I move my mouth from her lips, I follow the curve of her face with tender, soft kisses, I drift down onto her neck. The incredible silky neck is a joy to kiss and nibble. Usually, action is greeted with delicate moans as they turn for you to allow you access. Yes, she is one such woman. I move down her body, kissing every inch of skin I cross. She is starting to wriggle beneath me. This is getting her desire flowing. She wants to see what more I have to give her.
It had
been the longest day at work to finish the longest week. I was so glad it
was the last Friday of the month. This meant only one thing, my online book
club was getting together to gossip about their latest read. We all would
have a glass of wine or two as we swapped ideas on our most recent book.
I had a feeling tonight
would be a good session as they had picked an erotic novel this time.
I was settled in front of my laptop, wine in hand, waiting for all the other
girls to log on. Once they had all arrived, it became clear the book's topic had got them all in cheeky moods, there were lots of suggestive messages, and we hadn't even got to discussing the book at that point. Once we got into
the main discussion, it revealed what the other girls liked
and did not.
One section had an
all-too-brief liaison between two women; personally, I would have loved to have
seen more of this, 4 out of the 6 of my friends weren't bothered by it
but weren't overly turned on, and one friend had admitted it had turned
her on and that it had taken her by surprise. I was surprised that so few of us
were drawn to the physicality and sensuality of other women. I find both
women and men attractive, but the pastime of pleasuring a woman is hard to beat.
We had finished discussing the book, but we always took our chatter late on
into the evening. The wine had clearly taken effect, as had the book's content. Suddenly they all seemed to think it was funny to post their bums and bra-clad boobs as their profile pictures, asking the rest of us what we thought the
lead character would like to do to that.
I mainly was just thinking about what I would like to do with all the shapely figures I was teased with. My
curious Britney, though, did not seem to be joining in. I admit I was a bit
disappointed as she had always intrigued me most out of all the others. She
seemed to have a lovely nature, her comments were always kind and fair, and
I was eager to put a face to her name.
As if the Gods had answered my plea, my curious Britney found her courage. I
was not prepared for the vision she was, though. Her first picture was her
beautiful face, gorgeous plump pouting lips, lips I was sure I would kiss if
they were brought too close to mine, and beautiful eyes framed by the loveliest
long eyelashes. Everyone was quick to compliment her, and rightly so, such an adorable face.
She rebuffed our
compliments but did seem to find some added confidence from them, as she
graced us with two more pictures, fully embracing the game the others had
started. A good body to go with that beautiful face, curves absolutely where
they should be, oh, her picture was almost too much to take. It had been a long
time since a woman had bowled me over like this. Then just as I thought I would
have to take a break so as not to say something inappropriate, she gave us all
the treat of seeing her knicker-clad bottom. So peachy and smooth, the
compliments I wished to provide entirely crossed the boundaries. 'Yes, you have a
lovely bottom, so lovely I'd like to bite it and spank it.' Hardly the best
thing I could say.
I could tell they were all getting progressively tipsier, and as amusing as
their sexual confessions and comical outbursts were, I was starting to feel a
little frustrated. It was hard not to imagine all manner of naughty things when
they were so explicit. My curious Britney had also come out of her shell,
and some of the information she shared made me ache with a desire to please
her. So I excused myself for the evening and took the spoil-sport jibes on the
chin and went to bed to be alone with my thoughts.
Oh, how she teased me. Visiting me in my dreams where I could not resist her.
Her divine body encased in a sexy red chemise made all the more appealing by
those luscious dark locks tied in a ponytail that was begging to be
grabbed.
I
thought where I could direct those plump lips if I took that ponytail in my
hand. I am rushing, though. She is curious, showing how much
pleasure can be found in two women coming together. I need to take her slowly
through this new experience she desires. She is looking at me through those
beautiful lashes, and I want all of her at once. I want to lose myself in her
and her pleasure.
I go to her, I take her
soft hands in mine, hands I want to feel all over my body, I want to feel her
little trembles as she moves uncertainly across my skin, unsure as to what to
try and where to go. I will tell her, though. I will say to her, show her, lay her down upon my bed, and show her how you touch and caress a
woman. I will be patient and resist the urge to ravish her. Where should
I start with one so alluring? When every bit of her is calling to me, begging
for me.
As she lays before me, I dip my mouth to hers. Oh my, to kiss those lips is
like taking a sip of heaven itself. So soft, complete, tentative, and then
she relaxes into my kiss, and those lips become eager. She likes this, this kiss
of mine upon her sweet lips. Will she respond the same when I move my mouth to
the soft, wet lips of her pussy? I hope so. I slow my thoughts down. We have
barely begun.
I move my mouth from her lips, I follow the curve of her face with tender, soft
kisses, I drift down onto her neck. The incredible silky neck is a
joy to kiss and nibble; usually, an action greeted with delicate moans as they
turn for you to allow you access. Yes, she is one such woman. I move down her
body, kissing every inch of skin I cross. She is starting to wriggle beneath
me. This is getting her desire flowing. She wants to see what more I have to
give her.
I free her breasts from the confines of her pretty chemise, one single tug of a
silky front tie, and they are free. Free and glorious. So complete and shapely, her
equally gorgeous nipples are standing erect for me, showing me she is enjoying
my exploration of her.
I take one breast in my
hand and a nipple in my mouth, my free hand playing with her enticing ponytail.
As I lick and suck on her nipples, I feel greedy for her. I use my hands to take
as much of her breast into my mouth as I can, and she is moaning for me, moaning
for more. She loves to have her beautiful breasts adored by my mouth. Oh, the curious one, I would love you whenever you wished.
I can wait no longer. I need to see how a divine beauty like this tastes. As I
remove her lacy red knickers, I am overjoyed to feel how her juices have soaked
them, confirming that I have pleased her with my affections. I push those
shapely thighs apart to see how wet she is for me. As I run a finger up
her wet slit, I cannot resist the urge to taste her, I lower my head, and my
sense is aflame.
Her vision is one
thing, but her scent also has me giddy with lust. She smells sweet and musky
and so ready. I know then she will taste like no other. Then my tongue is on
her. She is warm and wet. My pussy is aching for her now.
I lick her pussy and suck on her clit. She arches her back and pushes up into
me. She tells me this is good and how she likes it. I am pleased she
is becoming vocal. She is relaxing now, letting herself go to revel in the
pleasure I am creating for her. I keep going with what she likes. I also push
my fingers into her for added charm. She feels so perfect around my fingers,
so eager for them as her pussy pushes down onto them. I curve my fingers, searching for the spot to cause her more sensations.
She is telling me yes, that
this is the spot. She is so ready that I can feel how close she is, so I increase
my efforts and give her what she craves. She is ecstatic, her sweet voice
calling out to me as her juices flow for me. She is in heaven, and she is my
little taste of heaven.
As she returns to me from her orgasmic haze, she begins to show signs of
shyness. No, my curious one, don't be shy, here let me show you. I lie beside
her, take her hand in mine and place it on my breast. I tell her to mimic my
actions touch what appeals to her. Those hands of her could do no wrong to my
body. She hesitantly follows my instructions, every now and then looking up at
me for approval through those thick, long lashes. Oh, the curious one, you are just
so pretty.
She is finding her courage now, she licks at my nipples, and when I arch my back
towards her mouth, she instinctively sucks at them. I can feel her hand slowly
brushing the skin of my stomach, I can feel she wants to explore lower, but she
is uncertain still. I suggest a different approach so she doesn't feel
pressured to concentrate on bringing me pleasure.
I show her how we can place
ourselves pussy to pussy, clit to clit. How our individual desires can bring
the other pleasure. She likes this. She grinds with me as we both make each
other moan.
As she becomes more aroused, she becomes bolder again. I love this. I would keep her produced all the time if I could make her feel courageous
too. She whispers to me so sweetly that she would like to taste me as I did
her. This makes me want to taste her again, so I get her to straddle my face as
she leans down to put her lovely lips and gentle tongue on my pussy.
She is cautious, but it
feels fantastic. She is grinding her pussy against my mouth. As I thrust my
tongue up to meet her advances, her own efforts on my pussy are increased. She
has stopped being cautious or following my lead, she has found her enjoyment of
the task, and she is lost to it now. It feels wonderful. She is pulling my
climax to the surface without even trying. I start to call out to her, telling
her how good it feels and how she will make me come. She, too, is going to
go again. My mouth is eager to take her juices.
As my vision of her makes me climax, as her own orgasm makes her pussy clench
around my tongue and her excellent taste flow into my mouth, my own hand, lost
to my dream, is working frantically to create my own pleasure.
I wake in the grip of orgasm, my curious Britney filling my mind. What I would give for it to not be a dream. Oh, that the Gods would look upon me favourably once more and bring her to me to sample her sweet delights in my waking state.
