When Only Another Woman Can Satisfy

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Having been left high and wet when Mike left, the message from Claire reignited my arousal

When “Their Eyes Met Across the Courtyard”, Teresa was about to be drawn into a whole new world of sexual enjoyment.

I’ve never actually been an exhibitionist, but when I saw Claire fucking her guy, just like me, in the room opposite, then waved and gave me a ‘thumbs up’, I got a little more excited. After Mike finished early, pulled out and left leaving me totally unsatisfied, I received the text from Claire, inviting me over for some ‘satisfaction’. I was about to enter a whole new world of sexuality.

Now my colleague Claire worked in the cubicle across from me. I had always admired her dress sense, in fact I was sometimes jealous of how she showed off her curves in her flattering clothes. I never actually had any sexual feelings about her. In fact I had never thought of being with another woman in my entire life.

But tonight was different. Our ‘encounter’ across the courtyard had brought an unexpected tingle between my legs.

Without a second thought, virtually in a dream, I slipped on the hotel robe, popped the room key in my pocket and went out into the corridor. It was well after midnight and the hallway was deserted. I glided down to the link walk-way still in a dream-world daze, seeming to float along like an apparition. I turned into the south-wing hallway. As I raised my hand to knock on room 569, the door opened and Claire, still naked, reached her hand around my neck, pulled me into the room and planted a deep passionate kiss on me.

I was in an out-of-body experience. Looking back, I can’t recognise the person I had become in Claire’s room. The conservative, shy (except when tipsy) girl was gone. In one move, I slipped my robe off and had my arms around Claire, returning the Deep French Kiss.

Claire guided me to the bedroom, whilst we still kissed and groped each other. As we fell on the bed, Claire broke our kiss and said,

“Have you any idea how much I’ve lusted after you? You in your sweet ‘girl next door’ simple dresses and all the young guys hanging around you, leering over the partition. The curve of your neck and silken hair and the little flick you give when you innocently don’t even realise you are flirting. Oh My God! My panties get so wet just watching you that I sometimes have to go to The Ladies to ‘rub one out’.”

Claire throws a leg over mine and I can feel her wetness, so I do the same and we are rubbing our crotches against each other’s thighs. One of her hands is caressing the nape of my neck whilst her other caresses my breast. Her kisses work down my throat till they are suckling my other nipple.

A warm flush and tingle is spreading down my body. This is different from ‘normal’ sex I’ve had with guys.

Our fingers and hands are running up and down each other’s bodies, neck, shoulders, breasts, back, buttocks, thighs, legs. As Claire works her way down my legs, she swings her body round, eventually swinging a leg over my torso. As she sucks my toes then starts to lick and kiss up my legs, I reach out my hands to squeeze her butt.

As I spread her butt cheeks I am presented with a beautiful sight of a gaping wet vulva. OMG! I realise that I have never ever seen a woman’s ‘sex’, in the flesh so to speak. I’ve never even seen my own really except when I used a mirror the first time I shaved down there. I had heard girls at school say disparaging things about their ‘gash’, but WOW, this is beautiful.

As Claire has worked her way up my inner thighs, her legs are now astride my breasts and her love lips are only inches away. The beautiful musky scent of her sex reaches my nostrils. I stretch my arms around her legs so my fingers can reach and spread her petals. I pause, gawking, taking in this tantalizing view, every fleshy fold, the glistening moistness, the inviting hidden depths through the inner lips of her vag.

My reverie is broken as Claire wriggles her thighs up closer lifting them a little so that her clit is pushed up against my mouth. At the same time I feel her warm breath on my own sex then her tongue sliding across my slit. My body gives an instinctive shudder and lifts slightly to meet her exploring tongue.

I lick my lips as I realise I have been drooling a little. I respond to Claire’s invitation and extend my tongue to lick her clit. I find Claire’s ‘pearl’ swollen and pushing out of its hood — I have explored my own with a finger and mine always seemed very small and hidden. Claire wriggles her hips some more, working her clit against my tongue and mouth. I open my lips and kiss and tongue Claire a bit like a French Kiss. Claire’s body responds, ‘kissing’ me back.

Then I realise my own body has been responding similarly to Claire’s kissing of my own clit. OMG! Warm tingles run up and down my body.

Claire pushes her vulva further up my face till her clit is rubbing against my nose and my mouth spreads across her labia and tongue slides across her entrance. Instinctively, I slide my tongue in and her scent is enhanced with the taste of her sex and the cum of her recent fuck-buddy. I extend my tongue as far as I can and I can feel the rough spongy area of her G-spot. As I flick the tip of my tongue across it Claire responds with a wriggle.

Claire is doing the same to me and our arousals are building together. Our bodies are lifting and thrusting to maximise the stimulation.

Oh fuck. This is almost as good as the best sex I’ve had with a guy, despite not having a cock in my cunt, but different.

Claire seems to be more aroused than me and after some vigorous squirming around on my face she suddenly lifts off me and I receive a warm spray of squirt across my face and in my mouth.

My own arousal under Claire’s ministrations is reaching its peak and I suddenly break into an almighty whole body shaking orgasm. Claire continues kissing and licking me and in a minute we both come together again.

Our bodies are glowing with perspiration, our limbs are limp and we are almost breathless. Claire turns around and snuggles up beside me. My nipples tingle as our breasts crush against each other. Claire has an arm around me and her deep blue limpid pools of eyes look into mine. We kiss and share the taste of each others sex. Claire breaks for a moment and says, “Now that’s what I call Real Sex! Why can’t guys make love like this?”

Claire is full of surprises for this young neophyte. She swings a leg over spreading my legs, then half lying on me, works her sex against mine. OMFG! Can this get any better. Our vulva are rubbing against each other spreading our lips and ‘kissing’. Claire tweaks my nipples and I come again.

After several more orgasms together, we collapse in a perspiring, heaving heap and promptly fall asleep in each others arms.

The sun is streaming through the still open curtains when we finally wake. Claire is first to speak, “Dear sweet Teresa. You’ve just popped your bi-cherry. Too bad we have to check out. But I think we are going to have some ‘fan-gasmic’ times together in the coming weeks. Perhaps we can teach those boys a thing or two about Real Sex and pleasuring a woman!”

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This story was originally published by the author at "https://medium.com/tantalizing-tales/when-only-another-woman-can-satisfy-a94d92c0e1e1" on Mar.6 2023, in the Medium Publication "Tantalizing Tales".

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Cherry Lane Eternal Comfort Funerals

Miss Lane Has a Real Skill in ‘Comforting’ the Bereaved!

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M

iss Lane has a ‘thing’ about ‘stiffs’ and is rather kinky in running her family’s funeral home “Cherry Lane Eternal Comfort Funerals”. Now most people when thinking of funerals, think of an environment like the above cherub. But Cherry knew the secrets of so many old families of Lanesville. She saw the whole gamut of emotions at her services, from true grief over the loss of a loved one, to fake grief hiding hate and relief, to the secret grief of a distraught lover.

It was these later clients where Cherry found her niche in offering comfort and often in her own ‘niche’.

Kink in the Family

Her brother Richard also had a necrophilic kink. When the body of one of ‘the lads’ about town comes across his table, he takes special care in it’s preparation to give it a really good realistic stiff, so the ladies of Lanesville when viewing the corpse can enjoy the memories.

He also helped Cherry in fitting out her special ‘Eternal Comfort Chapel’ room behind the mortuary.

Dressed For Comfort

Now Cherry was very well built for ‘comfort’. Within the constraints of her formal business attire, her well endowed chest stretched her jacket buttons to almost breaking point. She only ever wore a sheer bra with no underwire so that there was a little flounce as she walked, which whilst alluring was just on the border of respectability. Her skirt was always rather shorter than ‘regulation’. Her sheer stockings (no plain grey leggings for Cherry) flattered the curves of her calves and drew one’s eyes up into the darkness of your imagination. She always wore very high heel pumps that further flattered her legs and ensured her beautiful plump butt twerked enticingly as she walked. Her hair was always swept up, showing off her milky white neck. Her plump lips were always ‘dressed’ in “Kissable” a voluptuous cherry red lip gloss.

The Arrangements Interview

When people first come for an enquiry or to make arrangements, this is when Cherry’s skill of reading body language, comes to the fore.

A classic case was that of Jeremy and Jillian. He was the husband of the deceased and she was a ‘cousin’.

Cherry vaguely remember Jeremy from school. Apparently she heard from her BFF, that one day Jeremy was late for junior school class. There was a new teacher, so his excuse was that he got lost ‘up Cherry Lane’. Cherry couldn’t be certain of the story, since there were a lot of boys in her year that got ‘lost up Cherry Lane’. Through middle and senior school, Jeremy had been a player back then — all the girls lusted after him.

One day, prim and proper Julie, the Preacher’s Kid, decided she wanted to ‘pop her cherry’ and Jeremy was all too willing. Unfortunately, she fell pregnant from that one time. Her father immediately took her out of school and forced Jeremy to marry her — the gossip was all over the school. But 7 months later, Julie miscarried. Despite his marriage, Jeremy apparently kept up his wayward ways.

Now 7 years later, Julie, apparently trying to keep Jeremy in the marriage, got pregnant again, but this time died in child-birth, thus the funeral.

Now Jillian was a couple of years younger than Cherry and Jeremy, but Cherry heard the gossip around school, how Jillian was caught snogging another girl in the gym change rooms.

In the arrangement meeting, Cherry immediately picked up on the little touches and caresses between Jeremy and Jillian, their words didn’t show real grief at the loss and their clothing was more flirtatious than mourning.

It was fairly obvious that they were really lovers, glad to be rid of the inconvenient wife.

Cherry sat them down on the settee. With potential ‘clients’ like these, Cherry removes her jacket for an informal look and undoes a couple of button on her blouse giving her ‘targets’ a good view of her ample cleavage. Pulling her own chair in closer, she discretely spreads her legs a little allowing her skirt to ride up her sheer stockings, just an inch from revealing her now wet black thong. Her knees are just touching their knees. In her silken voice, she offers comfort and compassion to the ‘bereaved’. As she offers her comfort, she leans forward, gently touching both their legs, as her blouse falls open further, giving Jeremy a better view. She thinks she detects movement in his trousers. Jillian leans over and places her hand on Cherry’s and with a twinkle in her eye, she responds “Thank you for your kind words of comfort”, with a knowing hint of a smile on her lips. Jillian places her other arm around Jeremy’s shoulder whilst she squeezes Cherry’s hand and her tongue seductively flicks across her own “Kissable” coated lips.

After 20 minutes of flirtatious comfort ‘counseling’ and discussion of funeral options, Cherry has Jeremy signing up for their super deluxe premium ‘Eternal Comfort’ service.

As he finishes, Cherry leans right over. Her hand ‘accidentally’ brushes across the tent she notices in his trousers, deftly running her fingers across his chest till she reaches up and cups his cheek and whispers “I‘m here for your eternal comfort”. Cherry presents Jeremy with his “CLEC Member” discreet key tag shaped like a heart. “For repeat customer’s discount” she whispers with a wink. He notices a phone number engraved on the back.

As they stand, Jeremy and Jillian, with a knowing glance at each other, wrap their arms around Cherry giving her a hug.

“Oh my fuck. Who’s seducing who here?” thinks Cherry.

She can already feel moistness pooling in her thong and her nipples are hardening against the satin of her sheer bra. Taking control again, Cherry pulls away from their group hug and suggests they move on to the Eternal Comfort Counselling Chapel.

The Eternal Comfort Counselling Chapel

Walking between Jeremy and Jillian, all three have their arms around each other’s waists, Cherry takes them through the display rooms of various coffins, past the door to the viewing room, and stops in front of the Counselling Chapel door. She unlocks the door and guides them in.

Cherry flicks a switch and dim mood lighting comes on and a barely detectable pheromone scent is released into the room. In immediate view, is a luxurious three-seater ‘love pew’ around a glass table on which stands flutes and a bottle of champagne. At the back there is a luxurious satin covered large round bed where ‘in depth’ worship takes place. On the bedside table the more observant may notice bowls of condoms, lube and ‘holy water’. But Jeremy and Jillian don’t notice and the both turn to Cherry groping and kissing.

Cherry turns to Jillian. As their breasts press into each other, she finds Jillian’s ‘jillies’ are unencumbered. Their lips seek each other out like homing missiles and their tongues are doing the tango. Jeremy presses in behind Cherry, pressing his hardening erection against her arse.

Cherry carefully guides the groping threesome toward the pew, kicking off her pumps and falling back onto the middle of the seat, spreading her legs. Jeremy is astride her right leg, dry humping his very hard erection which must be aching for release. His right hand has found her mound and is pulling at her thong. Cherry lifts her hips to allow him to slide it off her legs. At the same time, Jeremy’s left hand is groping Cherry’s blouse, popping buttons till he has a handful of her right tit.

Meanwhile, Jillian, on Cherry’s left, continues with very wet passionate deep kissing, groping Cherry’s left tit at the same time. Jillian has also thrown her left leg over Cherry’s rubbing up her own pussy. To Cherry’s surprise, she finds that Jillian had come to the interview commando. “I wonder what she was expecting?” thinks Cherry.

Jeremy climbs off, reaches under the table to retrieve a convenient ‘prayer cushion’ to kneel on, whilst he pushes Cherry’s skirt up to her waist, then falls forward to worship at her clitoral temple, swirling his tongue around her ‘cherry chapstick’, sucking and nibbling it to hardness. Jillian has finally got her blouse and bra undone and moves down to suckling Cherry’s pink buds atop her milky mounds.

Cherry, now with her mouth free, says breathlessly, “Perhaps we should move back there and get more comfortable”, indicating the waiting chapel’s ‘Alter of Love’ bed.

They all quickly stand and Cherry quickly unzips Jeremy and her eyes widen as she sees the size of her prize popping out. They hurriedly remove their last items of clothing. Cherry pushes Jeremy onto the centre of the bed, climbing over him offering her 'temple of love' to his waiting mouth and tongue. In this soixante neuf position, she leans forward to finally gets a look at and to savour his very nice, long hard offering.

At the same time, Jillian moves in to join Cherry. With a kiss of each other, they turn to minister to Jeremy’s rod, alternatively, licking, sucking him and kissing each other.

Jeremy and Cherry are both starting to moan and shudder with their rising arousal, but she doesn’t want him to cum just yet. Further, Jillian wants more. “Come on hun! I know you want to feel that big hunk of love meat in your pussy, don’t you? And I’m just dying to get a taste of your honey pot.” Jillian says to Cherry. Keeping Jeremy pinned down, they swing around his body till Jillian is sitting on his face.

Cherry slides her dripping wet cunt along Jermey’s hardness lying across his belly. She presses her vulva down on him, enjoying the friction on her clit of his veiny rod and her labia spread across and around his thickness. Her body shakes and twitches a little in pleasure. As she finally slides to the top of his glans it is placed enticingly at the entrance to her tunnel of love. With a little wriggle his tip just breaches the entrance. With a further wiggle she has him in her grasp. She wriggles back a little, lifting her hips slightly pulling his cock toward an upright position, then once positioned directly over him, she slides down on to her captive and starts to ride him.

Looking up, Cherry sees Jillian rocking and rolling on Jeremy’s face with an angelic smile on her face. Seeing Cherry, she leans forward so the two girls can get back to some deep, hot, wet french kissing.

With all three mouths otherwise occupied, there are no words spoken, but muffled moans are coming from all three. Bodies are shaking as orgasms are rising. The girls break their kiss, shouting almost in unison, "Oh fuck yes! Don't you dare stop!". They erupt into massive body shaking orgasms. Jerry's orgasm hits also as he thrust his hips up against Cherry as he gushes spumes of seed into her fertile cunt.

“Oh fuck, I needed that” says Jillian, “Me too” says Jeremy. “Glad I could be of comfort” retorts Cherry, “You are welcome to cum again any time!”.

Exhausted and covered in perspiration, they sit on the edge of the bed. Cherry fetches the glasses and champagne and they relax in communion together.

“There you are Julie” says Jeremy, lifting his glass to the door to the funeral parlour. “That’s what our marriage bed should have been like! Good bye and good riddens!”.

After they redress, Cherry guides them to the rear exit door. They notice a St Andrew cross on one wall and an open casket, silk and fur lined. There are also paddles and whips, presumably for the penitents. As Cherry opens the door to the rear car park, Jeremy notices a discrete door bell in the shape of a small heart with the initials “C.L.E.C” on it.

“I wonder what sort of after-hours chapel services Sister Lane conducts here?” wonders Jeremy.

PS. Whilst this piece of fiction may seem outlandish, it was inspired by a real life incident. During post coital pillow talk with one of my lovely Ladies Of Pleasure, she revealed that her ‘normal’ job was as a receptionist at a Funeral Directors. I quipped, “You have a thing about stiffs, do you?” to which we both had a chuckle.

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This story was originally published by the author at "https://medium.com/the-smut-mill/cherry-lane-eternal-comfort-funerals-7bcc0232caad" on Jan.13 2023, in the Medium Publication "The Smut Mill".

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From Griever to Hot-Widow

"Widow in a Veil"

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From Acceptance to Moving On With Intimacy

This is a slightly embellished telling of a recent real-life interaction. Names have been changed for the sake of the deceased and bereaved.

I first met Sami on a dating app. She is a mature widowed woman and me a septuagenarian. We got into lots of very sexy talking about what we would like to do with each other. It was her way of coming to terms with her needy feelings for intimacy, without actually committing to really doing it.

We got to the sensitive question of whether we would fuck ‘raw’, ie. uncovered. I explained that I normally played safe and it had been years since I had enjoyed the beautiful feeling of a naked pussy enveloping my cock. She returned that it had been two years since she had any sex at all with anyone, since her husband had died of cancer. She really wanted to have that intimate warmth again.

So our conversation moved out of the fantasy world, to the very real issue of grief after loss. Having done some counselling myself and experiencing a different sort of loss (a dead bedroom for 20 years because of my wife’s health issues), I was able to discuss the grieving process with her in depth.

Of the five stages of grief, the last is Acceptance. A big part of Acceptance, is coming to terms with ‘Moving On’. And the last and hardest part of Moving On after the loss of your loved one, is moving on with your intimate needs. Sami explained that it had been 2 years of ache. She had relied on her toys to satisfy herself, but she felt she was now ready for some real life hot man-meat. 

But she had this constant little guilty nagging in the back of her head of “What would Danny (my husband) think of me fucking another man?”.

Well we did finally get to meet in person. When she opened the door, it was like the flood gates opened. She flung her arms around my neck and was passionately kissing me as she dragged me inside. The silken robe that draped her body did nothing to cover her waiting nakedness underneath.

“I’m so glad you came” she weeped. “I want you so much. I need you”, she continued.

She pushed me back onto the lounge settee, spread her legs and sat on my lap. Her hands were rubbing all over my chest, starting to unbutton me. Her two years of aching waiting desire were unleashed. Her hands were all over me, running through my hair, pushing my shirt off my shoulders, whilst her passionate kissing plundered my mouth, sucked on ear lobes, kissing around my neck, every erogenous zone she could reach in this position.

I was just able to reach down and undo the flimsy cord around her waist and I pushed the loose robe aside so my hands could caress her beautiful breasts.

She leaned forward, pushing her orbs into my face. “Come on honey, suck on these babes. It has been so long. I’ve been touching and rubbing them every day for a year now. But I need a man’s hot mouth, NOW!!!”

As I relished licking and sucking around and across each breast in turn, my hands were on her arse and I slide the robe up off her hips so I could feel the warm smoothness of her buns, a good handful each.

With her arousal rising, she was now grinding her pussy against the growing hardness in my trousers. I think I even detected a small wet patch where her love juices were already flooding onto me. The heady scent of her sex filled the air. Our mutual desire was running red hot.

I couldn’t wait any longer. With my hands around her arse cheeks, I held her to me as I stood up. She instinctively put her legs around my waist and went back to deep passionate kissing — our tongues were now doing the Tongue Tango.

Without a word, she pointed toward the corridor and bedroom, so I carried her over the thresh-hold of her new sexually free life. Her grieving was now officially over.

I placed her on her feet and she immediately finished helping me strip. With a shrug of her shoulders her robe dropped off and she pushed me onto the bed on my back. She crawled over me until pussy was positioned right over my face, then she pushed down onto me grinding her clit against my nose and her love lips spread over mine, almost Deep French Kissing. This was all as she had described in her fantasy of what she wanted.

I could taste her arousal on our lips. But she was looking up, unable to look me in the eye, as if she still hadn’t quite come to terms with have sex with a new man.

Her arousal was reaching a plateau, when she suddenly turned around and lent down to take my semi-hard cock in her mouth. As she licked and sucked, round and round, up and down my man-hood, I could feel myself thickening and hardening and getting hotter and more sensitive under her ministrations.

Meanwhile, in my new position, I lifted her hips a little to give me good access to lick up and down her slit, sucking and twirling on her clit. As she came to her first orgasms, I said to her, “Can you hear Danny? He’s up there watching and cheering you on. Come on honey, you can do it, cum for me and Tom and for yourself. You are free now for your own pleasure!”.

Sami swung around planting a big kiss on me, saying, “Thank you Tom, for that message from Danny. It has really help me. I am ready now to go all the way. Please fuck me now. I need to feel you filling my cunt”. With smiling eyes, she looked deeply into mine. We had crossed the line.

With a wriggle of her hips, she had her labia spread across my hardness. She proceeded to slide up and down me stimulating her clit further against me. With her hands on me chest, she pushed herself up to maximise the pressure on her clit. I reached up and caressed her breasts, tweaking her engorged red nipples. 

Suddenly she went into another almighty convulsing orgasm and her torso lifted off me. Then as it subsided, she pushed back down on me and continued her wonderful pussy slide, faster and more vigorous grinding then before, until at the end of her stroke, my glans was court in the very opening of her love nest. With a further little twist, she slid right onto me. 

“Oh fuck yes! This is what I’ve been needing all these months. Cum with me darling!”.

So we fucked ourselves silly until she had another wild orgasm, a deep gripping vaginal orgasm this time. As her orgasms finally subsided, she collapsed on me, stilling hold her prize of my cock in her.

“God, I needed that. I’m well and truly fucked now”.

We rolled apart and cuddled back into each other kissing gently and lovingly.

I finally kneeled up and spread her legs. I bent in and proceeded to lick up her slit up to her clit, then across her clit in the sign of a cross. I explained to her, “This is the final message from Danny. God bless this cunt and all who fuck in her”.

“Oh you are a darling. You’re welcome to come back and fuck in her any time”.

As we slowly swung our legs around and started to get cleaned up, she said to me, “I would love to have you stay for dinner and give you round two for dessert. But I have to go and pick the kids up from basketball. I don’t think they are ready to meet Uncle Tom just yet”.

“Good bye my love. Thank you for helping me discover my new life as a Hot Widow! Do cum again and often”.