A Crescendo

Leila and Kirsten caught a cab and rode the short distance to Leila’s house, both quietly anticipating what was to come. When they arrived the two bolted from the cab so quickly that Leila nearly forgot to pay the driver. The two women darted inside as soon as the door was unlocked and their hands were all over one another. Leila peeled Kirsten out of the tight dress she wore to reveal her perfect nude body underneath and smiled as she definitely liked what she saw. She planted tiny kisses on each of Kirsten’s nipples and led her into the bedroom.

Kirsten pressed her body against Leila’s with a smile, “I seem to be at a disadvantage here. Why aren’t we both naked?” She spun Leila around and unzipped the leather dress she was wearing and pushed it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. Like Leila, Kirsten had been nude under her dress and both women reveled in the sight of each others bodies. They came together for a kiss and fell back onto the bed.

Laughing, they tussled for a moment before Leila gave in and let Kirsten pin her to the bed. Another kiss was shared and this time Kirsten was the aggressor, her tongue darting out to taste her partner’s lips. Leila moaned softly and the two had a moment where they battled for control of the kiss. Pulling apart, Kirsten kissed Leila gently, starting at the juncture of her earlobe and jaw and moving all the way down to her collarbone where she nipped lightly at her new friend’s skin. Leila wiggled against Kirsten so she nipped again a tiny bit harder before licking the same place gently, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. Kirsten resumed her kisses working her way towards Leila’s breasts where she planted kisses all over, completely avoid the hardened peaks that were Leila’s nipples for now. Meanwhile her hands played in Leila’s hair, tugging gently, moved down to her shoulders and the length of her arms, just reveling in the feel of the woman beneath her.

Finally, Kirsten gave in and wrapped her lips around one of Leila’s nipples sucking and biting at it gently while she found the other with her hand and pinched it causing Leila to moan out loud. After a moment she switched sides and Leila was moaning loudly, her nipples being incredibly sensitive. She wanted to orgasm just from Kirsten playing with her nipples and told her that she wanted it, needed it harder. So Kirsten, with a nipple between her teeth and one in her fingers, bit down and pinched at the same time harder than she would have otherwise and Leila’s hips bucked off the bed. She’d been so ready to come with Kirsten hands and mouth on her body a little more pressure was all it had taken. Kirsten let go of Leila’s nipples and kissed them both gently, sucking at them, drawing out the orgasm until Leila begged her to stop. Kirsten smiled innocently up at Leila and ran her hands down her sides, almost, but not quite, tickling. Leila laughed anyway and grinned at Kirsten. “See? I told you, you’d be a quick study. Now, my dear, if you please I want to feel that hot little mouth of yours on my pussy.”

Immediately Kirsten obliged, sliding down her way down Leila’s body and kneeling on the floor, pulling Leila to the edge of the bed. Gently, almost tentatively, she licked Leila’s wet folds, but quickly became more aggressive, tracing patterns against Leila’s skin, flicking at her clit, and taking her time getting to taste the woman who had given her such pleasure earlier. Leila was squirming against her so she assumed she was doing things correctly and swiped her tongue quickly from bottom to top of Leila’s wetness, bring a sigh from the other woman’s lips. So she did it again slow this time and grinned at the noises Leila began to make. Kirsten licked around the outside of Leila’s pussy tasting her juices, sweet as they were and slipped her tongue inside, fucking her with it. Leila’s back arched and that’s when Kirsten took a gentle finger and rubbed Leila’s clit ever so gently. With no warning Leila came apart in another massive orgasm, her hips humping against Kirsten’s face as she squirted everywhere as she came. Kirsten tried to taste as much of Leila as she could and then pulled back with a little giggle. She climbed back onto the bed wiping her face with her fingers and sucking them clean before kissing Leila tenderly. “I’m really glad you found me in the club. This is much more fun than dancing.” They both laughed and shared another kiss before Leila pulled Kirsten into a hug. “I say we do this all night long.”

 

If you’d like to read more about Kirsten and Leila and how they met you can read about their first experience, here.

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Wicked Wednesday 290 – Marathon – (Running Buddies)

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Sometimes a marathon can be long and drawn out. It can be 26.2 miles of running or it can be an intense, but long playtime session in a dungeon. I would, obviously, prefer the latter. But a marathon can also turn into other things. Just as it has a beginning so it comes to an end.

Liza and Beth had survived their first marathon together and were celebrating their sore bodies and personal victories with food and drinks in a local pub. They’d started with plenty of water, but Liza decided she wanted a glass of wine which turned into two and Beth followed suit. Neither woman was drunk, but they were more than willing to start delving into more detail, as their relationship had previously been only about training for the marathon. The ladies were single and neither of them had pursued relationships because they just couldn’t seem to find that right someone.

Suddenly, Liza grinned at Beth and spoke, “What if we’ve been looking in the wrong places all this time? Perhaps a man isn’t what we need.” Both of them laughed softly, but Liza had only been partially joking since she was bisexual and attracted to Beth. She wondered if Beth might feel the same way when the other woman looked at her. “I’ve never even kissed another woman, but I’ve thought about it.” That seemed promising to Liza who smiled at her friend. “Well maybe you should try it sometime. You might decide you quite like it.” “Have you ever done it?” Beth inquired. Liza took a sip of her wine and nodded slowly. “Yes I have. More than once. I find it to be enjoyable.” “Why?” “Because I just do. I’m wired that way. But to me women are, in their own ways both softer and harder than men. I’ve certainly known them to be more demanding, but also to be just as shy.” Beth looked down and then back up at Liza, “I think I might be the shy type.” Liza grinned, “The only way to find out is to try it. And you might be shy at first but be more aggressive later on. It all depends on your comfort level and experience.” She shrugged her shoulders and watched Beth carefully for any sign of possible interest.

And they danced around the subject for weeks, talking about sex and sexuality, with Liza sometimes scandalizing the more innocent Beth. Not to say that Beth was naive or sheltered; she just had no idea that some things that were considered deviant weren’t really deviant at all. And that’s when she let herself realize that she was attracted to Liza. Then one day after a run in the park, in which Beth spent a fair amount of time dropping back to stare at Liza’s shapely ass, she seriously began to wonder what it would be like to fuck her friend. She realized her wanting had become a marathon of its own with no finish line in sight.

Liza was perfectly aware of what seemed to be Beth’s burgeoning attraction to her, but didn’t want to push too hard and scare her off. She was trying to figure out how to take things further, but wanted to move at a pace Beth would be comfortable with. Finally she decided on a course of action. As they were cooling down after their most recent run, Liza gathered her courage and spoke up, “Alright, I know you’ve been checking out my ass and you aren’t exactly shying away from the conversations we have about sex. So, are you as attracted to me as you appear to me or just curious?” Beth turned several shades of pink and looked down at the ground, feeling very shy. Then she looked up, meeting Liza’s dark brown eyes and walked over to her, rested her hands on her shoulders and leaned up into the taller woman for just the briefest of kisses. Gentle and sweet, it lasted for only a moment, but it was enough as the sparks seemed to shoot between them. “My house is closer,” came Beth’s voice quietly.

The two women made their way to Beth’s house and as soon as they entered and the front door shut Liza wrapped her arms around Beth and simply said, “Where?” as she lifted her off her feet. Beth motioned down the hallway to the left and Liza carried her to her bedroom before depositing her on the bed with a kiss. “Are you sure about this, Beth? I mean, I’ve been wanting this for a while, but I know you’re nervous.” “I am nervous, but I’ve spent ages lusting over you, and yes, staring at your ass. I realized I wanted this weeks ago, but wasn’t brave enough to speak up so I’m glad you finally did.”

With that, Beth immediately stripped down and let Liza look at her. “You are gorgeous. And I want to do delicious things to you.” Liza’s voice was husky with need and she quickly undressed before crawling onto the bed and holding onto Beth who immediately and playful grabbed at Liza’s ass like she had been wanting to do for months now. They both laughed at this and shared a kiss. Soon Beth became the aggressor, kissing and licking, and nibbling at her new lover’s neck and lower to her breasts. She could taste the faint tang of salt and sweat from their run and she loved it. She felt almost animalistic and primal. Finally as she kissed and rubbed her way down Liza’s body and reached the juncture between her thighs, she looked up, nervous again. “What do I do?”

Liza smiled down at Beth, “What would you like done to you?” “Hmmm…” Beth grinned suddenly and lowered her head gently teasing Liza, tasting her slowly, the way she’d always wished someone would take their time with her. Beth wanted to build an orgasm and then tear it screaming from Liza’s throat. Beth traced the lines of Liza’s skin with her tongue, stopping to flick it across her clit here and there or dipping lower to taste her. Liza had never been one to want to wait for her orgasms, but this was different with Beth; she was content to let her do as she pleased. And Beth slowly edged Liza closer and closer to orgasm, eventually bringing her so close only to stop and make Liza moan her frustration. Beth grinned and kissed Liza’s clit, sucking it into her mouth, her arms wrapped around the other woman’s spread thighs. Liza gasped and began to buck her hips up and down, the sensation being just what she needed. “More, please more.” Beth bit down very gently and pulled, scraping her teeth along the sensitive skin. Liza gasped at that and Beth did it again before resuming her sucking. And then Liza was thrashing about on the bed, not quite screaming, but close enough for Beth. After Liza came down and was relaxed again Beth looked up at her. “How’d I do?” Liza smiled. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you’d done that before. C’mere and let me have you.”

Boudoir

Erica was both nervous and excited. She was camera shy, but wanted to take these photos, just for herself if nothing else. Mostly to see if she could see what so many other people, including her husband, seemed to see that she could not. So without telling a soul she booked a boudoir session with a local photographer who was known for making people comfortable in front of the camera.

When she arrived at the studio Erica was unsure what to expect but the pretty blonde adjusting lights wasn’t quite it. For some reason she’d pictured someone very no nonsense, not this young looking woman with her hair in a pony tail. “Umm…hello?” The woman turned and she was stunning. Chocolate brown eyes, high cheek bones and that blonde hair all set off a stunning complexion. “Oh hi! You must be Erica. I’m Laurel and I’ll be shooting you today. You can change into your first outfit over there and make any hair or make up touches as you need. I’ll be ready to start here shortly.”

Erica ducked over to the screened off area where Laurel had pointed out she could changed and opted for a hot pink fishnet dress with matching bra and panties that set off her chocolate skin perfectly. She checked her make up in the mirror one last time and ran her hands through her hair even though it looked just fine the way it was. Shyly she peeked out from behind the screen and saw Laurel watching for her. “Come on, don’t be shy! You’re gorgeous and these pictures will show it.” Erica took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the screen in her lingerie and walked over to the shooting area. Laurel took a few test shots and adjusting the lighting a bit more before nodding approvingly. “You ready? Just relax and do whatever comes naturally. Let yourself feel confident and sexy and let that show.”

Eventually the photos became better and better as Erica relaxed. Laurel watched her subject through the lens of her camera and, unexpectedly, became very turned on. They broke for an outfit change which resulted in Erica calling out to Laurel for an extra pair of hands to lace her into a beautiful brocade corset and adjust her garters in the back. The touch of Laurel’s hands on the backs of Erica’s thighs got her attention in a way she’d never felt before, even with her husband and she wondered if Laurel had felt the spark as well.

They resumed shooting, this time on the bed in the studio, getting some close ups of Erica’s face and breasts. Nothing lewd or untasteful, just sexy, slightly revealing photos that Erica could choose to share…or not. Laurel began to reach out and touch her subject, moving her this way and that and each time she did, they both felt that spark of attraction and wondered if the other felt it too. Finally, Laurel stopped shooting and point blank asked Erica if she felt the same attraction to her that she felt to Erica. “The other woman nodded, “I do. And I don’t understand it. Do you?” “No, but I am curious…” And laurel captured the shot of Erica’s surprised face laughing softly. “Aren’t you?” “Well, yes, but…” “No buts.” And Laurel sat her camera aside and leaned forward and kissed Erica softly. The ignition was immediate and Erica pulled the petite woman onto the bed.

Their kisses became more frantic as they both struggled to free Erica from her corset and Laurel from her skin tight jeans. Their mouths and hands were everywhere fueling each others desire. Finally freed from her clothing Erica grabbed Laurel and pinned her to the bed, biting gently at her nipples for a moment before sliding down and burying her face between the other woman’s thighs. They both felt there was no time here to waste. Laurel wiggled and squirmed both at Erica’s ministrations and in order to get herself to a position where she could touch Erica. When she could reach her fingers circled Erica’s clit eliciting a moan from the other woman and Laurel began to touch and tease, barely sliding her fingers in and out of Erica’s wetness. The two women, for all their inexperience, dove wholeheartedly into the explorations of each others bodies. It took no time at all for them to become quite familiar and even less time for Laurel to be coming on Erica face. Erica held Laurel in place and sucked on her clit until she begged her to stop and then kissed the blonde’s inner thigh gently before resting her head there as Laurel continued to probe and finger her pussy. Finally Laurel found that oh so sweet spot she wanted and rubbed her fingers back and forth had and fast, wanting, no needing, to make Erica orgasm for her. The touch worked and Erica was suddenly writing on the bed as her orgasm hit. Before she could recover Laurel had grabbed the camera and clicked a few quick shots of this beautiful woman, sated and happy, before locking the studio door and returning to the bed with Erica.

Wicked Wednesday 275 – Eye Contact – (Look at Me)

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Sunny threw her head back, eyes closed, riding out the amazing orgasm that she was having. Even when alone she kept her eyes closed as she came. It had bothered some previous partners that she couldn’t or wouldn’t look at them during sex, but she was just so self conscious and kind of subscribed to the silly notion that “if I can’t see you, you can’t see me.” That was how her sex life had always been and she didn’t see it changing anytime soon.

Melanie wandered into the bedroom just in time to see Sunny’s eyes close again as she fingered herself to orgasm and shook her head a little. She wanted to see the look in Sunny’s eyes as she orgasmed so much. She’d asked Sunny to try, but she really hadn’t made any progress. Melanie pondered how best to approach the subject again, but only for a moment for the scent of her girlfriend’s sweet pussy called out to her drifting through the room and Melanie began to kiss her way up Sunny’s thighs, startling the other woman into opening her green eyes for the moment. Sunny stared down at Melanie and watched her face as she inched closer and closer to what they both wanted.

Suddenly, watching her girlfriend get closer and closer, Sunny understood Melanie’s need for eye contact but she still wasn’t sure if she could do it. She’d always been so overly aware of her body and the way she looked and those things had always driven her to screw her eyes shut every time she’d ever had sex. There was something inside of her that wanted to let go, but the fear of it had a stranglehold on her.

Melanie dipped her head, still staring at Sunny and slowly licked her pussy, running her tongue from the bottom to the top and then did it again, a tiny bit faster. Sunny moaned and tried to keep watching her girlfriend, but after a short moment of eye contact while Melanie licked and sucked at her, it began to be too much, although it was the most Sunny had managed so far. Melanie was proud of her for trying so hard and to reward her, she stopped teasing and earnestly began to play with Sunny. Wrapping her lips around Sunny’s already swollen clit she sucked hard and fast while slipping two fingers into her already dripping cunt. Sunny moaned and let her head fall back on the bed, alternately opening and closing her eyes, trying to relax and just let Melanie have her way. Sunny wanted to look down her body at her girlfriend and she could feel Melanie’s eyes on her, watching, but just couldn’t seem to move as another orgasm burst through her body.

Sunny shivered as she came down from the rush of her orgasm and felt Melanie’s fingers keep moving inside of her. She felt a third finger slip inside and moaned softly, wanting Melanie to move faster and harder. Instead, Melanie just looked up at her. “I’m going to tease you until you look at me and then you can orgasm.” And she gave Sunny a devilish grin, curling her fingers only slightly, but not quite enough. Sunny groaned, partially in frustration and partially out of the fear that she wouldn’t be able to do as Melanie asked.

As Melanie fingered her girlfriend, almost casually, she planted kisses against Sunny’s dark skin, wherever she could reach and watched Sunny intently. Sunny, for her part, was enjoying the attention and trying to psych herself up about keeping her eyes open for a change. But her heart was going a mile a minute at the same time. She took a few deep breaths and then let out a tiny squeak when she felt Melanie’s thumb rubbing circles around her clit. Sunny could feel another orgasm building, very slowly, but it was there. She managed to peek down at Melanie, who was watching like a hawk and with that one little peek, Melanie’s fingers sped up ever so slightly. “That’s good babe. I know you can do this; you’re going to do this. I want to see the look in those beautiful eyes when you come for me.” And Melanie pressed her thumb against Sunny’s clit firmly, then gently, repeating this pattern as her fingers fluttered ever so gently inside of Sunny who was beginning to squirm a bit at all of the attention. Slowly, Melanie eased a fourth finger into her girlfriend’s pussy and Sunny’s hips bucked of their own according taking Melanie a little deeper. “Ooohhh, that feels good,” Sunny opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long moment, willing herself to lift her head and look down at Melanie. She wanted to ask to be fisted and she knew if she wasn’t looking when she asked Melanie would just tease her with the idea of it. Melanie must have had the same thought, “Sunny, look at me. Tell me what you want. We both know you want my whole hand in your pussy. I can already feel you clenching around me.”

Sunny gasped and slowly began to lift her head before letting it fall back. She took a deep breath and then another before she was able to move again and her green eyes met Melanie’s brown ones. “Please…,” her voice was just a whispered breath. Melanie smiled at Sunny and folded her thumb inward before slowly moving forward, letting her fingers just naturally slip into Sunny’s wetness. Both of them groaned softly and Melanie watched Sunny. “Keep your eyes on me love. I want to see you.”

Sunny struggled to keep from closing her out of pure habit, but forced herself to focus intently on Melanie’s face as though she were memorizing every detail, while Melanie’s hand moved ever so slowly and gently inside of her. Sunny played with her nipples idly, pulling and tugging at them as she stared down at her girlfriend. Melanie smiled as she felt Sunny relax a little and moved her hand a bit faster; she reached up with her other hand and rubbed Sunny’s clit hard and fast. As Sunny’s orgasm threatened to overtake her, she fought the reflex to close her eyes and just come. Suddenly there was no thinking about it, no fighting it, she just came all over Melanie’s hand, hard, and moaned out loud as she watched Melanie. Melanie smiled and watched the emotions crossing Sunny’s face, that particular spark in her eyes, and fell more in love with her girlfriend in that moment. As her orgasm slowed and then came to a gentle end Sunny let her head fall back onto the bed, eyes still open and smiled. Melanie slowly slipped her hand from inside of Sunny and slip up the bed to cuddle. “That was amazing, Babe.”

Wicked Wednesday – 261 – Waves (Sounds of an Orgasm)

The bass thumped and beat in a steady rhythm, pounding in time to the dancers movements. The club was dark, lit with intermittent strobe lights and flashes of neon signs at the bar. In a writhing sea of bodies, one almost stood out, not really dancing, but scanning the floor with a drink in hand. They tossed back their drink and wove in and out of the gyrating crowd to find a table, laughing at the touches received on the way through, Nothing like being an attractive women to garner such attention in a club. But she didn’t want any of them. No, she was looking for something better, something different.

Her looks was predatory almost as she watched the dancing masses and picked through the crowd before finally spotting her prey. She danced her way over to the pretty young woman and smiled at her. They both shimmied to the music gradually getting closer to one another until they were dancing alone with no crowd between them. The dark haired woman leaned in so she could be heard, “I’m Leila. What’s your name?” “Kirsten,” came the reply. And Leila smiled at her, almost a naughty grin. “Well hello there, Kirsten.” Leila danced even closer to Kirsten putting her hands on her hips and slowly grinding against the pretty brunette. Both women had tan complexions and dark hair, but the similarities ended there as one was blue eyed, the other brown and their height difference would be a useful thing later in the night.

The pair danced and talked, but mostly danced and Kirsten was a little shocked when Leila pulled her closer to grind their bodies together As the initial shock wore off Kirsten decided it felt really good and began to move in time with Leila. They heard nothing but the sound waves that created the music and felt nothing but one another as the dance turned more sensual when the beat changed. Kirsten was feeling brave at this point, having been dancing with this gorgeous creature and leaned forward to give her a quick, teasing kiss on the lips. Leila grinned at her and leaned in for a kiss of her own, a press of lips against lips and a tiny nibble before pulling away. They traded kisses growing bolder and bolder as they knew they were just anonymous strangers to everyone else on the dance floor.

Slowly, Leila steered them towards a dark corner where the light and strobes never reached and slid her hands down Kirsten’s spandex clad body. It was no quieter here in the dark, but was more private than the crowded floor full of people. The music pulsed steadily and they kissed again their bodies rocking to the sounds around them. Leila grabbed Kirsten’s ass and jerked her closer and this time the look on her face was decidedly wicked. “I’m going to finger you right here, against this wall, in this club full of people until you can’t take anymore. Do you want that? Do you want to feel my fingers inside you, stroking and touching your most sensitive parts, brushing against your clit? Tell me that you do and I will but tell me to stop and it all ends here. Your call.”

Kirsten tilted her head and leaned in so Leila would hear her. “I’ve never done this before. I mean…I’ve always wanted to, but never thought I’d be with a woman when it happened. Will you show me?” Leila’s hands ran up Kirsten’s thighs taking the tight dress with her so it was sitting just above a gorgeous, trimmed pussy and rubbed a single finger along Kirsten’s clit. Leila and Kirsten both could feel the tension in the air, knowing that they might get caught was exhilarating. Leila kept stroking gently and soon Kirsten was leaned against the wall, her hips just beginning to twitch at Leila’s every touch. Leila worked with the sound of the music, using the pounding bass as her guide. Kirsten moaned at this and knowing the music would mask her sounds gradually grew a little more vocal, begging Leila to fuck her pussy, her hips bucking harder now, slightly off the beat. She grabbed Kirsten’s hip with one hand and slowly circled the opening of Kirsten’s soaked cunt, before sinking two fingers inside of her. Kirsten went wild and her hips bounced off the wall, riding Leila’s fingers as Leila hit her in all the right places, over and over. The waves of Kirsten’s orgasm washed over her, but Leila never stopped her ministrations, just fucking her through the orgasm, which only triggered another one immediately after the first.

Leila stopped what she was doing, removed her fingers, and looking directly at Kirsten deliberately sucked the juices from them one by one. It was one of the most erotic things Kirsten had ever seen and she could feel that third orgasm already building. “Please don’t stop Leila.” Leila was happy to oblige and this time teased Kirsten’s clit until she orgasmed again. The music was still a wall of sound for them and it vibrated through their bodies, washed over them as the ocean does the shore and Leila knelt, at the perfect height and licked Kirsten, who moaned loudly, her noises drowned out by the crowd and the music. Leila took that as an encouraging sign and simply buried her face against Kirsten’s pussy, eating her out, tasting her, and sucking the juices from her body as though a woman starving. Kirsten began to buck, riding Leila’s face with an intensity that surprised them both and her fourth orgasm of the night pounded through her body in a rhythm that matched the music as it poured over them in waves.

Leila stood, pulling Kirsten’s dress back down and kissed the other woman. “Shall we continue this somewhere more comfortable perhaps? Maybe in a bed; I don’t live far.” Kirsten nodded, “Only if I get to return the favor, but you’ll have to be patient with me. This is all quite new.” Leila shot her a look filled with desire. “Everyone is new at something. I think you’ll be a quick study though.” They shared another passionate kiss and Kirsten could taste herself on Leila’s lips. It was intoxicating and only made her want more. “Let’s go,” she breathed against Leila’s lips.

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KOTW – Jeans (Caught Staring)

She slid out of the cherry red convertible and turned back to reach for her purse. And that’s when I noticed her. Skin tight jeans, hugging curves in all the right places with dark hair falling around her. Her body was divine. When she turned back around I found that her face matched the rest of her and I was hopeful that I’d get the chance to say hello.

These meet-ups for the local queer community in my relatively small city usually yielded nothing but boredom and if you were unlucky heartache, but sometimes it was nice to get out and just reconnect with people who would understand what the discrimination is like. But this woman in her red convertible and tight jeans was new. I placed myself near the door and slipped in behind her, my gaze drawn to her ass. What a lovely sight. Unfortunately for me there was a mirror I had forgotten about and I got caught staring for once. “Like what you see?,” came a melodic voice and I blushed a little at having been caught before looking up at her taller frame and grinned wickedly. “Absolutely. I’m Jessica,” and I offered her my hand.

“Amy, and I do believe the pleasure is mine,” she replied with a wink. “Tell me about these events anyway.” I shrugged and briefly explained the format of the evening and she looked decidedly bored. “I have a better idea. Let’s go grab a drink and if you’re up for it, home home with me tonight.” I arched an eyebrow, “Me? Why me?” I asked incredulously. I’m petite and have no curves to speak of and don’t feel I’m very pretty, but the woman in front of me just laughed. “Because I think you’re pretty. And I want to get to know you more…intimately.” And her eyes ran the length of my body, undressing me with her eyes. I swallowed back my trepidation and nodded, “Let’s get out of here.”

As she drove Amy glanced at me, “So…you like my ass huh?” I shot her look of my own and smiled, “Indeed I do. And just about now I’m glad I got caught staring.” We were sitting at a stoplight when she leaned over and kissed me. I could taste her lipstick and feel how soft her lips were. A group of guys in the car next to us started cheering and we parted laughing, just before the light turned green and Amy pulled away. “You know what, “I said, feeling bold, “Let’s skip the drinks if you don’t mind.”

The only response I got was a sharp turn in the opposite direction from the bar and a few moments later we were upstairs in her apartment. Giving no warning I grabbed Amy and pulled her closer to me, my hands immediately finding her ass. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me because normally I was quite shy, but this woman awakened my senses in a way I’d never felt before. She pushed herself closer to me and leaned in for a kiss for the ages. I desperately wanted more, but I loved her ass in those pants so much it was hard to want her to take them off.

I gave one last squeeze and met her lips for another kiss, this one just as searing as the last. “Ohhhh, between these kisses and your ass in those jeans I want you so bad.” “Come and get me, then.” Amy turned and walked away towards what I assumed was her bedroom and I followed staring happily at her denim clad ass the entire time. Reaching the bedroom Amy peeled off her t-shirt and bra motioning for me to strip as well, but I wanted to see all of her first. I was fixated on her perfection. Finally she slid off those pants and turned slowly in a circle. Her ass was just as good out of the jeans. “Your turn.”

Sliding my hands under my shirt I removed it slowly; I was almost shy about my leaner body compared to her curves, but I figured that she must have seen something she liked in me. I stripped the rst of my clothing off and like her turned in a slow circle. Amy was grinning at me when I turned back around and stepped back into the circle of my arms. “You are gorgeous,” she claimed and I couldn’t help but let out a nervous giggle. No one had ever called me that before. Her head tilted and her dark brown eyes looked inquisitive. “I don’t mean to laugh, but no one has ever told me that before. I’m flattered, but it feels unusual to hear it too.” “Then I’ll say it again. You are gorgeous.” And she skimmed her hands down my body, stopping to tease and touch in all the right places. I sighed and snaked my arms around her waist, feeling her satin skin and realized I couldn’t wait any longer to have this woman. I maneuvered her back against the bed and gently shoved her over. She gave a soft laugh at it and squirmed up onto the bed for me. Eagerly I followed and began kissing up her body, my hands following the path of my lips. I kissed her gently, just below her belly button and she let out a giggle, so I did it again just to hear that laughter. My hands held her hips gently and I looked up at her. “Please.” was all she said to me so I lowered my mouth to her mound and began to kiss her there, working my way down swirling my tongue across her clit, nibbling here and there, enjoying the feel and taste of her. Amy lifted her hips and I quickly slid my hands beneath her, grabbed her ass and began to tongue her pussy in earnest. A moan escaped her and her hands found my hair, guiding me into just the right spots that left her writhing on the bed. In short order I heard her breathing begin to hitch and as her body twitched beneath my mouth I knew her orgasm was close. Wrapping my lips around her clit I began to suck gently for a moment, then harder and harder still. I wanted to feel her orgasm. Amy let out a cry of delight and lifted her hips higher as she came for me. I dipped my head, tasting her juices and wanted to lick her until she couldn’t handle anymore.

Instead I got yanked up the bed, kissed fiercely and our dance began again as she flipped to my back. She started at the top, stopping to tease my sensitive nipples in a way that left me utterly breathless and caused my hips to arch against hers. I almost came then and there and she knew it. So my lovely Amy continued her sucking and biting and kissing and I began to gasp and squirm. She was going to make me orgasm before she ever touched my pussy. As I got closer and closer she was my only focus and without warning at the same moment the orgasm hit me Amy slid two fingers into my twitching pussy and fingered me hard and fast. I never stopped orgasming from her touch and lay there whimpering and moaning and squirming at her touch. It was the hottest thing I’d experienced to date. And I never wanted it to stop, but gradually I was just orgasmed out and Amy removed her fingers, licking at them like a cat and smiled at me. She joined me and we simply wrapped up in one another, kissing gently our hands touching and tracing each others skin. All because a pretty girl with a denim covered ass caught me staring.


 

Wicked Wednesday -249- Meeting (Surprise Encounter)

Liz was wandering the record store, looking at what they had to offer and anything new she could add to her collection. She found one that reminded her of a girlfriend she had in high school. She picked it up and headed for the register with it. As Liz waited in line she listened to the chatter of the cashier with the people in front of her and idly reminisced about how much she and Michaela had enjoyed listening to this album together. Liz wondered where her original copy had ended up; probably loaned out and never returned she figured as she paid for the record and left the store.

Exiting into the bright sunlight blinded Liz for a moment and she squinted, digging her sunglasses out of her bag. Now where she thought and the answer was a small coffee shop down the street; she turned to walk down the block and promptly bumped into someone walking towards her. “Oh I’m so sorry!” “No harm done,” came an all too familiar voice. Liz wondered if the face would match the voice and tiled her head upward and smiled. It did. She didn’t think Michaela quite recognized her from high school, but then that was ten years ago. “Hey, listen there’s a great little coffee shop down the street; can I buy you cup?” There was that familiar smile. “Sure.” The two women moseyed down the street and Liz grabbed the door ushering her companion into the space. “Grab a table would you? I’ll go order. What would you like?”

Liz knew exactly what Michaela would drink and sure enough in this heat it was an iced chai latte. She preferred a cold matcha latte for herself and upon getting the drinks, carried them back to the table. She sat down and ran her fingers through her short hair before sliding her sunglasses from her face. Michaela looked at her closely and the remarkable blue violet of Liz’s eyes finally gave her away. “Lizzy? What are you doing in Austin? I thought you lived out West.” Liz laughed; no one but Michaela had ever called her Lizzy and gotten away with it, “I was in San Diego for a while and it wasn’t bad, but I missed home. So I moved back, just far enough from Mom and Dad to keep them from driving me nuts. So here I am. What about you?” “Oh you know me. I’ve always been weird enough for Austin.”

They shared a laugh and idly chatted enjoying being out of the heat that shimmered across the pavement. When Michaela noticed the bag at Liz’s feet she was immediately interested as they had always shared a love of vinyl. “So what did you find good at the record store?” Liz laughed as she pulled it out of the bag and showed it to Michaela, who just laughed. “Of all the things to find today…what happened to your first copy though?” “I dunno, but I think we should go back to my place and listen to this, just for old times sake. Would your girlfriend mind? “Honey I haven’t had a girlfriend in three years believe it not. A one nighter here and there, but no one I really clicked with in such a big city. No I’ve ever clicked with since you and I really. Come on, I wanna hear it again.”

The two women headed back to Liz’s apartment and as soon as they arrived while Liz was unwrapping the record and queuing it up to play, Michaela immediately stripped down laughing softly to herself, knowing Liz would stare when she turned around. And stare she did; they had both been soft and sweet during high school, but the way Michaela looked now, sharp and lean with her narrow hips and peach shaped breasts blew Liz away. “Damn…you were always gorgeous, but somehow you’ve become more than perfection.” Michaela blushed then grinned naughtily at Liz. “Your turn.”

The never shy Liz laughed and peeled her clothes off. She’d always been the curvier of the two and had put on some weight in all the right places with ample breasts, rounded hips, and what look to be lush and kissable thighs. As the music played in the background the two began to dance together giggling and chatting, waiting to see who would make the first move. Turns out it was Liz who leaned in and kissed Michaela gently, tasting her lips. She pulled Liz close to her so they were pressed together from breasts to hips and ground against Liz’s curves. Pulling away Michaela smiled at her former lover. “Did you ever learn how beautiful you are?” Liz just blushed and rested her chin on Michaela’s shoulder. “I’ll take that as a no.” Michaela ran her fingers through Liz’s short hair and gently pulled her back to look at her face and they kissed again, harder this time using tongues and teeth, and lips, tasting one another as they never did all those years ago.

Very quickly the dancing and grinding turned into the two women on the living room floor. There was nothing gentle about their coupling as they fiercely clung to one another, fingers finding pussies and clits, both working hard to see who could make the other one come first. Liz willingly and happily lost that battle, her hips arching off the carpet. Then she rolled over pinning Michaela to the ground and buried her face in the other woman’s pussy, licking everywhere she could, enjoying the taste and smell of her. Before long Michaela was rolling her hips to meet Liz’s face as she got closer and closer to orgasm. Finally Liz switched exclusively to sucking gently and nibbling on Michaela’s clit and slid two fingers inside her in that lovely come hither motion that would hit her g-spot just so. It took only moments more before Michaela cried out and shoved her pussy into Liz’s face covering with her come. Michaela caught her breathe and immediately dove for Liz making short work of returning the favor of another orgasm licking and sucking and fingering Liz all at once. It was almost but not quite overwhelming and Liz had to fight the urge to scream at the feel of her friend’s ever so talented mouth on her skin.

The women curled up together still sharing kisses and touching one another gently. They stayed like this for the remainder of the day and into the night, listening to records and fucking one another senseless between cuddle sessions where they couldn’t keep their hands from each other. In high school they’d only thought they were in love. Now they would find out for sure.

 

 

 

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