My nearly first lesbian experience

I work up at 5.45 am this morning – incredibly horny with a trace memory of cybering (?) lingering in my mind.

I did what I usually do in this state – I started to use my fingers on my clit. I use two fingers, about an inch apart to rub either side of the base and pull the flesh back to expose the hood.

I had reached that lovely state between dry and wet ……..

– you know the place, where you have to decide whether to wet your fingers or wait just a little bit longer until your vagina produces enough moisture to be wicked up by the muscles to the clit – so your fingers can slide up and down deliciously.

Before I could make that decision a picture jumped into my mind – this is unusual – normally I settle down, once things are nicely wet, to select and develop the fantasy. This time I received a vivid picture – bumping into the woman I described here a couple of days ago.

She is laughing, takes my hands and pulls me into a room. “It’s soundproofed and we can lock the door,“ she says. She goes in first and stands at the table and leans back a little, I lock the door and she beckons me forward. I get to within a couple of feet of her and she signals for me to stop.

She is smiling directly into my eyes and she gently bunches the fabric of her dress in each hand and starts to rub the fabric sensuously up and down her thighs. I think it is black cheesecloth, although I haven’t touched it I know it feels soft. The dress suits her figure – it fits snugly on the top and billows out over her waist and legs. She carries on rubbing for a while – lifting the fabric further and further up to expose almost the full length of her long legs.

As she looks deeply into my eyes I can feel, as a physical force, her arousal as it builds.

She lifts the dress and pulls it off over her head. Oh, beauty and joy her breasts are delicious – small and perfectly round. There is a slight sheen on her skin, there are little freckles sprinkled across them – maybe she has shown them to the sun. Her areolas are soft, smooth, pink and slightly domed – in that stage before full arousal – where they are thinking about it. They make up nearly half of the surface area – they seem to me to be begging to be kissed.

She stands there for a second and then motions me forward. I kneel before her and kiss her mound through her plain white cotton knickers, she arches her back a little. I take the opportunity to inhale her scent – it is addictive – I could do this all day.
She gets impatient and starts to pull her knickers down over her hips. I get the message and ease them down planting little kisses on her legs all the way down – and on the way back up.

She moans and opens up her legs a little to give me access to the silky softness of her inner thighs.
I reach her mound and tentatively slip my tongue into the slit, searching for the edge of her clit. She arches her back a bit more and suddenly there her clit is. Wild horses couldn’t have held me back – I lick round, up and down, I even try that rolled tongue technique I wrote for the Literotica role play – I use this to suck her clit up into a peak. The juice starts to flow from her honey pot – it is so sweet – I move my tongue to her vagina and luxuriate in the juice. Her vagina feels smooth to my tongue, it has little nooks and crannies that I explore – it is a glorious feeling. All the time I’m doing this she is moving against me and her juice is flowing – over my lips and across my face.

I feel her hands on my shoulders, pulling me up and away from her pussy. She holds my head in her hands and licks her juice from my cheeks. She kisses me deeply as she unbuttons my shirt and slides it off my shoulders, she undoes my bra so easily(!) and frees my breasts in one smooth movement. She cups my breasts in her hands and bends forward to swirl her tongue over my nipples.
She unzips my trousers and I step out of them. She sinks to her knees to kiss my mound as she gently pushes my knickers down over my knees to the floor.

It seems as though all of this is happening in slow motion – the intensity of it is awesome.

With her eyelashes she plants angel kisses on my clit – this is exquisite and makes me gasp with pleasure. She then grazes her teeth across the hood of my clit and sucks it into her mouth where she uses her tongue to create a swirling feeling. This drives my arousal to a fever pitch, the juice is literally flowing out. She trails her tongue to my vagina and I try to widen the space between my legs to increase her access. I stroke the back of her head, feeling the baby softness of her fine brown hair that mirrors the sparse covering on her mound. I can’t help making little thrusts with my hips, although I try hard to keep still so I can get the most feeling from her tongue, teeth and lips.

We are both moaning and groaning with passion and I want to show her that I love what she is doing to my pussy – I pull her gently upwards and plant kisses down her face as she reaches the same level as me. I lick my juice from her face – we taste slightly different – I’m a little more salty than her.

We both caress each other breasts and then use our hands to stroke and penetrate each other’s vagina. I want to feel her skin all over her body, I long to press up against her - I experience a moment of frustration – I don’t know how women pleasure each other and still keep all over body contact - if you see what I mean – I haven’t done this before.
We both seem to think of a solution at the same time. She eases one leg in between mine, this places both pussies in contact with a leg – her’s on mine and vice versa. This is spectacular and enables us to feel and rub clits and breasts and use hands and lips on each other with unrestricted access.

I have never been so turned on – my juice is all over her leg, the friction between my slit and her smooth skin is incredible, my orgasm is approaching at the speed of an express train – and so is hers if what I’m feeling through my lips, tongue hands and leg is anything to go by.

I just beat her to it as she cheats – she inserts 3 fingers into my vagina and strokes my G-spot. She has found this first go(!). My vagina spasms on her hand and I writhe with release. Her very vocal orgasm follows.

Gently disengaging her hand I slide my tongue down her body until I can lick her juice from her clit to her vagina. I have only just reached her vagina and inserted my tongue when she presses my face into her pussy and grinds against me in another orgasm. My tongue is gripped in her vagina and there is a new tangier taste as her orgasm juice (cum?) flows out.
She is determined to do the same to me – so I experience the most wonderful cunnilingus ever. I know what being eaten out feels like now.

I have cum for real by now and usually at this point the fantasy fades. I see the picture begin to soften and shimmer prior to fading away – I feel a real sense of loss until I hear her voice in my mind saying, “That’s the most amazing experience I have had – I have never done it before but it feels so right with you. I’m going to replay it tonight when I get to bed. See you soon.” Before I can tell her it was the same for me she has gone.

The really weird thing is the feeling I had when I woke up was that there was someone with me – maybe it was her waking up to replay her meeting with me, maybe her higher-self was seducing my higher-self. Maybe it was neither of these but it was so real that I would now describe myself as having had a real life lesbian experience.

It is very special to be able to feel a woman’s orgasm with your tongue.