She was surprised at the beach. “Why, it’s almost deserted!”
“That’s why I brought you to this one. It’s not a tourist trap…yet.”
She loved the beach. She lay in the sand and made angels with her arms and legs, laughing. She made a small sand castle with as much glee as a child, and put a tiny pebble on top. “That’s the king,” she said. The king promptly fell off his perch and the castle crumbled back into sand.
“And that,” she informed me solemnly, “is a revolution.”
I took photos of her standing in the surf, laughing and holding her arms out as the waves crashed around her bare feet. We took selfies, holding the camera at arm’s length as we held each other close. I was very conscious of the swell of her breast touching mine.
She prodded my foot with her toes. “Closer,” she said, pressing her breast into me. “You aren’t fully in the frame. That’s it.”
My knickers were uncomfortably soaked by the time she broke the embrace. “Are you all right?” she asked me. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing wrong,” I said. My head was still swimming a bit and I needed to get myself under control. “How about going to a movie?”
So we went to watch something. It doesn’t matter what it was. The theatre was mostly empty, and the last three rows were totally unoccupied except for the two of us.
She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arm round mine. “I’m so glad I came,” she murmured. “It feels so good to be with you.”
I could feel her cheek, nuzzling the side of my neck, and wondered if she could feel the thundering of my heart. “I’m happy you came, too,” I said inadequately.
The actress on the screen, Nordic to the fingernails, pulled off her shirt. Her breasts were small and pert, with round pink nipples reminiscent of little rosebuds. Her tiny shorts followed, revealing, for an instant before she turned away, a bare cleft like a sideways smile.
“She looks almost prepubescent,” Kitty said in my ear. “Do you like your women shaved or natural?”
My throat was so dry that I had to wet my lips before I could murmur an answer. “Doesn’t matter to me, really,” I said. “As long as she’s comfortable with who she is, it’s fine.”
“And…” I felt her hesitation, her nerving herself up to ask. “Just, er, out of curiosity, since I haven’t seen you unclothed…”
“I got a Brazilian wax done yesterday,” I said. I had got it done specifically for her visit, but I didn’t tell her that. “It’s more convenient when I’m in a bikini.”
“I can’t wear a bikini,” she said mournfully. “I’m too fat.”
“You’re fine for me,” I assured her. The Nordic actress was preening in front of a mirror, her hands cradling her breasts, and then slipped between her legs as she pretended to masturbate. Her gasps of simulated pleasure were so artificial that they were off putting rather than erotic. I found myself wondering what Kitty’s face would look like in arousal and orgasm. “You’re much sexier than that woman on the screen, and I’m seriously having a hard time keeping my hands off you. If only you knew…”
I didn’t get to finish the sentence. Kittykat’s face shifted on my shoulder, her cheek sliding up mine, towards the corner of my mouth. I turned to her, our lips merging, slipping over and around each other. Her tongue, warm, moist, alive, found mine.
How long that kiss lasted I have no idea. It seemed to go on forever and ever. It was as though it was the first time I’d ever been kissed. When we finally broke for a breath, her eyes were shining.
“My word,” she breathed. “Oh my word.”
“I…” I opened my mouth to say something, I don’t know what, to explain, perhaps even to apologise. But she leaned across and put her finger on my lips.
“Not a word,” she said. “Let’s go. I can’t bear another minute.”
“Go where?”
Kittykat smiled, a slow wide warm smile. “I believe the correct form of the question is, ‘your place or mine?’ “
As we drove back to my flat, she stroked my thigh with her hand, her fingertips grazing the insides of my thighs. “It’s been a while since I last had sex,” she said. “And now I’m so wet my knickers are soaked.”
I didn’t trust myself to reply.
“I hope you don’t have any plans for the evening,” she said.
“No other plans,” I managed.
“Great.” She pressed her fingers to the joining of my legs. “I love feeling this. It’s so warm. I never knew touching another woman would be so wet and warm.”
I finally found my voice as we were riding the lift up to my flat. “I’ve a bottle of wine, all chilled and ready. You like red, right?”
“Screw the wine,” she said. “The wine will wait. I want you, and I can’t wait.”
I fumbled the lock open and we entered my flat. The door had hardly clicked shut behind us and she was in my arms.
“Kiss me,” she said urgently. “Kiss me hard.”
We kissed, our lips crushed together so tightly I could feel her teeth against mine. Her tongue and mine danced, pressing and touching and tasting each other. Her heavy breasts pushed against mine, her hands roved up and down my back.
“God,” she moaned into my mouth. “You can kiss, can’t you? Take me to your bedroom and fuck me.”
We kissed all the way down the living room to the bedroom. Her hands were busy, pulling my T-shirt out of my slacks, pushing them down off my hips. “Take off my dress,” she said urgently.
The green and purple outfit hit the floor with a rustle of silk. She kicked off her shoes, hooked one leg round my calf, and pushed me down on the bed on my back. Contained only by her bra, her heavy breasts hung over me. I felt her hands, tugging impatiently, and my knickers slipped down my legs and off my feet. She stood looking down at me.
“You’re so lovely,” she said, crouching down between my legs. “I’ve often imagined what you might look like naked but I never really thought you’d look like this.”
“You could have asked me to send you a photo,” I told her. “You’d have known then.”
“I was embarrassed to,” Kittykat said. Her fingers fluttered between my legs, spreading open my vulva. “What should I do now?”
“It’s better that I do it to you,” I said. “Then you can do the same to me. After all, I’m the experienced one here.”
“Um.” Kittykat slid up the bed and crawled up me, her hands fluttering over my belly and breasts. I raised myself off the bed so I could take my bra off. “You feel so good,” she said, looking down into my face. “So warm.”
She did, too. My hands slipped under her bra. Her nipples were large and stiff with excitement.
“Wait a second,” Kittykat said, rising. “Let me take this damned thing off.”
In the amber light of the bedroom, her body was like a sculpted statue of mahogany. The curve of her back, the hollow limned by the reflected light, arched gracefully down to her flared hips, which tapered down to her surprisingly elegant thighs. Her arms, fingers long and dextrous, unhooking the bra and flicking it away, clad now only in her pale pink knickers. Her bare breasts swung, drawing my eyes after them. She slid onto the bed, rubbing her stiff nipples up my torso as she lay beside me. Her hand touched my cleft, unsurely, and then moved away.
I pushed myself down the bed until my face was level with her breasts, and touched the tip of one nipple with my tongue. She shivered. “Oh. That feels…oh.”
I took the nipple in my mouth, gently sucking, and pushed her breasts together so I could move my mouth from one nipple to the other and back again. Her hands were on the back of my head, rhythmically pushing my mouth on to her breasts. I could feel her chest rise and fall with the increased pace of her excited breathing.
“Harder,” she murmured, pushing down on my head. “Suck harder”.
As I sucked on her erect nipples, lashing my tongue around the nubs of her areolas, I slipped one hand down the gentle swell of her belly to the soaked fabric of her knickers. Through the thin cloth I could feel the wet heat of her sex. I passed my fingers inside the waist of the underwear and down the groove of her cleft. Her labia parted before my fingers, and the soft moist tunnel of her vagina enfolded them. I pushed them in and out while I sucked on her nipples, but the little undergarment limited my movement. She arched her back.
“Please,” I thought I heard her murmur. “Come on, come on. Please.”
Trailing kisses down her belly, pausing briefly to dip my tongue into the dimple of her navel, I pushed myself down between her thighs. I could smell her sex now, a salty warm tang. It had been a while since I’d last been with a woman and I’d desperately missed that unique aroma. I kissed and nibbled the insides of her thighs, edging up towards the knickers. She bucked her hips.
“Get them off me,” she whispered.
Hooking my fingers on the waistband, I pulled them down. The fabric was so soaked with her juices that the cloth stuck briefly to her tissues. She sighed as they slid down her thighs and fell away from her body. Her pubic hair was a dark thick triangle between her spread legs.
As I parted her labia with my fingers, her clitoris sprang out at me, a nub like a little turret pushing out of the top of her cleft. When I touched it with the tip of my tongue she almost jumped. “God!”
“Relax,” I said, remembering that this was her first time with a woman. “Just relax and enjoy what I’m doing to you.” Her vagina was deep pink shading to purple, reminding me of a hibiscus flower, the tissues slick with her moisture. I put my fingertip at the tip of her clitoris and began moving it in semicircles. She sighed and laid her head back, her breasts rising and falling fast. Moisture dripped out of her vagina to form tiny drops on her labia.
“God,” she repeated. “Oh god.”
“It’s just the beginning.” I pointed and stiffened my tongue and began licking up and down her cleft, dipping into her vestibule and vagina to taste her salty juices before going back to her labia again. She clamped her thighs around my head and began to heave, her hips rising and falling in time to my licks.
It was time. She was almost at her orgasm, I could feel it. I put my tongue on the top of her cleft, flicking it side to side across her clitoris. With a cry, she came, shuddering all over as she bucked frantically, thrusting her vulva against my mouth, grinding her hips side to side. On and on her orgasm went, seeming to reduce in intensity only long enough to let us both catch a breath before it flared again. On and on, until we both lost all sense of time. Her vagina, my tongue, her thighs around my head, her soft cries, the drumming of her bare heels on my back, these were the only things in the world. And yet she came, again and again.
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