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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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