As Lisa led me into her house and towards her bedroom, I became anxious about what I knew was going to happen. It was as if I was in a trance, totally under someone else's control and it was a feeling I had never experienced before. As I followed her, I noticed she had a glow about her, something very special. I wasn't sure if I had that same aura, but I knew that I was still very aroused, that my pussy was soaking wet and my clitty was still very excited and engorged.
Lisa stopped just outside her bedroom door, turned to face me and before I could react took my face in her hands and brought my lips to hers. As they touched, her lips pressing against mine forced my mouth open and our tongues touched. I had never been kissed open mouthed by another woman, and while I would not necessarily call myself promiscuous I will admit that I have been with many men. Never in my life, however, have I had an orgasm from a simple kiss. Lisa's touch was so tender, so sensual, that the kiss itself was one of the most beautiful and sensual moments that I had experienced in my life of 30-something years.
I couldn't help but kiss back -- our tongues darting and flicking at each other, the soft touch of our lips against each other, was causing me to moan and Lisa joined me in expressing the enjoyment of the moment. The burning in my pussy became overwhelming, and I reached behind Lisa to hold her as I pressed my pussy against her and began to sway and rub on hers. Lisa's hands went to her breasts and she cupped both of them, squeezing them as she pressed her nipples against my bathing suit bra.
The sensuality was becoming more and more intense for me, and I was losing any remaining self-control. Digging my fingers into the firm cheeks of Lisa's bottom, I pressed my pussy harder against her until I felt spasms of an orgasm build with in me. My legs turned to gelatin and I nearly passed out, as Lisa seemed to know exactly what to do for me. Letting go of her breasts, she wrapped her arms around me and leaned against me, propping me against the wall. Holding me close, she took the initiative to break the kiss, moaning softly as she pulled her lips from mine. With her arms behind me, Lisa began to softly stroke her fingers on my back and cocked her head to nestle it against my shoulder. She kissed me softly down my neck and over my shoulders until she reached my cleavage. She darted her tongue between my breasts and then looked me in my eyes.
With that perfect and pretty smile of hers, Lisa told me that she wanted to make love with me. She told me that it would be all right if I didn't make love with her, that I didn't have to do anything to her if I didn't want to.
She asked me if it would be okay to continue. Unable to form words, I could only nod my head. She took my hand and led me the rest of the way into the bedroom. As we reached the bed, Lisa took my bathing suit top and lifted it over my breasts and then over my head. I knew my nipples had become swollen and I could feel them rubbing against the inside of the cups since the top was a little too big for me. But I never expected to see them as hard and erect as they were. In all the years of playing with myself, or having my breasts played with, had my nipples ever grown this large. I was quite proud of them and arched my back a little hoping that Lisa would take the hint that they were begging to be suckled, but that was a missed opportunity as Lisa's hands reached down to slip into my bathing suit bottom.
Something suddenly snapped inside me, and I reached to stop Lisa's hands from going any further. I knew that when she took of the bottoms, she would see my hairy pussy, most probably soaking with my wetness, and because of the orgasms, I wouldn't be clean for her. I told her that I would first like to take a shower, and she giggled and asked me why. It seemed as though we would never have a secret between us again, so I told her.
She began to kiss me again, but this time it was only for a second. Then she looked into my eyes and told me that she wanted to taste me the way I was. Before I washed myself, she wanted to taste the way I was, naturally, with the traces of all of me lingering on my bush. With that she lowered herself to her knees and lowered my bathing suit to my ankles, lifted my leg to help me step from it, and slipped her hand up my inner thigh to coax me to spread my legs. I was scared to death that this wonderful afternoon would come to an end when Lisa tasted or smelled my pussy. We had lain in the sun and I knew that there would be traces of perspiration. I had peed, and although I had obviously wiped myself, there would be traces of that too. Then, there would be the rivulets of my juices on the hairs near my opening -- in short I was deathly afraid of my cunt smelling and tasting dirty. Why hadn't I trimmed myself, I wondered.
Before I could stop her, and insist that I needed to shower, Lisa pressed her face against my hairy mound and I could literally hear her sniff my pussy as she moved her nose through my bush. Taking her head away, I heard her say "Ahhhhhh", as she pressed her face against me a second time, taking time to smell me again. As she continued, she opened her mouth and took in a mouthful of my bush near my soaking wet opening. Tugging at the hair, Lisa sucked at my hairy pussy. After a few minutes, she stood up before me.
Lisa told me I tasted and smelled even better than she imagined and told me to lie down on the bed and spread my legs. God, how I hoped this day would never end.