An unexpected and very pleasant surprise - my first time with a woman
If you’ve followed my blog for a while you probably know that I’ve had fantasies about one of my neighbors, Mark. I’ve concocted in my mind all sorts of scenarios where I seduce him or he seduces me and we spend hours in bed together exploring each other’s bodies. For various reasons, though, not the least of which is that he is married to a very nice woman, I have never gone further than fantasizing about him.
In any event, spring had finally come and I was out in the yard doing some clean up when Mark and his wife, Jen, walked by. We were chit chatting about all of the usual things - how nice it was that the weather had finally turned warm, how beautiful the flowers looked, what a good mood it put us in, etc. - when Jen asked where my husband was. I told her that he had just left on one of his trips to Europe and that I was on my own for the next couple of weeks.
“You poor girl,” she said, “how lonely that must be. Listen, Mark is taking our kids to visit his parents this weekend. Why don’t you come over on Saturday and we can have a girl’s night?”
As much as I was disappointed that Mark wouldn’t be there, I was also thankful for the invitation as I really like Jen and I do get lonely when my husband is away.
“I’d love to,” I said.
When Saturday came, I dressed in a sleeveless pink dress and Jack Rogers sandals, grabbed a bottle of white wine and walked across the street. Jen greeted me cheerfully with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You look beautiful,” she said. “That dress looks great on you.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “You look beautiful as well. I don’t know how you can keep that figure of yours.” Jen is about 10 years younger than me and tall, blonde, and pretty in an all-American, girl next door sort of way. She was dressed in a short navy skirt and a low cut red silk blouse. It was an outfit that accentuated her long legs, small waist and shapely breasts. Indeed, I was envious of her in more ways than one.
“Good genes and a fair amount of time at the gym is the answer, but let’s not worry about our figures tonight. Thanks for the wine, but if it’s ok with you, I made a pitcher of Jen’s Famously Strong Margaritas. I created the recipe back in college. I’d like to say that there are lots of secret ingredients, but the main secret is lots of tequila,” she laughed. “In any event, they’re guaranteed to make your troubles go away.”
“Sounds like we have a fun evening ahead of us,” I chuckled. .
“Cheers,” she said as she handed me a margarita, “I am so glad that you could come tonight. It’s so much more fun drinking with somebody than alone.”
“Thanks so much for having me over,” I said, “and I agree. If it weren’t for you, I’d be sitting home alone drinking wine and feeling sorry for myself.”
We sat next to each on the sofa, our legs tucked under us. The margaritas were indeed strong and by the second one I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy. Jen was the perfect hostess, always keeping my glass filled and making me feel totally at home.
As usual, Jen was funny, friendly, and engaging. Our conversation ranged the gamut from neighborhood gossip to the current political situation to the NCAA basketball tournament, where both of our colleges were in the Sweet 16. I guess because of my added years she’s always looked up to me as sort of a mentor, and tonight she peppered me with questions about everything under the sun - children, gardening, cooking, vacation destinations, etc. She seemed genuinely thankful for my advice, frequently reaching over to touch me as if to accentuate how thankful she was. I, on the other hand, was really enjoying Jen’s company, not to mention the attention and flattery.
We had finished the pitcher of margaritas and were well into the bottle of wine I had brought when Jen’s questions took a turn and totally threw me for a loop.
“Liz, I can’t believe I’m asking you this, but I’m drunk and curious. If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine, but do you and your husband have a good sex life?”
Well this is getting interesting, I thought. I was drunk, too, so I answered and with more information than I normally would have. “We do,” I said, “when he’s at home, but unfortunately he travels all the time, so let’s just say that I’m forced to take matters into my own hands more often than not.”
“But you’re still attracted to him?”
“I don’t know if attracted is necessarily the right word, but we love each other very much and yes, at least when he’s home I think our sex life is as good as it’s ever been and when he’s not, well, I have a very good imagination. How about you and Mark?” Two can play this game, I thought, and anyway, Mark’s sex life was of huge interest to me.
“I have a good imagination as well, and it’s a good thing I do because...I mean...well...oh damn, I don’t know...for some reason I’m not attracted to Mark any more. I just can’t get into sex with him, so our sex life has become virtually nonexistent. I know he’s frustrated, and I know it’s my fault. I just don’t know what to do about it. C’est la vie I guess,” she sighed. “I do, though, have quite an extensive collection of toys, and I’m pretty good at taking care of myself, even if I’m not so good at taking care of my husband,” she laughed.
Now that is a really interesting piece of information, the devil on my shoulder was whispering in my ear. Mark, the object my fantasies, is not getting any sex from his wife. Lock that away and think about what you might be able to do with it in the future.
My thoughts were interrupted by her asking, “So what do you think about when you are taking matters into your own hands?”
Wow! Those margaritas really must have been strong! This was definitely not a conversation I was used to having! Sex is almost always top of mind for me, but it’s not something I ever talk about with others. With that said, if Jen wanted to talk about it, then I was more than game.
“Well, sometimes I imagine I am making love to a particular man - never my husband - and sometimes I imagine I’m fulfilling one of my fantasies.”
“Do tell! Anybody I know?”
Even in my drunken state, I wasn’t about to tell her how many times I had fucked Mark in my imagination, so I said, “I don’t think so. Lately it’s been a guy at the gym who really turns me on,” which was not at all a lie.
“And what are your fantasies?”
“This is embarrassing,” I said, although I was enjoying the conversation and even beginning to get a little turned on. “I’ll tell you mine if you’ll tell me yours.”
“Deal,” she said. “You first.”
I took a deep breath. “Ok. Here goes. I have lots of them, but there are two that are at the top of the list. The first is a threesome with two men.”
“Mmmm...that’s a big turn on for me as well. I love the idea of being the center of attention - so to speak! And what’s the second?”
I paused. This really was embarrassing, but, since I was feeling no pain, I plunged ahead.
“Don’t laugh, but the second is to be with another woman. I highly doubt that either will ever happen, though.”
Jen smiled and hesitated, as if thinking. When she finally spoke, I wasn’t prepared for what she said. “Would it surprise you if I told you I was bi?”
I was stunned. First off, I never in a million years would have guessed that about Jen, but secondly why was she telling me this?
“I haven’t been with a woman since I married Mark, but before that I was definitely equal opportunity. Frankly, I miss it. Especially lately...”
The room had gone silent for me. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding.
Jen reached over and took my hands in hers. “Have you ever kissed another woman?”
I couldn’t speak. I shook my head.
“Would you like to?”
I noddded.
Jen leaned in and softly kissed me. Nothing else touched between us except our lips. Oh my God! Her soft lips felt so good on mine, so different from the men I had kissed. She kissed me again. I felt her tongue against my lips, gently probing. I opened my mouth to accept it and the kiss became deeper, more intense, our tongues dancing with each other. I felt Jen’s arms on my back, her hands on my neck, in my hair, pulling me closer. My passion was building, and it was pretty clear that Jen’s was as well.
After a few minutes, she pulled back. “Are you okay?” she softly asked.
“Actually, I think I’m more than okay,” I smiled shyly. “I’m really liking this.”
“Would you like to do more?”
I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Oh yes,” I exhaled.
“Then let’s go upstairs to my bedroom.”
Jen stood up, took my hand, and led me up the stairs. I followed as if in a trance. When we got to her bedroom, she closed the door behind us. I was frozen in anticipation and excitement, not knowing what to do next but knowing I very much wanted it to happen. Jen must have sensed my nervousness. She gently kissed me again on the lips, then my neck, then my ears. I had goose bumps all over. “Just relax and leave it to me,” she whispered in my ear, “I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt.”
I stood there numbly, reveling in the electricity coursing through my body. Jen continued to gently kiss my neck and ears as she lightly, ever so lightly, traced her fingers over my back, my arms, my neck, and finally my breasts. My breathing was getting ragged. I felt her unzip my dress and then her fingers were on my bare back gently rubbing. Caressing. I felt her unhook my bra. More light kisses all over. More gentle caresses. I was on fire. And then in one motion she slipped my dress and bra off my shoulders and pushed them to the floor.
She stepped back to look. “I’ve always loved your tits,” she murmured as she now devoted herself to them, gently stroking them, tracing her fingers around them. My nipples were rock hard as she teased them, squeezed them, and finally taking them into her mouth, sucked on them, playing with them with her lips and her tongue. I could hardly breathe. I was tingling all over. Her hands continued to play with my breasts as she slowly kissed her way across my stomach and then knelt.
My panties were soaking wet by this time, but I was too turned on to care. Jen continued to tease me, kissing up and down my inner thighs while lightly tracing the outline of my pussy lips with her fingertips. She kissed my pussy, making me shiver as she caressed my lips through the material. I was lightly gyrating and gasping and moaning when she finally pulled my panties down and softly brushed her lips against my pussy. Jesus!
“Just beautiful,” she sighed.
And then she stood.
“Don’t stop!” I wanted to scream, but Jen clearly had a plan and continued to take charge.
“I think we should move this to the bed,” she said, “but I’m feeling a little overdressed, so first I want you to undress me.” Seriously?!?! This beautiful, younger woman was telling me to undress her?!?!
She took my hands and guided them to the top button of her blouse. I undid it. And then I undid the second. And the third. And then her blouse was hanging loosely, giving me a peak of her red bra underneath.
“Go ahead. Take it off.” I followed her orders, slipping the blouse off of her and dropping it to the floor. I now had a view of her breasts overflowing from the demi-cup bra.
“Now take off my bra.” It was like I was having an out of body experience, blindly following orders from this suddenly dominant woman. Like a robot, I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, removed it, and dropped it on top of her blouse on the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her breasts and the pink nipples which crowned them.
“Touch them,” she instructed. She took my hands and put one on each breast. I cupped her breasts in my hands and felt their weight. I ran my fingertips over them, circling each of her nipples. I delighted as they became erect and I heard her moan in pleasure.
Jen removed my hands. “That’s enough. Now take off my skirt,” she commanded. Who was I to argue? I unzipped her skirt, knelt and pulled it down. I was now face to face with her pussy, covered only by a sheer red thong. I could see her lips and that she was shaved through the material. “Go ahead. Finish the job,” Jen ordered. And I did, pulling her thong to the ground.
This was the first time I had ever been so close to another woman’s pussy and I stared, mesmerized. Before I could do anything else, though, Jen said, “Come here,” and she lifted me up and led me to the bed. I lay down and Jen knelt on top of me, straddling my waist and giving me an unobstructed view of her tits.
“Still okay?” she asked.
“Oh yes.”
“Well you’re about to be even better,” she said, and with that, Jen resumed her achingly slow ministrations. She leaned over, her breasts pressing into mine and kissed me deeply, our tongues plunging into each other’s mouths. She then moved to my ears, my neck, and finally my breasts. I was writhing around on the bed, never having experienced such pleasure. After patiently devoting herself to my tits she moved south, kissing my stomach, my navel, and at last her mouth was where I wanted it - no, needed it.
I needed it desperately, but Jen wasn’t ready to give it to me. She continued to tease me, lightly kissing me up and down both sides of my mound, up and down my inner thighs - everywhere but where I most wanted it. I was gyrating, thrusting, and whimpering, my hands grasping at the sheets.
And then, finally, finally... At the first touch of her tongue on my pussy, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I gasped as I felt it gently probing my lips. Now her tongue was inside me, tasting my wetness, running up and down the length of my slit, but still conscientiously avoiding my clit. I was in ecstasy. I was in agony.
“Please,” I begged, “Jen, please...”
Jen looked up at me and smiled. “What do you want, Liz?”
“My clit...Please.” It was all I could do to get the words out.
“All you had to do was ask, Liz,” and she proceeded to minister to my clit, circling it with her tongue, taking it into her mouth and sucking on it, flicking her tongue back and forth on it. At the same time, she inserted a finger into my pussy and began to fuck me with it.
I had been so close to cumming for so long that that was all it took. I held Jen’s head as I ground my pussy into her face. My head went back and my eyes clenched shut as waves and waves of pleasure shot through my body. I had never known anything could feel so good as this orgasm. I came and came for I don't know how long, clenching my pussy hard around the finger thrusting inside me, pushing hard against the tongue still running over my clit, letting out gasps and moans until finally I couldn’t take any more and pushed Jen’s head away.
She climbed back up to me and gently kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips.
“Still okay?”, she smiled.
“Oh my god! That was the most intense orgasm of my life!”
“I told you so.”
We lay there for awhile, cuddling, kissing and exploring each other when she took my hand and guided it to her pussy. “Feel how wet you’ve made me.” My finger penetrated her lips and entered her sodden pussy. What a turn on to know that I was having this effect on her! I began to probe her pussy with my finger.
“No. That’s not what I want right now. What I want is for you to take your finger out of me and suck on it.”
I complied. It felt so erotic sucking on my finger and tasting my pretty neighbor’s sex.
“Do you like the way I taste?”
“Mmmm...” was all I could say.
“Good, because now I want you to go down on me,” she commanded.
Until then I had been the recipient and beneficiary of Jen’s talented fingers and tongue, but now the roles were reversed. “I want to. I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel, but I’ve never done this before. I’m worried that I’m going to disappoint you.”
“Sweetheart, don’t worry. Something tells me you’re going to be a natural.”
And with that, I tried to imitate what she had just done to me. Her moans and the gyrating and twisting of her body told me I was doing something right.
Emboldened, I finally reached my goal, licking up and down her slit, tasting her. My tongue found her clit and began to play with it. “Put a finger inside me,” she ordered. “That’s right. Fuck me with your finger, Liz. Harder! Harder!”
Jen held my head in place against her bucking hips and cried out, “Just like that, Liz! Right there! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” And then, “Oh God! I’m cummmming,”
Afterwards we cuddled and kissed some more, and Jen asked me if I wanted to spend the night. Sleeping with her was absolutely exquisite, being held, feeling the softness of her skin against mine, her soft breaths on my neck, her breasts pressed against my back...
I woke up with the sun streaming through the window and the wonderful sensation of Jen lightly kissing the back of my neck. “Mmmm that feels delicious,” I said sleepily as I rolled over to kiss her.
“Well I know something else that feels delicious, and it tastes delicious as well. And speaking from long ago experience, there’s no better way to start the day,” she laughed. And with that, Jen pushed me onto my back and proceeded to go down on me again.
I was no longer drunk, so everything was clearer and more real, and Jesus did it feel good. This was not at all like my husband or Patrick. It was softer, more subtle, and infinitely more pleasurable. I wanted it to last, but in no time at all I felt my body convulsing and ecstasy overtaking me.
Still naked, Jen went downstairs, fixed coffee, and brought it back up. We lay in bed drinking our coffee and talking. “I hope you don’t feel like I took advantage of you last night,” she said, “I was drunk and horny and, well, when you told me that you fantasized about being with another woman, I just decided to go for it.”
“Last night, no. This morning, however,” I laughed. “Seriously, though, you just gave me the best sexual experience of my life. I can’t tell you happy I am!”
“Well I’m happy, too, and since Mark and the kids won’t be back until late this afternoon, why don’t we spend the morning in bed together. There are a few other things I’d like to do with you.”
- - - - -
This happened a few months ago and since then Jen and I have had regular play dates while our husbands are at work and her children at school. She has definitely broadened my sexual horizons and brought me pleasure in ways I never could have imagined.
I didn’t think anyone out there could have the one track mind towards sex that I do, but in Jen I’ve met my match. We’ve become soul mates, and I’ve shared my deepest secrets with her, including my fantasies about Mark and the fact that I’ve been fucking Patrick with my husband’s full knowledge. She, in turn, has shared some revealing things about her marriage and about a secret life, one I never would have imagined my pretty suburban neighbor having.
I’ve always thought that fantasies were just that, fantasies. However, Jen has taught me that that doesn’t have to be the case. Who knows what the future might hold, but with Jen’s guidance and encouragement, anything seems possible.