Robin, still breathing faster than normal: “Carol, I’m so sorry I didn’t bring you along with me. You really took me over the top and beyond. But now I feel selfish for leaving you behind.” With that she resumed massaging Carol’s ample breasts.
“Somehow a bathtub is just not so ideal for sex. Bryan and I stopped even trying because it seemed that one of us always gets left behind.”
“Don’t you two play in your big hot tub?”
“That we do and it is big enough for us to properly fuck in. But we don’t very often. Usually we get each other worked up while in the hot tub and then go to bed for real sex.”
“Speaking of sex in a bed, there’s our big king bed in the next room.”
The two women got out of the tub and helped each other dry off before going into the bedroom. Robin threw back the covers and both women tucked in beneath them and snuggled together, rubbing breasts and intertwining their legs so that their vulvas were in intense contact. Madly kissing, exchanging tongues, it was as if they were having intercourse with mouth and tongue, all the time their groins grinding and twisting and humping. Both were so worked up that they could speak only in panting whispers.
“Robin, I can feel your pussy with my pussy. Your beautiful red hair down there. And oh you’re really wet! Can you feel my pussy too?”
“And how could I not? Carol I want so much to make you come. If only I had a dick!”
“Don’t wish that Robin, I like your pussy too much.”
“Carol, there’s something I want to do.”
“And what might that be?”
Robin, panting heavily: “I want to go down on you.”
Carol, happily: “I can’t wait.”
Without hesitation, Robin threw back the blanket, sat up and turned to Carol’s crotch and kissed her pubic mound. Carol quickly responded by spreading her legs and elevating her knees to give Robin maximum access. Robin slid down towards the foot end of the bed and buried her head in Carol’s crotch. She began by licking Carol’s slit from top to bottom. Carol responded by trembling and moaning lightly. When Robin licked her clitoris with the tip of her tongue, Carol began writhing so furiously that Robin had to slow down and hold down Carol’s hips. Still holding down on Carol’s left hip with her right hand, Robin moved lower and stuck her tongue deep between Carol’s labia and at the same time massaged her clitoris with the tip of her left hand index finger. Carol was now in heaven, eyes closed, moaning softly, hips rocking ever so gently. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure for both women, Carol stiffened, thrust wildly against Robin’s face and let out what could only be likened to moaning barks. Only after feeling the warm liquid on her chin did Robin slow down and gradually decrease her licking and fingering.
Afterwards the two women lay on their sides facing each other, embracing and kissing. No question, their friendship had taken on a new dimension, one could even say it was now more a relationship than a friendship.
This time Robin was the first to break the silent reverie: “Wow, I never dreamed I’d ever do that. How do you feel.”
“Very relieved and relaxed. Like there’s a light warm glow over my whole body. That was a first for me too.”
“Doesn’t Bryan go down on you too?”
“Oh yes, but not that often. It’s good with him, but somehow your tongue just seems to move to the right spot at the right time. Actually, I don’t think Bryan’s all that big on oral sex.”
Robin, laughing: “Bryan’s certainly big on genital sex, big in more than one way.”
“You’re really fascinated with Bryan’s big penis!”
“Guilty as charged! But Carol, I’m really curious about something. Did Bryan’s size surprise or shock you the first time? Or did you have really big ones before. I mean the first time I saw Ted’s penis, well I noticed that he was smaller than what I’d had before, but my pussy was so agitated, nothing would have mattered and it didn’t. But again, I’m really curious when you saw Bryan’s penis that first time? Didn’t you wonder if it would go in or not?”
“I didn’t wonder either way. Gee I’ve never told anyone this. To really tell you, I have to tell you about the day we met.”
“Oh Carol, please do!”
“Look I think I told you that Bryan and I met while bicycling. See, I had just started teaching in Novato and a bunch of us, teachers, had a bike ride together from Novato to the Cheese Factory. Well we got to the Cheese Factory, sat down outside at one of those big long picnic tables and ordered. After a little while, somebody noticed that this one older teacher, Linda, wasn’t with us. So we decide to wait a little longer. Then we saw two bikes coming. It was Linda and a younger man, good looking, athletic, obviously a guy who was a lot more into serious bicycling than we were.”
“Bryan?”
“Pretty obvious, but yeah. It turned out that Linda’s bike had blown a tire and there she had been, all forlorn without a spare or patch kit or pump. Then she sees a bike roaring down that big grade towards her, you know on the Petaluma — Point Reyes Road. The rider, a guy, goes by and then comes to a screeching halt maybe a hundred feet past her. Skipping all the details, which of course Linda told me later on, he patched the tube and put her bike back together. So the two show up together and Linda can’t say enough good things about her hero, Bryan. She insists on inviting him for wine and cheese and naturally he has to sit next to her.”
“So he was between the two of you?”
“Nope, he was across from me and 3 or 4 people away. There were at least twenty or so of us — men, women, older ones, younger ones. Just like the rest of the young woman teachers in our twenties, my heart was thumping and wishing it had been my bike that crapped out back up the grade. He looked up and down the table and said a general hello and something or other funny. I gave him my flirtiest smile but didn’t see any response. Afterwards I just couldn’t help looking his way and every time I caught him looking at me. All the while Linda is gushing with praise for her young hero.”
“Carol, this is getting exciting!”
“It turned out that he had ridden all the way from where he lived in San Rafael and had further to go back than we did so he got up to leave before too long. Being such a gracious and polite guy, he walked around the table and shook everybody’s hand before he left. Talk about a bunch of disappointed young women as we watched him head up the grade towards Nicasio. You know, it’s really the shits when you meet Mr. Right and he doesn’t even have your phone number. I was really pretty downcast during the ride back to Novato.”
“So what did he do, look you up through the school?”
“That’s what I was first hoping for but then how could that have worked? Bryan couldn’t very well call every school in Novato and ask for the young woman teacher with dark brown hair and nice tits, could he? So I went home feeling completely rotten. Back at my apartment, first thing in the door, I threw down my bike bag on the coffee table, got a glass of wine and flopped on the couch. Suddenly, I wondered if I’d left my sun glasses lay at the Cheese Factory so I looked in my bike bag and there was a Marin County business card with Bryan’s name, title, position and stuff. You know back then he worked for Marin County Public Works. I thought ‘What the hell, am I supposed to call him at work?’ Then I turned the card over and there scribbled on the back was ‘Bryan” and an apartment address in San Rafael. Then I remembered that before walking around the table and shaking hands, he’d gone to his bike and fiddled with something.”
“So you called him?”
“Except there was no home phone number on the card and he wasn’t in the phone book. Oh it’s so embarrassing to tell you this! You’re going to think I must have been a real slut! I couldn’t wait for Monday to call him at his office so right then and there I decided to drive down and knock on his door.”
“Carol, you were really gutsy even then! But go on! Oh this is so cool!”
“Just wait, the story gets better. So I showered and dressed in record time and drove down to San Rafael. Parked outside his building, my heart was pounding. What if he was married? What if he was living with someone? But then why give me his address? What’s going to happen when he opens the door? Then I did something you won’t believe.”
“This is so exciting. What?”
“I was wearing a dress, actually I still have it. It’s light green, mid-length sleeves, cut low enough to show the tops of my breasts and stops just above my knees. Anyway, sitting there in my car, something got into me. I can’t really explain it. Something made me pull up my dress and take off my panties!”
“Jesus Christ, Carol, were you that hot between your legs?”
“I was pretty excited down there, yeah, but that wasn’t the issue. To me it was a now-or-never thing. If he grabbed my ass and felt I didn’t have panties on, he’d take the hint and we would fuck. If he wasn’t hot for me, he wouldn’t grab my ass and he’d never know. So anyway, with my heart beating a mile a minute, I find his apartment and knock. The door opens and there stands Bryan wearing a grey sweat pants and no shirt. He beckons me in and we embrace and kiss.”
“And nothing was said?”
“After a bit, he said he was really glad I’d found his note and that I had come. I asked him if he’d given a note to all the other girls and he says, oh, I’ll never forget it Robin, he says: ‘I saw only one girl at the table, she had dark brown hair and green eyes and she was looking at me every time I looked her way.’ I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and drove my lips into his. My rear end sort of slid down so I could feel his erection against my pussy and he must have realized just what was what, because he lifted up the back of my dress and felt my bare ass. I was so worked up I didn’t even realize that he’d pulled down his sweat pants until I felt the head of his penis in my labia and his hips were rocking.”
report “So your first fuck was standing up?”
“Not exactly. Then he told me that something so special had to be just right so without putting me down, he takes off my dress and bra and walks me to the bedroom. Keep in mind all the time his penis is still in me or against me. We just flopped on the bed and he went right on in – all the way, just like that, the first time. I was so wet and worked up, I never even noticed whether he hit my cervix or not. My whole crotch was tingling. We fucked like mad, in fact it was so wild the woman in the apartment below hammered on her ceiling. I came right after I felt him squirt into me and then I blacked out. When I came to, he was still lying on me and I could feel his soft penis still inside me. We whispered all sorts of stuff to each other and kissed, no not really kissed more like fucked each others mouths with our tongues.
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