The following is the second part of Belle's First Time, although this story was not my second time. It is as true as I can remember it considering it was almost a year ago and some of the dialogue is as best I can remember from memory.
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Belle's Adventure
Belleisbi@gmail.com
If you read my first story you know that my way of finding bisexual women I am attracted to is by a lengthy amount of research on the internet. I go through a lot of chatting and searching before I find a woman who is the right match.
There was one time when and affair with a woman was far more spontaneous and unexpected. I was attending a conference in another city with absolutely no goal of doing anything but enjoy the conference. Conferences are usually a place where a lot of illicit affairs are carried out, but for me, with no interest in cheating on my husband, it was not a goal. This would all change when I met Mandy.
At the opening breakfast Mandy sat next to me and I immediately found her to be a fascinating and desirable woman. She was about my age and quite attractive. She was full figured like I am, and knew how to show off her assets without coming off slutty. She had full breasts and she wore clothing that accentuated her body without pissing off other women. Unlike men, women do not generally like women who dress like they are begging to draw sexual attention. We often, perhaps out of envy or jealousy, call them sluts. I suppose in some instances we don't like them because we don't have the nerve to show off as they do.
What particularly attracted me to Mandy was her personality. She would say whatever crossed her mind with little concern if it didn't seem proper. I was drawn to her immediately when she announced during a conversation that she didn't cheat at conferences "with men."
I had no idea if she was just poking everyone in the eye, or if she was serious, but it was funny and made me laugh out loud. We took an instant liking to each other.
I don't know if it was pure good fortune or planned by the fates, but we ended up sitting next to each other at the first breakout seminar of the day. We had a chance to chat quite a bit and exchange a lot of information about families, work, and career goals. She was married with one child, a teenager. Sometimes you meet someone you feel an instant closeness to, and such was the case with Mandy. We laughed a lot, and she was great at finding the humor in every situation, and refused take herself seriously.
As we compared notes on what seminars and meetings we were going to attend we altered our schedules so we could attend the same ones. Without planning it ahead, the one who arrived at the meeting first would save a seat for the other, so we sat next to each other at all the meetings we attended together.
The second night she asked me if I wanted to work out with her at the gym. She laughed and told me her idea of a workout was pretty flimsy, but she enjoyed the treadmill with someone she could talk to on the adjoining treadmill. I agreed, even though I don't spend much time working out.
When I met her in the gym she was already on a treadmill. She had on a peek tanktop that accentuated her full breasts and a pair of spandex capris that showed every curve of her butt and legs. She looked super sexy, and I could see men, particularly older men, giving her the once (or twice) over.
I climbed on to the treadmill next to her wearing my spandex shorts and t-shirt. I felt a little dowdy but she immediately looked me up and down and said, "you look good in workout clothes."
We worked out for a short while till we built up a very mild sweat and agreed we had had enough. As we walked out of the gym she suggested we go take showers and meet at the bar for a drink. I loved the idea.
We met at the bar and over a glass of wine got into a conversation about our marriages. During the conversation she kept saying how much she loved her husband, what a great man he was, etc. But, after each comment she would follow it with a "but" and never elaborate. Finally, I asked her why every nice comment she ended it with a "but." She stared at me for a moment then said, "I'm bisexual."
I was not terribly surprised since I had already gotten the vibe from her. She would occasionally give me that look that women give each other. I have never gotten "that look" from a man. Men tend to give a look that says, "I am very interested in you." But women have a look that says, "I know what you are thinking, and I am, too." It's not a communication, it is a shared feeling.
I let her unload about it and she told me she had had a series of girlfriends over the years and her husband knew about it and was ok with it. I totally understood her feelings and she didn't have to elaborate at all since I knew all the emotions she was describing.
Finally, I leaned forward and whispered, "I'm bi, too."
She said nothing for a moment, then laughed, "Duhhhh."
"Is it that obvious?" I laughed.
"Yeah, it is," she said, still laughing.
We laughed together for a minute, then there was a very pregnant pause.
"Come to my room with me," she said in a tone that was somewhere between a request and an order.
All I said in return was "yes."
On the way to her room we were in the back of a very crowded elevator. We said nothing nor looked at each other, but at about the 3rd floor she reached over and grabbed two of my fingers and squeezed. The sexual tension shot up my arm and I started feeling that familiar wetness I get when I am incredibly aroused.
When we got to her room she unlocked it and held the door for me. As soon as she was inside and the door had closed she pushed me against the wall and kissed me full on the lips. Normally, I am used to taking it slow, but her aggressiveness was amazingly arousing and I responded with an open mouth and a searching tongue.
We kissed and groped for a while and then she started to take my clothes off. In her rush she popped a button on my blouse and we both broke the kiss with laughter. But it was a very ragged laughter as we continued pulling at each other's clothes. Eventually, we were standing in our bras and panties (thongs, actually) kissing passionately and standing in a pool of discarded clothes. She got my bra off first and then lifting each of my breasts in turn sucked hungrily on my nipples.
"I've wanted this since I first saw you," she groaned in my ear.
I suddenly realized I had wanted her as soon as I saw her, I moaned, "God, me too."
She took my hand and led me to the bed. It was semi dark in the room, but the ambient light through the window was enough to see all I needed of her gorgeous body. She pushed me onto the bed then took of her bra before sliding next to me. We embraced and kissed passionately, moans of desire filling the room.
As we kissed we explored each other's bodies. He breasts, while no longer pushing straight out like a young girl, were still round and beautifully shaped. They felt wonderful in my hand, as I squeezed her fullness and gently pinched and twisted her nipples. We lay on our sides, our bodies pressed together, kissing, with gentle to hard sucking on each other's lips and tongues. Our explorations were slow and thorough. I took her full buttocks in my hands and pulled her toward me, pressing my pelvis into her hers and gently grinding. It seemed that everything we did to each other elicited an uncontrolled groan.
Eventually, she pulled back slightly and I felt her hand sliding down inside my thong. I knew where she was going and I heard myself moan a loud "Yesssss."
She played with my clit expertly for a long time, getting me soaking wet and forcing desperate mewling sounds to come from deep inside me. She knew just how much pressure to put on my swollen clit to bring on the most pleasure. She would rub my clit with two fingers then slide her fingers down to my slit to gather some of my wetness on her fingertips which she used to lubricate my clit. Finally, she slid her hand down and pushed her two middle fingers inside me. My legs naturally parted as I gave her my pussy.
I slid my hand down and began to give her the same pleasure. I discovered the sexiest little runway way of close cropped pubic hair that ended about half an inch above her hood. I knew it must look incredibly sexy. Her clit was engorged and felt delicious under my fingers. She was very wet and I had no problem getting her clit slippery and responding to my touch.
The way we were going at each other I wondered if she wanted to just continue the fingering and give each other orgasms. I was ok with it, but I love eating pussy more than anything and I hoped if we reached orgasm it would just be a prelude to more lovemaking.
Before either of us got to a point of no return she pulled her fingers out of my pussy and embraced me. Pulling me close made it impossible to continue stimulating her pussy, so I also pulled my hand out and wrapped it around her lower back.
We laid in a tight embrace for a moment then she whispered, "my god, I love your body. And your pussy lips are so wet and full."
Now, I absolutely love talking during lovemaking, so her words caused me to involuntarily thrust my pelvis against hers and grind, which earned a giggle from her.
"You like that, huh," she asked.
I just nodded and mewled.
"I really want to suck your pussy lips into my mouth. I bet your pussy tastes as good as it feels," she groaned.
"I want to eat your pussy so bad, baby," I moaned back. "I need it now."
While my comment was figurative, she climbed on top of me and straddled me in a 69. From past experience, limited as it was, I have found 69 to be problematic since different heights can mean we had to take turned pleasuring each other since mutual pussy to mouth contact isn't attainable. Since Mandy and I were the same height it was perfect.
I felt her part my legs and put her lips on my clit, sucking it gently and working her tongue exquisitely over my sensitive tip. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her pussy down to my mouth. Opening my mouth around her entire pussy and sucking as much of her lips into my mouth as I could. I let my tongue push in and taste the smooth walls of her swollen pussy.
We stayed in 69 for a long while. I was not going to cum from it because I was so enthralled with eating her I was not focused on the pleasure she was giving me. It felt wonderful, certainly, but I was totally focused on her pussy and the wonderful feeling of her full breasts pressed against my upper belly. Neither of us were giving any vocal sounds of pleasure, but the fluid leaking from our pussies was a strong sing we were definitely in the throes of deep pleasure.
After a while she hooked my legs behind her arms and pushed them back, lifting my ass up a little. As she did this she slid forward slightly forcing me to lift my head slightly to reach her pussy. Suddenly I felt her tongue on my asshole. I was stunned. No tongue had ever touched me there and I had never put my tongue on anyone else's asshole. It's not that I thought it disgusting or was na•ve to the idea. I had seen it in porn movies but just assumed it was something porn stars did and it didn't apply to me. Call me na•ve.
My first reaction was to pull my legs together, but that was impossible. Then suddenly a profound feeling of deep pleasure coursed up between my legs and removed any sense I should want it to stop. Then she probed with the tip of her tongue and entered me. Without even thinking I yelled, "Oh my GOD, don't stop."
She let out a muffled giggle and then continued fucking my ass with her tongue.
As I looked up I could see her little pucker begging for my tongue. Without thinking I pushed her legs apart so her butt dropped down in front of me. I held her butt cheeks apart and put my mouth on her asshole. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't the delicious taste and smell I discovered. It was slightly musky and extremely erotic. I found myself pushing my tongue into her, wanting to get deep inside her. I almost laughed at myself as I thought, "can't wait to do this to hubby."
We both moved between pussy and ass for a long time. Leaving each other soaked with a combination pussy juice and spit. Finally, I felt the deep urge to have release from the overwhelming arousal.
I pushed her off of me and moved up beside her. We both laughed as we looked at each other's glistening mouths and cheeks, covered in each other's juices.
I spread her legs and got between them. I looked down and made sure my clit was lined up with hers and pressed down. She arched her back and moaned as I started a gentle, rhythmic grinding. She stopped me suddenly and said, "Wait, put a pillow under my butt."
I slid a folded pillow under her as she lifted her butt off the bed. When she had wiggled around to get comfortable I resumed our grinding. This is my favorite way to reach orgasm. We can stimulate each other's clits while we kiss and let our hands explore. Plus, it's the closest thing to fucking two women can achieve without introducing a dildo or strap on into the lovemaking.
We ground and wiggled our pussies into each other as our lust grew stronger. She was urging me on to grind harder and make her cum. We had each found the perfect point of contact with out clits to get the maximum pleasure.
She came first with a loud scream I have no doubt was heard on the entire floor. She arched her back up and dragged her fingernails across my back. She thrust so hard against me I had to pull back a little from the pounding. When she finally came down from her orgasm she pulled me close and told me to fuck her hard till I came. It took me no time and my climax erupted like an explosion. I also screamed, but into her neck as she pulled me tight and pushed my ass down to meet her grinding.
As we lay recovering from our earth shattering orgasms we tried to kiss, but found our heavy breathing was making it difficult. I slid down a little and laid my head between her breasts as she ran her fingers through my hair, offering soothing murmurs.
We stayed in bed all night, skipping the big banquet. We made love again, a little more gently, then ordered room service. We talked about everything for a long time as we sat or lay naked on her bed. Talking to a lover when you are both naked brings out ever little secret you have, and is incredibly intimate. I loved every minute of it. Then in the middle of the night was had a long, long lovemaking session, bringing each other to another orgasm with our fingers as we kissed and cuddled.
We are still in touch, and even though we are separated by distance, we are both planning on being attendees at the next conference.