She blushed and apologized backing out of the bathroom to leave her friend to get dry and dressed. On the other side of the door Vee was getting wetter thinking about her body, wishing she was naked in there with her. She would have been more than happy to have soaked in the tub with her. Washing her back, covering her with suds and gliding in between her legs with her soft hands and mouth after she’d had a chance to massage her breasts, lightly lick her nipples and suck on them.
Vee knew her husband could be a real ass sometimes; this wasn’t the first time they’d commiserated over a bottle or two of wine about her marriage. And it hurt Vee to see her friend so upset and unappreciated, undervalued. She wanted to hold her and show her how beautiful and wanted she was. Men so often failed to see and understand what it really took to keep a woman happy. It starts with attention, pay attention to her. If you don’t someone else will. A little tenderness and romance goes a long way too. Vee had always wanted her, but never crossed that line, after all she was a married woman; not happily but still married nonetheless.
Vee called her to the main bedroom after a few minutes of just sitting on the edge of her king size bed, tormenting herself imaging her friend in the next room rubbing lotion all over her body. Feeling emboldened by the bottle of Moscato she had enjoyed while her friend was in the tub, she called her into her room. She appeared at her bedroom door, still in her towel, she hadn’t quite had enough time to put on the silk pajamas, and Vee didn’t mind that at all.
“Come sit,” she said warmly, patting the spot next to her.
Sitting side by side close enough to smell the coconut and feel the each other’s body heat, they chatted, laughed and without even realizing it, Vee had rested her hand on my upper thigh. In my nervous state I started looking around at anything but her. Her bedroom décor could have been featured in an IN-Style Home magazine. She didn’t have a lot of time to take it in though, the view for the next few hours would be limited; ceiling or flesh.
“I’ll go slow,” she was true to her words moving her hand gently up my leg, my heart beat was anything but; it’s all I could hear pounding on my ears.
She moved her hands gently up my thigh and towards my neatly shaved pubis, I began to relax and unexpectedly moan a little, taking that as her cue she did what she’d wanted to do for years and leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I’ve dreamed of how you would taste for years,” and finished her sentence by kissing my neck, grazing her nose across my face before kissing me.
I know where her hands just were and what she was doing, but somehow a kiss was different. It was intimate and conclusive of feelings. I froze, at first. Then I reciprocated and her lips parted and so did mine, and our tongues found each other, passionately and eagerly. It was still so tender I’d never been kissed like this. Vee was tender and firm, like the feeling of her breasts pinned against mine.
The kisses led to her fondling my breasts, she paid special attention to my hardening nipples. At first through the towel until she barely tugged at it and it fell away. My last barrier was gone. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I did what she did, she seemed to like it too. I cupped them and squeezed softly, then harder when I felt how her breath had increased and her chest was rising and falling. Her breasts were softer than mine, and smaller but her nipples were equally hard as mine were. I rubbed them in between my fingers, I wanted to suck on them but I wasn’t ready yet. Vee’s hands moved from my breasts up to cradle my neck to hold me tighter and kiss me deeper, but it was also a way to control me. She moved so smoothly, practiced in the art of seduction perhaps?
I was laid down with such care and she kissed me from my collarbone, to in between my breasts, to my naval and kept going. I was mildly protesting (I think) when my legs were being parted and her first warm touch from her hand landed in what felt like to me to be a pool of my excitement. But when that first flick and suckling combination from her skilled tongue met my pulsing wet clit, I went totally limp from utter pleasure and relaxed under her touch. She stayed in between my legs for some time, but who could discern seconds from minutes in this state of euphoric confusion. All I know is I was focused on not squeezing her head while I was seemingly riding her face.
When she slipped two of her fingers into my wet slit, I lost all control. I was writhing and moaning, closer to screeching would be more accurate. She buried her face even deeper and only stopped for a moment to look up at me, admiring how she’d reduced me to a whimpering begging woman. She looked so pleased, and devilish licking her pussy juice slickened mouth before turning back to the source, holding the tops of my thighs even tighter to her face.
Further motivated by my soft pleads, “Mmm oh my God Vee, make me cum.” She didn’t deny my request, within moments I was screaming out her name, shaking through the best orgasm I’d ever had. Three in a day was a record for me, I laid on her beautiful blue duvet, in a pool of my own silk and creamy fluids. Vee continued to lightly play in my pussy, stroking her fingers around and cupping my vagina with her hole hand, which was actually a little soothing I was still so tender and tingly from her. Moments later, she was lying next to me and kissed my cheek then my lips. I kissed her back and felt my heart quicken again and the butterflies start fluttering in my belly and wetness returning in between my legs.
“Vee, I don’t know what to say, I uhh.”
“It okay, you don’t have to say anything.” We got under the dry covers, throwing the wet duvet on the floor, our bodies intertwined were enough to keep us warm. We spooned and cuddled all night, taking turns on who was on the outside or inside, touching each other playfully throughout the night, for now that was enough for her.
It was the most peaceful night I’d spent with a lover, the only thing that disturbed me was the buzzing and glow from my phone at 7a.m., otherwise I would have laid in bed with her all day. The idea of her teaching me what she liked and exploring her body made me smile.
I got up and tiptoed to the bathroom to answer the intrusion before it woke her.
“Hello,” I whispered into the phone, and was greeted with a much louder and harsher tone, “Tia, where are you!?”
“I’m fine, I’m at Vee’s. I’ll be home soon, and we need to talk.”
(E.D. 2021)