Hands sought me intimately; I lay back with closed eyes as one of my nipples was drawn into the moist softness of her mouth, whimpered-as her fingers insinuated themselves between my thighs.
Sensation flared in my loins as a finger-tip slowly stroked along the folded lips of my sex and then slipped inside. My legs splayed open of themselves as she fondled me.
She began to kiss her way down my body, over my quivering stomach and lower; her breath blew warmly between my thighs, I opened them wider to her, bottom rising off the bed, lifting my pelvis towards her face, wanting to give myself to her. She took me!
I looked down as she slid from the bed, going on to her knees between my legs, gazing upwards at my open sex, almost in worship. I stifled the temporary stab of embarrassment at having another woman-or anyone, for that matter, except Phil — look at me there, especially with such hot eyes.
Her arms went under my thighs, hands clasping my bottom. Then I felt the wonder of her mouth, pressed open, against my abandoned vulva. If I hadn't been lost before I was then.
She began to suck on me, her tongue licking up and down the slit all the time, lingering at my clitoris. I had never known anything like it, the sensation was fantastic!
Moaning, I found myself rubbing my cunny against her mouth. Phil pokes fun, sometimes, at the size of my clitoris-he says it's like a miniature penis. Stella found it and licked at it until she had it erect and stiff and was actually able to suck it between her lips.
I nearly went mad, then; locking my legs over her back, I reached down and clasped her head, forcing her face hard against me. My head swam as the electric shocks of orgasm began to shoot up from my loins. She sensed it and lowered her mouth to the entrance of my vagina, forcing sobs of ecstasy from me as she sucked hard, drawing the spend from my body.
Afterwards, she left me alone for a while, giving me time to sort out my confused thoughts. By that time, however. I was past caring; I had slipped over the edge, as it were, having erased from my mind, temporarily, at least, the fact that I was, till then, a happily married woman with a teenage daughter. I had given myself to a lesbian and found the erotic sensations she had roused in me quite shattering.
Guilt and self-recrimination would come later in the outside world; just then, I was completely shut off, in a separate world occupied by only two people — Stella and myself.
And so I blocked off the disgust I knew I ought to feel and remembered only the ecstasy, ecstasy I wanted to feel again and again, until I was utterly exhausted and sleep would bring the merciful oblivion of non-thought. That might make the shame of my perverted misconduct worth while.
Stella came back, still quite naked, with a bottle and two glasses; she poured and handed me one.
“Drink this, darling.” she whispered. “Not mad at me, are you?”
I took a big swallow, gasped as the fiery brandy burned its way down. I shook my head.
“I'm not mad at you, Stella,” I whispered back. “I'm not quite sure how I feel, yet-you see-I…I've never done it before.”
“But it was nice, wasn't it? You liked what I did to you?”
I shivered as her hand was laid caressingly on my tummy, taking another pull at the brandy before nodding my answer.
“And I loved doing it.” She smiled knowingly. “Don't feel guilty about it, Rita-anything as wonderful as that can't be too wrong. Besides. I seduced you!”
Her caresses became bold again; we got rid of our brandy glasses and suddenly, I was no longer just a passive recipient. Eagerly, my arms went round her, my mouth seeing hers; soon, my hands and fingers were exploring her body, which she willingly abandoned to me. I sucked the heated stiffness of her erect nipples into my mouth, my own passion flaring again as I heard her moan. Copying her, I kissed my way down that lovely white body, delighting in the quiver of her belly under my mouth. I stroked her well-fleshed thighs, which at once opened to me.
And there I was on my knees between her thighs, fascinated eyes on the pink, open gash of her sex, at that moment, looking the most beautiful thing in the world.
As I approached between her thighs, I caught the female, animal odour of her. It was like a potent aphrodisiac. Moaning with lust myself now, I clasped my arms round her smooth thighs and jammed my mouth tight against the warm, pulpy flesh and sucked- hard. It was inexpert, but very enthusiastic — like a baby blindly finding its mother's nipple.
I soon had her jiggling her hips up and down, her legs resting on my shoulders. I found her furrow with my tongue and used it as a guide to her clitoris. This drove her wild for a short time, men she went into a spasm, her open quim jerking against my mouth. I got my lips to her vagina and sucked as she had done to me; the warm, salty tang of her discharge tingled pleasantly on my tongue. I sucked on her until she was still and her legs slipped laxly from my shoulders.
We had lain together for some time after that, until she realised, from the way I was snuggling against her, I was silently begging for similar treatment.
She held me close and her hand went between my legs, fingers gently frigging; our mouths met and held until, almost unnoticed, another orgasm had crept up on me and I was clutching her tightly as the waves of it washed over me.
A little later I looked at the only thing I had left on was my watch.
“Darling, it's going on for eleven; I must go,” I whispered. “Phil will be home.”
I got off the bed and started to gather my things from the floor. She followed me and got down on her knees, her hands going to my thighs to hold them open.
“Wait, dear-you can't dress with my cunny in that that-let me…” and she lifted her face to my sex while I stood over her with parted legs. She licked away the fruits of my last orgasm and then reached for her own panties to pat me dry. “There-now let me help you dress.”
I let her help me get my things on, going back into the other room for my dress. Before I left we had kissed passionately like two lovers and I had waved to her from the gate, feeling full of the joys of a spring love. Then, with every step of the couple of hundred yards home my spirits dropped until the zero mark was reached, coinciding with my closing the front door behind me and Phil's voice called down from our bedroom.
“Been out on the tiles, darling?”
I forget what I answered as I stumbled up the stairs and into the bedroom, forcing a bright smile and at the same time hoping desperately he wouldn't have the urge that night. Fortunately, he didn't, but it was a long time before I could sleep and for days afterwards I was troubled and jumpy.
I avoided seeing Stella for nearly a week, until she came round to see what was wrong. It was morning, about elevenses time and I gave her coffee and told her how I had been feeling ever since that night. She was very understanding, but pointed out that there was no danger-not like going with a man; who, she asked, would suspect two women, near neighbours, being friendly? Neither of us looked remotely like lesbians. We had been friends a long time without anything happening; nobody had suspected us then, so why should they now? We didn't look any different. The discussion had ended on the bed!