Nellie and Rachel
It seemed like a normal lunch time for me. When I did not bring lunch to work with me my routine was very similar. I would go across the street, grab a salad from the deli, and then take it outside to the nearby park and eat it there. If I brought my lunch with me to work I would go to the same park and eat there. Sometimes I ate with co-workers but often by myself. I needed the break to give myself time to decompress, rejuvenate and people watch. Rarely do I take lunch at the same time. Sometimes it is noon, other times 12:10 or 12:30, or 1 or even later. But this day I went across the street at the busiest time, just a little after noon. There had to be 10 people in front of me waiting to place orders and an equal amount waiting for lunches. That is when I got a glimpse of her. At the front of the line was an attractive woman. She looked around my age, late 30s, blondish, similar in height to me, trim and dressed very stylish. I was probably too overtly watching her. By the time I got to the front of the line her meal had been delivered and she was gone. I thought to myself, "dam I will probably never see her again".
I am Nellie, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 125 pounds, 38, blonde hair thanks to chemicals. I am fit and wear a 34B size bra. I was once married to a man in my mid 20s and that only lasted 2 years. Since then I have dated both men and women. My first time with another female happened when i was 14. She was my best friend in high school and we were able to explore our sexuality together. After high school I went to the local university where my parents taught and she went to a college in Alabama. I like to ride a bicycle. I sometimes commute to work by bicycle but in the past I have ridden from Washington DC to Seattle, down the Pacific coast from Vancouver, BC to San Diego, California. I have spent weeks mountain biking in Utah. Now other than commuting I have a road bike and love the speed that can be achieved on it. It was now over 2 years since I was last in a serious relationship but have dated off and on in the past two years.
This person that I saw in the deli line rekindled my interest. I wondered if I would be able to see her again. I wondered where she worked or she often went to the same deli that I do. The following week I made sure to go the same deli approximately the same time and same day of the week. When I got there she was not in line waiting to be served or to pick up food. I was disappointed. Once my food was delivered and I was heading out the door I spotted her standing at the end of the line and talking with another woman. Co-workers I hope. So i knew she had to work nearby and came to the same deli at least this day of the week at approximately the same time. I could not wait until the following week to see if my theory was right.
The following week I went there and there was no sign of her either waiting to place an order, waiting to pick up, or anywhere. I was bummed. Later in the week I went to the deli because I forgot my lunch at home, but this time it was later. The lines were shorter and when I got there she were only 2 people in front of me. When she turned I was right. If only I could get the courage to talk to her but that is so difficult when there is someone between us. When she got to the front of the line I was eavesdropping and heard that she was picking up an order. That was a smart thing to do, but I realized that she had an accent. It sounded german but her english was very good. By the time I got to the front, placed my order and paid for it she was gone. So close but not close enough.
I did not go to the deli for the next two weeks and next time I went it was pouring rain. I made lunch at home but once again forgot to pack it. On rainy days the lines are longer and more people stay inside the deli to eat their lunch. I had a dilemma. I could either go early to avoid the lines and get a place to eat inside the deli, or go later after the rush was over. I decided to go around 1:15. When I got there it was packed. The line to order was not too long but it appeared that all the seats were taken. I didn't want to go back to the office to eat because I needed a break and hated eating at my desk. By the time i got my food i started walking around looking for a place to eat. That is when I saw her eating by herself. I walked around a bit and could not find an empty table, just empty chairs at a table where 2 or 3 people already knew each other. She was sitting by herself at a table for 2. I told myself to be bold.
I walked up to her "Do you mind if I sit with you? I have been looking for a table but there are none open except for individual seats."
She looked up from whatever she was reading, smiled and said, "yes please join me. I don't need this table to myself".
I was thankful. She closed the book she was reading and we started chatting a bit on how busy this restaurant was and how good the food was. I learned that her name was Rachel and she in fact was german. I have always thought the german accent to be sexy. Not sure why but I like the hardness and crispness of it. After 30 minutes when we had both finished our lunches we continued chatting for another 30 minutes. It was now 2:30, the deli was deserted and the time flew by. I was mesmerized by her eyes for they were hazel, her complexion flawless, and her lips exquisite. Rachel had recently moved to Washington DC from Seattle. She was working for a large consulting firm. I was a litigator for a small firm that deals with environmental malefesance. My clients were always the federal government and they would go after polluters. Her main client was also the federal government. By the time we parted we had shared phone numbers and promised each other that we should do it again.
It was then that I offered "next tuesday?". Rachel responded "yes, but let's touch base on a time. Text me on monday so I will remember not to bring my lunch".
It was a date. Needless to say I was excited.
That night I could not stop thinking of Rachel. Here I was 38 years old and I felt like I would be going on my first date ever. That night as I masturbated, which I do almost every night, I could only think of Rachel and how much that I wanted to kiss her lips, to caress her body, and give her pleasure as she did the same to me.
Monday afternoon Rachel sent a text message to me to remind me of our luncheon date. She beat me to it. This is a good sign.
The next day we met at the deli, ordered, gathered our lunches and took them to my favorite park. It was a beautiful spring day with the sun shining and spending lunch with a beautiful woman. It was then that I learned that she too was single, that she was once married to a guy, and that she liked to ride a bicycle. She gave no hint of being bi-sexual or gay, but my gaydar was getting a vibe that she also liked the company of woman. We made a date to go riding together that saturday. Rachel also had a road bike and told me that she rides weekly with a group of men and women and that once a month she goes on a ride with just other women. Though this time it would be just us two. We touched base on Friday on a route, meeting place and time. Since we lived in different parts of the city it made sense for us to meet at the starting point.
That night I could hardly sleep. I kept wondering if I would slow her down, could I go as far as her. I also keep thinking of what her ass would look like in lycra shorts and a tight top too. Mmm, that night I rubbed myself to a couple of orgasms thinking of Rachel. I hope that I was not expecting too much.
The next morning we met at the prearranged place. I arrived 5 minutes late but she was not there. Rachel arrived 1 minute after me was glad to see me and we gave each other a quick hug. The ride was great. I don't think I held her back for she said I could keep a good pace. It was my normal pace and when she was leading it was a pace that I could easily maintain. We would take turns leading and following and I would watch her legs and ass muscles power up and down the hills. I bet she was doing the same to me.
At the end of the ride, almost 3 hours later it was like what do we do now? I really like this woman, she seems to like me. After putting our bikes on our respective cars we came together to chat. She noticed something in my hair and moved to remove the fluff that got trapped in it. I did not move. I am sure I looked like a mess. Hot, sweaty, and sticky. Rachel then leaned in further and gave me a quick peck on my lips. It surprised me. She pulled back and said "I am sorry, I could not help myself. Please don't be mad at me." My response was "I am not mad at you. It was nice". Then moved into her and kissed her on the lips quickly. We slowly pulled away and looked around to see if anyone saw us. It did not look like it, we both chuckled and kissed once again with a little more passion.
This time when we broke apart I asked if he was hungry and yes she was. It was time to get some nourishment to feed our bodies after the long hard ride. I had her follow me in her car to a little family style restaurant. After a long ride I like to eat something of substance, but this time I didn't want to show her what kind of pig I could be and how unhealthy I sometimes eat. I ordered a turkey sandwich and she ordered a burger. Go figure. It was there that we both confessed our desire to see each other again. Rachel asked if I had plans for that evening. I did but then offered to get brunch with her on Sunday morning. Rachel said that there was a great brunch place near where she lived and we could meet there.
When I got home and took a long shower I could not get the kisses out of my mind. I was excited and I was dripping. In the shower I cupped my breasts and imagined that it was Rachel doing that. In the shower I rubbed my clitoris and imagined that it was Rachel doing that. In the shower I had two quick orgasms and imagined that it was Rachel giving them to me. "Am I moving too fast?" I asked myself.
That night I was out with two of my friends. Both were married with children and it was a girl's night out for them. At one time during dinner, I was glaring off to space and one friend snapped her fingers in front of me to bring me back to earth. Beth, the friend asked "Where were you, who were you with and tell us about him?" I blushed and said "never mind". It was obvious that I was thinking of Rachel and if I was not out with these two friends that I would be out with her. We had a nice dinner, good drinks, and great conversation but by 11 they were both ready to go home to their spouses. That was okay. I was tired from my bike ride earlier in the day.
Shortly after I got home I received a text from Rachel. I thought oh no, she is canceling. It was exactly the opposite. She asked how my evening was and for me to meet her at her condo and we could walk from there to brunch. I responded that I would be glad to do that. That night I was nervous with excitement. I didn't want to make a fool of myself and also wanted to look my best. I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to determine what to wear. Once that was decided I peacefully and quickly fell asleep.
In the morning I got up early because I needed to redo my toenails and determine if I was going to paint my fingernails or leave them as is. I looked at what I had chosen to wear but thought it was a little too formal. It was going to be hotter today so i could wear less but since it was sunday I thought i should wear my sunday best. This is brunch not church so I changed my mind and decided to go more casual. After I showered, shaved my legs and trimmed my pubic hair short like it normally is, I slipped on black bikini panties, black bra, black sleeveless top, and khaki colored shorts. My mid length hair was put into a ponytail. I love wearing my hair this way when I am out. Just a touch of makeup for I am not one to wear much.
I arrived at Rachel's condo promptly at 11 am. She came down to meet me in the lobby before taking me upstairs to her condo. She looked fantastic and we had a quick hug. Rachel had her shoulder length hair down, she had a grey sweater top and black slacks. She had on very light makeup. We had a reservation for 11 and it was only a 10 minute walk so we had a few minutes to kill. The inside of her apartment was something else. There were so many south facing windows with a 14th floor view that one could see pretty far in the sky and into the horizon. I loved the view and openness. She quickly showed me her apartment and I liked it but it was missing a kitchen like mine. It was pretty basic.
When it was time to leave she held her hand out for me to grab it. I did. We walked hand in hand down the hallway to the elevator. In the elevator she said that she was glad that we were able to do this today and that she looked forward to learning more about me. I said the same thing and gave her hand a squeeze in the elevator.
Brunch was good and we restrained ourselves from gorging on too much food. She was such a nice person. I really enjoyed listening to her, her stories of her life from growing up in Germany to moving to the United States and now the Washington DC area. She told me of her past marriage. I told her of my failed marriage, my work, the places I have been to. After 2 hours we could tell the wait staff wanted us to leave but the conversation was so engaging. Rachel asked me to go back to her condo to continue the conversation. After we generously tipped the wait staff and made it back to her condo we became a little more flirty with each other. On the elevator ride to the 14th floor I pulled her to me and kissed her. We kissed for almost the entire duration of the elevator ride, which was way too short. We walked the distance to her condo hand in hand. Once inside, Rachel backed me up against the door and started kissing me. I so wanted this and did not resist. My lips parted and her tongue entered my mouth. My tongue dueled with hers and when she retreated my tongue followed into her mouth. Since my back was against the door all she could do was hold onto my hips, whereas I could wrap my hands around her and feel her back, the outline of her bra on her back and the butt. Not only did her ass look great but it felt great in my hands when I caressed it. We were both very hot for each other.
I told Rachel that I needed to pee really badly. She eased up and showed me where the bathroom was located. Once inside and when I sat down to pee I realized just how wet I was. My panties were soaked and not from pee but from the juices that I generated from being excited with Rachel. This all felt so right. When I got out of the bathroom Rachel entered and did her thing too. I went to her kitchen and waited for her to come out. Once out she came to me. Took my hand and led me to the sofa. We sat next to each other and resumed kissing each other. Now I love kissing, always have, always will. Rachel was a great kisser and was never in a hurry to get somewhere else. Starting with soft kisses, to deeper ones, to soft kisses, to licks on each other's noses and chins, licking each other's ears. While our lips were busy and interacting our hands were roaming over each other's backs, shoulders necks, and thighs.
Rachel suddenly got up, reached her hand out and said "Come with me". I grasped her hand and rose up and we went to the balcony. On the balcony we stood next to each other and she showed me where her office was. It was visible and only 2 blocks away. Then on the other side she pointed out various places. Rachel then told me to look down and to point out my car. When I was looking for it Rachel moved and came up behind me. She plastered her body against mine and kissed the back of my neck. Her hands went around my torso and hugged me close. Then her hands moved up to my breasts. It was daylight and I did not want others, if there were others out there, watching us do this. I moved her hands back down to my torso and turned around. Now we were face to face, breasts to breast, pelvis to pelvis and passionately kissing. Rachel stepped back and once again said "Come with me" and I happily followed and away from public display.
She led me to her bedroom. Once inside the bedroom she pushed me down so I was sitting on the end of the bed. Rachel stepped back and took her sweater top off. Underneath it was one of the cutest bras I had ever seen. It was white and gave her breasts some lift. There was lace everywhere and since she appeared to be my cup size there was not the need for a lot of support. Next she slowly undid the clasp on her slacks, then the zipper and let them drop to the floor. Her boy short panties matched her bra in color and style. My eyes roamed over her body taking it all in. I am sure that I was drooling and licking my lips. Rachel held out her hand and said "Stand up". Which I did. Rachel asked me to remove my top. As I was lifting it over my head I heard her gasp and give a low moan. Her hands went to my breasts and traced the out of my bra straps from my shoulders to the cups and around the cups. She lightly ran her fingers over my nipples which were standing at attention. Then she pulled me close and released me shorts and let them fall. I stepped out of the shorts and Rachel said, "Turn around". Which I did. She had started to caress my cheeks and said she admired my ass from when we first met. There we were, both down to our panties and bras, excited and wanton. Slowly we moved to Rachel's bed.
Rachel got on the bed first and I followed her. But instead of laying beside her I got on top of her nested between her legs, torsos to torso, breasts to breasts and lips to lips. I knew that I was dripping with excitement. I moved my head to her neck and started to softly kiss under her chin and soft licks in between. Next I moved to her ear and kissed it and took both her earring and ear lobe into my mouth and slightly tugged on it. It was released and drilled my tongue into her ear. Her hands were moving from my shoulders to my buttocks and back. She was moaning slightly. From there I kissed from ear to the next across her forehead to the other ear where I did the same thing. Once that ear received its due attention my lips went to her mouth. Her lips parted and my tongue snaked inside and brushed her tongue and danced over her teeth. Our tongues dueled, they battled, it was so erotic. I was not going to let her tongue enter into my mouth for I wanted her to feel good and to feel the love that I wanted to give her. I moved a little bit to where my legs were straddling hers. This gave me the opportunity to look at this beautiful woman, to observe her up close, to hear her breathe and feel her excitement. My left hand moved down her bra strap to the top of her breasts. I slowly caressed the bra edges and scallop lace over the cups. Her bra had very light padding in it and I could see little protrusions from her hard nipples. Two fingers slipped down the top of her bra to caress a nipple briefly. When my fingers were pulled out I placed both of my hands on her breasts and massage them somewhat aggressively, but not too aggressively. Rachel arched her back. When she arched her back and I moved one behind her to unfasten the clasp of her bra. It wasn't too difficult for me to undue. I grabbed the shoulder straps and pulled it up and away from her. She moved her arms to allow it to come off easily. There in front of me as one of the objects of my desire. Her breasts were wonderful. Her nipples were very hard and each was ¼ inch to â..." in length. The areola surrounding her nipple was easily the size of a quarter. I moved down and kissed her nipple and took it into my mouth. After a brief moment I moved to the other nipple and did the same thing. Then I was back at the first nipple and sucked on it. I latched on like a baby. As I was doing this my free hand went to the other nipple and tweaked it softly, flicked it and pinched a little harder. I was trying to gauge how much pressure she liked on her nipples. She was by no means staying still and her legs were moving.
My free hand moved down her flat stomach to the top of her boy short panties. I ran my fingers around the top band, then down the middle of her thighs as far as I could reach, then back up the inside of her leg. Then I did the same thing with the other leg. Next I moved my hand between her legs. Her panties were drenched. She was very excited. My hand moved inside the front of her panties and felt her pubic hair. There was not much there. What was there was short and shaped. I released her nipple from my mouth and slowly licked a path down to her belly button where I made her giggle. Hmm she was ticklish. I got in between both of her legs on my knees and looked at her. There she was, laying on her bed, her breasts exposed, her chest heaving, and then she opened her eyes to look at me. We made eye contact and our eyes stayed fixed. Then I said "Rachel, you are beautiful. I want to eat your pussy. I want to feast on your juices and make you have orgasms with my mouth and tongue" Rachel moaned and slowly moved her head up and down like she wanted that too.
Then I grabbed her panties and started to pull them down. She helped me by raising her butt and pushing them down her legs. As she removed her panties from her feet I undid the clasp on my bra to let my breasts free. My nipples were hard with excitement. Rachel did not kick her panties away or through them on the floor but left them on the bed next to her bra. I saw them there and picked them up. As Rachel was watching me I took those panties and brought them to my nose. I inhaled and then did it again. It was by far the best smell that i experienced in many days. Then I took her panties and rubbed them over my breasts. She was watching me the entire time. She tried to get up but I pushed her back down and then moved in between her legs. The smell from between her legs was much better than the smell from the panties. I looked carefully. Her clitoris was exposed and noticeable. Not inordinately long. Her lips, yes her lips were big and almost floppy, and she was so wet. At first I moved in and licked her outside lip and took it between my lips and started sucking on one. Then I did the same to the lip on the other side. Rachel was moaning in pleasure. Then I got down and licked between those lips, tasting the nectar she was producing from her vagina. It was the best desert I could have ever asked for. I moved my tongue up and slightly flicked her clitoris and got a sudden reaction from her as if I was hurting her. I wasn't hurting her; the excitement was alot for her. I continued to lick her clitoris and then moved my hands up to her breasts. My hands caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples and that got another moan from her. I looked up to her face. She was smiling and her eyes were closed. Then I said `Rachel, I want to watch you caress your breasts as I lick your clitoris". I removed my hands and she started to caress herself. I like watching a woman play with her breasts because it tells me how she likes it. Rachel liked to pull on her nipples. As I continued to watch her my tongue flicked on her clitoris and she was getting more and more aroused. Her vagina started to quiver and then spasm and she was having an orgasm. I did not let up and continued licking her clitoris, sticking my tongue inside her vagina to taste her and then she came again and again. It was like orgasms 2, 3, and 4 were one long rolling orgasm. She then tried to push me away but I had her clitoris in my mouth and she had one more orgasm. I love a woman that can have multiples like that.
It was then that she said "Enough Nellie, come back up here". With that I reluctantly released myself from the feast and moved up to her side. She licked her girl cum from my chin and lips and said "You taste like my secretions". Lol of course I did for I just had my face in her crotch for the past 30 minutes. We kissed and she relaxed and she fell asleep in my arms. It was pure bliss. I had what I wanted. I slowly feel asleep with Rachel in my arms.
It seemed like we slept for hours but it was not long for it was still light outside. I needed to pee. I extricated myself from Rachel's grip and went in the bathroom to do my business. When I returned Rachel must have felt me leave her side for she was waking up.
Then she said, "Oh, I am glad you're back. I was afraid you were going to leave."
As I climbed in under the covers next to Rachel I said "No way my dear, no way." and gave her a big hug and kiss on the lips.
Rachel kissed me back once, twice and then three times. Each kiss was longer and her tongue probed further into my mouth. Her hands went to be breasts and then to my hips. She tugged at my panties and I finished the task for her. She then climbed on top of me. Kissing me, licking my face and grinding herself against me. I could feel her vagina against mine. Our pubic hairs meld. She backed up and bit and put our legs between each other. She was rubbing her wet vagina against my lower thigh as if she was marking me as hers. At the same time she hunched down and started kissing and sucking on my nipples. She would take one breast in her hand and pull it up and start aggressively licking a nipple. Then she would shift to the other. Occasionally she would bite softly and suckle with force. When she sucked on my nipples I moaned. The harder she sucked the more I moaned. I like pressure on my nipples. As she moved down my body her hands started pinching my nipples harder eliciting even louder moans. Not moans of pain but moans of pleasure.
Rachel went down on me. She teased me and brought me close and then backed off at least a ½ dozen times. My nectar was leaking and I am sure the sheet below me was drenched. Then it happened. Rachel inserted at first one 1 finger and then 2 into me. That felt so good. She pulled her fingers out and moved them up for me to lick. I held her hand and did exactly what she wanted. Then she went in for the kill. She focused on my clitoris and was not letting up. As soon as she reached up and started pinching my nipples it hit me. It was big, I was loud, I had an orgasm like none other before. Rachel wanted to keep going and give me the repeated pleasure that I gave her but I had to tell her that I was too sensitive for that to happen. Rachel moved up and kissed me and I tasted my girl cum on her lips and chin. She brought me into her arms where we cuddled in silence for many minutes. Neither of us wanted to let go.
Neither of spoke until I had to ask. "This wasn't your first time with a woman was it?"
Her response was "No, even though I was once married to man, I am gay".
"Rachel, i am too!"
We shared more kisses and moments of tenderness. By now it was almost 8 and we had been at it for more than 6 hours. As much as I wanted to stay with her I knew that I couldn't. I need to get home and be presentable for work the next day. Rachel knew my predicament and she probably had things to do as well to get ready for the next day.
We both jumped into her shower to refresh ourselves. In the shower, we had another moment of tenderness with soapy caresses on each other's body and kisses everywhere. Neither of us had an orgasm but it felt so nice to have our soapy breasts against each other and our hands moving over our slick bodies.
By the time I got home it was 10:30. Before I left we promised to talk during the week, meet for lunch or dinner and get together on the weekend. When I arrived home there was a text from Rachel telling me how much she enjoyed being with me. I almost responded by saying the pleasure was all mine, but it wasn't. It was both of ours. My response back to Rachel was "I can't wait to see you again. Today was the best sunday ever."