Here’s an important tip: white linen disappears when wet. I hustled out of sight, blushing.
I joined Jinx inside and offered to give her a ride home. She quickly agreed. Our host and his wife provided us with something to wear, and comically clad, we left.
On the way home she kept thanking me. I kept putting it off. Then, at a red light, she leaned over and kissed me! She broke the kiss and settled her head on my shoulder. A horn behind me told me to move.
“Did you ever hear that old wives’ tale about saving a person’s life?” she asked in a shy but serious voice.
“Something about the victim belonging to the rescuer,” I said. My head was swimming.
“Would you like to have me?”
In answer, I put a hand on her thigh until we got to another light. There I kissed her, probing her mouth with my tongue and delighting in her response.
We drove quietly to Jinx’s place. I was fluttering all over. I helped her out of the car, and she kissed me again. I broke the kiss and looked around nervously. “People will talk.”
“They already do,” Jinx said with a giggle. “Nobody here minds.” So we went hand in hand through the lobby, and we kissed in the elevator. I was self-conscious, but Jinx had a certain magic about her.
In the tiny apartment, we undressed each other, tugging the ill-fitting clothes off. Then, kissing and pressing into each other, Jinx whispered about how strong I was, and we made for the couch. She sat on my lap so I could nurse on her breasts. I reveled in the soft expanse. I loved her nipples, and they hardened into thick strawberries, just begging to be sucked. I fingered her quickly moistening muff. Though a novice, Jinx appreciated the attention, whispering encouragement or just purring. Finally she slid off my lap and parted my thighs.
I looked down in a daze, thinking that this was certainly the best turn of luck I’d had in years. She rubbed her face on my sparse pubic hair. I spread my legs a bit further and urged her to taste me with my hands on her head.
Jinx went right in. She worked quickly, and with the expertise of a girl who loves her art.
I pressed back, shuddering, moaning, gasping. Then, Jinx slipped a pair of fingers into me, and lashed my clit with her nimble tongue. I was no longer moaning, I was sobbing and coming. Finally, I dropped to my knees and kissed Jinx deeply, reveling in her tongue and my vaguely familiar taste.
“I think I nearly drowned again,” Jinx said, smiling. “I think you’d better be careful next time, or at least learn to swim.” I was surprised at the amount of honey on her lips.
I carried her to the bedroom and dropped her on the silk sheets. I pressed on top of her, marveling at how good our breasts felt touching, at how much I liked the feel of her fluffy bush rubbing against me. I rubbed my knee into her moist flower, shifting slightly so as to kiss and lick her tits. I lightly nipped her nipples, and Jinx hissed. I then pinched the other as she ground into me. Jinx started to flow, but, gasping, asked me to stop.
She wanted us to rub pussies, so we tangled legs after shifting some of the pillows. Then she ground against me, using her hands to pull at her nipples. I moaned and reached at our juncture, playing with our clits. Our moaning built, and Jinx was coming, thrashing, mewing.
I hadn’t come yet, but that was no problem as Jinx slid between my legs, burying her pretty blonde face and two fingers inside me. I started coming again, pulling hard on her face, and literally lifting her off the ground. Exhausted and pleased, we slipped into each other’s arms and slept until midmorning. That’s when Jinx became the teacher, and I the student of cunnilingus. She gave me very high marks.
Jinx and I have moved in together and have been together a year now. I don’t know if I’m lesbian now, but I do know that Jinx has made me happy, and that I’ve finally taught her to swim.
—Name and address withheld
SUBWAY GROPE ENCOUNTER LEADS
TO LUSTY LEZ SCENE
It was a warm Friday afternoon on a late fall day when I boarded the train heading home from work. The train was overcrowded and I was pushed into the far back corner. I didn’t mind because my stop was the third from the last stop.
At the next stop even more people pushed aboard. As the train lurched ahead, I felt a hand sneak up my jacket and brush over my sensitive nipples, and then firmly squeeze my large right breast.
I was wearing a navy blue short skirt and jacket with a white silk blouse and a camisole underneath, leaving my slightly drooping breasts free from the tight-fitting bras I usually wear.
At age forty I have what they call a full-figured body, with wide hips, a little tummy and 36C-cup breasts and sensitive nipples.
I was in total shock but unable to move due to the overcrowded train. As the hand gently fondled and pulled at the tip of my nipples, I found myself becoming extremely excited and horny, not believing this was happening to me.
As I prepared to turn and slap the person behind me for doing such a low, unspeakable act, I was in for another surprise. As I turned around I looked into the eyes of a woman, about twenty-five.
She had a smile on her pretty face. She said that the same thing had happened to her once, and she couldn’t resist the urge—just once—to feel another woman’s breast other than her own.
She said that she had actually found that she had been turned on by it, especially because it had also been done in a crowded place.
I was at a loss for words. Just then the train jumped ahead from the next stop. I was pushed right into her. I could feel her breasts push into mine. I couldn’t believe that I was actually becoming excited from all this.
I then shocked myself by asking her to come to my condo for turnabout fair play. She readily agreed.
As we finally reached my stop, I had a better look at her. Exiting the train, I saw she was wearing black dress pants, a red silk blouse and a tan suede coat.
She had wide, swaying hips and a nice butt. We jumped into my car and headed home.
My head was spinning and I found myself getting increasingly excited. I had never been with another woman before, and I had never even thought about it.
Her name, she said, was Shelly, and she confessed to me that she hadn’t ever engaged in homosexuality either—other than the one time on the train.
We went into the kitchen and I poured us a couple of stiff drinks. I walked up to her and removed her jacket, as well as my own. After I hung them up, Shelly moved up to me and told me what a beautiful figure I had.
She began to unbutton my blouse and remove it. My nipples were standing straight as I let the blouse fall to the floor.
I reached into her white lacy bra and gently squeezed her full firm breasts. I unsnapped her bra and her tits swung free. Her nipples were silver bullets and as hard as rocks. They were not as big as mine, but close and a little bit firmer to the touch. I relished the feel of them. I knew how mine felt when I played with them, so I was aware of Shelly’s sensitivity.
She pulled my camisole over my head, freeing my tits. Then she started sucking on my nipples. My juices began to flow. It felt so great as I fondled her swaying tits. Shelly stood up and we hugged.
I could feel her tits press into mine because we were about the same height. We headed to the bedroom, and I unsnapped her pants and pushed them over her wide hips, panties and all. I felt her hand go up my skirt, then push my panties aside.
Shelly took a finger to my now dripping pussy. She knew the exact spot to hit.
She slowly removed my skirt and my panties, kissing me all the way down. I pushed her back onto the floor and began sucking on her swollen nipples. I couldn’t get enough.
She asked me if she could eat my pussy, but I reached over and pulled out my vibrator.
“Please, use this,” I said.
After working hard all day, and in need of some desperate tension release, I figured the vibrator would be just the thing to get this thing started quickly. Shelly agreed. She spread my legs and crawled between my thighs, running the vibrator up and down
my slit. I moaned as Shelly rubbed my clit, telling me how nice my pussy looked. I had an orgasm spontaneously, just like that. I reached out and pulled her on top of me, cupping her lovely young tits.
I moved her up and began to tease her pussy with my tongue. With her asshole winking up at me, I kept her howling with my tongue, taking momentary pauses to lick her fanny and kiss her nipples.
Shelly delighted in my pussy-eating expertise, even though I had never done it before.
I licked around the edges of her swollen little clit head, kissing the inside of her thighs while I pushed two fingers inside her fiery vagina. It was fun tickling the mop of her pussy hair with my nose.
When I came really close to directly hitting her clit with my tongue, her thighs swung wide and she whispered excitedly, “There—kiss it right there, ah!”
She gasped when my tongue landed on the tip of her clitoris, a juicy hot fruit that was as hard as a pearl.
She came in a screaming spasm of joy and release, flooding my mouth with her hot, savory essence.
I couldn’t believe what had taken less than thirty or so minutes to transpire, from the time I first felt that hand grope my breast on the train.
Later, we sat around kissing and hugging with a bottle of wine between us, which eventually led to more cunnilingus and vibrator action. Needless to say, we had many more orgasms that night. It was the first time in years that I had experienced multi-orgasms.
I have to say that I really did enjoy the time I spent with Shelly. However, in all honesty, I prefer to be with a man any old time. My fantasy, of course, is two women and a man.
The thing I liked about being with a woman—I find it really erotic—is the slow, sensual removal of clothing. There is something really hot about exposing each piece of bare skin, and fondling, licking and sucking as you go. But I will always want dick.—L.W., Brooklyn, New York
A PRETTY WOMAN WALKS HER WAY,
AND STAYS AWHILE
I am a twenty-year-old redhead. I’m five-two, in great shape and have blue eyes. I live with my hunky boyfriend, Rick, and am what you would call a meat-and-potatoes kind of gal. Until recently, I’ve never been into anything too kinky and have just enjoyed straight-ahead fucking.
But things changed a few months back when I started to realize that I was beginning to notice hot chicks, just like a guy would. I’d be walking down the street with Rick, see a really sexy babe and start checking her out. Luckily, Rick was turned on by our mutual interest in pretty women. We even made a game out of it, imagining that one night we’d pick up a honey and bring her back home with us for a little fun.
But it stayed just a fantasy until one day not so long ago. Something had to give, sooner or later. Even though I was still a virgin when it came to girl action, I knew that I wanted big time to get a taste of pussy. Rick knew it too. When I told him we had to make a move pretty soon, he agreed we should give it a shot.
We went out to cruise babes together, and it was not too long before we struck pay dirt. There was a gorgeous woman walking down the street. She just blew my mind. She was petite, with long, dark hair and big tits that I could really imagine sinking my lips into.
I told Rick this was the one I wanted, but he just smiled and didn’t say a word. I was too shy to do or say anything without his support, so she got away. I was a bit pissed off that he didn’t seem more into it at the time, but I let it drop, and we just went home like we usually do and screwed our brains out.
Still, from that day on, she was never out of my mind for long, and I must have worn my dildo down to a sliver imagining her sticking her fingers into my snatch. I could tell that Rick knew how horny I was for her, but he never actually said or did anything to acknowledge my lust for the stranger.
Anyway, she stayed just a masturbatory fantasy until about two weeks later. That’s when Rick told me he had a surprise for me. We got into his truck and he told me to close my eyes. I kept them shut for the whole ride, until he said it was okay to open them. I did, and saw that he’d parked in front of a motel off the highway out of town. I could guess what was coming next, and my box started dripping pussy juice in anticipation.
Rick said he’d already gotten the key. He gave it to me and I walked to the door like I was in a dream. I unlocked the door and went into the room and there she was: my fantasy woman, just as lovely as the day I first saw her.
No words were spoken as she came toward me and led me over to the bed. She began kissing me deeply. I enjoyed the feeling of her tongue roaming around my mouth. I could feel the excitement building inside me. She lifted my shirt and, like magnets, her lips found my nipples and closed around them.
She gently nibbled and sucked my tits as her other hand slid up my skirt. She massaged my clit, inserting a finger up my already very wet pussy. I started to wiggle around to give her more of what she wanted.
Rick came to my side and removed the rest of my clothes, then lifted me onto the bed. The sexy stranger kissed down my belly to my eager cunt. She parted my labia and inserted two fingers, finger-fucking me good and hard.
The feeling of the black-haired beauty sucking my engorged clit and rubbing her sweet face all over my juicy pussy was pure heaven. I could feel myself ready to orgasm and wrapped my legs around her head.
After I’d come, she crawled up to my face and we began French-kissing. I could taste my juice on her red lips. We switched places, and I lay between her creamy thighs, teasing her erect nipples as I kissed and licked her velvet snatch.
The honey scent of her pussy juice was like candy being waved in front of me. I started tongue-lashing her spread cunt lips, eating out the pink delicacy, right in my face. The stranger moaned and wriggled on the bed under my thrusting tongue.
Meanwhile, Rick sat in a chair near the bed, beating his meat as he watched my pussy-worshiping. I glanced over to see his purple head bursting to come, then dove back down to my new lover’s muff.
I pushed a finger inside her as I sucked on her clit and generously licked all around her moist beaver. Suddenly her stomach muscles tensed, and she pumped her box into my face as she yelled out my name like a bitch in heat. Rick’s prick exploded, and his spunk flew across the room, at least one drop landing on my ass.
Rick joined us on the bed as my new girlfriend lapped up my boyfriend’s come from my ass. Then we cuddled for a while. Rick explained that he’d met Wendy by accident the day after we’d first spotted her. When she found out how much I wanted her, she’d instantly agreed to be my first female experience.
She certainly has not been my last, however. Since then, Rick has often watched as I get it on with good-looking women we pick up in bars. He’s a real gentleman about it, letting me do all the touching, while he gets to do all the looking. Sooner or later I figure I’ll let him fuck my girlfriends too. For now, though, it’s strictly girls doing it for themselves.—S.G., Amarillo, Texas
HIS HONEY GETS A TASTE OF
HONG KONG WITHOUT LEAVING HOME
My wife Maeve is of Black Irish extraction, with dark hair, creamy white skin and small, firm breasts with the most beautiful pink nipples I’ve ever seen. She recently had an incredible sexual experience with another woman and I would like to share it with your readers. It happened at the fitness center where Maeve and I like to exercise.
One morning when we were making love Maeve told me that a new woman had started at the club. Maeve felt that this woman was looking at her in an erotic way. Maeve and I have always shared our sexual fantasies, but she’d never expressed an interest in a woman before.
She had told me that she’d had a couple of experiences with two of her girlfriends back in college, but that she was almost more embarrassed than turned on by the memories.
When I asked her about the new woman at the club, she replied that the way this woman looked at her made her wet. But she really didn’t want to pursue it, saying that she’d just mentioned it during lovemaking to arouse me.
Two days later we were both at the g
ym when a lean, sexy, Asian-American woman entered, wearing shorts and a filled-out tank top, and took the Stairmaster next to Maeve. I looked over, and Maeve told me with her eyes that this was the same woman.
I noticed the Asian girl was stretching behind Maeve. Her eyes seemed to take in every movement of Maeve’s legs and ass. From the slight smile on her lips I could tell she really appreciated what she saw.
After a bit, she started some small talk with Maeve, introducing herself as Amy. Amy was out of touch with the area, having only recently returned from three years working at a bank in Hong Kong. She asked about places to go and things to do in San Francisco. I could tell things were heating up under the surface, and went off to the weight room. The last thing 1 saw was my wife winking at me.
I got the rest of the story later that night.
My wife and Amy had gone back to the locker room to shower and change. As Maeve undressed, Amy came around from the other side of the lockers. Maeve said that Amy was staring at her breasts as she spoke. She pretended she just wanted to know if there were any good local vegetarian restaurants.
When Maeve answered her, she said it was obvious that Amy was wet, because a wonderful, musky perfume rose up from her pussy. In the shower, Maeve said she felt dizzy with the sexy feelings she was having. They were new to her and a little surprising. She wanted something to happen, and wondered how to proceed.
My wife looked across the shower room, and there was Amy, washing her long, dark hair with her eyes shut. Maeve couldn’t help but look at the Asian girl’s toned body. Amy was five-two, with surprisingly large breasts and huge, saucer-shaped areolae. Maeve was tempted to go over and start something then and there, but instead she just left.
That night my wife was particularly ferocious in bed. She confessed that she’d been totally turned on in the shower, and would have gladly eaten Amy out right there under the steaming water. This got me instantly hard, even though I’d just come in Maeve’s mouth.
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