The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  We had been in the house less than an hour when people began to drift away towards the back of the house, reappearing sporadically in various stages of undress. Chris wandered away to a room upstairs but nerves wracked me and I remained in the sitting room with a smaller crowd of people who, it seemed, were all new to the activities presented to us and were just as apprehensive as me. I was beginning to wish that there was something to break the ice within the crowd, who all exchanged polite smiles and stared at their rapidly emptying glasses, and wondered whether I could locate Chris’s clothing and wait the night out locked asleep in his car outside. Then a new couple, flushed, nervous and excited, burst through the French doors absolutely soaking wet from the sudden downpour that had started outside.

  Mark and Lacey were the icebreaker I needed and, having fetched them a drink, I found they were by far the easiest of people to talk to in the room. They were both older than me, Mark in his early fifties and Lacey, at a guess, in her late forties, but there was something so energetic about the couple, I was intrigued to discover more about them and their relationship. Lacey confessed they had been to an adult club once and wanted to try the experience again but she had never been to a house party and was nervous. Mark seemed less so and soon wandered off to see what all the fuss was about.

  Lacey and I chatted casually about how we were feeling, to find ourselves in such an unusual situation, and I felt more relaxed about what was occurring upstairs because I had made an ally. After chatting for what seemed like an age, Lacey decided to brave upstairs in search of her husband. I was about to suggest following her up when Chris reappeared to check that I had not run off and was having a good time. Full of latent passion and familiarity, he swept me into his arms, using his body weight to force me backwards against the wall, and kissed me like never before, his tongue searching every inch of my mouth, his hands hot, sweaty and needy, roving over the soft contours of my body. He was turned on by my nervousness, the thought of my lingerie beneath my dress and the excitement of everything occurring beyond the hallway, and his kisses made me just as excited. He whispered that he was going for some fresh air and a drink and that I should head on upstairs where he would find me shortly.

  Biting the bullet, I moved to the bottom of the stairs. I knew if I didn’t join in I would regret it and that I might not get an opportunity again. I had to go! The landing upstairs was softly lit and inviting but there was nothing soft about the moaning that drifted from upstairs; beds creaked and men grunted as satisfaction tore through their bodies. I had to examine what the situation was – whether I would be part of it, I wasn’t sure, but curiosity told me I had to see what was occurring in those rooms.

  I climbed the stairs slowly and as I passed the banister of the landing I could see that the larger of the two bedrooms was packed with people, it was here that the majority of the moans of ecstasy were coming from and I realized that I would never be able to clamber over the crowd of men blocking the door to see what was causing the excitement. The second room’s door was open and I could see clearly inside that Lacey was the only woman in the room with just three men. I slipped in, not wanting to disturb what was obviously a very exciting experience for all, surrounded by the mist of sex that filled the room and stimulated my senses. Every inch of my body tingled with excitement and my smoothly shaved pussy was throbbing inside my soaking-wet panties with anticipation that it may find sweet release.

  As I entered the room I made eye contact with Lacey’s husband, Mark, now completely naked, who was shamelessly stroking his fully erect penis as he gazed on at the activity on the bed. Another man, who I later learnt was Bill, occupied a chair in the corner, also naked and slowly teasing his substantial length in tortured excitement at the thought of joining the action. The third man, olive skinned, muscular and tense, was easing his cock slowly in and out of Lacey’s open mouth, her crimson lips caressing his shaft as he did so. If I had been excited and turned on at the sight of the men in the room then I felt sure that I was about to explode at the sight of Lacey, clad in exquisite cerise and black silk lingerie, prone and exposed, greedily taking all the cock she could swallow!

  I was shocked at the primal urge that surged through my body. I no longer noticed the men, watching me eagerly to see if this new woman would be joining in the fun. I no longer noticed the atmosphere that surrounded us; all I could see was Lacey. The smell of her neatly trimmed and moist sex drew me in and with nervous fingers I slipped out of my crimson silk dress and let it fall to the floor around me.

  Without conscious thought, my hands moved to my breasts, my nipples, rock hard and aching, pushed against the delicate sheer fabric of my midnight lace basque, the boning of the bodice and cups teasingly rubbing their tips as I leant forwards to straighten the lace of my stockings. The heel of my stiletto became trapped in my dress with my movement and as I bent to release it, a warm, strong hand wrapped itself around the curve of my buttock. I turned my head to look back at the person who was about to initiate me into the scene and was pleased to see Mark smiling back at me. He whispered in my ear that he noticed how I looked at his wife and offered her to me, the way he stroked his cock eagerly telling me how much he would like to watch his wife and another woman together. With a nod of encouragement and consent, he opened his palm towards Lacey who was still sucking greedily on the pulsating cock before her.

  I knelt at the foot of the bed and, as if she sensed a person waiting, Lacey opened her legs to grant me access. I wanted to savour every moment, devour every inch of Lacey’s body with my eyes, mouth and hands but as I moved closer to her body, Lacey began bucking her hips towards me. She knew someone was there but couldn’t see who it was, and needed satisfying urgently. I took just a second longer to drink in her scent before reaching eagerly for her mound with my tongue. I hadn’t tasted a woman in years, leaning more towards my heterosexual side, but Lacey’s taste blew my mind. Musky, salty but feminine and alluring, the sensation of her juices on my face drove me to ecstasy as I lapped gently at her swollen lips. She moaned gently, her mouth otherwise occupied, but keen to show that she was enjoying the pleasure. I wanted to tease her, to make her beg for my fingers and mouth, but with a sharp movement her hand was on the back of my head and I was thrust deep amongst her folds. I sucked and licked as I had never done, as if trying to satisfy some hunger that had been burning inside me for so long, unheeded. Her hand wound deep into my hair and pulled tightly as I moved my tongue around her swollen clit and drank in the juices of her excitement.

  Her thighs gripped tightly at the side of my face as she wrapped her legs over my shoulders, trapping me in her web of desire. Without warning I felt warmth, liquid bliss on my chin, running down my neck and breasts as Lacey’s hips bucked against my face. All thoughts of cock were forgotten as she screamed, a deep, guttural animal sound. Her hand loosened on my hair and her legs slipped from my shoulders and fell, relaxed, against the side of the bed. I continued to suck tentatively, understanding the immediate sensitivity I felt in my own clitoris post-orgasm but wanting to perpetuate the sensations rippling through her body that mirrored my own. Was it possible to orgasm without touch, without stimulating or having your body stimulated? I do not know what happened to this day but I felt as satisfied as Lacey looked, breast heaving as she lay prone and rested on the bed.

  Someone groaned and I was brought back to the room where Mark and several new faces were reaching their own point of ecstasy from watching me thoroughly enjoy the tastes of Lacey’s flesh, but before I could go on to sample what else was on offer, Chris was leading me by the hand, my dress flung over his shoulder, out into the car. The party hosts had called time; there were just a few stragglers enjoying the last-minute feast the new woman had left behind, but it was time to leave.

  I never went back to another party with Chris and our secret meetings in the early hours lost their excitement for me; for the first time in many years I no longer had a hunger for his cock. Night after night the thoughts of Lacey and
her delicious body brought me to a battery-assisted climax before I fell into a fitful night’s sleep. I grew frustrated that I hadn’t been able to take her number before leaving that night. I had no idea how to get in touch, who they really were – I’m sure some people use aliases whilst at an event of that nature to disguise extra marital activities or to protect their identities if they hold powerful jobs, or even just for the pure excitement of being someone else and carrying out socially subversive activities. I had no idea where to start to look to meet single women who were not looking for a relationship, who simply needed to satisfy their instincts as I had done with Lacey and was so desperate to do again. I had never dreamed that a wet and rainy Sunday evening would result in another chance to reacquaint myself with Lacey’s feminine curves and discover just how happily she would return the favour.

  It was March, almost two months after the night of the party, and it had rained without stopping for almost a week. I had not had any sexual contact since that night as work had taken up more of my time than usual, and frustration grew inside me. Not only was I prevented from taking my daily run but I had been sexually deprived for what seemed like forever. I relied on my run to unwind and reflect. That Sunday had proved to be just the same, the sky was dark and full and the ground wet and slippery, but in desperate need of activity, I grabbed my swimsuit and headed for the local leisure centre where I knew an aqua aerobics class was timetabled for the following hour. It seemed strange to be glad to get in a pool after getting soaked on the way to the centre, but as I hung my clothes in a locker I felt more relaxed than I had in a while and looked forward to the pressure of the water on my body.

  Beyond the lockers, a woman stripped beside a bench and began towelling herself dry. She took her time, brushing her long, auburn hair over her shoulders whilst the remainder of the moisture dried naturally on her body, and I watched unashamedly as she stroked her pert breast tenderly where the brush had broken through the hair and scratched her skin. Desire rose in me as a gentle moan escaped my lips, and I hid my embarrassment as her eyes met mine. I almost wanted to climb into the locker to avoid her eyes; she had seen me devouring her nakedness and I felt shame rising from my feet. My arousal had been instant and I realized that was why I was frustrated and had lost interest in men: it was a woman’s sensual touch I desired. I longed for another woman to be intimate with. I grabbed my towel and walked towards the pool, desperately trying to avoid her gaze but unable to do so. I caught her looking at me, a playful smile on her lips as she began to dress.

  I left my towel on the rail at the side of the pool with an assortment of others and joined the throng of unfamiliar faces waiting for the class to start. I took a space at the side, not wanting to be noticed, as I am the most uncoordinated person imaginable and would never keep up with the routine, but mostly because I was obviously still aroused, the figure-hugging Lycra swim suit doing nothing to hide my erect nipples, demanding attention. Had the pool not been slightly on the warm side I would have happily blamed the cold, but lurking at the side of the group meant I didn’t have to explain myself. Loud, echoing dance music brought my attention back to the instructor, a muscular blonde Adonis who had the rest of the group enthralled. He started the class and at first the movements were new and I stifled giggles as I thought of what we must look like to outsiders. Others were giggling too, obviously not used to the situation, and I felt myself relax further into the warm water.

  Chaos ensued when the Adonis instructed us to move crab steps to the right. As I mentioned, I am the least coordinated person I know and as the rows of women moved towards the right I stepped to the left, which resulted in a crash of bodies and both myself and the other swimmer falling backwards into the water. The majority of the group continued to follow the instructions without spotting the crash, but those immediately around us burst into uncontrolled fits of hilarity. It was only as I stood and wiped the water from my eyes that I saw that the person I had crashed with was Lacey. We both beamed in recognition and exchanged a few words of conversation whilst attempting to join the rest of the group’s activity. I soon realized it was futile to try and regain my composure and I asked if she fancied sneaking off for a coffee. I was really pleased when she accepted and motioned towards the changing room. We waded as quietly as we could from the class and back to the changing room where I was glad to see the beautiful woman from earlier had finished changing and had gone. We agreed to change and meet in the café for coffee shortly and went our separate ways to our lockers. I grabbed my shower crème and shampoo with pure elation: a chance activity had brought me within the grasp of a woman I desired and I couldn’t believe my luck.

  Being between classes, finding a shower cubicle was easy. It was only a small leisure centre with just four showers in the female changing rooms, two of which had “out of order” signs strung across them. I hung my towel on the hook and took my toiletries with me into the shower, pulling the curtain behind me. I stripped away my swimsuit and was delighted to find the water hot and plentiful. I had begun to wash my hair when I heard someone slip into the cubicle next to mine. I wondered if it was Lacey showering next to me and was imagining her rubbing soap into her soft skin when a wet swimsuit hit the floor and its straps appeared beneath the partition of our cubicle. I recognized it instantly as hers but this was confirmed for me a second later when I heard her swear loudly that her shower was freezing. I asked aloud if she was alright. Imagine my surprise when she stepped naked into my cubicle.

  “Don’t mind if we share, do you?” she asked as her slippery breasts rubbed against my back in a fight to share the water. Pleasantly surprised yet totally shocked, I moved aside to share with her. The cubicle was small but our bodies melted in against each other in the enclosed space, rubbing together sensually. Lacey began to soap herself with a body puff and I wondered if I had read the signals wrong; she seemed to be just continuing her showering routine as normal and again I felt embarrassed that my excitement was obvious as my skin tightened and my nipples hardened with every pass of her breasts again mine. Lacey laughed when she spotted the blush I couldn’t hide on my cheeks and, without sharing another word, began to soap my breasts with her puff. I stood, motionless. We were at the leisure centre. I had no idea what to expect or how to react, but it was obvious that Lacey was more experienced and in control. I watched her continue to rub soap into my skin, her delicate hands making circles of bubbles around my prominent nipples with the puff as it caressed my skin. I looked at her and her mouth found mine, hungry, eager, desirous, her tongue dancing circles around my own.

  The puff was forgotten and we kissed with abandon, our hands relishing the extra lubrication of the soap, gliding over each other’s skin, turning wanton groping into delicate strokes. The water continued to warm us and provide extra moisture as Lacey pressed her body closer against mine. I whimpered, unable to hide my pleasure, at which point she withdrew and placed her finger across my lips, urging me to be silent. Easier said than done: I was so turned on I thought I might scream aloud if I didn’t get some kind of satisfaction.

  Her hands cupped the flowing water to wash the soap from my breast as her mouth found my neck, her tongue curving around inside as her teeth nibbled at my ear. I stroked her hips and sides as she worked her way down from my ears and neck to my breast. With expert fingers, she teased my skin, taut and sensitive, then she flicked the end of my bud with her tongue, hard, and then nipped it sharply with her teeth. I felt as though I had been pierced but as soon as the exquisite sensation started it was over. She looked up at me to gauge my reaction and repeated the bite. Sensation flooded my body and I shivered with anticipation of her next move.

  I kissed the top of her head, eager to show her that I wanted her body as much as she wanted mine but Lacey looked at me, her eyes telling me that I had pleasured her at our last meeting and this was her show. I had to wait, mute and entirely submissive to her will.

  Lacey’s mouth remained fixed on the task of stimulating my skin. B
etween delicate butterfly kisses and gentle nips, I remained entranced, oblivious to any noise that may suggest we were no longer alone in the shower block. Her fingers danced across my stomach, tickling the sensitive areas of my side before clutching firmly at my mound. I gasped and gripped her shoulders, begging for the attention her hands were offering. Lacey sensed the urgency of my need but was in no rush to offer satisfaction and gently caressed the inside of my thighs, making me wait longer, making me impatient, making me hungry!

  I had to have release; my quim ached for her lips, her fingers, and if I didn’t have them shortly I was sure I would have no control over my actions. I squeezed her harder, my lips finding hers; I had to communicate my need. Lacey looked at me and held me for a few seconds before lowering her hand again to my mound and tenderly, so gently, sliding her finger between my lips to stroke my swollen, aching clitoris. Again I stifled a gasp as she gently worked her fingers around my begging bud. Electric tremors rippled through me as the sensation of my first orgasm grew deep within me. She sensed she was working me up into a frenzy and without hesitation fell to her knees before me, thrusting my foot onto her shoulder for easier access for her lusty tongue.