She took the panties and said, “No let me see. I want to see you.” It was so bold that I let my arm drop and we sort of examined one another in silence. She my breasts and I her body.
I was first to break the silence, “I wish I had your breasts. Mine are beginning to sag,” I tugged at them a little.
“No no, mine are too small.”
She bent now and slipped the panties on covering her bush. I realized she was no longer naked. She was wearing the red camisole and matching panties. It was just how I had imagined it. Oh my God! Her long gorgeous legs, and the way the top and bottom played peek a boo with her middle. I reached out my hand and held the hem of her camisole in my hand, she just stood and let me.
“I feel like I’m looking into a mirror of myself when I was young.” I let my hand wander onto her belly and then lower tracing her panty line with my finger. “So flat! Look at me.” And I held my arms out as I looked down at my own belly which was hanging over the edge of my pants.
She said, “Its just . . . your pants are too tight. I love the way you look! Here. Here, get out of the rest of your clothes. It’s just the pants.”
In a blur she had her hand on the side zipper of my slacks and in no time I was the one stripped naked sitting on the bed, my dishwater blonde/brown bush, wild with hair rising from between my legs. I looked around the bed, “What should I try on.”
“Lets see you in the corset, lets keep those breasts out where I can see them. You know your nipples are exactly the same as mine.” I was dizzy now and turned toward Cristy, she was lifting the red camisole over her head and sat back down next to me, “See.”
She took her fingers and sort of flicked at her own nipples, they stood upright as little round nobs in the center of her small brown aureoles. They were exactly like mine! Then she reached her hand out to me and did the same thing to me, rubbing and flicking my nipples gently with her fingers. I knew what the effect would be. Her soft hand on my breast was electric and a complete surprise. I let my own hand rest on her leg and we sat knee to knee, heads bent together, looking down at our breasts.
I was mesmerized. “They are! Our nipples are the same size too.” I exclaimed. “But how do THEY do that?” And I reached my own hand out now and cupped her breasts, she closed her eyes. “They defy gravity.”
Cristy responded, “But yours have so much sensuality, the flesh” – and she too was rubbing my breasts, tracing her fingers over my nipples, hefting my breasts up in her hand, and letting her hand slide down to my stomach. “And see! Now your stomach is nearly as flat as mine.”
“Think so. . . I don’t know.” I looked down at myself, slight paunch, legs parted, and my dishwater bush sitting down on the bed, and then I let myself fall back flat on the bed, playful, tipsy and said, “When I’m like THIS is the only time my stomach is really flat.”
I could hear Cristy giggle, as she continued to run her hand across my middle, over my stomach and onto my breasts again. I was laying on the lingerie we had layed out and just let her touch me, squeeze me once in awhile. Once or twice I felt her brush her fingers over my wild little bush and I gave a suppressed moan and stretched myself out lifting my arms above my head.
I looked up at her, “That feels so nice, two things I haven’t done – lingerie and a massage. Both in one day.” She glanced back at me, but then was focused once again on my body. For my part I didn’t move. Just silence and soft hands on my flesh.
After awhile Cristy startled me with her voice, “Uh, This might sound a little crazy.”
“What?” I languidly responded turning my head to her.
“It’s only just. Could I suckle your breast? Like a baby I mean. I’ve never. . .”
Now this was really taking me back to my youth. I leaned up on my elbows and stared at her sitting on the bed in her red panties no top, me completely naked. Where am I? I remembered thinking.
She persisted, “Just a little minute?” her hand still on me, caressing now my breasts, drawing circles around my nipples so they stood round and erect.
I closed my eyes, “Only if,” and I let myself drop back down on the bed, ” – you return the favor for me. Only don’t breath a word of this to Jack. . . Wait!”
She froze.
“This calls for a little more wine.” And I jumped up off the bed and ran over buck naked and poured my fourth glass – drank half – and then pushed all the lingerie to the far side of the bed and lay myself back down in the same spot setting the wine on a table nearby. What the hell I thought, harmless fun. It’s been years since I did anything as crazy as this. My heart was pounding as I lay back down completely nude with Cristy sitting beside me in her lovely pair of red panties, blonde hair falling over her eyes.
She lowered her head onto my chest and nuzzled her face between my breasts rubbing her warm cheeks against my skin and then brought her mouth over my right nipple and softly drew circles with her tongue, wrapping her lips and suckling me. First one then the other. As she suckled I felt her let her hand continue to massage my belly, lower and lower then brushing my bush. Oh god it felt so good. I let her hands just reach between my legs. Had she gone further I believe I would have opened my legs up for her, but she kept her hand just there at the top, my wild hairs splaying up from between her fingers.
I felt a hunger rising in me, could feel myself going wet, and I lifted myself on my elbows again, her mouth still on me, and said, “My turn.”
And I placed my own mouth over her perfect breasts now suckling one then the other as she sat before me. Their taste in my mouth was salt and perfume. I could smell her sex rising and as I suckled her I too slid my hand down into her fine blonde bush. She had already been sitting with her legs splayed open and I surprised myself by letting my fingers reach deeply between her legs over the red silk panties. I heard her draw in her breath and I looked up at her, then let my moist lips press into hers. I opened my mouth and we kissed like that for awhile. I have no idea how long. Exquisite slow kissing. No woman has kissed if she hasn’t kissed another woman, there is nothing like it. A softness and sharing that is utterly unique. I never took my hands off of her as I kissed her and let my fingers wander around to her back and explore her narrow hips, her round bottom, the crack of her ass, narrow waist, her shoulder blades. This body that at one time was me. She returned my kiss, was a good kisser. I was really surprised by that because in all the months here I can count on one hand the number of boyfriends she had brought home or gone out with.
I laid her back on the bed now and looked at her, without speaking began to tug at the last bit of clothing we were wearing save our jewelry. She laid with her hands above her head, she would let me do anything right now, eyes closed then open looking at me – relaxed. Not smiling. She just lifted her hips up and I slid her panties down her long legs and off, dropping them to the floor.
“Open your legs,” I whispered to her as she silently complied. I positioned myself between her thighs and then nuzzled my nose into her bush, breathing deep, rubbing her with my nose. It was also ‘My’ smell, moist, the smell of sex. Mother Earth. I brought my head up and asked, “Do you shave?”
She just whispered, “no,” and shook her head never taking her eyes off me.
And I let my tongue wander now over this delicate mound of flesh, this flower covered with the lightest down. Short hairs, no skin between her labia and thighs, none between her belly button and the top of her mound, none around her vagina. She had this lovely little hood of flesh draped across the top of her clitoris. I puckered my lips and gently suckled this other little nipple. She wriggled her hips and arched and pressed herself into me. I let my fingers trace the edges of her pussy, and pulled her open with my long nails and began to lick the length of her pinkness. She was so pink, so soft, my smell and taste. After what seemed like forever, sucking and chewing and licking this little girl, I asked, “Do you want to taste me?”
She could barely speak as she nodded. I thought I heard, “oh, yes.”
And I was the one now spread out on the bed with my arms above my head as Cristy nuzzled down between my legs. For some reason I felt like her mother, like she was my little girl. I was teaching her an initiation into womanhood. Into society. I felt like I was making love to myself. I brought my hands down and stroked her hair as she found me, and pressed lightly on her head. I wanted just a little more pressure down there, a little higher. I guided her softly. She was lapping at me like a cat. As I ate her she never moved, her arms lay relaxed, she was this supine statuette receiving me, undulating slightly. I was different. I pressed my mound against her, and stroked her hair, pressed her into me. I was so wet, I can’t remember when I had been this wet. I didn’t know that I could be this wet anymore. Jack drove me crazy, we were good lovers, but I was responding to something else today.
Cristy was growing hungrier and she began to reach into me with her fingers and slide her hands in my wetness along with her tongue. I could feel her nails on my flesh. I was getting so aroused, and I began to stiffen, I wanted to wait a little longer. I motioned her gently with my hands to slide up my body and she complied and then we lay entwined around one another.
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