Chapter 2 – My nearly second lesbian experience

The signal …… my body does things without my mind asking it to – it is reacting with sexual arousal to the presence of other women.

Same time, same place – next day. Very like yesterday I awoke wet and because I’m a clit addict, my fingers went to that special place and continued the arousal that had started in my unremembered dream.
This time I was much wetter – the place between wet and wetter – that might sound strange but it is what happens when there hasn’t been any external activity to move the juice from inside the vagina forward to the clit. So to create that glorious slipperiness you have to dip your fingers in the heavenly well. I did this and began to get that feeling of concentration of sensation in my vagina – as though that is the only part of my body where the nerve endings are working.
I have that feeling now – writing this.
The next stage is juice flooding everywhere…….. and my clit jolting –its muscles contracting without my control - completely delicious.

I thought this time the mechanical method might bring release. I suppose someone reading this blog might get the impression that I masturbate for the fun of it – not so – I need to do it to release the sexual tension. A bit like needing food to live.

So being able to reach orgasm simply by using one fingers and not needing one’s mind is a very much easier process.

But before that could happen there was another picture. Of my fantasy sexual partner from yesterday – the real woman.
I can tell from what she says that this is our second encounter. She takes my hand and we run to another room. This time she says “Close your eyes”.
When she tells me to open them she is standing very close to me, she takes my head in her hands and kisses me very softly all over my face – including my eyes. Her hands go to my shirt and she pulls it over my head, she unclips my bra and puts it on a chair. She then arches her fingers and with her nails scratches me all over my torso – her nails hardly touch me – she is caressing and teasing me – it is exquisitely arousing.

I tell her that I will have to take my knickers off if I want to wear them for the rest of the day. “In a minute,” she says as she flattens her fingers and the scratching becomes stroking with her fingertips. My nipples are engorged and the whole surface of my breasts is tingling. She runs her fingers down to the top of my skirt.
“Mmm,” she says and unbuttons my skirt, pulls down my knickers and puts them on the chair – like yesterday it feels as though everything is in slow motion and somehow that intensifies the sensations.

She kneels down in front of me and runs her fingers across my pubic hair – her fingers hardly touch me – I can feel each hair triggering a little electric shock as she touches it. Her fingers continue down my outer labia and as they come back she inserts the middle one to kiss my clit as it passes.
She says to me “I want you to tell me how this feels – I want this to be mind blowing.” I know she doesn’t mean the dirty talk, she wants to understand how to pleasure me. That is so touching.

She tongues my clit and I direct her actions – she is right – it is mind blowing – the best sex I have ever had.
I ask her to put her tongue in my vagina and fuck me with it – as she does this I give little thrusts with my hips to signal the speed and depth of her actions. I tell her how amazing it is feeling, what my muscles are doing. This is very special and the first time I have had this rapport with a sexual partner.

My orgasm is building, I can feel my vaginal muscles closing on her tongue. “I want to touch you,” I say and start to pull her up. I kiss all my juice off her face with little licking movements – she kisses me back, deeply with her tongue.
I tell her that it’s not fair that she still has her clothes on – “Well, undress me then,” she replies.I slip off her shirt and plant tiny kisses on her breasts. I go to unzip her skirt and she stops me.
“I want you to do to me what you did in your blog – you know, when you wrote about seeing panties on the train.”
I tell her I’ll do that but only if she tells me how it feels.

I kneel before her and do as she asks. I slide the soft silky fabric up her legs to reveal white lacy pants – they are totally delicious – made entirely of flimsy cotton lace – very fine and with a pattern that showcases her beautiful mound and lips. I go to slip them off and again she stops me.

“I want you to stroke and rub me with them still on – I want to get so wet that you can suck my juice through the lace.”

It was fantastic to be doing what she wants. I use my fingers and my tongue to press the lace into her slit. I flick her clit with my tongue. She tells me what her muscles are doing, how good this feels and how wet she is getting. That she is enjoying it and getting very aroused is very exciting for me and my clit is clenching as well.
We both laugh as I make loud sucking noises – just like getting up the last of the milkshake.
She asks me to take off her knickers and suck her to orgasm – she explains that she wants us to learn how to give each other orgasms as well as having them.
I slip the wet lace off her body – she has a beautiful navel and channels where her legs join her hips – it’s as though her body is pointing you at her clit – at her centre.
She is still standing up as I suck her clit. She holds my head and says “I’m going to fuck you now.” She thrusts her mound against my face. My nose and mouth are surrounded by her labia – it is the most intimate thing I have ever done. Her skin is soft and silky, her clit is surprising hard, and her inner lips are quite plump. Her movements create a suction effect that alternately draws in air and draws out juice. She has a violent orgasm and I have to hold her hips in the circle of my arms to keep my face in that magical place. I know the exact moment that she orgasms as her juice changes flavour and texture – it is sharper and more viscous. I am able to lick it all up as she shudders and trembles back down to the plateau.

She kneels down and gazes into my eyes, she holds my face and says “That was truly mind blowing – I never realised sex could be like that.”
She gently pushes me back onto the carpet. She bends my knees and lifts them apart, much like the internal examination using the stirrups that most of us females are familiar with – we joke about that. She explains that she wants to pleasure me and see how my body changes when I’m excited – that she will look and I will describe. I lie back, she strokes my clit with her tongue, she slides her fingers into my vagina, she scratches my G-spot, she looks intently at me. I tell her how my orgasm is building. I feel my vaginal opening enlarging and contracting rhythmically. It builds to a crescendo and as I reach the peak she shrieks, ‘I can see it, you are cumming,” and I do. I then hear her say, “Your juice is still coming out in little gushes, as the muscles move.”
It takes 5 minutes for me to stop shuddering and shaking.
It is wonderful to know that you are doing exactly what someone desires.

The orgasm I had in reality was immense – and for the first time I was able to bring myself to three peaks. Do other women have multiple orgasms when they masturbate? Another of my unanswered questions.