EROTIC ADVENTURE
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Mmmmm . . . . this feels soooo good! Gwen seems to know when to move her tongue, and what feels good to me. We had been together a few times before, our love making gets better and better with each encounter. She was the first woman I have been intimate with, and she brought out things in me that I didn't know were there. I had always had an attraction to women. I found women's bodies beautiful . . . sensual. When I was in Junior High I used to dress and undress my friend Sara until her mother caught us one day in the middle of one of our fashion moments. From that moment until 3 months ago, I hid and denied my attraction to other women. My family was very religious and daddy always used to tell us about how evil homosexuals were. He would always say: "Them niggas is gonna burn in Hell!!!"
I was window shopping at my favorite Mall near Hickory Plaza. I was looking in the window of fashion bug when my attention was drawn to this woman standing near the information booth of the mall. What drew my attention to her was the beautiful shape of her behind and her ample breasts. I had always found breasts to be attractive. I would stand in the mirror and look at mine from every angle. Most of my friends don't like their bodies . . .I love my voluptuous figure. I love the fullness of my breasts, the round quality of my ass. The thickness of my caramel thighs . . .I love many aspects of me.
So when I saw this woman across the mall something about the fullness of her body instantly appealed to me. I found myself staring at the way she was standing. The way she held the pamphlet. I guess I was staring too long because she looked up from her reading and held my gaze with her eyes. After a shocked hesitation I moved my gaze to the window of the store. After a minute or two I looked back at her to see her still staring. This time she wore a smile. I quickly looked away again. My pulse was racing because I was excited, yet scared at what I was feeling looking at this strange, but attractive woman. When I looked back, she was not standing at the booth. I began to panic that I would not see this beautiful woman again. I turned and began to walk towards the exit, disappointed in not being able to look on her again.
As I rounded the food court, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of this mysterious woman, I almost ran into someone standing near the ATM machine. To my shock it was the woman from the security booth!!
"Excuse me, I didn't look where I was going," I said. I tried to look as composed as possible. I didn't want this woman to know that she had an affect on me.
"No problem at all, I'm always bumping into other people," she said with a knowing smile. "Maybe that's fate moving in some weird way." I didn't know what she meant by that, but I smiled a nervous kind of smile. I don't know what made me say what I said next, but it changed a lot of things in my life.
"My name is Barb, and as my way of apologizing, let me buy you a cappuccino?" After the words left my mouth I knew that I had put both of us in an awkward position. Her response was even more of a shock to me.
"I would love one. Oh, and my name is Gwendolyn, my friends call me Gwen. Maybe a cappuccino and conversation with an attractive woman is something I need right now." She again gave me that knowing smile and it made me realize that maybe I was never in control of this situation. That she had made all of this happen. We walked to Starbucks and ordered two, large French vanilla cappuccinos. Over the next hour we talked about children, our careers, men in our lives and even about bumping into each other. Throughout the conversation I was acutely aware of her cleavage and the way her chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of her breathing. I think she knew that I was looking at her breasts and hat made me blush.
"Do you mind if I ask something personal?" Gwen asked?
"Not at all," I replied, although I was very nervous at what she could ask me. I didn't want to give away too many emotions or let her into my world too much. If I did, then she would know that sitting here was creating a maelstrom of emotions in my head.
"I noticed that you keep staring at my breasts, are you attracted to me?" asked Gwen. Her bluntness floored me. I couldn't believe she asked me that. I quickly tried to recover my composure so that I could bluff out an answer.
"Is that that a problem?" I quipped back trying to sound tougher than I really felt. "I just thought you were an attractive woman is all."
"No, no problem, and thank you. I was just pointing to the fact that you couldn't take your eyes off of my chest," said Gwen in an offhanded kind of way. I got the feeling that she was playing with me. "Can I ask you another question?"
"You've already put me out on front street, so shoot," I shot back at her.
"I'm not trying to front you, I just wanted us to be real. The bottom line is you are attracted to me, and you are embarrassed about that. Am I the first woman you have been attracted to?" she asked.
"No, you're not. But I'm also not used to having strangers point out something that makes me uncomfortable. I will admit that I find you attractive, but that is not something that I want the world to know, let alone you." I felt an attitude coming on. My hurt and embarrassment were starting to make me strike out at this woman across the table. In a matter of 15 minutes, I was forced to confront feelings and thoughts that I had suppressed since I was a little girl. All of these things were coming back to me in a rush. The anxiety that my parents made me feel for thinking thoughts I shouldn't. Mrs. Jackson for making me feel dirty dressing playing dress up with Sara. Now she was making me openly confront the fact that for years I had an attraction to women.
"I'm sorry Hun, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she returned, "In fact I was just going to say that I find you very attractive myself. All I want to do is get to know you, so forgive me for being so blunt. I am a person that says what she thinks, and goes for what she likes." At that point we were both quiet for what seemed like a very long time. I busied myself with my French vanilla Cappuccino. My preoccupation with all of these confusing thoughts swirling around in my head almost made me miss her comment. " . . .that you and I should go out sometime."
"Excuse me, I'm sorry, I missed your last statement."
"I was saying that maybe we should go out to lunch and a movie sometime," she repeated.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" I said with a little chuckle.
"If that's what you want to call it." Again she looks at me with those eyes, and I start to get caught up in here stare. I couldn't deny the fact that we would probably end up going out like she said, on a date. And for a minute it doesn't seem that weird to me.
"Here's my number, when you're free, give me a call." When she finishes writing down her number she hands it to me. Our fingers touch and we just hold our hands there for a little while. Gwen takes her hand away and begins to get up from her seat.
"I really do hope that you call me. And please make it soon. I'm looking forward to our 'date,'" she says with amusement in her voice.
"We'll see." My last reserve of defiance seemed so petty at that point. It felt like I was trying to hold onto a ledge with the last rock crumbling. "We'll see . . . ."
After a week of talking on the phone I agreed to come over that Friday after work to watch a movie and have some pizza. I was nervous because I didn't, yet knew what to expect. After a week's worth of conversation on the phone, I knew that Gwen was openly bisexual. We discussed that and other things that made tonight a lot more important than a movie and a pizza. Tonight in a sense was my coming to grips with strange feelings and emotions. I was finally going to exercise the ghosts that have traveled with me since childhood. On the phone Gwen expressed a desire to explore more than just a friendship, so I didn't know if tonight was her night to try me, or just a regular, casual movie night between girls.
I eased my car down her street and looked for the address I had scribbled on a scrap of paper. 1351 Elkington . .. She said it was on the left hand side of the street. A brown, and yellow house, with a reddish, brown trim. When I spotted the house I climbed out of my car and walked up the front steps to the door. She must have heard my car pull in because she answered the door on the first knock. She was wearing a short, flower print Kimono that showed her thick chocolate legs.
After leading me to the couch, she goes into the kitchen to get me a blackberry cooler. After drinking half of the cooler and some great conversation I begin to feel more at ease. We start watching the movie I think it's Spawn or something, and we are laughing about the special effects and the clown character.
"Can I get you another cooler Hun?" asked Gwen.
"No thank you. One more and I will be crawling on the floor!" I laugh out loud to her.
"I just might give you one just to see that happen," Gwen chuckled. She sat down next to me and we continues to view the movie. Her one arm was around me, on the back of the couch, and I was aware of that for a long time. Then she moved it from behind me and started to rub my thigh. I jumped!
"What's wrong Hun? What did you jump for?" asked Gwen.
"Nothing. I'm just feeling the cooler a little more than I thought," I lied. I didn't want her to know that her touch just sent a bolt of electricity straight up my leg, and right up spine. A nagging voice in the back of my head was telling me that I should leave right now, and never look back. Instead, I sat there and endured the hot touch of her hand. "Could you do me a favor Gwen?"
She looked at me with that measuring stare, and replied, "Sure Hun, what would you like me to do?"
"Could I use your bathroom? Like I said, this cooler is running right through me like a runaway train."
"Sure Hun, down the hall, second door to your left," said Gwen as she got up and pointed the way. I got up from the couch, leaving her hot hand behind, along with that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I walked down the hallway and entered the bathroom. Closing the door I immediately turned on the cold water and splashed some onto my face. The shock of the cold water also shocked my good sense back. I laughed at myself for letting this woman make me feel this way. Can you imagine that? Me! Barb Mathews! The woman that never let a man make her do anything that she didn't want to do. Me, the woman that for most of her life has been in control of her feelings, especially ones like these!
I turn off the faucet and exit the bathroom. I begin to walk up the hallway when I pass the open door of her bedroom. One glance inside and I stopped. What I saw almost took my breath away. Stepping into her bedroom, I felt as if I had stepped into some sensual dream world. The room was much larger than I would have thought it would be É it was as it she had knocked one of the walls down and combined two rooms together. In the center of the room was a round bed sitting up on a foot long platform. Above the bed was a circle of mirrors, and the wall to my right was one big Mirror. At the far end of the room was a large Jacuzzi tub sitting on another platform. The effect made it seem as if the bedroom were sunken. The carpet was a plush white, and contemporary longing chairs were set in front of a large screen
TV. on the wall on my side of the bedroom. I stepped into the bedroom and walked over the chest at the foot of the bed. It rose a foot higher than the platform, and was leaning open. Inside I could see all sorts of items that I would recognize anywhere. I was impressed as I beheld one of the largest collections of dildos, vibrators, plugs and strap-ons that I had ever seen in my entire life!
"Touch one, they don't bite." I almost jumped out of my skin!
"I'm, I'm sorry, the door was open and I was drawn into this room," I tried to stammer out a quick apology. "I'm sor . . ."
"No apology needed Hun, I thought you fell in or something, so I came to look for you. I was going to give you a tour anyway." She stood next to me and I was acutely aware of the sweet, strawberry smell of her soap, and the measured pace of her breathing. I am entranced by her presence, so much so that I don't notice the sound of her kimono dropping to the ground. I am too scared to turn around, but her hand gently urges me to,
and I face her with my breath held. Turning around I now saw the plentiful curves of her voluptuous body. I could see the full, deep brown of her breasts. Each thick nipple cresting each breast. It brought to mind a couple of lines from my favorite poet:
I remember the shape of your breasts.
Large, round mahogany bowls.
Set in a fine glaze of oiled skin,
And braised by my tongue.
Caressing those, brown globes that
Will one day nourish my child,
But for now feeding my heated passion,
Leaves me breathless with the scope
Of infinite possibilities.
In this I know that my body had taken control of itself. I saw as my hand slowly rose to her left beast. It was as if my mind had suddenly detached itself from my body. I was looking at the world from a bird's eye view that said this was some stranger's body touching her breast. My hand slowly caressed her breast, spiraling up to her thick, dark nipple. As my fingers rubbed against her nipple, her eyes slowly closed as she started to feel what I was doing to her. Her hands came up and covered my hand. We stood like that for what seemed like a lifetime. She then guided me to the step leading to the bed, and sat down, her hands still pinning my hand to her breast. She then began to move it all around her breast. In between her breasts, and onto her other breast. Now it was my turn to breathe heavily, and to close my eyes. I just wanted to savor the tender sensuality of this moment.
"Lay down Hun. Let me guide you. Just let it happen," she said in a lust filled voice.
"yessss . . . please guide me," I hissed back. At that point I pulled my hand gently from her breast and lay back on this circular cloud. Gwen then began to unzip my sweat jacket and helped me shrug out of it.
"Mmmmm . .. your breasts are just wonderful!" she exclaimed. I blushed from her compliment just eager to have her finish my undressing before I thought too much about things. She also helped me shimmy out of the T-shirt underneath. I then layed back down and waited as the last of my clothing was removed from my body. There was a moment of feeling cold, and exposed until soft, gentle hands started touching my thighs. My thighs parted, and I felt a moment of sudden apprehension. What am I doing here??? WHAT AM I DOING HERE????
"Oooooooooh!!!" a moan slips from my lips as her mouth started to roam down the inside of my thigh. I couldn't hold back the sound escaping from my lips. Each touch of her lips to my thigh seemed to set the skin on fire. Soon those
luscious lips of hers were getting closer and closer to my womanhood, and all I could think of was that she was moving towards her goal. Suddenly, her lips and tongue were on my pussy! She was weaving her tongue all around, causing more sounds to escape my lips. As her tongue seemed to envelope my clit, I knew that I was going to explode! I had never felt anything as intense, and as powerful as this woman working my pussy like a surgeon. With each lick I was sent into the grips of pure, untamed pleasure. I felt a pressure starting in the bottom of my stomach, building up throughout my pussy.
"Oh yesssssss!!" I again moaned, "You are making me feel sooo good baby!" I couldn't believe how much I was into her. She was making me feel sensations I haven't felt in a long time. I tighten my legs around her head and try to draw her tongue closer to me. I wanted here to keep licking me until I explode. I feel an added pressure on my pussy and suddenly something thick and warm is inside of me. I hear a click, and a low buzzing sound travels to my ears. I also feel a light, but steady vibration. The vibrations tickle my clit as her mouth dips and dives all around my pussy. The combination of the vibration, and her mouth were too much for me. I couldn't handle it any longer! I felt every muscle in my body tightened, and every nerve in my body seem to catch on fire at the same time. My muscles stiffened involuntarily, and I could not hold back the shouts that came to my mouth.
"Oh yes dammit!!! Yes . . .yes . . . yes . . .YES!!" With those words I came harder than I had ever cum in my life. The throbbing of my pussy seemed to go on forever. I could not move my body for what seemed like an eternity. As my breathing patterns started to become more normal, and as my eyes unlocked and opened, I knew that I had forever crossed a threshold that I couldn't uncross. I knew in my mind that I had truly found myself. That night we made love many different times in many different ways. We used toys I couldn't pronounce the name for. In between, we would lay in each other's arms and talk. We would sensually explore each other with a nervousness that new lovers seem to have. I didn't even think that this was another woman that I was sharing a bed with. To me she was someone that I knew I had found a deep connection with.
"I want to do you baby," I said as I leaned upon one elbow.
"OK Hun, are you sure?" asked Gwen.
"Yes, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," I answered. I slowly moved over her body and began to gently lick and kiss her breasts. I let my tongue make a slow trail to her nipple. I began to suck on it slowly until I could feel I harden in my mouth.
"Oooooooh . . ." a slow moan escaped from Gwen as my mouth worked on her beautiful, brown nipple. I then worked my way slowly down the center of her body to her stomach. I stuck my tongue inside of her belly button and licked around its rim. I then started the journey to the center of her sex. As my mouth covered her pussy, I could taste the tanginess of her juices. The hotness of her made my eyes water. My tongue began to explore her lips and her clit, and I could feel it grow and pulsate in my mouth. With each flick of my tongue I could feel her body jump. "Oooooooooh!" her moans got stronger with the working of my mouth on her. Her legs began to tighten around my head, and I felt as if I would suffocate. I pried her legs open more, and used my hand to pull back the skin from her clit. Once exposed, I attacked it with a gusto I knew was passion driven. She began to moan and groan in ever increasing volume. With each noise from Gwen, my enthusiastic licking increased. I just imagined what I would want someone to do to me, and I tried to make that happen. Suddenly the violence of her thrashing told me that she was at that ultimate point. I increased the action of my tongue on her clit. With one final oral flurry, Gwen let out a scream that matched the power in which she can.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!! OHHHH SHIT!!" she yelled in her release. Unexpectedly I felt a tremor in my thighs as I realized that I was in the beginning stages of a powerful climax. Licking Gwen and hearing her scream in pleasure turned me on more than anything in the world!
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" I screamed as the convulsions of orgasm took me to pleasure. I had never had something like that happen to me in my life! We lay side by side . . . spent. Now my world seemed to alternate between one of increasing darkness, and one filled with vivid memories of pleasure. With the last of my energy, my hand sought out that of Gwen. When our hands came into contact, my mind drifted off with fond thoughts of beautiful breasts, and a sense of being free . . .