My name is Lyn, I'm a pretty blond 22 year old with a female lover called Teri (39).
This is the story of an encounter I had with a friend, her first time with a woman, just after Teri and I became lovers. I would love to hear comments from other women and to share fantasies and experiences.
Pleasuring my princess Amalka was beautiful. She was Asian with lovely dark skin, shiny black hair and deep, dark eyes that drew me to them every time I saw her. I had known Amalka for about six months and was instantly attracted to her from the moment I saw here.
She had a fit, curvy body, just like I love, which she liked to show off in tight jeans and very tight vest tops with thin, shoulder straps.
I was a member of the college hockey team along with Amalka. Matches and practices gave me plenty of opportunity to see gorgeous Amalka running around in short skirts, but especially to watch her strip and shower after matches. I always tried to ensure that Amalka and I ended up in the showers together. I made a special effort to try to wear my sexiest underwear when I was playing hockey with Amalka. Maybe I thought she might find me attractive dressed like that, I don't know. I just know how extra sexy I felt dressed in my prettiest underthings and being near Amalka.
We became good friends and I did wonder if Amalka was attracted to me. She did look at me some times when we were getting changed or showered and she was always keen to be with me when the team went out socially. I really liked Amalka as a friend though, so I was reluctant to come on to her too strongly in case I spoilt our friendship.
One day while the team were having a drink after a match Amalka came across to me and said how lovely she thought my underwear was and how she would really like to buy some like it. I was flustered and excited that the object of my desire had noticed the special effort I had been making. I wondered if she realised it was especially for her.
She asked me where I brought all my underwear, and desperately trying to retain my composure I said that I got it from various places.
Suddenly not wanting to waste what might be a chance of getting close to Amalka, I said that I thought she would look beautiful in some of my underwear because she had such a stunning body. She looked a little embarrassed but smiled and laughed very quietly.
Feeling a little bolder I said that if she wanted she was welcome to come to my flat and we could try some of my favourite lingerie on as we were roughly the same size. She said yes straight away and we arranged for a night a couple of days later.
I spent the rest of the evening in a daze, anticipating being alone with Amalka and trying on all of my sexiest, most stunning lingerie. I imagined her in various outfits and got turned on beyond belief. I was convinced that her interest in me was a sign of her attraction towards me but I still was nervous about making a move. I prayed I was right and waited for our evening together to arrive.
I made a special effort before Amalka arrived. I dimmed the lights in my bedroom, put some soft music on, lit some candles and put some of my favourite wine into chill. I was very nervous before Amalka arrived, worried I might have misread the signals and that she might not be interested in me, but also anticipating what might happen.
Amalka was one of the most beautiful women I had seen. I had dreamed of being alone and intimate with her so many times and suddenly I felt so close.
Amalka arrived on time and my heart jumped when I opened the door and saw how wonderful she looked. Her lovely, long, black hair flowed down over her shoulders and back and her deep, dark eyes were highlighted by some beautiful subtle make up.
She was wearing a tight halter neck top, I could see the outline of a lacy bra underneath and a long three-quarter length thin skirt that hugged her hips and the top of her thighs. I was speechless and just looked in awe of this stunning creature entering my flat. She leant forward put her hand on my hip and kissed me lightly on my check. I almost fainted, overcome with desire and lust. I tried to pull myself together and set about showing her into my flat and pouring her a drink.
We sat, talked and drank for about forty minutes. It was wonderful to be alone with her and enjoy her on my own, but agony as I wanted to show her so much, how much I wanted her. After a couple of glasses I suggested we go and try on some of my lingerie and we moved to the bedroom.
Before I could say anything Amalka peeled off her top revealing a black lacy bra and said "I've been waiting for this for so long".
Her mischevious smile gave me hope and set my pulse racing. My eyes moved over her delicious body, devouring her beauty as she stepped out of her skirt and stood, hands on hips facing me in just her bra and panties, her nipples erect and pushing against the material of her bra, her hips thrust forward in a provocative pose. My hands trembled as I pulled off my top and slipped out of my tight skirt, especially chosen for the occasion. I was already wet between my legs. We stood in just our underwear and stared at each other, now quite openly admiring each others young bodies.
I didn't want to make my move yet as I wanted Amalka in my sexiest outfit.
Amalka turned around and asked me to unhook her bra. My eyes travelled over the shoulder strap of her bra to the swelling of her breast, slightly moving in and out as she breathed. My hands shook as I unclipped her and watched as she slipped her bra slowly over her shoulders. She turned round facing me, her breasts exposed and her nipples erect. My mouth went dry and I caught my breath as she stood looking at me.
I was dying to make a move but still too terrified. The air was charged with expectation and lust.
Amalka turned away and slipped out of her panties. The moment passed and I breathed again. I picked up a pair of panties from the drawer. They were low cut silky with inset lace panels and lace trimming. They were tight and the silky material would hug her ass perfectly.
I passed them to her and our fingers brushed lightly. Amalka put each leg slowly into the panties and gently pulled them up. I watched as the panties slid up her thighs and she snapped them into place. I was transfixed, imagining how sexy the knickers made me feel, wondering how my beautiful Amalka felt.
I passed Amalka a matching bra which she slipped on. She looked breathtaking. She smiled as she smoothed down her panties and bra. My nipples were pushing against the tight material of my bra and my panties were soaked.
"Let me pick something for you" she said cheekily as she took my hand and led me to the lingerie draw.
Amalka pulled out a black tight nylon camisole top, cropped just below the breasts and a pair of French cut panties with lace trim. I underdressed under her steely, unwavering gaze. I pulled the outfit on and stood a few inches from Amalka.
I had a hair brush on the dressing table. I asked if she would like me to brush her hair.
I loved the look of her long shiny hair and knew it would be so erotic to brush and stroke her.
She sat on the edge of the bed and I began to run the brush threw her long hair. I felt like an Egyptian slave attending to her princess. I just wanted to pay all my attention to her. My entire universe was consumed by her beauty. All I could see and think about was Amalka's beauty, sitting inches in front of me, stunning but still unreachable.
I continued for a few minutes until Amalka turned to me, flashing her incredible smile.
I couldn't resist any longer.
"You look so beautiful", I said, "I've never seen anything as stunning as you".
She continued to smile at me. I closed my eyes and moved towards her. Our mouths met and our lips moved together, awkwardly at first. I savoured the softness of her mouth. My tongue moistened her lips and me came together more, moving more naturally and rhythmically. She broke away and looked at me.
"I've never done this with a woman" she said.
"I won't hurt you darling, I won't do anything you don't want to" I said.
We kissed again and our hands started to move to each others bodies.
Amalka's hand rested on the back of my neck and pulled me gently towards her. I was in heaven, kissing this beautiful creature, imagining how far she would let me go.
We kissed for what seemed like ages, revealing in the softness of each other, building up the intensity and electricity between us. Amalka broke off and slowly lay back on the bed, letting me admire her body. I lent over her and gently kissed her on her lips again. I moved my mouth to her neck and gently brushed across her skin, taking in her scent and taste. She sighed quietly as I kissed her neck, occasionally muttering words of pleasure.
I moved down to her shoulder and ran my mouth up and down the strap of her bra over her shoulder. I gently bit and kissed where the material of the strap met her skin.
While I did this my hand moved to her chest and sides as I stroked her soft skin, pleasuring my princess, making her moans and sighs become more intense and more regular. I glanced at her face, her head was slightly back, her eyes closed as she occasionally winced at the pleasure of my touches.
My hands moved over her panties, across skin and fabric, gently brushing and touching her. I wanted this moment to last forever, thinking that if I touched her too hard the magic would break. This slow torture went on for ages. Amalka got more and more turned on, her sighs louder, her pleading for release greater.
I put my hand gently between her legs and felt her through the fabric of her panties.
Even through the material I could feel how hot and wet she was. She pushed herself against me, forcing herself onto my hand. The gentle pressure of my fingers against her brought deeper, more powerful groans of pleasure from her throat.
"Oh please baby, please make me come Lyn" she pleaded.
I continued to touch her gently, like a feather, increasing her agony and desire, drawing even greater pleading from her. Her panties were completely soaked as she writhed against me. The musky smell of sex filled the room.
I wanted to kiss her breasts, so I moved my mouth down and kissed her nipple firmly through the material, feeling her hard and erect, pushing against the material. I took her nipple in my mouth through the silky fabric and squeezed with my lips, pinching its hard erectness. I moved up to where the lacy trim of the bra met Amalka's dark skin and kissed and licked the join, moving to the soft valley between her breasts, moving my face between her, seeming to be swallowed by her. My hands squeezed her bum through the material of her knickers.
I couldn't wait any longer, I had to taste her, to make her come. I slid her knickers down with my hands and pushed her legs apart. I could see her sex, throbbing and wet. I put my mouth against her for the first time and tasted her desire.
She was soft, wet hot and desperate for the touch of my mouth. I pushed my tongue into her and licked, tasting her juice while she writhed and bucked against my mouth.
She got hotter and hornier as I licked, crying out my name, begging me for release.
My tongue found her hard little clit and I licked and sucked as she almost screamed with desire.
The touch of my tongue was too much. I felt her vagina muscles contract as she reached her first orgasm. I slipped a wet finger into her ass as she screamed her way to a second orgasm. I kept my mouth there, hungry for her, licking, sucking and drinking her juices as they flowed from her cunt. I lost count of the number of times she came, but by the end she was exhausted, sobbing and gasping for air and moaning my name, drained by desire.
We lay together for hours that night kissing, cuddling and occasionally bringing each other off to gentle orgasms, consumed by each other, the most erotic experience of my life.