeve dress in a fashionable waterfront coffee shop, a woman came and stood beside me.
“Ellen?” I looked up and immediately recognized my friend, Diane. “Oh my God!” I cried as I jumped up and hugged her. I asked her to join me, which she happily did. As is often the case with close friends, time melted away as we talked. She reached across the table and took my hands as tears welled in her eyes. “It’s so nice to see you again, happy and as beautiful as ever. I’m sorry we lost touch, but I understand you had to put that behind you.” I told her I was single and had not had a serious relationship since the incident and had no interest in men. Diane explained that she had only recently become divorced, confessing that her attitude toward men had soured after my beating. It turned out that her house was very close to mine.
“Would you like to come and see my house. It has a terrific view over the bay, Diane asked with a broad wide smile, her invitation taking me by surprise.
For the first time I looked very closely at her, taking in her appearance, and very casual but dressed in expensive and understated clothes. Even in her “dressed down” look Diane was a very good looking woman, and it was obvious she had a well kept figure under her clothes.
"Why not," I smiled. "Lead the way in your car and I will follow you."
Ten minutes later we were admiring the view from the sun deck. “I love sun bathing here on days like this,” Diane said, watching me very closely, as she undid two buttons at the top of her blouse. “During the summer I love to get an all over tan. This summer has been good. My tan is the best I have had in years.”
I almost felt that Diane was hitting on me, daring me to ask her to show me just how good her tan was. Interesting, but instead I asked, “Show me the rest of your house?”
Diane took my hand and led me back inside. I was intrigued by the way she took my hand in her long fingers, but surprisingly did not feel uncomfortable about it.
As she led me on a tour through the rest of the house Diane “accidentally” rubbed against me several times, each time taking my hand again, as if for reassurance. It was a long time since anyone had paid attention to me, and I was getting excited that Diane seemed to care.
While this was going on I looked at Diane even more closely than I had before. She had always been very pretty, once a trophy wife. She now made the most of looks which depended on her tastefully tanned skin contrasting with her fair, blondish hair, which she wore down to her shoulders and strikingly beautiful blue eyes.
She had long well formed legs, it seemed from the tight fitting white cotton slacks she wore, and a very good, firm and well-formed behind. As I looked again at her creamy silk blouse, which now had a number of buttons undone, I could see exquisitely shaped small tits. As I looked even more closely at her and her blouse as we walked, her breasts moved freely beneath her blouse, and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were very erect against the soft silk. The look of nipples against silk has always driven me crazy.
I had never had an affair with another woman, but must admit that, on any number of occasions in the past, fantasizing and wondering about one. At this particular moment, the thought of Diane making a pass at me became a very exciting prospect. I was always very fond of her and was touched by the care she had given me when I had needed it most.
As our tour progressed Diane pointed out the “stuff” she and her husband had acquired that was now hers – the antique mantelpiece, Waterford glassware, Persian rugs, French oak dining suite, and next the master bedroom, with magnificent views over the bay. I’m not a materialistic person, but, I thought, to each their own.
Diane sat on the edge of her huge canopied four poster bed. “Come and sit here and admire the view with me,” she asked with what I thought was an edge to her voice.
As she extended her hand I took it and joined her on the bed, not altogether sure of myself and wondering deep down, but all the while excited, where all this might be leading. So, even as I wondered, part of me was saying, “go with the flow if she makes a move.” I kept telling myself that there was a time when the prospect of something like this happening was something I had very much wanted, and perhaps this would be the day that it finally did. Fate is bigger than all of us Diane used to reassure me.
Idly, as I absorbed the view, Diane reached for my right hand, her movements becoming more determined, and circled my palm with a her finger. “Like the view?” she said softly unbuttoning another button on her blouse with her free hand as I watched, unable to speak. By now her blouse was unbuttoned well past her tits. I could feel myself becoming excited by the sight. As she leaned over to get closer, her blouse fell open exposing her tits and the very erect nipples on each. “I’m happy you stopped to say hello; I’ve missed our friendship. I missed you.”
“Many nights I cried realizing how much I actually cared for you. I never thought of myself as a lesbian, but there was something about you.” Diane whispered wistfully, as she kept circling my palm, sending unmistakably explicit messages and signals. “I hope I’m not scaring you away.”
I looked down at Diane’s fingers stroking my palm and quickly made up my mind “I really like the feeling of your touch.” I reached for her hand and began lightly kissing her arm.
Then I pulled her toward me. Diane reached around me gently embracing and brushed my neck with a series of little, very wet kisses. “I can stop if you want me to ... “
“No? But I hope history doesn’t get in the way of something I had often thought about.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” She knew the answer was obvious, at least during my marriage.
“Why don’t we make up for lost time? Let’s start by getting rid of your shoes,” Diane said pulling them off.
“Close your eyes. I could tell just by looking at you today, that you were ready for me.”
At the same time I closed my eyes. I could feel Diane unbutton my blouse and unhook my bra. I had to admit to myself that being seduced by another woman was very exciting.
My bra was pulled over my arms and my tits were exposed to another woman for the first time. “Wow. You have superb tits. Even better than I thought they would be. But, compared to mine yours are almost lily white. I love it.” I love my tits; I had dark, chocolate brown nipples that showed off against small snow-white tits. Diane licked and kissed each in turn, her fingers teased the other as she did.
“Hmmm. Your nipples like what I’m doing. They are as hard as bullets. I wish you knew how much this is turning me on.” My head lolled to one side as the sensuality of Diane’s seduction began to take hold. I whispered, “I have probably wanted this for a very long time.” Diane smiled “You don’t have to do anything. Just lie back and enjoy the sensations. But, let me look at you,” she whispered in a very sultry voice, as she pushed my head back onto three pillows.
The pillows were high enough for me to watch Diane’s every move. I watched her blonde hair move across my chest as Diane worked over my nipples. I could feel my breathing quicken as her head began to move down my stomach. She unbuttoned the waistband of my skirt and tried to slip it off. “Ellen, I need some help here,” and she tapped my butt. I raised my hips, and with one gentle movement, Diane slipped my skirt down my legs and off. I was now naked except for my tiny panties. I shivered with anticipation. Diane took one of my hands and began sucking on my fingers again, which excited me more than I thought I could ever be. I was in a state of total desire. I wanted Diane to make love to me.
Diane surrounded each of my nipples with all her fingers, delicately teasing them even more than I thought possible. “Do you like watching me play with your fabulous tits?” I begged her to suck them some more. Diane smiled and started to lick and suck on them again. She fastened her mouth on each in turn with luxurious leisure, flicking each nipple with the point of her tongue. Then she pulled each nipple between her teeth and gently bit on each in turn and rubbed her tongue against my nipple. I was so turned on by this that my nipples became so hard it was almost painful.
My eyes were closed again as I felt Diane cradle my head in her left arm as her other hand reached down to my crotch. With a touch I could barely feel, but which at the same time was maddenly arousing, she ran her hand ever so softly across the fabric of my panties. Her fingernails lightly scratched over my trimmed bush and traced up and down my slit. I had not been touched there in so long the feeling was indescribably erotic. I felt like screaming I was so aroused.
“Would you like to undress me?” I had not had sex in so long, I felt like a teenager anxious to get her first feel. I nodded and sat up.
Diane moved closer to me and I slowly slid my hands inside her blouse. I felt her shudder when my palms grazed her nipples. Her tits were firm and erect and undoubtedly natural. Shocks traveled right to my pussy as my arousal jumped while touching her breasts. She leaned over and began kissing my neck again.
I felt her warm breath in my ear “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years” she whispered. “I think I knew that back then, but I couldn’t; he would have killed me. But now, we can do what we both have wanted to do for all those years.”
My fingers undid the remaining buttons of her blouse. Our tangled fingers slowly removed her blouse and Diane stepped back for effect. She let her blouse fall to the floor. as she dropped it to the floor, at the same time cupping each of her tits with her hands. “Look what you’ve been missing” she said smiling. “Do you like what you see?” knowing full well what my answer would be.
“Now my slacks,” she said turning her back to me so I could reach the zipper of her slacks. I was trembling with erotic energy at this point and fumbled with her zipper for a few seconds. Then, I inched the zipper down slowly, stopping every couple of inches to run my hands around her waist and sneak a feel of her pussy. Her slacks cleared her hips and Diane shimmied a bit to let them fall. I was finding it hard to breathe as took the waistband and pulled her slacks down to her ankles. I could feel my juices begin to ooze into my panties as I ran my hands over her smooth legs. I kissed the back of her thighs as my hands caressed her inner thighs. Diane spread her legs a bit exposing her thigh gap and her pussy. Under her slacks, Diane wore a tiny pair of white silk panties, loose around the tops of her legs in the European style. The front and back triangles were held together by straps of fabric barely a half-inch wide at the sides. She motioned for me to remove those as well, not saying a word. As I slipped her panties down her legs, Diane spread her legs a bit more and bent forward. I gasped as her pose exposed the slash of her pussy.
Diane straightened up and offered a full-frontal view. Her suntan really was as good as she had said. Her completely naked body was just as I had imagined, and completely sun tanned, not a white spot anywhere. She had a nicely trimmed bush; short blonde curls gave way to a gorgeous pussy, her clitoral hood was protruding and her nub was pink and exposed. And a gorgeous pubic mound that rose from her crotch. Goosebumps.
Sensing no protest from me as I closed my eyes again, Diane climbed back onto the bed and straddled me, one knee on either side of my hips. I opened my eyes to watch fascinated at this new experience as she sat back naked on her heels and devoted herself to gliding her fingertips all the way down my thighs and calves and back again.
“I love your body,” Diane said as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of her hands stroking my body. “I like what you’re doing to it” I said smiling encouragement, intent on playing the passive partner to the hilt for my maximum pleasure.
By now I was moaning imploringly as Diane caressed the skin on the inside of my thighs, her fingers reaching higher and higher until they fluttering at the rim of my cunt. Diane’s fingers traced the slit of my pussy through my panties, pushing the fabric between my lips. The feeling of the friction of the fabric was too much to bear. I could not help moaning and opening my legs further. I could feel how wet I had become. Diane noticed “Your pussy juices have soaked your panties; did I cause you to become so aroused?” “I can feel it,” I whispered.
“Would you like to taste yourself?” I was now panting and could only nod. I could feel her moving her fingers around getting them as wet as she could. She held up two. “This one is for me,” and she slipped a finger into her mouth and licked my juices. “And this one is for you,” holding her other finger so I could suck it clean. I had never done such a thing and the eroticism of both of us tasting my juices flooded my brain and emptied it of everything except sexual desire.
Diane leaned down and we kissed deeply. I wanted this kiss to tell Diane that I was ready for her to fuck me. I watched as Diane broke our kiss and her mouth moved its way downward. There was no stopping; she slid down my body until her face was over my pussy. Diane crouched low over my pussy and pulled the waistband of my panties down until she had uncovered my slit. A finger traced lightly up and down my slit while she blew softly on my pubic hair. I could feel the hairs parting with her breath then teasing my swollen clitoris. At last, she reached out with a pointed tongue, darting it again and again over my clit. Sometimes she sucked it into her mouth between her teeth, sometimes just licking it with a light flickering touch.
All I felt like saying was, “Fuck me, just fuck me, Diane,” which I am sure I did. My legs trembled as Diane knitted the three middle fingers of her left hand together and worked them several inches up between my legs and inside me. As I strained frantically forward and upward to force her fingers deeper into me, Diane again and took my vulva into her, hot mouth, sucking rhythmically on my clitoris at the same time as she slid her three fingers in and out. Sometimes she inserted her fingers only an inch or two, sometimes as far as she could go.
It was an intensely sensuous delight. Her fingers in my vagina producing a hardness and knobbiness of stimulation that no cock ever did. The sucking and teasing of my pussy, was unlike anything I had ever felt or thought possible. Diane expertly brought me to the edge of an orgasm then paused, brought me to the edge again and paused. Over and over for what seemed like hours and then she let me go. With a loud guttural roar, my orgasm tore through me like wildfire, searing my body with the most intense pleasure. I felt myself come into Diane’s mouth with a bursting rush with each of my pussy spasms.
While I was still throbbing and jerking my hips forward, Diane pulled herself on top of me, kissing me for the first time after becoming my new lover. Then I felt her pussy mound press down on mine. At the same time, she reached behind me and pulled me against her. “Keep moving your hips; push against me and don’t stop.” I could feel her pussy juices running between my lips. Her hard clit found mine and we ground together. “Don’t stop,” Diane kept whispering. I reached around Diane and pulled her harder against me as I could feel myself getting close again. Then suddenly, Diane’s body went stiff and as she exploded in a ferocious orgasm that brought me along again.
Diane stayed on top of me for some time. Our bodies were slick with perspiration which in and of itself was an erotic feeling. I looked out the window and it had gotten dark. “What time is it?” “Eight” said Diane. “We have been fucking for more than five hours!” she cried.
We decided to have dinner together then come back to her house for a nitecap. After we had showered and began to dress, Diane said, “You look fabulous. Do something for me. Leave your panties here. Wear nothing under your skirt; you can think of me all the way through dinner.” I laughed. “And, I’m going to keep them” she said. “Only if I can have yours” I whispered. “Deal.”
A fabulous dinner under a starry sky was followed by champagne on Diane’s deck looking out to San Francisco. Diane took me hand and whispered “Ellen, would you like to stay the night?”
Now in my early forties, I’m fortunate to have kept my looks and figure. Now my blonde hair has a touch of gray, just enough to give me an added dash of gravitas. I’m a little over 5’9”, still thin by virtue of an exercise regimen that has me in the gym almost every morning. I often find other women admiring my long, toned legs. Underneath that exterior is a scar – I was a victim of abuse. My husband of ten years believed that I was having an affair and beat me senseless one night in my apartment. I’m convinced that I would have been killed had it not been for my neighbor Diane, who heard my struggle, called the cops and was with them when they broke down my apartment door. She visited me every day I was in the hospital, and I was there for more than a month.
Then, I moved away to escape that memory and she and I lost touch. After five years away from the Bay area, I sold a software company for an indecent amount of money and moved back across the bay from San Francisco. I had not decided what the next chapter of my life would be; I was happy just to enjoy some downtime.
One afternoon after shopping, while sipping a coffee in a short black sleeve dress in a fashionable waterfront coffee shop, a woman came and stood beside me.
“Ellen?” I looked up and immediately recognized my friend, Diane. “Oh my God!” I cried as I jumped up and hugged her. I asked her to join me, which she happily did. As is often the case with close friends, time melted away as we talked. She reached across the table and took my hands as tears welled in her eyes. “It’s so nice to see you again, happy and as beautiful as ever. I’m sorry we lost touch, but I understand you had to put that behind you.” I told her I was single and had not had a serious relationship since the incident and had no interest in men. Diane explained that she had only recently become divorced, confessing that her attitude toward men had soured after my beating. It turned out that her house was very close to mine.
“Would you like to come and see my house. It has a terrific view over the bay, Diane asked with a broad wide smile, her invitation taking me by surprise.
For the first time I looked very closely at her, taking in her appearance, and very casual but dressed in expensive and understated clothes. Even in her “dressed down” look Diane was a very good looking woman, and it was obvious she had a well kept figure under her clothes.
"Why not," I smiled. "Lead the way in your car and I will follow you."
Ten minutes later we were admiring the view from the sun deck. “I love sun bathing here on days like this,” Diane said, watching me very closely, as she undid two buttons at the top of her blouse. “During the summer I love to get an all over tan. This summer has been good. My tan is the best I have had in years.”
I almost felt that Diane was hitting on me, daring me to ask her to show me just how good her tan was. Interesting, but instead I asked, “Show me the rest of your house?”
Diane took my hand and led me back inside. I was intrigued by the way she took my hand in her long fingers, but surprisingly did not feel uncomfortable about it.
As she led me on a tour through the rest of the house Diane “accidentally” rubbed against me several times, each time taking my hand again, as if for reassurance. It was a long time since anyone had paid attention to me, and I was getting excited that Diane seemed to care.
While this was going on I looked at Diane even more closely than I had before. She had always been very pretty, once a trophy wife. She now made the most of looks which depended on her tastefully tanned skin contrasting with her fair, blondish hair, which she wore down to her shoulders and strikingly beautiful blue eyes.
She had long well formed legs, it seemed from the tight fitting white cotton slacks she wore, and a very good, firm and well-formed behind. As I looked again at her creamy silk blouse, which now had a number of buttons undone, I could see exquisitely shaped small tits. As I looked even more closely at her and her blouse as we walked, her breasts moved freely beneath her blouse, and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were very erect against the soft silk. The look of nipples against silk has always driven me crazy.
I had never had an affair with another woman, but must admit that, on any number of occasions in the past, fantasizing and wondering about one. At this particular moment, the thought of Diane making a pass at me became a very exciting prospect. I was always very fond of her and was touched by the care she had given me when I had needed it most.
As our tour progressed Diane pointed out the “stuff” she and her husband had acquired that was now hers – the antique mantelpiece, Waterford glassware, Persian rugs, French oak dining suite, and next the master bedroom, with magnificent views over the bay. I’m not a materialistic person, but, I thought, to each their own.
Diane sat on the edge of her huge canopied four poster bed. “Come and sit here and admire the view with me,” she asked with what I thought was an edge to her voice.
As she extended her hand I took it and joined her on the bed, not altogether sure of myself and wondering deep down, but all the while excited, where all this might be leading. So, even as I wondered, part of me was saying, “go with the flow if she makes a move.” I kept telling myself that there was a time when the prospect of something like this happening was something I had very much wanted, and perhaps this would be the day that it finally did. Fate is bigger than all of us Diane used to reassure me.
Idly, as I absorbed the view, Diane reached for my right hand, her movements becoming more determined, and circled my palm with a her finger. “Like the view?” she said softly unbuttoning another button on her blouse with her free hand as I watched, unable to speak. By now her blouse was unbuttoned well past her tits. I could feel myself becoming excited by the sight. As she leaned over to get closer, her blouse fell open exposing her tits and the very erect nipples on each. “I’m happy you stopped to say hello; I’ve missed our friendship. I missed you.”
“Many nights I cried realizing how much I actually cared for you. I never thought of myself as a lesbian, but there was something about you.” Diane whispered wistfully, as she kept circling my palm, sending unmistakably explicit messages and signals. “I hope I’m not scaring you away.”
I looked down at Diane’s fingers stroking my palm and quickly made up my mind “I really like the feeling of your touch.” I reached for her hand and began lightly kissing her arm.
Then I pulled her toward me. Diane reached around me gently embracing and brushed my neck with a series of little, very wet kisses. “I can stop if you want me to ... “
“No? But I hope history doesn’t get in the way of something I had often thought about.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” She knew the answer was obvious, at least during my marriage.
“Why don’t we make up for lost time? Let’s start by getting rid of your shoes,” Diane said pulling them off.
“Close your eyes. I could tell just by looking at you today, that you were ready for me.”
At the same time I closed my eyes. I could feel Diane unbutton my blouse and unhook my bra. I had to admit to myself that being seduced by another woman was very exciting.
My bra was pulled over my arms and my tits were exposed to another woman for the first time. “Wow. You have superb tits. Even better than I thought they would be. But, compared to mine yours are almost lily white. I love it.” I love my tits; I had dark, chocolate brown nipples that showed off against small snow-white tits. Diane licked and kissed each in turn, her fingers teased the other as she did.
“Hmmm. Your nipples like what I’m doing. They are as hard as bullets. I wish you knew how much this is turning me on.” My head lolled to one side as the sensuality of Diane’s seduction began to take hold. I whispered, “I have probably wanted this for a very long time.” Diane smiled “You don’t have to do anything. Just lie back and enjoy the sensations. But, let me look at you,” she whispered in a very sultry voice, as she pushed my head back onto three pillows.
The pillows were high enough for me to watch Diane’s every move. I watched her blonde hair move across my chest as Diane worked over my nipples. I could feel my breathing quicken as her head began to move down my stomach. She unbuttoned the waistband of my skirt and tried to slip it off. “Ellen, I need some help here,” and she tapped my butt. I raised my hips, and with one gentle movement, Diane slipped my skirt down my legs and off. I was now naked except for my tiny panties. I shivered with anticipation. Diane took one of my hands and began sucking on my fingers again, which excited me more than I thought I could ever be. I was in a state of total desire. I wanted Diane to make love to me.
Diane surrounded each of my nipples with all her fingers, delicately teasing them even more than I thought possible. “Do you like watching me play with your fabulous tits?” I begged her to suck them some more. Diane smiled and started to lick and suck on them again. She fastened her mouth on each in turn with luxurious leisure, flicking each nipple with the point of her tongue. Then she pulled each nipple between her teeth and gently bit on each in turn and rubbed her tongue against my nipple. I was so turned on by this that my nipples became so hard it was almost painful.
My eyes were closed again as I felt Diane cradle my head in her left arm as her other hand reached down to my crotch. With a touch I could barely feel, but which at the same time was maddenly arousing, she ran her hand ever so softly across the fabric of my panties. Her fingernails lightly scratched over my trimmed bush and traced up and down my slit. I had not been touched there in so long the feeling was indescribably erotic. I felt like screaming I was so aroused.
“Would you like to undress me?” I had not had sex in so long, I felt like a teenager anxious to get her first feel. I nodded and sat up.
Diane moved closer to me and I slowly slid my hands inside her blouse. I felt her shudder when my palms grazed her nipples. Her tits were firm and erect and undoubtedly natural. Shocks traveled right to my pussy as my arousal jumped while touching her breasts. She leaned over and began kissing my neck again.
I felt her warm breath in my ear “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years” she whispered. “I think I knew that back then, but I couldn’t; he would have killed me. But now, we can do what we both have wanted to do for all those years.”
My fingers undid the remaining buttons of her blouse. Our tangled fingers slowly removed her blouse and Diane stepped back for effect. She let her blouse fall to the floor. as she dropped it to the floor, at the same time cupping each of her tits with her hands. “Look what you’ve been missing” she said smiling. “Do you like what you see?” knowing full well what my answer would be.
“Now my slacks,” she said turning her back to me so I could reach the zipper of her slacks. I was trembling with erotic energy at this point and fumbled with her zipper for a few seconds. Then, I inched the zipper down slowly, stopping every couple of inches to run my hands around her waist and sneak a feel of her pussy. Her slacks cleared her hips and Diane shimmied a bit to let them fall. I was finding it hard to breathe as took the waistband and pulled her slacks down to her ankles. I could feel my juices begin to ooze into my panties as I ran my hands over her smooth legs. I kissed the back of her thighs as my hands caressed her inner thighs. Diane spread her legs a bit exposing her thigh gap and her pussy. Under her slacks, Diane wore a tiny pair of white silk panties, loose around the tops of her legs in the European style. The front and back triangles were held together by straps of fabric barely a half-inch wide at the sides. She motioned for me to remove those as well, not saying a word. As I slipped her panties down her legs, Diane spread her legs a bit more and bent forward. I gasped as her pose exposed the slash of her pussy.
Diane straightened up and offered a full-frontal view. Her suntan really was as good as she had said. Her completely naked body was just as I had imagined, and completely sun tanned, not a white spot anywhere. She had a nicely trimmed bush; short blonde curls gave way to a gorgeous pussy, her clitoral hood was protruding and her nub was pink and exposed. And a gorgeous pubic mound that rose from her crotch. Goosebumps.
Sensing no protest from me as I closed my eyes again, Diane climbed back onto the bed and straddled me, one knee on either side of my hips. I opened my eyes to watch fascinated at this new experience as she sat back naked on her heels and devoted herself to gliding her fingertips all the way down my thighs and calves and back again.
“I love your body,” Diane said as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of her hands stroking my body. “I like what you’re doing to it” I said smiling encouragement, intent on playing the passive partner to the hilt for my maximum pleasure.
By now I was moaning imploringly as Diane caressed the skin on the inside of my thighs, her fingers reaching higher and higher until they fluttering at the rim of my cunt. Diane’s fingers traced the slit of my pussy through my panties, pushing the fabric between my lips. The feeling of the friction of the fabric was too much to bear. I could not help moaning and opening my legs further. I could feel how wet I had become. Diane noticed “Your pussy juices have soaked your panties; did I cause you to become so aroused?” “I can feel it,” I whispered.
“Would you like to taste yourself?” I was now panting and could only nod. I could feel her moving her fingers around getting them as wet as she could. She held up two. “This one is for me,” and she slipped a finger into her mouth and licked my juices. “And this one is for you,” holding her other finger so I could suck it clean. I had never done such a thing and the eroticism of both of us tasting my juices flooded my brain and emptied it of everything except sexual desire.
Diane leaned down and we kissed deeply. I wanted this kiss to tell Diane that I was ready for her to fuck me. I watched as Diane broke our kiss and her mouth moved its way downward. There was no stopping; she slid down my body until her face was over my pussy. Diane crouched low over my pussy and pulled the waistband of my panties down until she had uncovered my slit. A finger traced lightly up and down my slit while she blew softly on my pubic hair. I could feel the hairs parting with her breath then teasing my swollen clitoris. At last, she reached out with a pointed tongue, darting it again and again over my clit. Sometimes she sucked it into her mouth between her teeth, sometimes just licking it with a light flickering touch.
All I felt like saying was, “Fuck me, just fuck me, Diane,” which I am sure I did. My legs trembled as Diane knitted the three middle fingers of her left hand together and worked them several inches up between my legs and inside me. As I strained frantically forward and upward to force her fingers deeper into me, Diane again and took my vulva into her, hot mouth, sucking rhythmically on my clitoris at the same time as she slid her three fingers in and out. Sometimes she inserted her fingers only an inch or two, sometimes as far as she could go.
It was an intensely sensuous delight. Her fingers in my vagina producing a hardness and knobbiness of stimulation that no cock ever did. The sucking and teasing of my pussy, was unlike anything I had ever felt or thought possible. Diane expertly brought me to the edge of an orgasm then paused, brought me to the edge again and paused. Over and over for what seemed like hours and then she let me go. With a loud guttural roar, my orgasm tore through me like wildfire, searing my body with the most intense pleasure. I felt myself come into Diane’s mouth with a bursting rush with each of my pussy spasms.
While I was still throbbing and jerking my hips forward, Diane pulled herself on top of me, kissing me for the first time after becoming my new lover. Then I felt her pussy mound press down on mine. At the same time, she reached behind me and pulled me against her. “Keep moving your hips; push against me and don’t stop.” I could feel her pussy juices running between my lips. Her hard clit found mine and we ground together. “Don’t stop,” Diane kept whispering. I reached around Diane and pulled her harder against me as I could feel myself getting close again. Then suddenly, Diane’s body went stiff and as she exploded in a ferocious orgasm that brought me along again.
Diane stayed on top of me for some time. Our bodies were slick with perspiration which in and of itself was an erotic feeling. I looked out the window and it had gotten dark. “What time is it?” “Eight” said Diane. “We have been fucking for more than five hours!” she cried.
We decided to have dinner together then come back to her house for a nitecap. After we had showered and began to dress, Diane said, “You look fabulous. Do something for me. Leave your panties here. Wear nothing under your skirt; you can think of me all the way through dinner.” I laughed. “And, I’m going to keep them” she said. “Only if I can have yours” I whispered. “Deal.”
A fabulous dinner under a starry sky was followed by champagne on Diane’s deck looking out to San Francisco. Diane took me hand and whispered “Ellen, would you like to stay the night?”
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