Under the spotlight…my bisexuality

Every since I met ~M online I have thought about her and what it would be like to have a physical experience with her. So on a regular basis I revisit this in my sexual fantasies – I still can’t understand why, but the things I imagine are so real and exciting that the orgasms I have are spectacular; so maybe that’s why I keep going.

So this is my second fantasy that involves her……………..

~M has rung me, did I want to come over and have a coffee and a gossip? Yes, oh yes, like a shot.

We sit in her living room, it is a hot day outside, but the breeze from the ocean keeps the room cool.

~M relaxes on one of her sofas, I sit opposite her. We chat about inconsequential matters. We have frequent eye contact. For a while I feel comfortable but we get to discussing sexual fantasies, I get a fluttery feeling in my stomach.
She says, “I sense you are feeling a bit awkward talking about this, shall we stop?”
“No, but I’m not sure what to talk about,” I answer.
She asks, “Would you prefer it if I ask you some questions?”
I nod.
She starts by asking me how often I masturbate and where I start on my body. She is leaning back against the sofa cushions and she is gazing into my eyes.

I tell her how I start by stroking my breasts and nipples, using my finger tips and nails to stroke and very gently scratch them. Then how I go out wider, to run my nail tips over my tummy and back up to my breasts; then how I squeeze and push my breasts, working them quite firmly; how sometimes I will stroke the underside of my upper arms, up and under my breasts.

She asks how the skin feels – it is very soft, I tell her, especially on my breasts outside the areolas, how sensitive it is.
She asks if I only touch my nipples lightly – no not always I tell her, sometimes I scratch and pinch.
She asks if I twist and pull them a little, yes, I tell her it makes them more sensitive.
She then asks if I imagine eyes looking into mine, watching my reaction with each pinch...twist...pull. “Yes, I do…”

She says to me, “Tell me what you are feeling now.”
I tell her that I can feel my pupils widening, the light is getting brighter.

She says, “Someone is the puppeteer ...pinching here...you arch and moan; but just stopping and circling so softly again….. and you shiver and shudder.”

I can’t stop myself, I arch my back and her eyes widen. I say, “Of yes, from one to the other is delicious.”
She smiles at me and it’s hard not to smile back.
She asks if there's a perfect twist...at the border of pain and pleasure and before I can stop myself I have said, “Yes – it gives me a funny feeling up my vagina if it’s right.”
She is watching my face and she smiles again.

She then says, “I want to ask you some different questions now, on how you think doing other things might feel, are you alright with that?”

I nod, not sure what is going to happen.

She starts by saying… “Why don’t you close your eyes, lean back and relax…”

She says, “How would feel if there was a flick of the tongue on your nipple with eyes locked, with the puppeteer?”
I open my mouth to speak and my body has a series of little shudders – I blurt out, “I’m getting little shudders.”

She says, “But these shudders are good, aren’t they? What about teeth nipping gently?”

Suddenly I have a big, all over body shudder, one of those that makes me bend forward and groan, I can feel some wetness spreading through my knickers.
She smiles and leans forward a little and says, “What about licking a finger to wet your other nipple…. playing with both...teasing, sucking softly at one nipple....rolling the other between my fingers?”

“What do you feel?” she asks.

I whisper, “I’m getting vaginal contractions now...”

She says, “A gently writhing woman is so beautiful to me.”

I shudder again, I realise what she is doing and I don’t want her to stop.

She continues, “I keep teasing one nipple with my tongue...I pull and twist the other nipple just right... before letting it snap back and slowly sliding my hand down your tummy.”
I can’t hide my reactions now, I groan.

She says, “I stop my hand near your belly button, gently caressing your skin with my fingers.”

I have lost all inhibitions now, I’m rocking - this is so delicious.

She goes on, “I’m circling your nipple with my tongue...so slowly...watching your face...running my hand up and down your side.”

I have another big shudder and this makes me groan.

“Tell me how you feel now, Collette, “she says. I whisper, “I’m getting really wet now.”
She asks, “And you want, need?”

“You to rub my clit….” I groan back….

“I’m not going to touch you, but I want you to do as I tell you – will you do that?” she asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

She says, “Do you have panties on?”
“Yes.”
She says, “ Feel them...on the outside, are they wet? Tap your clit through your panties for me...just tap it...no rubbing circles. Are you sensitive, needing more?
“Yes.”
“Ever taste yourself, Collette?”
“Yes.”
“Slide your fingers under your panties.…don't touch your clit.…get some of that wonderful nectar, suck it slowly off your fingers for me.…every drop; slide your hand back down...on top of your panties...

“Better listen, now slide it slowly...up and down your slit...even pressure...from clit to entrance...slowly….push your panties in there…..feel your pussy pulsing….your clit throbbing through the fabric…….my hand there……….just...not enough yet.

“Come back, Collette...come here, are you on the edge?” she asks.

I’m shaking, I’m nearly there.

I groan, “Nearly there, just want to stroke my clit to get there.”
She says, “Don't yet, good girl…..stay right there...feel that edge... you know you're going to scream when you fall over the edge...it's coming…..so close.

“Lift up your skirt, now pull your knickers aside, good,” she instructs.

She whispers, “Rub your clit, let my hand be there. Mmmm....so wet...you can hear your pussy….. I want inside…..I want your pussy….want to send my fingers inside of you…..rub your clit with my thumb while my fingers slide in and out….pounding into you...deeper and deeper…… whispering in your ear….. that's my girl... you want it...your pussy wants it, I can feel it...squeeze my fingers….let go...let me have you….
“Cum for me, my sweet little slut…..you love it...you love all of it…….that's it...don't stop...faster and harder……..explode...let go... you want to... you love this.”

I’m gone, the shudders meet the shivers and I scream, “I’m cumming,” as the juice gushes out all over my hand and my skirt.

I open my eyes slowly – not sure of ~M’s reaction. She is sitting there, a big smile on her face, her legs pressed closely together.

I have so many questions, but I’m learning gradually not to blurt them out…… although being submissive is so delicious.

Laurent’s Treat

Laurent liked the first story so much that he suggested that I write another. He knows that I fantasise about women and so this is his idea about how to please me.
Like last time – this is what he told me, followed by my version of what actually happened.

Laurent:

”Following our last encounter, I decided that we should take it further and knowing your taste for ladies, I chose to take you to a lavish private club on Berkeley Square where I had been on a few occasions by myself.
To ease you into it, I booked a table at The Ritz on Thursday evening, when it is a dinner dance when people arrive dressed in their best.
I had chosen for you a long dark red cocktail dress with a slit on both sides revealing your long legs, open back and V plunging front, exposing half of your breasts, …..any sudden movement could reveal your nipples.
As per my instructions you joined me in the bar looking sultry and extremely sexy, me being the only one knowing that under that dress you were not wearing any panties, but stockings with a porte-jarretelle, and a balconet bra barely able to support and hold in your breasts. Men glanced at you as you entered and couldn't believe you were joining me where a Champagne cocktail was waiting for you.
I loved how they were looking and trying to see more of your shapely legs as you crossed them one and then the other, hearing the fine silk covering your legs brushing against each other.
As we walked towards the restaurant where the Maitre D' showed us to our table you could feel eyes looking at your swaying ass, tightly clad into your dress, I loved the way it made me feel and knowing it was exciting you too.
I ordered us a nice bottle of Puligny-Montrachet to start and for the main course a bottle of Gevrey-Chambertin.
You knew I was up to something but you didn't know what or where I would take you afterwards and this gave you goose bumps. Between courses we danced, I held you tight against me and you could feel my arousal pressing into you, whispering in French, knowing this arouses you,
"tu aimes comme ma queue presse contre toi et t'exites, commences-tu a mouiller alors que nous dansons, tes tetons durs comme de la pierre, ton clito pret a etre sucer et lecher"
I cup your cheeks into my hands and pull you even tighter against me if that’s possible and reveal where I am going to take you later, as I reveal where I am taking you, you lips let a soft moan escape them.
As dinner finishes I lead to Berkeley Square as it is only a short walk, nodding at the door man; he opens the door for us and I can feel you shiver against me as we enter a luxurious lobby and greeted by a stunning tall black lady, her name is Sophie I tell you and she will be looking after us but more precisely after you....
Sitting ourselves down in to a luxury booth a bottle of Dom Perignon arrives, you are smiling nervously but the previous alcohol intake as calmed your nerves. As the champagne is poured I let my hand slide up your uncovered thigh until I reach your pussy and feel the heat and moistness oozing from it. I dip a finger inside, as you bite your lips as not to moan out loud, and cover it with your nectar and teasing your hard clit, withdrawing it you look at me with imploring eyes as you are so excited. I bring my finger to Sophie's lips and let her taste you on me as she lets her tongue twirl around moaning in appreciation and then saying you taste wonderful.
Sophie's is tall dark black woman who is French, she has an incredible ass that only black woman can have, big soft breasts, size E, with extremely long nipples that I have enjoyed in the past, she is an extremely talented and dedicated lover, but tonight, it is all about you being pleasured by Sophie as I watch; getting pleasured by her, with the contrast of her dark skin and your pale skin.
The reason I picked her is that she is French and black, a combination that I thought you would love.........”


Collette:

Laurent probably hasn’t told you how adventurous he is when it comes to sex. Before we met he’d had erotic encounters in interesting and unusual places and sometimes with more than one partner. He’s been very open about this and it intrigued me, so I’ve probably given him the idea that I’m more experimental than I really am.
But Laurent is also a romantic so when he told me about a dinner dance at the Ritz I loved the idea. He likes to be controlling and I love it when he is, so it was fun to let him choose my clothes for the evening. The cocktail dress in plum red slubbed silk fabric would not have been my first choice, with my colouring some reds are risky as they can clash with my auburn hair, but this was just right and looked very striking with the imperfections in the silk catching the light as I moved. Typically, Laurent had gone over the top, the side slits and low back were not a problem; but he’d bought me a platform bra – this made my cleavage several inches higher than normal. Really I don’t need such a bra since with C cup breasts there’s enough flesh there for a respectable sized cleavage – but men will be men…… I love wearing silk stockings in the evening so a lacy suspender belt was just the thing. I wasn’t too keen on going commando, particularly with a skirt with long side slits, but I knew he would be there to look after me.
The dinner was lovely. Laurent knows I like very dry white and it was chilled to perfection – not so cold that you couldn’t taste it – it went beautifully with the scallops we had for starters and his choice for the main course was inspired. He knows that I love wine from the Côte de Nuits – the body of the wine brought out the flavour of the Chateaubriand but didn’t overpower it as a Shiraz might have done. Between courses we danced. Laurent dances like all Frenchmen I have met – like an octopus – clasped up really close and hands all over you. I could feel his erection pressing against me as he whispered naughty French phrases in my ear. As usual the combination of the words in his sexy accent did for me – as he said I began to get wet and my clit was ready to be sucked and licked. He wouldn’t tell me what he had planned for after dinner, I knew it would be exciting – his surprises always are.
The walk to Berkeley Square was lovely, for a change it was a warm evening so we could enjoy the empty streets.
I’m not sure what Laurent had planned but the building we entered could be a club or a luxurious apartment block and my mind was racing, I was apprehensive. He introduced me to a beautiful woman in the lobby – Sophia. That he’d met her before was obvious, but from the looks that passed between them I was sure that he’d been intimate with her at least once before. Sophia joined us in the private booths that lined the large area in the centre of the club. Each booth had chaise longues and low tables and could be screened from the main area by semi transparent curtains. Laurent ordered champagne and waived the waiter away so Sophie could serve it. As she did so he slid a hand up my thigh and into my wet slit. I had to muffle a moan in my napkin. After giving me a little, delicious stroke he pulled his hand away and offered a finger to Sophie. As she sucked his finger I got a huge jolt of electricity through my vagina, his words as he’d introduced Sophie suddenly took on a new meaning. He’d said, “Sophie is here to look after your pleasure.” At that point I think I realised just what that might mean, Sophie said, “You taste wonderful.”
Sophie was stunning, the light reflected off her skin revealed just how soft it was. She was wearing a silky, clingy dress emphasised her beautiful curves, the deep purple enhanced the colour of her skin and made her look regal, she had the same accent as Laurent, but her voice was sexier as it had a certain huskiness to it.
She sat down next to me and handed me a glass. I was nervous about what might happen next, the wine I had drunk earlier had calmed me down a bit, but I was glad of something to hold. We chatted and Sophie sensed that I was curious about her. She told me that they had been friends for a long time, since childhood, when she winked at me I got the feeling that maybe she had been Laurent’s first lover

After I had taken a couple of sips Sophie took my glass and put it on the table. “Now it is time for you,” she said. I felt another jolt of electricity in my core. Laurent and I had discussed my bi-curiosity at length and I had told him of my torrid but limited previous experiences. That he’d remembered those and planned this for me was wonderful, made even more delicious by the fact that he would be watching and maybe joining in.

Sophie ran a finger up my arm and lifted my hair off my neck and she planted little kisses behind one ear. This made me shudder; it was so unexpected and arousing. With the same finger, and marked by little kisses, she traced a path down my neck and across the flesh of my breasts to just above my nipples. This made me shudder and moan. I was aware of a cooling breeze on my slit – the dress had slipped sideways to reveal my secret places and Laurent was blowing gently on them. For some reason that was incredibly arousing.
Sophie released my nipples and sucked them gently, rolling each between her tongue and lips. This made me moan and there was no way I could hide it.
She reached behind me and undid the long zip of my dress. As the fabric fell away she kissed the newly exposed areas – below my breasts, across my tummy and the top of my legs. She gently but firmly pulled me to my feet so I could step out of my dress. She knelt down to pick up the fabric and what she did next took me completely but surprise – she kissed the insides of my legs from my ankles to my thighs, through the silk onto the naked skin. Laurent had to hold me up by the time she’d got past my knees as I was shuddering so much. It was the most delicious bliss. I arched and trembled as she reached my slit. My legs were apart and I could see my silhouette in the mirror behind the chaise, it revealed light reflecting off the juice that was making its way through my labia onto my thighs. I watched Sophie's tongue reach my juice and start to lap it up. This triggered another massive shudder and I felt and saw more juice ooze out. Laurent added to the arousal, he stroked my breasts as he supported me, I could feel his erection straining at his trousers as I pressed back against his body.

He lowered me to the chaise and swung my body round so I was laying full length on it. He handed me my glass of champagne and said, “Have a sip, ma petite cherie.” He unzipped Sophie’s dress and kissed the back of her neck. She turned and tapped him on the hand, I thought I heard her use the word “mechant”, he grinned – I think she’d called him naughty boy.
Sophie was exquisite – Rubenesque probably would describe her best. She knelt next to the chaise and gently stroked one of my breasts. Then she kissed me all the way to my slit, I arched up against her face, it was so lovely a feeling. She insinuated her tongue into my slit and found my clit and started to roll and suck it. I was so wet it the juice began to spread over her face. She looked up at me and licked her lips and then began to kiss me and spread my juice up my tummy to my breasts and then up to my face. She ran her tongue across my upper lip and then kissed me deeply.

I was so aroused I couldn’t help arching up against her. She slipped one leg between mine so her thigh was pressing up against my clit, I felt a hot wet sensation on my left thigh – it was her pussy pressing against me.
She was as wet as I was.
She started to move her hips, rhythmically pressing her thigh onto my slit and her pussy onto my leg. The pressure and the vacuum created sucked the juice from our vaginas and made a loud squelching noise.
I’d never done this before, it felt so good; it built the tension and the sensation. While we were moving together Sophie pushed one of her breasts against my face and I sucked a nipple – I experimented with nipping and nibbling, she murmured, “Oui, oui, c’est au poil!” as she arched against me.
She reached around me to put a couple of fingers up my vagina and finger fucked me in time to the thrusts against my clit. When I wasn’t kissing and sucking her breasts, she was doing the same to me or we were kissing each other's mouths and faces. She encouraged me, speaking in French – it was so arousing, I missed most of what she said – I was in the clouds.
From time to time I was aware of Laurent, stroking me, kissing my hair, briefly I thought that he was being very patient – normally he would have jumped on me by now! – and then my mind went back to how close my orgasm was.
Sophie was a wonderful lover, she played me like an instrument – pulling back when I nearly went over the edge until I was supersensitive and shuddering all over, whimpering in my need. By trhis time I was completely out of control; moaning and groaning , shivering and shuddering, muscles expanding and contracting, my juice making a slick all down Sophie’s thigh. I felt the arousal ramp up as Sophie found my G-spot and started to press it – then I was over the edge, bucking against her and squeaking.
As my spasms subsided Sophie moved down my body to lick my clit and the whole area of my vulva. She was moaning and I sensed Laurent couldn’t hold back any longer. He slid his cock up her vagina; as it went in she sucked harder on my clit. She quickly established a rhythm – I felt Laurent’s pelvic thrusts communicated through her body shudders and the pressure of her mouth on my vulva. As her orgasm built Sophie fucked me with her tongue and that rapidly brought my arousal up to the edge again.
Laurent must have been very excited as he orgasmed when Sophie did. By some miracle so did I. We must have made one hell of a racket as my vulva muffled only Sophie’s shouts.
Laurent, gave me a kiss and asked if he could lick Sophie's pussy – of course he could – I was amazed at his restraint.

I said, “Absolument, vu qu’il fera mon virage pour faire que la prochaine fois!”…. there was no way I was going to miss that treat, a repeat of this adventure was on my agenda…maybe next time we could take a trip to France – perhaps to Belle Isle sur Risle at Pont Audemer – my favourite hotel of all time.

Beware of what you borrow…. It might get you into bother

This is a fantasy, suggested by a friend, who sent me the most delicious photo I have ever seen, as inspiration for it….

Collette and Janine have been friends since university, both are in their mid forties. They have gone their separate ways but always kept in touch. Janine had her family early and her daughter Jane is in her mid twenties.
Jane is a very assertive young woman, she is bi-sexual – not that her mother knows this. She has a strong libido and is very clear about what does and what doesn’t turn her on. Janine would say that her daughter has a tendency to be bossy. Jane would probably agree.

Collette has a successful career in a man’s world. In her view there are two types of women in her field – those who dress to please themselves and those who dress to please men. She’s in the former camp- her clothes are very chic but not sexy – functional and comfortable. Not that she’s a prude, its just that she has never seen the benefit in low cut, flimsy, lacy things – whether its undies or top layers. Of course she assumes that everyone else is like her – if there are sober clothes on top then what’s worn underneath will be sensible and not frivolous.

She has come to stay with Janine for a long weekend – they are still good friends but have never exchanged intimate secrets, neither knows for example that they share a fascination with bi-sexuality and that both of them would jump at the chance to experiment with sex as their current sexual relationships are a bit vanilla – fills them up but there is no spark.

Over breakfast, a comfortable meal with just the two of them, still in towelling robes, Collette tells Janine that she’ll need to do some shopping as she’s forgotten to pack enough underwear for her stay.
Janine says, “You and Jane are about the same size, she always buying underwear and will have some new stuff in her room, she won’t mind if you borrow something.”
“Shouldn’t I ask her first?” Collette says. “I don’t want to wind her up, if I’m honest I find Jane a bit intimidating, she is so confident.”
Janine smiles, “No more than we were at her age, go on, she won’t bite, I don’t expect her back for ages anyway.”

So after breakfast Collette has a shower and wrapped in a towel goes into Jane’s bedroom and sits at the dressing table where the underwear is kept. She takes out a couple of bras and some knickers. She really surprised, as these are beautifully designed, but very flimsy – made of lace and transparent fabrics, and she asks herself, “Jane wears these beneath business suits and jeans? She must do there are no ordinary cotton knickers here.” She chuckles to herself, remember when Janine and her were at university, how they used to call the knickers, she now wore, ‘ passion killers’.

She puts a pair of knickers to her cheek – they feel like silk, such a wonderful soft, slinky feeling against her skin. “I wonder want they would feel like on?” she says.
She slips the first pair on, white lace appliquéd onto translucent cream silk, these are like little shorts with wide frilly legs that are cut in a V high on the hips. They are so soft she can’t help stroking the fabric against her hip, “what a wonderful feeling that is,” she mutters to herself.
She then tries on the matching bra. It is wonderfully sculpted to hold up her breasts without masking her nipples, it feels as though she’s not wearing anything, except when she moves in a certain way, then the silk covered edge of the bra caresses her nipples. Again she can’t help touching the fabric, she catches sight of herself in the mirror, tongue between her lips, both hands up, fingers touching her breasts, legs spread and little curls of auburn pubic hair peeping round the frills. She gasps, she looks so alluring it is turning her on, she continues to look at her reflection and sees her nipples hardening – she is surprised, this has never happened before – she feels so sexy.

She takes off that set, eager to try another look. This time she chooses a lacy thong; she’s never worn one of these and has always wondered whether they would be comfortable or if they made you feel like you were being cut in half.
Again this feels as though it is made of silk. It has a V cut in the top to mirror the shape the rest of it makes across her mound and down to between her legs. She is amused by how little fabric it has, and how transparent the lace is. She slips it on and to her surprise it fits like a very comfortable glove. She then puts on the matching bra – this is made of similar material, under wired so it makes the most of her small breasts. Although the cups cover most of her breasts they might not be there – the fabric is completely transparent.
She looks at herself in the mirror and is shocked to see that she actually looks naked – she can see her slit and, if she moves her legs in a particular way, her clit and vagina. She can’t resist touching her nipples, where they are pressing up against the fabric
She is just thinking to herself that this is far cry from her cotton cover-ups, when she hears the door open, and in the mirror sees Jane come into the room.
She is transfixed, fingers still on nipples; totally flummoxed, she opens and closes her mouth but no sound comes out.
Jane smiles and comes to stand behind Collette. “How’s my favourite Aunt, then?” she says, as she makes eye contact in the mirror with Collette.
“I, um, I, er,” stammers Collette, rendered virtually speechless by the situation. Jane places a hand on each of Collette’s shoulders and squeezes gently.
“Mum said you were up here, wanting to borrow some undies – those look great on you,” she says.
Collette lets out the breath she doesn’t realise she’s holding. Relieved that Jane isn’t fed up with someone trying on her underwear without her knowledge, Collette gabbles, “I’m so glad you didn’t mind that….., I was worried you might…….., I didn’t want to……, your underwear is…., it is so lovely to….., feel so good in it….., it makes me feel…, want to……”

She puts her hands to her face, her cheeks are burning.
Jane reaches over Collette’s shoulders and grasps her hands and gently pulls them away from her face.
“It’s ok,” she whispers, “shush, shush, you look so good in them, look at how sexy your body looks.”
Collette looks in the mirror and suddenly sees herself through Jane’s eyes, rosy blushing across her breasts and cheeks, hard nipples, legs apart showing her secret places – an aroused woman. She groans and closes her eyes. She can’t face what she has discovered, that she loves Jane seeing her body like this. – a young woman who so easily could be her own daughter….

Jane kneels in front of Collette and pulls her into the circle of her arms. She whispers, “It’s alright, shush, just chill.”. She strokes Collette’s hair very softly. They are both kneeling and gradually Jane pulls Collette closer so they are touching breast to breast, hip to hip. She pushes Collette’s head onto her shoulder and lifting up her hair, gently strokes the back of her neck.
Collette whimpers. “Shush, shush,” Jane whispers again as she starts to stroke Collette’s nearly naked back.
She gently moves one hand up and down Collette’s back. As she does she feels Collette’s back rippling as little shudders make their way up and down the muscles.
Collette murmurs, “Stop, please stop, now!” and she pulls back from Jane. She looks into Jane’s eyes, her own luminous with unshed tears. “I mustn’t, you shouldn’t, I can’t,” she blurts.
“What is it,” asks Jane, “tell me, please.”

Collette pushes herself up from the floor and sits on the dressing table bench, she puts her head in her hands. From behind this screen she haltingly tells Jane, “I’m like your mother, I shouldn’t feel the way I do, I can’t feel like this…!”

Jane kneels in front of her and gently strokes Collette’s knees. “What are you feeling, Collette?” she says, “tell me.”
“I have feelings I shouldn’t have,” Collette confesses, “feelings for you.”

Jane says nothing, she plants little kisses on Collette’s knees and gently starts to stroke her thighs.
“No, “ says Collette.
Jane’s response is to kiss further up Collette’s thighs until she groans and spreads her legs.
Collette sits up straight and puts her hands down. She looks at Jane and says, “I’m going to stop you, because this is wrong.”

Jane replies, “Your body is saying something else, look how turned on you are.” She points in the mirror to between Collette’s legs, both of them can see wetness glistening on the labia, through the thong, as it reflects the light . She puts two fingers on Collette’s labia and rubs them gently through the fabric. Then she pushes until a finger separates the lips and slips past the fabric between them.

“Yes, oh yes,” says Jane as Collette groans.
Jane has found Collette’s clit and is rubbing it, shudders hit her body, spreading up from her vagina, the juice oozes out all over Jane’s finger. Collette can’t help her legs spreading wide. It is Jane’s turn to groan as she moves between Collette’s legs to lick her clit. Collette arches her body to increase the contact with Jane’s mouth.
Jane increases the pressure as she takes Collette’s clit between her lips and sucks it.
This is the most wonderful feeling that Collette has ever had. The pulling on her clit seems to go to her very core, she wants to press Jane’s head further into her slit, she wants to thrust and suddenly finds that is what she is doing. Jane slips a couple of fingers up Collette’s vagina and times her sucking and finger fucking with Collette’s thrusts. Soon Collette is shuddering and bucking on her fingers and face.
Collette is feeling so aroused, the sensation in her vagina is incredible, she can feel that everything is swollen and as though her heart in beating in her clit. Her muscles begin to tense sharply and she knows that this is the sign that her orgasm is nearly there. As she becomes aware of this all the tension lets go and the muscles stretch and contract rhythmically. Her hips arch and shudder and her juice squirts into Jane’s face as she cums. She pants and whimpers and squirms as the muscle contractions continue for 20 seconds. Throughout this time all she has been aware of is Jane’s mouth and fingers. As she comes down from her orgasm she becomes aware of the noises in the house and what a vulnerable situation she’s in.
Jane squats in front of her, takes Collette’s face in her hands and kisses her deeply. Collette is aware of her juice on Jane’s face and in her mouth. She is surprised how good it tastes.
She can’t help kissing Jane back. But then commonsense begins to assert itself.
She pulls back and says, “We can’t ever do that again, that was a mistake, I’m sorry, I’m responsible, I should have stopped you.”
Jane’s answer is to grasp Collette’s hand, put it between her legs and start to thrust on it, “You can’t stop now, “ she says, “look what you have done to me., I need to cum too.”
Collette groans and leaning forward returns Jane’s kisses.

“Yes,” she says …..