It
had been a long day and I was very, very tired. As soon as I got back to my
room I flopped down backwards on the bed and closed my eyes and just lay there.
My feet were aching, my back was aching and I had the beginning of a headache.
I felt hot and dirty and my whole body was uncomfortable, as if it had been
squeezed inside my dress all day.
I sat up and unzipped the back of my dress to loosen it, then wriggled it off and threw it on the floor. I dropped back on the bed. It was an improvement but I still felt constricted. I needed to breathe. My skin needed to breathe. After a moment I pushed off my pantyhose, then sat up again and removed my bra and finally my knickers as well. That was much, much better. I lay back again, flat out with my legs a little apart and my arms a little out from my sides. The room was very warm – I had the window open but the air-conditioning was not on – and I could feel my muscles begin to expand. At last I was beginning to relax.
I put my hands on my face and ran them slowly down over my breasts and stomach and thighs. Suddenly I knew what I needed: a bath, a drink and a massage. I wondered about the massage. The hotel would have a massage service, but what I didn't know was whether the masseur would be male or female. I did not want a gay male; I couldn't face the thought of that tiresome "all girls together" sort of chatter today. Nor did I want a straight male and the awkwardness of being naked, or near enough to it, and alone with him in a hotel room. I wanted a female who would just get on with it and give me a good massage.
The drink came first though. I stood up and padded over to the mini-bar. Walking in bare feet was strange after a day in heels, and with every step I felt as if I were thumping against the floor. The window was one-way glass so that although I could see out, no-one could see in; but even so there was a touch of excitement in walking completely naked around a strange room. I stood still for a moment, feeling the faint movement of the air on my skin. I put my hands firmly over my breasts and rubbed them – not sexually, but to loosen them up. My skin felt very smooth.
I used the whole of the little bottle of gin making a gin and tonic. There was even a lemon in the fridge. I put in some ice and took a good pull at it. It was freezing cold and beautifully refreshing.
I sat down on the sofa with the hotel directory and flipped through to Guest Services. There it was: in-room massage, 8am to 6pm, with a 4-digit telephone number. It was just before 5 so they should still be there. The entry gave no clue about whether the service was provided by a male or a female. It was a relief when a female voice answered, "Nutri-Care, Amanda speaking, can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm calling about the in-room massage. Would it be possible to have one fairly soon, for about an hour?"
"Sure," said Amanda. Her voice was clear and confident, not like that of a young girl, but she might have been 25 or 55 for all I could tell. "It's $100 for the hour. It goes on your bill. I could be with you in about 20 minutes if that's not too soon."
"No, that's great," I said. "I'm in Room 1103. I'll finish my drink and have a quick bath and 20 minutes will be perfect."
"Fine. I'll see you then. Bye."
I walked into the bathroom. The tiles felt cold on my feet, but not unpleasantly so. I turned on the taps as hard as they would go.
I rather hastily removed the day's makeup, used the toilet and tested the bathwater. I gave it a little more hot. I placed my gin and tonic, still half full, on the ledge by the bath and stepped in. It was just right: warm without being uncomfortable, and deep but not too deep. I sat down, then lay back, resting my head on the end of the bath. I felt my breasts lift away from my chest; the nipples just broke the surface of the water. I consciously relaxed my whole body, beginning with the neck, then my arms, my chest, my stomach and all down to the toes. I let my arms float to the surface.
In a minute or so I could feel my face becoming sweaty. I took a breath and slid down so that my head was under water. I lay with my head on the bottom of the bath, feeling the dirt of the day lift from my face as the pores opened fully.
I sat up again, tilting my head back so that my hair fell back against my skull. There was a big fluffy flannel at the end of the bath. I soaked it and very gently and carefully wiped my face to clean off the remnants of my makeup. The flannel was streaked with colours, and I wet it again and squeezed it. I slid back under the surface of the water and used the flannel under water, very gently, to remove the last traces. My skin still felt smooth from the oils in the makeup. I sat up again and ran my hands all over my body to remove all the grime that had accumulated during the day. I never use soap.
I sank back down in the bath one last time and pulled out the plug. I could feel gravity begin to work on my body as the water level fell. I lay there till the bath was empty. The heat of the bath made me lethargic as I stood up, and I was lightheaded for a moment as the blood drained from my brain. I stepped out of the bathtub and took a towel, then patted myself dry and combed my hair straight back from my face. I used the hairdryer until my hair was merely a little damp, then combed it all back off my face. I felt very relaxed but very, very tired.
I looked at my reflection in the mirrors. Still OK, I thought. I am 33 and it won't last forever, but I think I'm holding up pretty well. I am quite strong for a woman. There is some padding now on my stomach and buttocks but they are not at all flabby. I have good, full, firm breasts with no sign of sag. I'm 5'10". I always keep my legs and armpits shaved, and I trim my pubic hair very close to the skin. I stood facing a full-length mirror, and I could faintly see the cleft of my cunt disappearing between my legs.
I've used the word "cunt" for some time now. As a girl, as a young woman, I was afraid of it; it seemed brutal and crude. But now it seems to me to have an aura of power and strength. I feel as if I'm saying, "I'm a woman. I'm a woman because I have a womb and breasts and a cunt, and I'm proud of them." Obviously I don't say the aloud very often, but when I think about that part of my body, that's the word I use. I hate all the alternatives, especially "pussy". What a prissy little word.
I started to look for some fresh knickers, then thought, why should I? I would only be taking them off again soon. I put on one of the hotel robes and tied the belt, then went back to the main room and sat down on the sofa. I breathed deeply several times, trying to get rid of the enervating feeling the bath had caused.
I heard a knock on the door, got up and went and looked through the peephole. It was the masseuse. I opened the door.
The masseuse looked about 30. She was nearly as tall as me and looked just as strong. She was pretty. She wore a white fitted dress that buttoned down the front. She had dark-blonde hair and wore no makeup except lipstick. She was not wearing stockings, and her shoes were flat and white. She was carrying a large shoulder-bag and was wheeling what was obviously a portable massage table. "Hi," she said. "I'm Amanda. It looks like I've got the right room?"
"Hello," I said. "I'm Jan. Come in. Excuse me not being dressed, but I've just had a bath and there didn't seem much point." I led the way past the bathroom into the main room, Amanda following as the door closed itself behind her.
There was not much clear space in the room. "Where would you like to set up?" I asked Amanda.
We decided on the place and moved a chair and a desk to get them out of the way, then Amanda began to unfold the massage table. There was a hole in one end of it to accommodate the patient's head when lying face down. "The air-conditioning's not on, is it?" she asked. "I don't want you to get at all cold."
"No," I answered. "I haven't had it on. I like to be warm."
"OK," said Amanda. She had finished setting up the table and her face was slightly flushed from the effort. "That's it, then. I'll just spread a towel on it." She took a dark green towel from her bag and spread it over the table. She spread a smaller one at the top, with a hole in it that matched the hole in the table.
"Would you like to lie down on that?" she asked. "Face down to begin with, and you can turn over after a while. The whole thing usually takes about an hour for a full body massage. Is that OK?"
"That's fine," I said. Amanda was business-like but friendly in her manner. I liked her. Now was the time for me to take off my robe, though, and I felt that I had to say something rather than just dropping it and standing there stark naked. "I'll just take this off, then," was what I came up with, rather lamely.
I turned around, pretending to want to find a chair to put the robe on, but really so that my back was towards Amanda as I undid the robe and removed it. I knew that she was looking at me. I turned and walked to the table and began to climb up on it; this was rather awkward, as the table was very narrow, and I had to kneel on it with my bottom in the air before I could lie down properly. But I got there at last.
"You look in good shape," said Amanda. "Do you exercise much?"
I was now lying face down on the table with my face through the hole. "Nothing much," I said, hoping she could hear me and at the same time trying to get my arms in a comfortable position. "The gym every now and then and occasionally a swim. I used to do much more." I ended with my elbows bent and my hands gripping the top of the table lightly.
"It's still a lot more than most women," said Amanda. I had heard her moving about the table and now I felt a warm trickle of oil between my shoulder blades and down my spine. "Most women I massage are overweight and flabby. I like some muscles on a woman."
She placed her hands flat on my back, one at the top near my neck and the other at the base of my spine. They were warm and very firm. She began to work the massage oil into my skin. I felt my shoulders relax as she gently stroked them.
"What sort of massage would you like?" asked Amanda. "Hard or soft?"
I thought for a moment. "Soft but firm," I said. "I want to be relaxed, not beaten up." Under Amanda's touch my shoulders suddenly began to feel wonderful, reinvigorated. Amanda's hands were extraordinarily soothing; wherever she touched it was as if I had suddenly become weightless.
Amanda slowly slid her hands toward each other along the line of oil until they met. I seemed to feel the touch of her hands with extreme clarity, even the individual fingers, as if she were caressing individually every separate cell in my skin. Amanda was moving her hands very slowly in a circular motion, one on each side of my spine and moving in opposite directions, gradually working down my back from the shoulders towards my buttocks. I could feel the film of oil gradually covering more and more of my back.
The hands came closer and closer to my buttocks, and I could not help tensing a little, wondering if she was going to massage them. Without any hesitation her hands slid smoothly and firmly over them and kneaded them thoroughly. I could feel the two buttocks rubbing as she pushed them together. It was nice. It was also sexy, the sort of massaging a man did. Her hands continued on to the backs of my thighs.
Amanda's hands were now very close to my cunt. My legs were slightly apart and Amanda had spread her fingers so that her thumbs were on the insides of my thighs. She was massaging them in a circular motion, and each upward movement took her hands more deeply into the creases between the tops of my legs and my crotch. Then, just as the thought was forming in my mind, "Surely she's not going to!" her hands resumed their progress down towards my knees.
Amanda's hands moved gradually down my legs until they reached my ankles. My legs seemed to come alive under her touch. When she reached my feet she had moved to the bottom of the table, and now she lifted my left foot, bending my leg at the knee. She must have turned so that she had her back to me, because she was standing on the outside of my left leg, holding it against her side with the foot in front of her. There was a brief pause while she took the bottle of oil and squeezed a little on my foot, then her hands began massaging the oil into the skin with both hands. Her hands felt warm and firm and supremely comforting; my whole self felt concentrated in my foot as she pressed and stretched it. I was conscious too of the warmth of her body against my leg. I couldn't help pressing it against her and moving my foot against her hands. After what seemed like an age she put my foot down, then massaged quickly up my left leg and down the right, where she repeated the process on my right foot. This time, as well as pressing against her, I could not stifle a small groan of pleasure. This was exactly what I had wanted.
At last Amanda gently put my right foot back down on the table and began massaging my calf. She had both of her hands on my right leg now, moving them in the circular motion she had used on my back. Her hands nearly encircled my leg much of the time, and the feeling of warmth that came from them was exquisitely pleasurable.
Her hands continued gradually up my right leg, relaxing the calf and moving to the base of the thigh, then moving higher. Her hands on the inside of my thigh were very warm. All at once I found that I could not think of anything but Amanda's hands coming closer and closer to my cunt. At the same time I was aware that I shouldn't be so conscious of where her hands were and I tried to ignore it. But her hands kept coming closer, and they began to probe the crease at the top of my thigh as they had done before.
Quite suddenly but very clearly, I realised that I wanted it. I actually wanted her to touch me there.
Amanda's hands were moving ever deeper into my crotch. She now had one hand on each leg, and her thumbs were now moving slowly up and down against the tendon between the top of the inside of my leg and the base of my trunk. Every movement was transmitted to my cunt; she must have known that this was close to masturbation. Was she giving me the choice of something more? If I had wanted to, I could have brought my legs closer together or moved in some way that would have indicated that I was not comfortable. But I didn't. I did the opposite. I sighed heavily, and under the pretext of settling myself more comfortably I let my legs fall a little further apart. She now had full access to me. Her hand movements slowed, and she very slowly drew her thumbs up the sides of my crotch.
Then I felt the tips of her fingers brush the lips of my cunt.
The touch was so light that it might have been accidental, but the effect was electric. A jolt of extreme sexual desire shot through my body. My muscles tensed involuntarily and I gasped. I had felt a shock of desire like this only two or three times before in my life.
I am not a lesbian. Although I went to an all-girls school, there were plenty of boys around from the moment that I first began to understand that there was this thing called sex and it was important. I liked the boys. I lost my virginity when I was 18 to the first boyfriend I had really been in love with. He was in love with me too, and it was his first time as well. We couldn't get enough of each other.
We fucked whenever we had the slightest opportunity. We
were obsessed with each other. When I wasn't fucking him I thought about
fucking him, about his cock in my cunt. We loved each other and we taught each
other about sex. We had both read books about it and we were innocent enough to
try anything. He was the only boy I have ever had anal sex with. I had orgasms
with him all the time, sometimes two or three together. I loved everything
about sex. I loved feeling his cock spurting semen inside my cunt, and later
feeling the semen begin to slip out as I walked around. I loved to suck his
cock and make him come in my mouth. Once I kissed him while my mouth was full
of his semen.
We broke up after two years. I have never really known why, and I have never really stopped being in love with him. None of the half dozen or so who have come afterwards have sparked anything like the same feeling of complete love and passion, and the greatest regret of my life is that I don't think it will ever happen again.
Now I suppose I am more hard-boiled. I doubt that I know every type of thing that people do with each other, or to themselves, in the pursuit of sexual gratification, but I know many of them. Some I can imagine myself doing and some I can't. I had thought about lesbian sex and read about it and even been a little aroused by the thought of it. But I never wanted to seek it out, and no-one ever tried to seek it out with me. Actually, that's not quite right. A few times an openly lesbian woman had made an inquiry, but they had always been the butch, short-haired, ugly type, usually either excessively muscular or fat, and I had just said I wasn't interested. And I wasn't, with them.
But Amanda was different. She was pretty, and feminine although she was strong. One of the things that has always put me off lesbian sex is the fear that the other girl's cunt will be ugly or dirty or both. But I knew that not all cunts are the same, and somehow I knew that Amanda's would be sweet and clean. I had wondered what it would be like to touch another girl's cunt and have another girl touch mine. The thought of another girl and I touching each other's cunts excited me. I had even thought about kissing another girl's cunt while she kissed mine, and I had found that that was arousing as well − until I had begun to think about who the other girl might be, and then I been turned off. But Amanda I could see was different. I could imagine kissing her on the mouth. I could imagine kissing her cunt.
Amanda did not react to my gasp and the involuntary tensing of my body. Her hands moved to my left buttock and caressed it gently. Her left hand moved deeper into the cleft between the buttocks. I relaxed them completely and let my legs fall even further apart. I sighed deeply again.
Her hands now began to massage up my back. She moved fairly quickly past my waist, so that her hands came level with my breasts. These were squashed under me, but the sides of them protruded. My hands were above my head, lightly gripping the top edge of the table.
Her hands moved circularly in opposite directions, meeting in the centre of my back and radiating to my sides. Her hands, as they passed, caressed the sides of my breasts. There could be no doubt that she knew exactly what she was doing. It wasn't in fact very arousing, because my breasts were too compressed to feel very much, but I sighed deeply again. I suppose it was a fairly unsubtle way of letting her know that I wanted her to do more.
Amanda moved to the top of the table, leaning slightly forward and massaging the very top of my back. She was close to my head now, so close that I could feel the warmth of her body and hear her breathing and the small sounds she made as she worked. Her thighs were pressed against the backs of my hands where they gripped the table. Their pressure grew and grew, and I tried to press back, but I didn't know if she could feel it.
Then she moved sideways a little, so that her thighs were no longer against my hands. But something was pressing, and I realised with a shock that it was her cunt. Her thighs were on each side of my right hand, and pressing against it -- not very strongly, but definitely -- was the mound of her cunt. I tried to press back, but again I couldn't feel much with the back of my hand.
After a few moments she stopped moving her hands, leaving them resting lightly on my back. She said, "Would you like to turn over and I can do your front?"
I sad, "OK," and turned awkwardly on my back. I felt more naked than I had ever done in my life, as if I were pointing my breasts and cunt at her. I suppressed a nervous giggle. "I feel rather exposed," I said.
She looked at me in the eyes. I looked back at hers. They were large and grey. I realised that we were both slightly smiling. "If you like," she said while we looked at each other, "I could take my own clothes off too, so that you wouldn't be alone."
This was the moment. I continued to look in her eyes. I said, "I think that would be good."
Without taking her eyes from me, she unbuttoned her dress. It slipped off her like a shirt, and she stood there in her bra and knickers. They were both pale blue. She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra and slipped it off. Then she peeled off her knickers and stood there naked. It was a very intimate moment. We were showing ourselves to each other.
She was as beautiful as I had hoped. Her breasts were full and firm, but not especially large. Her belly was firm, too, but full. Her skin was smooth. The muscles were there, but they were not hard like a bodybuilder's. She looked soft and sweet. At the base of her belly her body tapered to a blunt delta, with the vertical slit small but clearly visible from the front through a fine covering of blonde hair.
"You look lovely," I said.
"So do you," she answered.
She stood there another moment while we continued to look at each other. Then she came over to where I lay and put her hands on my shoulders. She leaned down, carefully, and kissed me full on the mouth.
I kissed her back. Our mouths were slightly open, but neither of us used our tongues. I simply enjoyed the sensation of her lips against mine. They were exquisitely soft. Our mouths seemed to fit exactly. I lifted my hands and placed them gently against her breasts. I had never touched a girl's bare breasts before, and I felt her nipples graze the palms of my hands. Her breasts filled my hands. I squeezed them gently.
"Let me massage you a little longer," she said.
She took her bottle of oil and squeezed a thin trickle down the centre of my body from my breastbone to the base of my belly. She began to massage me from the shoulders down. There was no hesitation: she spread the oil firmly on my breasts and rubbed it in. This time it felt electric, and I pushed them against her hands as hard as I could. But I did not have long. Her hands moved down to my stomach and hips. She was going to touch my cunt. And then she did touch it, but only lightly and quickly, before her hands moved to my legs and travelled quite quickly down them. I was disappointed; I had wanted her hand on my cunt and it had passed by.
Her hands began to move back up my legs, more slowly than they had moved down them. I was just beginning to think that they were coming closer again to where I wanted them when suddenly, without warning, she lifted her right hand and placed it full on my cunt and gripped it. I felt another shock of desire and gasped again. She did not stop: she maintained her grip, with the heel of her hand pressing my clitoris. She gripped harder and harder and I felt the sudden rush of approaching orgasm; I was right on the brink. She sensed it and released the pressure. "God," I said.
I was quite shaken by the force of the shock that had passed through me. I could only pant for a moment, recovering. "I was waiting for that," I said.
She looked at me, and we held each other's gaze for a few moments. Then she said, "Why don't we lie down together on the bed?"
"That's what I would like to do," I answered.
I sat up awkwardly, conscious of the fold of flesh on my stomach and the wobbling of my breasts, paused for a moment and then swung my legs over the side of the table and stood up. We both stood by the table, naked. She took the step that separated us and put her hands on my shoulders. Although tall for a woman, she was smaller than any of the men with whom I had stood like this, and her skin was infinitely softer and smoother. She was rounder than a man, and the roundness was strange to me.
I felt as if what was happening was unreal, as if I were somehow in a dream. I could not believe that I was doing these things and saying these things. Amanda had seemed so matter-of fact when she asked me to go to the bed. And had I answered her as if I were saying that yes, a cup of tea would be nice. And yet I was going to kiss her and touch her breasts. Her breasts would touch mine. I was going to kiss her cunt.
I looked at her breasts, and then at mine, which were facing hers and very close. I could feel warmth emanating from her. I moved forward further, slowly, until our breasts touched. I felt her nipples slightly rough and hard against the soft skin of my breasts. I pushed my breasts against hers, and she pushed back. I looked up to her eyes, then leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. This time our lips were slightly parted, and I felt the juices of her mouth. I felt her arms go around my neck. We pressed our bodies together, and her hand moved down to my buttock and pulled me harder against her. I slipped my left leg between hers, or perhaps she slipped her right leg between mine; we moved simultaneously, and strained our cunts against each other's legs. I found both my hands gripping Amanda's buttocks hard. I was breathing heavily.
After a moment we drew slightly apart, and then, holding hands, walked over to the bed. Amanda got on it first, then drew me down beside her. We lay at full length, facing each other.
"Would you like me to turn the other way up?" Amanda asked. I knew what she meant. She meant so that we were in the sixty-nine position.
"Yes," I replied.
In fact I was the one who turned around, rather clumsily I felt, so that my head was at her feet and my feet were near her head. I tried to move up the bed but there was no room for my legs. "Move down the bed," I said.
She moved down the bed, and closer to me. Her cunt was suddenly very close to my face. Drawing my breath, I slowly, hesitatingly, placed my hand on Amanda's cunt. Very gently, careful not to hurt her, I slipped my index finger between her lips and inside her. My finger was inside another woman's cunt. I felt the extreme softness, the slipperiness, the wetness. I felt Amanda's body tense; I heard her breathing quicken. At the same time, I felt her put her arm across my hip and grip my buttock, and then I felt her head pushing at my crotch. I tried to swivel my hips back to make it easier for her to get at, but it was difficult.
"It's easier if one of us is on top," she said.
"Let me get on top," I answered.
Feeling a little awkward, I knelt over her, then leaned forward on my hands and knees. I felt as if I were sticking my bottom in Amanda's face and I hoped that she didn't mind. I moved so that my head was directly above her crotch, then lowered the front of my body on hers. Then I lowered my hips until I was lying flat on her. As I pushed my hips back my cunt bumped her chin.
Then I looked at Amanda's cunt.
It was quite beautiful and clearly visible beneath the fine blonde hair. Her outer labia were small, so that between her legs there was just a smooth, blunt delta with a round-edged slit. I bent my head and kissed it. I kissed Amanda's cunt. There was a faint, almost imperceptible, genital smell.
I levered myself up on my elbows a little, and parted the lips with my two index fingers. They opened easily, and I saw two tiny, pink moist inner lips. I could see the ridge where her clitoris was concealed. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth and placed it full on her open cunt. I sucked it, and worked my tongue inside the slit. I felt how wet it was, and how smooth and slippery it was inside compared with the outer skin. I could not believe what I was doing. I was kissing another woman's cunt. I kissed and sucked and licked her cunt, pressing my face deeper and deeper inside it. I felt her legs fall further apart, and I moved my head down further into her crotch, so that my nose was between her buttocks. They were beautifully clean and I didn't care. I lost myself in Amanda's cunt.
At the same time I was feeling Amanda's mouth close on my own cunt and her tongue begin to probe me. Amanda's lips and tongue found my clitoris and sucked and licked it, as I did the same to hers. I found I could concentrate on both my mouth and my cunt; it was like when I was being fucked by a man and kissing him at the same time, feeling his cock deep inside me and against my clitoris and simultaneously the length and strength of his body and the warm wetness of his mouth and tongue. Now I felt the full length of Amanda's torso against mine; I felt her hand on my breast; I felt my lips and tongue buried in her cunt; I felt my cunt kissed and pressed and invaded by Amanda's lips and tongue. I was overwhelmed. I was losing control. I pressed my cunt harder and harder against her mouth; I pulled her cunt harder and harder against my mouth.
At a particular slide of her tongue, my hips involuntarily jerked with the first strike of orgasm; almost simultaneously I felt Amanda's hips jerk. I did not attempt to stop. I could not stop. My hips jerked and jerked, thrusting out the climax, as intense as I had ever experienced. Amanda was in orgasm too, her hips bucking against my mouth and her sharp cries in my ears, and with the one remaining thread of control that I retained I concentrated on keeping my mouth and tongue on her clitoris and cunt as firmly as I could.
The long orgasm ended. My hips relaxed. I was overcome. I lifted myself off her and threw myself around to face her. I was in tears. I kissed her. "I love you," I said. "I adore you. I adore you. I worship you." I wept on her shoulder.
My sobs gradually ceased, and I began to regain control of myself. I drew back a little and looked at Amanda. Her beautiful blonde head was on the pillow, and she smiled at me, then leaned towards me and kissed me deeply on the lips. "I love you too," she said.
"Will you sleep here with me?" I asked. "Just for a short while. I would love this to continue a little longer. I have never experienced anything like that before, ever. It was ecstasy."
"I never want to leave," she said. "Never."
We broke up after two years. I have never really known why, and I have never really stopped being in love with him. None of the half dozen or so who have come afterwards have sparked anything like the same feeling of complete love and passion, and the greatest regret of my life is that I don't think it will ever happen again.
Now I suppose I am more hard-boiled. I doubt that I know every type of thing that people do with each other, or to themselves, in the pursuit of sexual gratification, but I know many of them. Some I can imagine myself doing and some I can't. I had thought about lesbian sex and read about it and even been a little aroused by the thought of it. But I never wanted to seek it out, and no-one ever tried to seek it out with me. Actually, that's not quite right. A few times an openly lesbian woman had made an inquiry, but they had always been the butch, short-haired, ugly type, usually either excessively muscular or fat, and I had just said I wasn't interested. And I wasn't, with them.
But Amanda was different. She was pretty, and feminine although she was strong. One of the things that has always put me off lesbian sex is the fear that the other girl's cunt will be ugly or dirty or both. But I knew that not all cunts are the same, and somehow I knew that Amanda's would be sweet and clean. I had wondered what it would be like to touch another girl's cunt and have another girl touch mine. The thought of another girl and I touching each other's cunts excited me. I had even thought about kissing another girl's cunt while she kissed mine, and I had found that that was arousing as well − until I had begun to think about who the other girl might be, and then I been turned off. But Amanda I could see was different. I could imagine kissing her on the mouth. I could imagine kissing her cunt.
Amanda did not react to my gasp and the involuntary tensing of my body. Her hands moved to my left buttock and caressed it gently. Her left hand moved deeper into the cleft between the buttocks. I relaxed them completely and let my legs fall even further apart. I sighed deeply again.
Her hands now began to massage up my back. She moved fairly quickly past my waist, so that her hands came level with my breasts. These were squashed under me, but the sides of them protruded. My hands were above my head, lightly gripping the top edge of the table.
Her hands moved circularly in opposite directions, meeting in the centre of my back and radiating to my sides. Her hands, as they passed, caressed the sides of my breasts. There could be no doubt that she knew exactly what she was doing. It wasn't in fact very arousing, because my breasts were too compressed to feel very much, but I sighed deeply again. I suppose it was a fairly unsubtle way of letting her know that I wanted her to do more.
Amanda moved to the top of the table, leaning slightly forward and massaging the very top of my back. She was close to my head now, so close that I could feel the warmth of her body and hear her breathing and the small sounds she made as she worked. Her thighs were pressed against the backs of my hands where they gripped the table. Their pressure grew and grew, and I tried to press back, but I didn't know if she could feel it.
Then she moved sideways a little, so that her thighs were no longer against my hands. But something was pressing, and I realised with a shock that it was her cunt. Her thighs were on each side of my right hand, and pressing against it -- not very strongly, but definitely -- was the mound of her cunt. I tried to press back, but again I couldn't feel much with the back of my hand.
After a few moments she stopped moving her hands, leaving them resting lightly on my back. She said, "Would you like to turn over and I can do your front?"
I sad, "OK," and turned awkwardly on my back. I felt more naked than I had ever done in my life, as if I were pointing my breasts and cunt at her. I suppressed a nervous giggle. "I feel rather exposed," I said.
She looked at me in the eyes. I looked back at hers. They were large and grey. I realised that we were both slightly smiling. "If you like," she said while we looked at each other, "I could take my own clothes off too, so that you wouldn't be alone."
This was the moment. I continued to look in her eyes. I said, "I think that would be good."
Without taking her eyes from me, she unbuttoned her dress. It slipped off her like a shirt, and she stood there in her bra and knickers. They were both pale blue. She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra and slipped it off. Then she peeled off her knickers and stood there naked. It was a very intimate moment. We were showing ourselves to each other.
She was as beautiful as I had hoped. Her breasts were full and firm, but not especially large. Her belly was firm, too, but full. Her skin was smooth. The muscles were there, but they were not hard like a bodybuilder's. She looked soft and sweet. At the base of her belly her body tapered to a blunt delta, with the vertical slit small but clearly visible from the front through a fine covering of blonde hair.
"You look lovely," I said.
"So do you," she answered.
She stood there another moment while we continued to look at each other. Then she came over to where I lay and put her hands on my shoulders. She leaned down, carefully, and kissed me full on the mouth.
I kissed her back. Our mouths were slightly open, but neither of us used our tongues. I simply enjoyed the sensation of her lips against mine. They were exquisitely soft. Our mouths seemed to fit exactly. I lifted my hands and placed them gently against her breasts. I had never touched a girl's bare breasts before, and I felt her nipples graze the palms of my hands. Her breasts filled my hands. I squeezed them gently.
"Let me massage you a little longer," she said.
She took her bottle of oil and squeezed a thin trickle down the centre of my body from my breastbone to the base of my belly. She began to massage me from the shoulders down. There was no hesitation: she spread the oil firmly on my breasts and rubbed it in. This time it felt electric, and I pushed them against her hands as hard as I could. But I did not have long. Her hands moved down to my stomach and hips. She was going to touch my cunt. And then she did touch it, but only lightly and quickly, before her hands moved to my legs and travelled quite quickly down them. I was disappointed; I had wanted her hand on my cunt and it had passed by.
Her hands began to move back up my legs, more slowly than they had moved down them. I was just beginning to think that they were coming closer again to where I wanted them when suddenly, without warning, she lifted her right hand and placed it full on my cunt and gripped it. I felt another shock of desire and gasped again. She did not stop: she maintained her grip, with the heel of her hand pressing my clitoris. She gripped harder and harder and I felt the sudden rush of approaching orgasm; I was right on the brink. She sensed it and released the pressure. "God," I said.
I was quite shaken by the force of the shock that had passed through me. I could only pant for a moment, recovering. "I was waiting for that," I said.
She looked at me, and we held each other's gaze for a few moments. Then she said, "Why don't we lie down together on the bed?"
"That's what I would like to do," I answered.
I sat up awkwardly, conscious of the fold of flesh on my stomach and the wobbling of my breasts, paused for a moment and then swung my legs over the side of the table and stood up. We both stood by the table, naked. She took the step that separated us and put her hands on my shoulders. Although tall for a woman, she was smaller than any of the men with whom I had stood like this, and her skin was infinitely softer and smoother. She was rounder than a man, and the roundness was strange to me.
I felt as if what was happening was unreal, as if I were somehow in a dream. I could not believe that I was doing these things and saying these things. Amanda had seemed so matter-of fact when she asked me to go to the bed. And had I answered her as if I were saying that yes, a cup of tea would be nice. And yet I was going to kiss her and touch her breasts. Her breasts would touch mine. I was going to kiss her cunt.
I looked at her breasts, and then at mine, which were facing hers and very close. I could feel warmth emanating from her. I moved forward further, slowly, until our breasts touched. I felt her nipples slightly rough and hard against the soft skin of my breasts. I pushed my breasts against hers, and she pushed back. I looked up to her eyes, then leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. This time our lips were slightly parted, and I felt the juices of her mouth. I felt her arms go around my neck. We pressed our bodies together, and her hand moved down to my buttock and pulled me harder against her. I slipped my left leg between hers, or perhaps she slipped her right leg between mine; we moved simultaneously, and strained our cunts against each other's legs. I found both my hands gripping Amanda's buttocks hard. I was breathing heavily.
After a moment we drew slightly apart, and then, holding hands, walked over to the bed. Amanda got on it first, then drew me down beside her. We lay at full length, facing each other.
"Would you like me to turn the other way up?" Amanda asked. I knew what she meant. She meant so that we were in the sixty-nine position.
"Yes," I replied.
In fact I was the one who turned around, rather clumsily I felt, so that my head was at her feet and my feet were near her head. I tried to move up the bed but there was no room for my legs. "Move down the bed," I said.
She moved down the bed, and closer to me. Her cunt was suddenly very close to my face. Drawing my breath, I slowly, hesitatingly, placed my hand on Amanda's cunt. Very gently, careful not to hurt her, I slipped my index finger between her lips and inside her. My finger was inside another woman's cunt. I felt the extreme softness, the slipperiness, the wetness. I felt Amanda's body tense; I heard her breathing quicken. At the same time, I felt her put her arm across my hip and grip my buttock, and then I felt her head pushing at my crotch. I tried to swivel my hips back to make it easier for her to get at, but it was difficult.
"It's easier if one of us is on top," she said.
"Let me get on top," I answered.
Feeling a little awkward, I knelt over her, then leaned forward on my hands and knees. I felt as if I were sticking my bottom in Amanda's face and I hoped that she didn't mind. I moved so that my head was directly above her crotch, then lowered the front of my body on hers. Then I lowered my hips until I was lying flat on her. As I pushed my hips back my cunt bumped her chin.
Then I looked at Amanda's cunt.
It was quite beautiful and clearly visible beneath the fine blonde hair. Her outer labia were small, so that between her legs there was just a smooth, blunt delta with a round-edged slit. I bent my head and kissed it. I kissed Amanda's cunt. There was a faint, almost imperceptible, genital smell.
I levered myself up on my elbows a little, and parted the lips with my two index fingers. They opened easily, and I saw two tiny, pink moist inner lips. I could see the ridge where her clitoris was concealed. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth and placed it full on her open cunt. I sucked it, and worked my tongue inside the slit. I felt how wet it was, and how smooth and slippery it was inside compared with the outer skin. I could not believe what I was doing. I was kissing another woman's cunt. I kissed and sucked and licked her cunt, pressing my face deeper and deeper inside it. I felt her legs fall further apart, and I moved my head down further into her crotch, so that my nose was between her buttocks. They were beautifully clean and I didn't care. I lost myself in Amanda's cunt.
At the same time I was feeling Amanda's mouth close on my own cunt and her tongue begin to probe me. Amanda's lips and tongue found my clitoris and sucked and licked it, as I did the same to hers. I found I could concentrate on both my mouth and my cunt; it was like when I was being fucked by a man and kissing him at the same time, feeling his cock deep inside me and against my clitoris and simultaneously the length and strength of his body and the warm wetness of his mouth and tongue. Now I felt the full length of Amanda's torso against mine; I felt her hand on my breast; I felt my lips and tongue buried in her cunt; I felt my cunt kissed and pressed and invaded by Amanda's lips and tongue. I was overwhelmed. I was losing control. I pressed my cunt harder and harder against her mouth; I pulled her cunt harder and harder against my mouth.
At a particular slide of her tongue, my hips involuntarily jerked with the first strike of orgasm; almost simultaneously I felt Amanda's hips jerk. I did not attempt to stop. I could not stop. My hips jerked and jerked, thrusting out the climax, as intense as I had ever experienced. Amanda was in orgasm too, her hips bucking against my mouth and her sharp cries in my ears, and with the one remaining thread of control that I retained I concentrated on keeping my mouth and tongue on her clitoris and cunt as firmly as I could.
The long orgasm ended. My hips relaxed. I was overcome. I lifted myself off her and threw myself around to face her. I was in tears. I kissed her. "I love you," I said. "I adore you. I adore you. I worship you." I wept on her shoulder.
My sobs gradually ceased, and I began to regain control of myself. I drew back a little and looked at Amanda. Her beautiful blonde head was on the pillow, and she smiled at me, then leaned towards me and kissed me deeply on the lips. "I love you too," she said.
"Will you sleep here with me?" I asked. "Just for a short while. I would love this to continue a little longer. I have never experienced anything like that before, ever. It was ecstasy."
"I never want to leave," she said. "Never."
Jan's Story
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Wanda45
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