Office mates

[jinnysub]

Sandy

In a tone that I hadn't used since the night I gave my up my virginity, all I could say was "Please." In a daze, I saw her walk around the table to me, pull out my chair and pull me up. Gently she led me to my bedroom and sat me down on the edge of the bed. She sat next to me, gently holding me and kissing my neck, then my earlobes. Nuzzling a little less gently and more urgently, she found that spot just below my the angle of my jaw, and my hands began to search her, too.

I lay back and as her kisses roamed over my neck, every so often lightly brushing my lips, my eyebrows, my temple, and then returning to my neck.

My hands wonderingly roamed over her back, the softness just below her shoulderblades, moving under her arms to the swelling of her breasts, fettered by nothing but the silk of her blouse. I struggled to rise, to kiss her, but she gently pushed me back down on the bed and breathed..."No, let me show you how a woman can make love to a woman. Then you can make love to me. And then maybe we'll start again."

Aching with desire, again my mind raced back to the night of my first sexual encounter. This time, though, I knew that frustration would not be the result. No uncertainty. Nor pain.

Then my mind no longer plagued me with peripheral thoughts or strange associations with past events. There was only the present, and Carole, and me. And the sensations that curled my toes and found me groaning and writhing at just the touch of her lips.

 

[Sienna]

Carole

Slowly, we began to remove each others clothes, each item in turn until we were both naked. And then knealing on the soft quilt of her bed, we gazed at each others bodies.

"Remember.....me first" I said. I reached out to her breast and with the backs of my fingers I gently touched her nipple. Felling its texture and admiring its appearence as it hardened into a deep red dome. My other hand repeated the same thing with the other nipple, this time holding it between my fingers and tugging.

I could see the form of her navel, rounded by childbirth and between her closed thighs I saw the beginings of her triangular mound of pubic hair. So neat and so welcoming like an oasis in the wilderness. My hands followed the curves of her breast and on to her navel, again using the backs of my fingers, gently touching her skin. I looked at her face and saw she had closed her eyes, her breathing now more deeper, she was revelling in my gentle touches.

When I reached her closed thighs she nudged slightly and opened them. My fingers followed the line of her pubic hair until I could feel the crease of her outer lips. Again, her expression changed. She licked her lips in anticipation of where my fingers were going. They gently pushed against the folds within. Damp and warm, they parted as I entered into her moist sex.

Sandy leaned back on her arms. I leaned forwards and pressed my lips against her nipple, using my tongue to scribe small wet circles around the areola and then teased the pliant tissue of her engorged nub. My fingers inside gently searched for her clitoris and then pressed against its hood, releasing it. She began to moan softly as I repeated the same thing over again with her other nipple.

slowly she eased down, raising her knees with her thighs wide apart. I kissed slowly and sensuously down the line of her stomach, run my tongue visiously into her umbilicus and then moved over her navel, leaving a wet trail of saliva to cool in the air, which would add to the sensations I was now inducing into her. My wet fingers now holding her clitoris and gently squeezing.

Her moans grew louder and her hand ran wildly through my hair. This was it. I now had her at the point where she would no longer resist my progress.

 

[jinnysub]

Sandy

I followed her lead. She took off my blouse then I hers. She deftly removed my bra, and I fumbled with hers. I'd never taken one off someone else before. As we stood there, holding each other at arm's length, I again revelled in the beauty of her body, now revealed totally.

I noticed a slight flush on her breasts and wondered if she, too, were a bit nervous or if it were the heat of passion. My eyes travelled down and I knew the flush spread across my neck and breasts as she dipped a bit at the knees, like a ballet dancer, feet together and revealing for the briefest of moments the already damp, wispy curls between her thighs. A devilish little smile at me as she motioned me onto the bed.

Again, I echoed her movements and knelt on the bed, facing her, and then lay back.

Her hands were so soft, and the backs of her fingers, the light trail of her fingernails, left fire, soft fire, wherever they touched. My nipples, each aroused in a different manner but at the same time, sent differing messages of ecstasy but with the same result, again fire, fire spreading.

As if her hands kept just behind the line of fire spreading from my breasts, she moved down, down to my navel and then lower. Shivers began to run through me; my legs opened involuntarily when her fingernail flicked the opening of my thighs. Her fingers followed the path laid down nights before by my hand, by her imagined hand, as if she had been there observing, noting, and memorizing the path for this evening.

I willed her finger to move from the outer portions of my sex, yet they seemed to move so slowly. Gently, so gently I didn't realize it had happened until she was inside, her fingers found my home, my center.

With all my attention focused on those fingers, I bucked at the surprise of her tongue on my breasts, forgotten but now again alive, feeding and being fed by the wet fire of her fingers.

The only conscious thought I had was that never had I been touched so softly when I realized that my clit was now being teased out of its cleft, more gently than I believed possible. Sensations from breasts, clit, vulva, and navel were now overtaking me in quick succession, one then another, the only consistency being the inconsistency of the location of the next, strongest message.

Moaning, I could no longer be passive, and my hips bucked upward to take her deep into me; my hands reached for her head, only able to entwine themselves in her hair, trying to bring her lips to join her fingers. But her hand, her fingers, rose with me, staying just at the edge of sensation, just at the lightest of touches, and just barely within the cleft. I could rise no higher to find her, I could engulf nothing -- I had accomplished nothing but a higher frustration, a deeper need.

Arched high above the bed, moaning, sweat standing on my forehead and breasts, I could no longer will her hands to do as I wanted.

I fell back onto the bed, crazy with lust and she moved back, straightening.

"Now, Sandy, now we're just beginning."

She lay over me headlong, her mouth on mine, her legs outside my hips so that I couldn't push my sex against her. "Sandy, we haven't even begun kissing yet."

 

[Sienna]

Carole

I stared into her eyes. Opened my mouth and licked along her delicate chin towards her lips. Her mouth opened to recieve my tongue. Then we kissed. A kiss that was so full of passion and our tongues seem to swap and change positions with each other in rapid succession. Those sweet tasting lips just made me want to continue that kiss. But I released and looked at her. Her eyes closed, her expression signified that she was lost in all of this. Her mind was electrified by what I was doing. I licked her nose and then her eyelids. She smiled acknowledging the intimate play I was doing. We both laughed softly.

I wondered to myself which was her most erogenous area of her face, her neck. Could it be the same as mine, the earlobes? I turned her head and gently let my lips suck upon her lobe. She reacted. Now I was ready to mix pleasure with a slight amount of pain. I bit gently and she sighed, then returned to the pleasing softness of my lips.

My kisses reached from her ear down to her neck slowly. Using my tongue to lick against her sweet tasting skin now and then.

My fingers brushed her nostrils, letting her detect the aroma of her sex upon them. Then played with her lips, ltting her tongue lick them. My own lips replacing my fingers once more to enter into another wilder passionate embrace of our tongues.

 

[jinnysub]

Frustrated, but moving back from the edge, I first felt angry at the interruption, then angry at myself for my irritation. I had put myself into Carole's hands and I trusted her. This was not the end of our lovemaking. She would not roll over and go to sleep.

Her kisses. My mind went back to playing the association game as my body responded leisurely to her tongue, her lips. The closing scene from Princess Bride came to mind. "Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind." Carole left that kiss far behind in the passion department, but this was anything but pure. My laughter for this remembrance coincided with Carole's licking my nose, my eyelids. This woman was special...even her tongue could joke with me.

In my complex wiring, my earlobes are almost as directly connected as are my nipples and the back of my neck. My passion began growing, building again, but more slowly, more leisurely. This time, though, I knew that I would be unable to come back from the brink. The height of that mountain of desire that had built before was going to be nothing compared to this long, slow climb. Foothills with every sharp little pain from her teeth, but foothills that had no back side, just leading to a higher plateau.

Her fingers smelled of me, and that was the last straw. No longer could I lie back passively. I led her hand, thrust her hand, back to my mound, mingling her finger and mine deep within me, holding her there, helping her find that special spot that only I had ever found.

As I began to orgasm, she redoubled her efforts at my G-spot and the third and fourth spasms were incredibly more intense than the first and second. My hips flopped as a fish out of water, as needful of her touch, my touch, as the fish for its water. The spasms continued, abating yet intense, longer than any time in my life. More deeply, as the depths of my womb was as involved in every sensation as were the places being touched, played, by our mingled fingers. The spasms were as pleasurable labor pains, all encompassing, all focusing. Painful in their intense pleasure, pleasurable in their intensity and pain.

Carole knew then what I needed. She held me, whispered in my ear, breathed with me, stroked me, led me down without letting me down.

I woke out of my reverie with a deep breath, a cleansing breath a Lamaze instructor would term it.

"Carole. Teach me to pleasure you."

I helped Carole onto her stomach. She looked a bit surprised but complied. And then, starting at her feet, her toes, I began massaging her until squeaks of pleasure were issuing from her along with giggles of surprise and joy.

"I never knew my toes were connected! Not in that way!"

 

[jinnysub]

Carole continued to giggle as I kept working on her toes and instep. I began working my way up her calves, kneading the muscles, working toward her heart, and then lightly brushing my fingers as I moved away from her heart.

Each massage moved almost imperceptibly closer to her center. When I was at the point where most of the massaging was just above her knees, she was lying on her back, breathing more deeply. One of her hands strayed and gently, absently, played with her breast, but soon fell back as she looked totally relaxed.

I could tell that she was not relaxing, however. Her sex was glistening anew with moisture, suffused with blood.

I kept the massage moving toward that point, until I was inches below the juncture of her thighs. Each stroke upwards now caused her to clench her buttocks, rise a little, and catch her breath until I stopped the compression part of the cycle and returned lower, toward her feet, with the brushing of the backs of my fingers.

Then I began to pause at the end of the compression stroke, still inches from where I could sense she was willing my fingers to go. Her breath caught, her hips were lifted, and her tongue ran across her lips.

I returned to her knees, this time moving the compression stroke higher, to the outside of her hips and then moving toward her navel. The downstroke found the backs of my fingertips lightly, slowly, drew across her mound, her clit, her lips, then back down to her knees.

As I paused there, she drew her knees up, urging me closer to her. I moved up between her legs, with my one leg just touching her pussy, and began massaging the muscles of her belly, gently kneading them in a circle, then lifting and kneading her sides.

She thrust herself onto my leg, moving in step with the motions of my hands on her sides. So wet that she slid up and down my thigh, she pushed herself tighter and tighter against me, moaning and emploring me not to stop each time I paused to give her cause to think I might return to her feet and begin anew.

Her hand found my pussy, again wet and ready, and she stroked me in time with her own motions against my leg. My hand went between my leg and her pussy and my fingers found their way deep into her. Now we both were moving as one, massaging muscles inside and out, crying out to each other in our passion.

 

[Sienna]

Carole.

For the first time in my life, Sandy made me feel so good about making love. This was not just lust but more than that, so much more.

Our fingers explored and satisfied the most sensative spots and together, with each others own resolve, we pleasured ourselves, made ourselves climax and then relax, ready to start again and again.

I sat up and looked at her, on the verge of yet another orgasm she was giving me. I licked my lips and held her shoulders tight but gentle. I could feel myself about to release and I raised my head to scream out my pleasure. That orgasm, that one orgasm among many was the one that took me to the edge. It was so powerful so good. I spilled my juices over her fingers and looked back into her eyes before lying back onto the bed to ease back into some resemblance of normality.

"Are you alright Carole?" she asked. I opened my eyes and smiled back at her, my breathing now becoming normal and I told her how I felt; "Thank you......thank you....you made me feel so good..."

I held out my arms and wrapped them around her shoulders. pulling her towards me in an embrace of appreciation and then I whispered to her; "Sandy....I love you." The words just flowed from my lips and I had never ever told anyone during love making how I really felt before.

 

[jinnysub]

End of thread...

 

[Sienna]

A Love Story..........

by

jinnysub

and

Sienna