We repeated this later at my place with Greg, but only after we shaved his head. Needless to say, he was pleased.
— G. S., Minnesota
Something about Sylvia
Last Valentine’s Day I ordered a subscription to Penthouse for my husband. We enjoy reading it together, and since we have three children, it’s one of the few adult activities we can still share. Kyle and I have been married twelve years, have maintained a healthy sex life, and stay in shape. We do a lot of things together, but when I received a wedding invitation from my best friend, Janine, Kyle and I realized that we couldn’t both afford to make the trip. He knew Janine and I had been like sisters in college, so he said I should go, insisting that he and the kids would be fine. At first I felt guilty about leaving them for four days, but soon I was looking forward to the trip.
I arrived in San Francisco late on a Thursday evening, and was met at the airport by Janine and two of her friends, Chris, her supervisor, and Sylvia, a college intern who was working in Janine’s office the summer before senior year. Chris was a friendly red-head with a smile that wouldn’t quit. Sylvia was very petite with very long brown hair, dark eyes, and a strikingly tiny waist.
After I checked in at the hotel, we went to the lounge for a snack and drinks. I hadn’t seen Janine in about two years, and it was fun catching up. Chris and Sylvia were wonderful too.
The bachelorette party was held on Friday night, and by this time the four of us were like old friends. Chris had organized the party and asked each of us to contribute $50 toward food and entertainment. It seemed like a lot of money, but Chris assured us that we would get our money’s worth and more.
When I arrived around eight music was playing and there were already about fifteen other women there. A nice buffet was laid out on the bar and one of the girls was fixing drinks. There was a sunken living-room area with a fireplace, and several of the participants were sitting on the couch and chairs. Chris met me at the door with a hug and a smile and directed me to the bar. Janine introduced me to the other guests. I found a stool near the bar and picked up a glass of champagne.
Sylvia was sitting with some of the other women by the fireplace. When she saw me, she smiled, stood up, and headed toward me. She was wearing a black-silk blouse that was just short enough for me to see her pierced navel, and just sheer enough for me to tell she was braless. Her breasts were small and jiggled slightly with each step, her tiny nipples poking against the fabric. Her black-leather skirt was incredibly short, barely covering her butt. She wore black stockings, and as she stepped forward from the fireplace, I caught a glimpse of white skin and lacy black garters.
I found myself admiring her body in the same way I have admired the models in your magazine. While I had never had an experience with another woman, I’d wondered what it might be like-and how Sylvia’s body would look. As she reached me, she stood on her tiptoes and gave me a hug. Her perfume was musky and filled my head. I returned the hug, enjoying the way her body felt against mine and her soft hair against my face.
She ordered a drink and sat on the barstool next to mine, crossing her lovely legs. As we talked, I kept trying to steal discreet glances at those legs. Her skirt kept riding up enough for me to see the skin above her stockings, and this was getting me very excited. Feeling a little flushed, I took a second glass of champagne.
Before I had the chance to embarrass myself further, the doorbell rang. Chris went to the door and stepped outside for a moment. When she came back in, she asked for everyone’s attention and announced that the entertainment had arrived. She put a tape in the sound system and dimmed the lights. Through the door came two young men dressed in business suits. They were tanned and appeared to be very well built.
The first young man walked to the center of the room while the second waited his turn. One by one, they put on a high-energy strip show as we all hooted, whistled, and generally misbehaved. Eventually, each of the guys was down to a G-string. Eager hands stuffed money into their elastic waistbands.
When the men were finished they slipped into the bedroom to dress while we girls cheered wildly. Chris took up a collection for tips and handed it to them as they left. On the way out, they each stopped to give Janine a deep kiss that left us all weak-kneed.
Sylvia and I continued to talk for a while, but I soon became aware that being with her was making me feel uncomfortable-not in a bad way, but giddyish. I was pretty worked up by the show we’d just seen, and Sylvia’s outfit wasn’t helping a bit, so I smiled, stood up, and excused myself, saying that I was going to mingle a little.
I was standing behind a large couch talking with one of Janine’s coworkers when the doorbell rang again. Chris went to it once more and then announced that the second act had arrived. Again the lights went down and the music began. This time, however, the two dancers who entered were beautiful women. They wore tight-fitting short dresses, stockings, and heels. The music was slow, and they danced together for a long time, almost touching but not quite.
I was feeling very excited, not knowing what was going to happen next. Slowly, the two dancers came together in an embrace, and then kissed each other deeply. Some of the onlookers gasped, if only for a moment, but most continued to watch in silent amazement.
I was really getting turned on now. I wished I could just reach down and rub myself, because I could feel my juices beginning to soak my panties. I moved next to the couch so that I could lean slightly forward and press my pussy against the back cushion. As the two dancers began slowly to undress each other, I gently rolled my hips, humping myself against the couch.
The girls put on an incredible show. For fifteen minutes they touched, stroked, and kissed each other, removing clothing one agonizing piece at a time until they were totally naked. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they slid down to the carpeted floor in front of the fire as the soft music continued to play. We were all mesmerized.
Suddenly I was startled by the light touch of a hand on the small of my back. I turned and saw Sylvia at my side, squeezing herself between me and the wall. She delicately pressed against me from behind, pushing my crotch against the corner of the couch. The feeling of her body against me and the pressure on my pussy was almost enough to make me have an orgasm right there. I reached for the couch to steady myself so my knees wouldn’t buckle.
As the two beautiful women continued to kiss and caress, I felt Sylvia pull me closer until I could feel the soft leather of her skirt against the back of my hand. I couldn’t stand this much more. I pressed myself harder against the couch, slowly turned my hand, and let my fingertips stray over her silky leg. I was trembling so hard, I’m sure she could feel it. I delicately worked my fingers up until I could feel one of those garters. Hooking one finger into it, I tugged playfully just to see if Sylvia would react. Did she ever.
She slid her hands up my legs and gripped my waist. She pushed me forward slowly but firmly into the corner of the couch, and suddenly I realized that she knew what I had been doing all along. My nipples started tingling and my fingers began to seek out the soft flesh of her thigh. When the tip of my index finger touched bare skin, I could feel her jump slightly, and she leaned into me just a little. My hand traveled up her leg slowly until, almost unexpectedly, I felt moistness tickling the back of my fingers. She wasn’t wearing panties.
I froze for a second, not sure what to do next. On the floor, one of the dancers had the other’s nipple in her mouth and was feasting on it. I turned my shaking hand palm up and eased it against Sylvia’s mound. She was very wet and had almost no pubic hair. I held my hand tightly against her pussy, and she started to move her torso, causing my middle finger to slide back and forth between her lips. I don’t know where I got the courage, but I slowly started to curl my middle finger. She was so wet that it easily slipped inside her, and I could feel her warmth surrounding it.