reach up and take her hand, my mind going back to the night we first met.
I remember seeing her at a
party at my sister's house. She'd come with a friend of my brother-in-law's. We ended up sitting on the couch together as the men talked about sports. She was bright, and funny, and so pretty. I felt drawn to her from the first moments we talked.
I had always fantasized about another woman, but never really considered doing anything about it. But since my divorce, I found my fantasies turning to thoughts of another woman more and more. Wondering what it would really feel like, what she would taste like, would I have the courage to actually do it.
Now here I am with her, at her parents summer house on the beach, naked, wet, wanting, my hand in her's as she leads me into the poolhouse. I feel my legs shaking, my heart thundering in my chest, not knowing what to expect now. To make her climax, that was a dream come true. But to think of her mouth touching me, there, oh God, I shudder all over just imagining it.
Her soft lips caress my cheek, and I jolt back to reality. I look at her, her beautiful face, smooth skin, soft brown eyes, and I feel a deep excitement building inside me. It's a wonderful, tingling feeling, like nothing I've ever felt before. Terror, lust, passion, need, all tumbling around inside me, battling each other.
slim hand comes up and smoothes across my cheek, tucking my hair behind
my ear, and her lips lightly kiss down my ear and neck. I can feel goosebumps
racing across my skin. Her other hand
she leans up closer, her mouth covers mine. She runs her tongue across
my lips, seeking entrance. My mouth opens under hers, and her soft velvety
tongue slips in, chasing mine, capturing it. She sucks
feel my body softening, melting, yielding. My hands rest on her hips, pulling
her closer. One arm wraps
I can feel a lust like never before surging in my veins. Her hand tangles in my hair, gripping it tight. My hands drop down to cup her soft cheeks, lifting her up against me tighter.
She breaks the kiss, pulling me by my hair, forcing me to lay down on the bed on my stomach. She straddles me and begins kissing and licking her way down my back. I quiver and tremble and writhe under her as she searches for and finds my most sensitive spots. She returns to the spots that get the most reaction from me again and again.
Her hand probes between my legs, causing me to spread them wider. As her finger slowly penetrates my hot, wet pussy, my back arches, offering her more of me. She pushes in deeper, sliding another finger in beside the first. I can feel her pressing on my hardened cervix, then turning her hand as she searches for that magic spot deep inside me.
My hands clench into fists as she probes and presses harder, deeper. She seems to know exactly how to drive me wild under her touch. "That's it, Cathy, open up for me," she whispers as I spread my legs wider still.
am irresistibly drawn to pull up on my knees, and she helps me, lifting
up with her fingers that are
She lightly slaps my bottom, and I jump, another deep guttural groan ripped from me. "Turn over, Cathy, I want to taste you." I remember saying that to her just a short while before.
I roll over onto my back, and she kneels between my legs. Her hands slowly slide up my silky inner thighs, pushing down, stretching my legs apart. She lays down on the bed on her stomach, her face inches from my throbbing pussy. I can feel her soft breath whispering across my tender skin, and it makes my hips tilt up, reaching for that mouth, dying for it to touch me. To finally feel the softness of another woman's mouth on me.
her head, her soft pink tongue slowly drags across my pussy, from the bottom
all the way to the top. A low scream scratches from my throat as
she gets to my swollen clit. My hands clutch at the
starts to lick and probe at my little nub, teasing it from under its hood.
My hips undulate under her and I spread my legs as wide as they will go.
Her hands pull the puffy lips apart, exposing more of me
climax, when it hits, is more than any I have ever felt before. A great,
thundering, crashing, gut
had prepared me for this, this deep, intense reaction to the fulfilment
of my fantasy. I shake and
lie there, feeling like I am floating, and she kisses her way up my stomach.
Lying down next to me,
drift off to sleep, the ceiling fan whirring gently above us. I feel a
small smile on my face, and see her
Copyright © 1999,
2000 Cathy O' Neil. All Rights Reserved.
About The Author:
"I am Cathy, 45 years old, divorced a couple of years now. I live in a small town
in rural Kansas. I have been very fortunate that my work has been accepted at several sites, as well as in a magazine. "
"My writing started through the exchange of erotic emails with friends. Many friends had commented on how good they felt the letters were, so I started to work on the letters as stories. Being a great fan of romance novels, I wanted to go further, expressing more of the eroticism of making love, both the physical happenings and emotional components. I hope you enjoy my little glimpses into an erotic encounter."
Cathy O'Niel's work can be found on-line and in print at: PassionVillage, Passion Nook, Erotic Readers Association, Lady Jessika - Adult Story Corner, Black Lace Fantasies, His Chambers, The Rose Garden, Prometheus Magazine put out by TES, D/s Kiosk, cuffs.com (part of The Fetish Society).
The preceeding story was first published on-line at Lady Jessika - Adult Story Corner, 2000.
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