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This is based on a true story. I am telling it to you the way I remember it, not the way it actually happened. The names have been changed to protect the naughty.
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I was on my way home from work feeling sad and depressed. I was trying to make myself feel better by trying to convince myself that breaking up with Todd was a good thing. I was also trying to convince myself that I did not want to get back together with him. Then I remembered. Sometimes, while Todd and I were still together, sometimes I would wish that I did not have a boyfriend because I wanted to be with another woman so badly.
Her name is Belle. When I met Belle, I was with my ex-boyfriend, Ty, and she and I are still good friends to this day. Belle is the one who helped me come out of my sexual shell. First with advice: she would talk frankly about her sexual experiences with men and women, which made it possible for me to talk more openly about sex. We talked about everything: what we liked, what we didn't like, what made us hot, what turned us off, bounced new ideas off each other, masturbation... everything. Because I was able to talk more openly about sex, I was able to perform more openly with Ty, and of course I reported this all back to Belle.
One day, while Belle and I were both between relationships, we decided to have a "girls night in." She came over to my place with all of her sex toys, and dressed in a peach colored, silk, floor length nightgown. Belle has beautiful, long legs, and I remember thinking how the gown accented them. I was dressed in my teal silk chemise. We lit some candles, turned off all the lights, and spread a comforter on my living room floor.
She gently grabbed my face in her hands and pulled me toward her for a deep, long, kiss. My hands began to explore her large, beautiful breasts. We made our way to the floor, and her fingers caressed my extremely sensitive nipples. I could not imagine a better feeling: her breasts under silk while she gently continued to toy with my nipples. I slid my hands down her body and grabbed the end of her gown. I slowly slid her gown up her body, pausing as I passed her gorgeous breasts. I wanted this moment to last forever. I had seen her breasts before, but this time they were for me. I kissed her lips, then slowly moved my mouth down her neck, her chest, her breast, kissing my way toward her nipple, then kissing away again, teasing her, all the while her fingertips working my nipples under my silk chemise. I moved from breast to breast, nipple to nipple, becoming more and more aroused as moans and groans began to escape her lips. I began to slowly dart my tongue in and out of my mouth on her nipple, then the next. I circled my tongue around her nipple, then the next. I slowly began to suck her nipple, I could feel it's becoming harder and harder on my tongue and I thought I would climax right then. I sucked a little harder, and gently bit her nipple. I could not get enough of her breasts, but I knew there was more waiting for me.
I slowly kissed my way down her flat, muscular stomach, down her smooth thigh, and around to her soft inner thigh. I grazed her lips with my nose as I passed back and forth kissing from thigh to thigh, with each pass coming closer, pressing harder, and once again teasing her. Her moans and groans were getting louder now, and the pitch was becoming higher. The next pass I gently kissed her lips, the next, I gently licked, and with each pass thereafter, my tongue explored beyond her lips to her clit, until I was no longer passing, but concentrated on her clit. I felt it becoming larger and harder on my tongue, on my lips, in my mouth. Her taste was so sweet, not like the sour bitterness of a man. Her groans were louder now, and even higher pitched, which encouraged me. I licked her from her opening to her clit and down again. I simultaneously sucked and licked her clit. I loved the feel of my lips between hers, her well groomed hair on my face, her scent, her taste, her fingers entwined with my long red hair, pulling my head closer and closer to her, the feel of her clit between my lips and on my tongue. My efforts were rewarded with a resounding high-pitched cry resembling that of a dolphin announcing the arrival of her orgasm. She lay there quietly for a moment, and I snuggled next to her gently playing with and sucking her nipples. She sat up, pushed me off of her, looked at me seductively and said, "Now it's MY turn."
She rolled me on my back and began kissing my breasts over my chemise. She gently waved her fingers and hands over my breasts, barely touching my nipples, teasing me as I had teased her... and I loved every second of it! She worked her way down and began to pull my chemise up, kissing my stomach, breasts, chest, shoulders, and neck. She removed the chemise and began kissing her way down again. This time there was no teasing. She put her entire mouth over my breast and began licking and sucking my nipple, while her hand caressed my other nipple. I was in ecstasy! I moaned and groaned. Her lips and cheeks were so soft, like none I had had since, nor to this day. I said breathlessly, "It's like you know exactly what to do."
Her reply was simple: "I do." With that, she slid her hand down my body, spread my legs, and slid her fingers over my clit and into my slit. She moved her fingers around a bit, scooping up some of my juices as she headed out and up toward my clit. She began massaging my clit, gently at first, then slowly, ever so slowly, becoming more aggressive. Every so often, she would slide her soft, slender fingers inside me. I shouted, "Oh my God! I'm going to cum!"
She looked at me devilishly and said, "Oh no. Not yet." With that, she got up and walked over to the other side of the room. She went to her bag of goodies, and took out what seemed to be a simple length of chain. She came back to me, knelt beside me, and secured the loops on either end of the chain to each of my nipples. She then gently tugged on the chain that now linked my nipples, smiled devilishly and said, "It's called a nipple chain." It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, but she was not done yet. She walked into the kitchen and removed a vibrator she had soaking in a glass of hot water, then turned it on. She again knelt beside me and, gently spread my lips and said, "Well, I guess we won't be needing the lubricant I brought." She inserted the vibrator and slowly brought it in and out of me. It was so hot, so hard, yet glided in and out of me as though it were made just for my pussy, and the vibrations were exhilarating, but the best was yet to come. She lowered her head to my clit and began sucking on it. Then she ran her hand up my body, took hold of the chain, and gently began to tug.
I felt the orgasm building inside of me. I was moaning louder now which seemed to encourage Belle. She began tugging harder on the nipple chain, licking and sucking my clit with more pressure, moving the vibrator in and out of me faster, all in a very rhythmic motion. She was playing the most beautiful symphony I had ever felt, and her instrument was my body. I had never before nor since known such ecstasy. I heard nor saw anything, save a vague knowledge of my own moans and cries, yet my mind was racing with sensation. The firm and rhythmic tug of the nipple chain on my nipples; her lips and tongue, licking and sucking my clit in time with the tugging; her long hair brushing on my thighs, up and down, side to side, in motion with the licking, and the sucking on my clit. Her beautiful, luscious, red lips, on my clit. It was a dream come true, just the thought of it had made me wet.
And of course, the conductor's wand, setting the time from deep within my pussy. Belle had the head of the vibrator pointed up toward my g-spot. "I can't take it much longer!" I cried. She lifted her head. "Oh, please, God, don't stop!" I screamed.
She paused, looked at me devilishly, and said seductively, yet arousingly aggressive, "Come for me!" and went back to playing her symphony more feverishly than ever. I was swooning. My nipples, my clit, my pussy, all screaming. My head was swimming. I lifted my head to look at the woman between my legs. Without losing beat, she lifted her head, and her eyes met mine. It was at that moment, when I saw her face, her beautiful face, that I came harder than I ever had, or ever have since.
Well, my relationship with Todd may be over, but I do have something to look forward to: I have new relationships to explore. I think I'll give Belle a call and see if she or her girlfriend have any single friends.
Perhaps I will have a new chapter. I will keep you posted. Your feedback is most welcome: s-nicks1317@home.com