Gray morning

I let her pull me down to the floor by the hand; I let her guide me to a position just in front of her, and I sit, mindful that I'm wearing a skirt, almost as if my mother were telling me "Sit like a lady." Wondering if my mother ever wore panties like this that make "sit like a lady" at once a joke as well as a greater necessity.

This woman in front of me is beautiful. Her sweater is just loose enough to make one unsure of the size of her breasts, but tight and sheer enough that each time she moves another point or curve is accentuated.

Her jeans accentuate the curve of her hips, and the seam between her thighs seems to be ever so slightly deeper within the puffy rises on either side. She sits cross-legged, leaning over a bit to me and I see that she, too, is wearing no bra.

She sees me looking and holds her pose a second longer, letting me know that she saw my notice.

The stiff front of my blouse is uncomfortable against my hardening nipples, and I shift imperceptibly to allow space between blouse and skin. Again, she lets me know that she has noticed, and that she knows.

Yes, she knows.

I think she knows more about what is going on in my mind than I do at the moment.

She also knows what is going on outside my mind.

My heart beating faster, more insistently.

My nipples hardening, uncomfortable against the blouse but seeking more discomfort, more contact.

The electricity between nipples and belly, the need to shift my seat as flesh softens, puffs, moistens of its own accord.

She knows that the edges of the panties, the inner edges of the crotchless portion, are making themselves known now. They are no longer forgotten as a ring on a finger, but noticeable as if one has just changed the ring to a different finger. The lace is no longer soft in comparison to the skin as the skin softens, moistens. She knows that at the outer edges, the elastic fits no longer as it did five minutes ago. Just five minutes ago as I pulled them up as I stood up from the toilet. Again I shift my seat, and again she notices. She knows.

She knows, and I realize that her knowledge comes from her being also a woman. These are uncharted waters. For me, at least.

How does one make love to someone who knows one's mysteries? How is one loved by such a one?
 
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Sue

Leaning slightly forward, Sue takes her right hand and very gently runs it down Jinny's forhead, between her eyes, down her forehead, and then over her lips. Tracing the outer edge of her lips, Sue leans forward, and lightly places her lips against Jinny's. Very lightly, an almost chaste kiss, were it not for the electricity that was beginning to bounce between the two of them. Sitting back slightly, Sue looked directly into Jinny's eyes, seeing the pupils dialated feeling her breath coming in small gasps.

Jinny, I understand that you are new to this, and that it is frightening. We can take this at your pace. You don't know me, and I don't know you, so it isn't really a matter of trust, but I feel like you are willing to explore. Do you want to see where this will take us?
 
Her touch trailed sparks of electricity, comfortable, energizing sparks that burned more deeply, lit sparks elsewhere. The kiss, so soft, so loving.

Barely breathing the words,


"Yes. I don't think I could go back now. But I don't know where it's going."

"Please, take me where you wish."

I'd heard the words "Heart beating like a bird's" a thousand times. Now I knew truly how that felt.
 
Sue

Cupping Jinny's cheek with her hand, Sue shifts so that she is kneeling in front of her, and pulling her up on her knees Sue wraps her arms around Jinny, holding her, hugging her, feeling her, sensing a relaxation beginning to happen. Releasing her, Sue leans back and pulls the sweater over her head, feeling the cool air caressing her skin, her nipples already hardened with anticipation. Reaching out, Sue began to unbutton the blouse that Jinny wore, slipping it over her shoulders, and again leaning forward to gently hold her close again.

Sitting back and looking at Jinny, Sue smiled into her eyes.


You can touch me if you like, I promise that you aren't going to hurt me. I don't break.

Reaching out, Susan caresses Jinny's breast, feeling the flesh become firm under her fingers.
 
Her arms around me are like a mother's, but unlike. Soft, enveloping, loving but ... insistent ... promising ... tantalizing ... reassuring...

My backbone becomes as jelly and I relax into her, molding my body onto hers, finding it fit ... but differently ... from anyone I'd ever held before. Not a hug so much as ... I don't know, and just relax into the sensation...

As she removes her sweater, her breasts bounce a bit, but are high, firm...her nipples stand out. My attention is directed to the tiny brown buds that surround her areola, the little islands that I had seen on my body but never seen on another's.

She reaches over to me and I shrink, imperceptibly, but find that my last border has been crossed and I move beneath her hands, helping her unbutton my blouse simply by positioning myself so that she needn't fumble. As she lifts my blouse over my head, I feel rocket bursts of irritation in my nipples -- sweet, wonderful irritation -- and I find myself wondering if she thinks my breasts are beautiful. Wondering if I'm good enough for her.

Her hands on my breasts are unlike any other's. I begin to know now what it means to be touched, to be loved, by someone whose sensations mirror mine.

At her invitation, I touch her and find her softness, her firmness, and desire floods through me at the sound of her sigh as I roll her nipple gently under my thumb.

I look into her eyes, asking her if I may and she answers by arching her back a bit, presenting her breast to my mouth. As I brush her nipple with my lips, she moans and desire again surges even more insistently through my body.

She pulls back, gently, touching her fingers to my lips and raises my head. My back arches in response and as she takes me in her mouth, my knees buckle and I pull her down onto me on the floor.

Her mouth at my breasts, I'm aware of her breasts brushing my belly, almost as if they were hands exploring lightly there.

My legs spread and hips rise, scooching down a bit so that the kneelength skirt no longer constrains me, but she has withdrawn a bit, back on her knees, straightening.

Then a smile, almost a grin, breaks out on her face, an almost mocking, but not uncomfortable, smile as she says


"Oh, my dear. I have a pair of panties in my drawer just like that! Do you have any more surprises for me?"
 
OOC:

Not sure why, but the prior post was "unregistered."

It was mine. :)
 
Sue

At the look of disbelief on Jinny's face, Sue chuckled again.

I can show them to you if you would like...well, maybe some other time.

Reaching down and flicking the band at the waist of the outrageous, sexy little panties, Sue then swoops down and sucks Jinny's nipple more fully into her mouth, sucking hard on the tight little nipple, rolling it onto the top of her mouth with her toungu, enjoying the way Jinny's back arched into the sensations, and her sudden, startled gasp.

Maneuvering Jinny so that they could stretch out on the floor, Sue throws a leg over Jinny's legs, sliding it between her legs so that they were tangled together, the slippery, incredibly sensitive nubs of nerve endings coming into sudden and incredible contact with their respective legs.

Pulling Jinny into her arms, she kissed her passionately on the mouth, again feeling tension beginning to melt out of Jinny.


You are an incredibly beautiful woman, Jinny, do you know that?
 
"I don't know about that, but I like to hear it. Thank you."

As she held me, the last vestige of reluctance, of holding back, melted from me. I pulled gently away from her embrace, untangled and sat back. Energized, relaxed, on edge and comfortable, all at once.


"There's something I've dreamed of ... I've always enjoyed the sensuality of a bath, but ... the thought of a bubble bath with a woman ...
 
Watching Jinny as she sits up, so graceful, so much more at ease, Sue smiles softly. Listening to Jinny's words, visions begin to swirl in her mind, visions of bubbles caressing skin, steam clouding the room, candle light, perfumed air...

That, Jinny, is such a delicious fantasy, I think I would love to indulge in it as much as you.

Pulling herself into a sitting position, Sue shifts so that she is sitting on her knees, leaning forward to give Jinny a long, soft kiss, running the tip of her tongue just along the outside edge of Jinny's lips.

What do you say we move this into that room?

Holding Jinny's hand, Sue stands up, pulling Jinny with her. Leading her down the hall, she stops at a linen closet to gather an armful of fluffy white towels before continuing into the bathroom. She places the stack of towels on the floor next to the bathtub, and then turns to inspect an array of bottles on a shelf next to the bath tub. Sue turns to look at Jinny, and then, smiling, chooses one of the bottles, and as she starts the water running into the bathtub, she pours a generous amount of bubble bath into the water. Steam and perfume begin to swirl into the room, the scent of violets, soft and soothing, filling the room.

Sue then turns to pick up a lighter and begins to light votive candles around the room. While it isn't dark, the candles instantly begin to affect the atmosphere within the room, turning it from a utilitarian room of necessity into an enchanted chamber filled with the promise of seduction. Turning to test the heat of the water, Sue smiles, and turns the water off. Turning, she smiles to Jinny.

Your fantasy awaits, my sweet.
 
Looking around at the room, it's as if Sue knew exactly the picture I'd always had in my mind of the "bath of my dreams." I'd tried to set up an atmosphere like that for myself, but the simple fact that I was alone left things flat. It wasn't the environment any of my male lovers would have ever appreciated, either, I think. Or at least not appreciated as greatly as Sue seemed to.

I slipped out of my panties and we both got another laugh at whatever impulse it had been on my part to wear those ... on this day of days.

Sue unfastened my skirt ... almost a ritual, a rite of passage that left me feeling more comfortable with her, more excited and tingling with what was to come ...

She began to unfasten her jeans and ...



"Please. May I?"

She smiled at me as I knelt before her and began to fumble for the zipper and realized then that this was my opportunity to do this as I had always wished a lover would do for me. Slowly, teasing.

I traced the line of the zipper with my thumb. Then again. The second time, my thumb dipped a little lower than the zipper tab and Sue gasped. Her hands found my shoulders as if to steady herself and the third time I traced the zipper, dipping a little lower onto her mound, her grip became almost painful.

With the backs of the fingers of my hand, I brushed over her mound lightly, as if whisking away a bit of lint, and then brushed again, a bit more slowly, a bit more heavily.

As the back of my fingers found the seam of her jeans, the seam now that seemed almost the bottom path in a ravine, a mirror of what lay beneath, Sue's breath caught and her legs moved apart ever so slightly.
 
Jinny's playing was sweet torment. Waves of passion were beginning to build within me. With my first gasp of enjoyment, my mind seemed to scream to me, it has been too long! Why have you waited so long to find another woman to share your time with? As my excitement grew, I realized that my fingers were digging into Jinny's shoulders, and tried to relax my grip just a bit.

Oh, Jinny, are you sure you haven't done this before?

Gasping again as her fingers played over my increasingly sensitive flesh, teasing and toying me through the denim of my pants, making me achingly aware of the feel of them on my skin. My reactions were at war with themselves, part of me wishing that the pants were gone, part of me enjoying the tantalizing torture of the tease. Parting my legs slightly, I give her the freedom to play as she would, lost in the swirl of passion that is beginning to surround the two of us.
 
Time for a bath.

I caught the zipper on Sue's jeans, and tugged it down ever so slowly, stopping every few teeth of the zipper, noticing that Sue's head was back and her hips moving ever so slightly, legs spreading almost imperceptibly, reacting to sensations only she could know.

As I unbuttoned her fly, again she clenched my shoulders and relaxed. Tugging down her jeans, she stepped out of them with my help, maintaining her contact with my shoulders.

Only her panties remained, and as I teased them down, the resistance to my pull from the damp area between her legs gave me evidence that Sue was enjoying this as much as I.

As I stood and looked at Sue's beautiful body, I again grew a bit shy.



"Sue...you're ... beautiful..."
 
Sue

Moving one hand from Jinny's shoulder, Sue ran a knuckle gently down the side of Jinny's face, reacing behind her neck to pull her gently forward, giving her another soft kiss.

You are a kind person, Jinny.

Taking her by the hand, Sue leads Jinny to the bath, indicating that she wishes for Jinny to enter first. Once she has reclined comfortably, Sue reaches over and grabs an oversized sea sponge, and steps carefully into the bath tub, kneeling in front of Jinny, feeling the soft bubbles beginning to caress her body. The hot water is a shock at first, but begins to ease into her muscles. Sighing, Sue pushes the sponge into the water, squeezing it to saturate it thoroughly. Lifting it from the water, she drags it over Jinny's skin. Leaning forward, Sue licks the drops of water off Jinny's tightening nipples, sucking one of them into her mouth, twirling the nipple over her tongue.

You have the most incredible skin, Jinny. It feels like sand washed silk. Simply incredible.

Reaching under the water, Sue finds Jinny's hand, and brings it up out of the water. Rinsing the bubbles off her hand with the sponge, Sue brings Jinny's hand to her lips, caressing each finger with her lips, tongue, and teeth, closing her eyes and moaning softly as the finger nails scrape the inside of her mouth.

Feeling Jinny shift in the water, Sue opens her eyes to find Jinny sitting in front of her, hand reaching tentatively for the sponge. Smiling, Sue hands it to her. Then she leans forward, pressing another long kiss onto Jinny's mouth, teeth nibbling her lips until she opens her mouth. Deepening the kiss, Sue traces her wet hands down both sides of Jinny's face, feeling her own heart beat beginning to increase.
 
I've never been kissed so gently, so deeply. A kiss like this could allow one's self to be completely lost within the kiss, almost forgetting the rest of one's body, the urgency of the moment.

This is how I've always tried to kiss someone, but each time it seemed that my need for the kiss was less than my partner's need to move from the kiss.

As Sue's hands cup my face, I realize that her hands are the perfect complement to the connection. It's as if Sue knew exactly what I want, what I need.

At this point, I realize that maybe the best thing I can do is to mirror Sue's actions. She seems to know what I need, what I desire. Maybe they are her own desires, needs.

I put my hands up to Sue's face, bringing with them a bit of the bath foam. As I cradle her cheeks, I marvel at their softness, at the downy hairs that are so different from a man's.

As Sue's hands begin to explore my neck, I, too, follow with my hands on her body.

Now we begin to follow as well as anticipate each other's moves. My need builds, and I sense that hers does, also. Each of our right hands, as if in tandem, move lower onto each other's bellies while our left hands explore each other's breasts.

I tweak a nipple at the same moment that my nipple is tweaked. Her knuckles brush gently just between my navel and mound as my fingernails trail across her lower belly.

Our left hands pull ourselves closer in a hug while our right hands turn over and cup each other.

The sensation of cupping another, my hand turned away from my body rather than over my body were I touching myself, seems foreign, different and I find Sue's vulva foreign, different from mine as well. Foreign, different, but more alike than separate. I can sense larger, more puffy lips with a deeper cleft than mine but inner lips that are almost the same. Home. Her hips rock backward and her knees draw up around me as my hips rock backward to allow her easier access to me as well. My legs are within hers, and I find the constraint of space both frustrating and exciting. My inclination is to open my legs as wide as possible, but her legs outside mine force me rather to squirm, to move, in such a way that I can afford Sue access within the bounds of the situations.

Two threads are running in my mind, two needs are driving my body, both as insistent as the other. To please, and to be pleased. To pleasure and be pleasured.

Realizing that only through pleasuring can my pleasure be complete.
 
With the silky, soapy water caressing us, sloshing gently between the two of them, they begin to explore each other with touch, gently teasing and caressing the delicate tissues so often brutally plundered by the rougher sex. Deftly, Sue's fingers searched, finding the most sensitive spots, knowing from exploring her own body for so long just where to prod, what tempo to use with the delicate little circling caresses with her finger tips.

As the sensations begin to flood over her, logic deserts her, and she begins to react purely through instinct, fingers rapidly flying over Jinny's swelling flesh, moving against Jinny's hand herself in an increasingly frenzied fashion. A tightly coiled band of sensations begins to uncoil in her belly, moving up and down her body, causing her feat to begin to tingle and her breasts begin to swell and ache with longing. With a shudder, it crashes over her, leaving her shaken, and yet more sharply aware of everything around her. Gasping, panting, becoming just slightly light-headed, Sue's eyes flash open, seeing that Jinny is as overcome as she is, eyes glazed with passion, lips swollen, inviting a kiss. Leaning forward again, and with slightly trembling lips, Sue kisses Jinny again.


I don't think I have ever experienced anything quite that intense with someone I have known only a few hours.

Smiling, Sue pulls Jinny into another hug, enjoying the feel of the erect nipples pressing into her own breasts, holding her tight, as much to gain comfort as to give it.
 
My release came not while Sue's hands found places in me that I had longed for someone to find my entire life. It came when she wrapped both of her arms around me in a hug, and I wrapped them around her, and our bodies touched all along our length.

My legs were inside hers, and as the waves of the orgasm took over my volition, as my hips involuntarily bucked forward, I found that I was teetering, balanced on just my backside.

Falling backward, I pulled Sue onto me and lay back in the tub, our mounds pressed against each other, in each other's arms, in each other's legs...almost as if we were within each other's bodies. I could feel faint shivers from Sue, echoes of her own orgasm, that inflamed and lent urgency to two or three more waves of mine as I came back from the brink.

Two desires only ruled my consciousness. The desire to hold her and the desire to be out of my body, experiencing everything that was happening, noting it, and somehow saving it for future reference.
 
Feeling Jinny pulling Sue on top of her, Sue can feel the neatly shaved patch of hair rub against her already inflamed flesh, as a fresh wave of sensation washes over her. Moaning softly, Sue softly rubs herself across the hair, leaning down to kiss the spot of flesh on Jinny's neck just where her shoulder and neck meet, which is just above the water. Sue's chin dips into the water, so that it drips just a little as she looks up, and into Jinny's eyes.

I must say that I do appreciate your fantasies. *smile*
 
Katrina

I was in town for the weekend and decided to pay a visit to a past lover, I recalled Sue fondly, she had been more than my lover she had been my favorite sub. The weather was a touch chill and I was driving through thick fog. I hoped she would be as happy to see me as I was going to be to see her....


(leaving it open for when you want me to enter)
 
Smiling and standing up, Sue push down the lever to allow the water to drain from the bath tub, leaving the candles for now. Picking up a towel, Sue holds out her hand for Jinny, helping her to stand and then handing her a soft towel to dry off.

If you would like, we could go into the bedroom and see if we could maybe find a softer place, see what comes to mind.

Smiling, she lead the way out of the bathroom, going down the hall to a closed door. Looking over her shoulder, she sees that Jinny has wrapped the towel around herself while she herself had merely been dragging it behind her on the hardwood hall floor. Lifting it up and throwing it over her shoulder, she laughed at herself.

Neatness has never been one of my strong points. I have overcome most of my bad habits through discipline, but there are still a few I just can't seem to shake.

Opening the door to the bedroom, she walks through to a room of plush elegance, from the deep, midnight blue carpet to the cherrywood four poster king sized bed covered with a burgundy duvet. There was what looked like an old sea chest at the foot of the bed, and as she walked past it, Sue caressed the top of it. Turning to cast another look at Jinny, she looked as if she were speculating about something, and then shook her head.

Maybe later. Tell me, Jinny, do you prefer candles, electric light, or darkness? I am somewhat partial to candles myself. Quite fond of candles, actually.

Smiling, she looks at Jinny, raising one eyebrow in inquiry.

Or for the time being would you prefer that I be in control of things?
 
"Ah...candles..."

"And ... this is your fantasy...lead the way..."

In a whisper. "Please."

I wonder what she has in the chest. No, I'm not wondering. I'm hoping.

Sue in control. That sounds like heaven. I'm realizing just how much I'm relaxed with her. Any other time I've been with a lover, I've never trusted him to the point of leaving everything to him. Oh, I think they all thought they were calling the shots, but I had to always be so careful of letting go.
 
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Well, Jinny, if that is the case, then what I would like for you to do is go and lie down on the bed. Relax, and make yourself comfortable. I am going to light some candles.

Retrieving a lighter from the night stand, Sue walks around the room, lighting candles on tables and in stands as she goes. Soon the room is filled with a rich, soft, golden glow. The last candle she lights is a tall piller on the far side, away from the bed, of the night stand. Putting the lighter away, Sue joins Jinny on the bed, moving the pillows to the floor next to the bed as she does so.

Those will just get in the way, as will this.

Smiling, Sue unwraps Jinny from the towel, folding it and tossing it onto a chair not far away.

Now lets see if we can get you to relax just a bit more.

Leaning over Jinny, Sue gives her a kiss on the mouth, and then instructs her to just stay put and enjoy. Moving down to the foot of the bed, Sue begins by caressing Jinny's ankles and feet, first one, and then the other. Then, kneeling at her feet so as to give her better access, Sue runs her hands up Jinny's legs, stopping to lean down and kiss behind her knees as she lifts them slightly, then placing them softly back down on the bed. Moving up, Sue caresses Jinny's thighs, just to the point where they almost reach her more intimate areas, but stopping just short. She feels Jinny squirming slightly, willing her to continue on, but she moves her hands to the outer thighs, caressing them as well before moving on to her hips.

Sue then moves on to caress Jinny's stomach, bending down to lovingly kiss her navel, caressing it with her tongue, nipping with her teeth at the soft skin there. When she has left Jinny gasping at the sensations that creates, Sue moves on, running her fingers along Jinny's rib cage and along the outside curve of her breast. Unable to resist, Sue gathers Jinnys breasts into her hands, enjoying the weight and texture of them in her hands. She avoids touching her nipples, though, and in good time, releases them to run her hands along Jinny's arms, first one and then the other, raising them above her head to rest there quietly. Sue then takes her hands and caresses Jinny's face, cupping her cheek bones before leaning down to kiss her eyebrows, her cheek bones, the bridge of her nose, and then her chin before leaning back, looking down at Jinny.


So, have I managed to relax you a bit more?
 
Lying back ... thinking back ...

How many times had I wished that a lover would remember that my body was more than a mouth, two nipples, and 'home base'? How many times had I laid back wishing, willing my partner to tease me just like this?

My feet? I had no idea they were an erogenous zone. I'm going to have to try that on Sue. Maybe she knows ... I think she probably does.

Relaxed, Sue asks? I haven't been this relaxed since I mistakenly doubled up on the anti-anxiety pills that day ...

Can one be relaxed and energized at the same time? I guess so, because that's where I am.



"Ummmm ... yes ... relaxed ... and ... ready?"

As I look at Sue, I realize that she knows what I mean by "ready." I realize I'm not just asking her to lead, but, somehow, directing her to please me. By ... her choices, her directions. A few moments ago I thought I wanted to be out of control, be completely within her control, but now I realize that, with two pleasured and pleasuring adults, that thin thread of control passes back and forth.

Can allowing the other to control be a form of control? Let the experiment begin. Please. I think it may prove to be a delicious form.

Shyly again, I close my eyes and whisper...


"Please."
 
Katrina

The fog was blurring the landscape and finally I pulled into her driveway after several wrong turns. I hoped my key still worked, that is, if the door was locked. I smiled recalling Sue fondly as I turned the door knob finding it unlocked.
 
Reaching behind the headboard to a conveniently placed hook, Sue takes a fur lined leather restraint that was attached to the bedframe by a leather lead. Gently, Sue took Jinny's hands and crossed her wrists, placing them on the soft fur before closing the leather around them and fastening the buckle. She tested the tightness, not wanting them to be too tight, only just tight enough to restrict movement. She then leaned back, looking Jinny directly in the eye.

All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will do so immediately. If you become afraid of anything, or don't like the feel of anything, anything at all, just say stop and I will.

Watching Jinny carefully, all Sue could see in her eyes was a growing sense of excitement. Sue watched as Jinny pulled at the restraint, testing just how far it would let her move, which wasn't really that far. Relaxing back, Jinny returned Sue's look with one of anticipation. Smiling, Sue moved back to the foot of the bed, again beginning at Jinny's feet, and thoroughly caressing her, but this time not missing an inch of her delicious flesh. When she reached the juncture between Jinny's legs, Sue very softly ran her tongue along her clit, hearing a loud gasp followed by a soft sigh, feeling leg muscles tense in reaction, and then relax, opening wider to allow for more exploration.

Taking her index finger, Sue began to trace down Jinny's inner thighs, soft kisses following the invisible line that her finger was tracing. Returning to Jinny's pussy, she showered it with kisses as well, slowly increasing in intensity until Jinny began to thrash around. Sue took one hand and reached up, finding one of Jinny's nipples and giving it a sharp pinch, feeling Jinny beginning to cum. Sucking Jinnys clit entirely into her mouth, and with her tongue, rubbing the engorged vein just underneath it, Sue matched the rythm of Jinny's muscles as they contracted, and then when she was at the very pinnacle, drinking in the nectar of Jinny's passion, feeling a small explosion of her own beginning.

Sue matches Jinny's reactions, slowing the tempo of her caresses as Jinny's heartbeat slowed, until Sue could feel the limp muscled satisfaction fill Jinny, the kind that only came after an intense sexual encounter.

Discreetly wiping her mouth, Sue moves to lie next to Jinny, again tracing a line down her cheek, turning her head so that their eyes could meet. Smiling softly, Sue kissed Jinny again, and reaching up, undid the restraints so that Jinny could move, if she chose to.
 
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