“How are they?” she asked, handing me my wine.
“Yeah, really good”… they were. The skirt fit perfectly and I could tell as I lifted up the first top it was going to be a great fit.
“Oh god!” she said, as if she had just noticed the vibrators. “God, sorry Sara… Ha, you’re welcome to try one of these on!” she smiled as she slipped the first one, a slim, purple multi speed that looked awfully similar to one I’m sure my mum had, into a draw.
I laughed and removed my skirt, standing up and completely forgetting what the front of my knickers said. Amanda’s eyes glanced down and remained staring at my crotch. It took me a couple of seconds to follow her gaze and only when I looked down myself did I remember what I had ironed on that afternoon. Shit!
“Well that’s an even better message than the one on your knickers on Saturday!” she said as she came close to me, still holding a medium sized, pink Rabbit vibe. She stood in front of me and my heart began to beat so wildly, I thought I might have to sit down.
“Why don’t I take that” she drawled, carefully taking my wine glass and putting it down on the side behind her. “Now, what shall we do?”
I looked at her and barely managed to squeeze out “I’m not sure”.
Her face froze… “Oh god, Sara, I’m so sorry, this is so inappropriate. I’m old enough to be your mother, I’m so sorry!” She had gone red and it looked as if she might be about to cry. I had no idea what to do.
“I should never have done this.” she cried out, backing away. “I thought… but look, I’m so sorry. You probably want to go…”
With every ounce of strength I had, I somehow managed to whisper “No… I don’t” and put my hand on her wrist.
The next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion, taking for ever… I can still feel the time oozing by like treacle She turned to me, our eyes locked and we stared at each other. I don’t think I’ve ever felt electricity like it. In this moment I knew that my life was going to change in some fundamental way.
My whole body began to tingle as she slowly, gently moved towards me… her eyes, closing in time with mine and even before her lips touched mine, I could feel them on me. Her lips were warm and soft and her kiss was fierce, full of passion and immediacy, like this had to happen now or maybe it never would. My heart was racing so hard, my clit, my whole pussy was exploding and with our arms now around each other, we pulled each other close and fell back onto the bed.
“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Amanda asked, gently, tenderly as she gently pulled her lips away from mine. Looking into my eyes she must have known the answer, but in case it wasn’t obvious, I gently nodded my head.
“You’re so pretty. You know, I’ve thought about you, about this moment, so many times over the last few months.” I couldn’t believe it, I hadn’t been imagining it after all.
“So have I.” I whispered back, feeling all the anxiety and worry I now realised had been building up within me over the last few days just slip away.
She took my hand, sat down on the bed and gently pulled me down next to her. I turned slightly, looking deep into her beautiful eyes. Her lips found mine again. She was so gentle, almost the impression of a kiss. But it was a feeling like nothing else. She put an arm around me and gently eased me into a laying position.
As we lay on the bed, I felt her hand slide over my bra and down towards my panties. I knew I must be wet, I wasn’t sure how wet, but as she slid her hand into my knickers, I could feel them sticking to my lips. I suddenly felt so tired, so relaxed… but I knew now wasn’t the time for sleep… the evening was just beginning.
I know you are probably desperate to know what happened next… and soon I’ll write a final chapter to this story. But for me, it was the build up, the anticipation, the wanting and the release when it finally happened that are the most erotic elements of this real life story.
Over the next few weeks, Amanda taught me more than I could ever imagine possible, She opened up a world of eroticism that I couldn’t have dreamed existed and showed me through a door to experiences that I have been exploring ever since. I’m not gay, I’m not a lesbian… I’ll admit it, I like cock too much. I’m sorry if that sounds crude, but it’s just true. But being bi, being with women, that’s part of who I am as well. And that first time with Amanda and the many times that followed, sowed the seeds for my bisexuality.
I do hope you enjoyed this retelling of my first bisexual experience. please leave me some feedback and comments as it may give me the courage to write about other experiences I’ve had.
Take care, Love Sara xxx
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