More Caroline
This blog is late in coming. A male trait I believe! But I didn’t think you’d want to miss the details of what happened after my chat with…
This blog is late in coming. A male trait I believe! But I didn’t think you’d want to miss the details of what happened after my chat with Caroline so here it is.
Hopefully, you will remember I left it with her groping my tit again. It had been a weird first encounter. She was now largely naked and although I’d given her a memorable orgasm, I was still fully dressed.
I recall in my early days of fun with women, undressing my partner was a novelty and so horny, so I suggested it to Caroline.
She pulled back slightly and looked at me intently. “I’m not sure. Seems weird.”
I took her hand and pushed it up my skirt onto my knickers. “Don’t you fancy ripping those off and feeling what’s underneath?”
The conversation about Simon and Mary had given her adrenaline time to subside and I worried although she’d been enthusiastic after her climax, that she was now having second thoughts.
Her hand tentatively moved over my knickers and I shifted position slightly to encourage her. I also bent my head to suck her nipple. The combination seemed to work and her hand moved to the side of my knickers and found its way in.
“My, you’re wet!”
“That’s what having sex with a desirable woman does,” I replied, trying to make it lighthearted and sexy at the same time. “You weren’t exactly a desert yourself.”
“I was until you worked on me. You’ve done this yourself.”
“Hardly. Groping and fingering you was a huge turn on.”
That seemed to trigger her. She leant forward and our lips reintroduced themselves. I kept kneading her tit while her fingers started frigging me.
“Can I kiss you down there?” she asked as we broke for air.
“Of course. Take my skirt and knickers off.” There was no hesitation now. She found the zip of my skirt and pulled it down as I lifted my bum so she could tug it clear. The knickers quickly followed and I spread my legs for her.
Her head went down, her tongue touched me, but she seemed unsure so I helped. I pulled my lips apart. Made my clit available to her. Wrapped my legs around her neck. Pulled her head in tight. She took the hint. My clit soaked up the attention while I soaked her. Her tongue! Now, not tentative. Forceful. Vigorous. Probing. A glorious sensation. It may have been her first lesbian encounter but she knew what she enjoyed and she correctly assumed it applied to me too.
I was happy to repay her attention and released my legs but she was content to continue. Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. I wasn’t about to complain! Soon, all too soon, I was climaxing. A shuddering orgasm that must have left her in no doubt I’d enjoyed her ministrations.
She came up for air and we kissed. Full and open mouthed. She’d transformed from her shy initial self to a full blown lesbian whore so easily. I went to repay her but she stopped me. “Not yet. Let me absorb what I’ve done. You’re not in a hurry are you?”
I thought of the late night cup of cocoa waiting at home. “No. Not at all.”
We lay back and relaxed.
“I’ve watched videos of women doing that and wondered what it would be like but somehow didn’t think real everyday women did it.”
“I was much the same but you’d be surprised how many of us there are. People you might not expect.” I was tempted to tell her one of them was Mary, but I’d promised not to although I suspected it wouldn’t be long before we were all sharing a bed!
“I’m going to feel a terrible letdown going home. I don’t suppose you know any women near Winchester do you?”
“None,” I replied, “but I’m sure if you made it known on social media you were looking, you’d find some.”
“Right. I can just see my post on my local quilting group’s Facebook page ‘Anyone fancy a quick shag?’ I laughed, but her remark made me open up to her and I told her about my Twitter account and the experiences it was providing.
“You post sexy photo’s on there?” her tone was incredulous.
“Yes, turns the guys on no end.”
“I’m sure it does, but I thought you were anti-men?”
I explained what I got out of it. The turn-on knowing men were salivating over my body.
“Mm. Think they’d salivate over mine?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, there’s something for me to think about. Your turn.” She took my hand and placed it back on her hairy mound. I dropped my head there, I wanted to drink more from her.
“You might need to shave,” I said, “it seems most men prefer bald women.”
“I trust you’re referring to my nether regions. I’d not mind that, but don’t fancy walking around bald headed.”
“I am,” I said as I extracted a couple of hairs out of my mouth. she saw me do it and laughed. “Right. I can see why.”
I had no difficulty in making her wet this time! Her orgasm, when it came, was not so earth shattering as her first but her body convulsions seemed to go on and on. I’d moved back to watch when it started and Caroline quickly replaced my tongue with her fingers to complete the task. Watching her finger herself at close quarters did nothing to calm me down.
Again we lay side by side in silence. Eventually, she spoke.
“Are you busy tomorrow?”
“No, not particularly, why?”
“I’d like to see you again before I go?”
“I don’t see why not. Do you want to come to my house?”
“That would be nice. I’m in a whirl at the mo. So much going on in my head. I need to sort things out. Questions to ask. That okay?”
“Fine, what time?”
We fixed mid-afternoon. She said she’d be fed up with the christening by then.
I wondered what her questions were. No doubt I’d find out soon enough.
