She'd never been with a woman before and my husband had wanted me to find a girl just for me. I have been openly bi since I was 15 so I have a fair bit of experience. Her and I had been chatting online for a little and we decided to take the plunge and meet.
I wore a black dress and faux leather jacket over my black lacy bodysuit, thigh high stockings and suspenders. I felt amazing and looked every part the goth rocker. I was confident and strong.
She met me at the gate of her property and was just too cute. Long brown hair, fair skin and blue eyes with the sexiest curves. She was dressed in figure-hugging jeans and a nice top but what struck me was her smile. She was shy but full of energy. We hugged and shared a nervous laugh, then walked through the gate. A little small talk until we got to her front door.
I took my shoes and jacket off, we talked for a little bit and then she switched from sweet and innocent to a sexy little minx. She looked at me with lust in her eyes, like I was a gift she was about to unwrap.
She leaned in for a kiss, our lips met and it was like fireworks went off. I'll remember that first kiss for the rest of my life. She tasted slightly sweet and her lips were soft. Our hands were exploring every inch of each other's clothed bodies. She took her top off and I was delighted to see her full breasts were encased in a teal lace bodysuit.
Those breasts...I could write a book about her breasts. They were full, large and with her being 10 years younger than me, they were fighting the good fight against gravity. Her nipples were gorgeous, pink morsels and I devoured them in her living room. I must've looked like a woman possessed. I felt like a vampire, like I could just devour this beautiful woman. She is shorter and smaller than my 5'10" frame, I felt powerful but intoxicated.
She looked so innocent but she oozed sexual confidence and it was like a drug to me. I had to have more.
We went upstairs to her bedroom and I stripped my dress off to reveal my black, lacy ensemble that lay beneath. She smiled and eyed me up and down, appreciating every inch of my body and most importantly, the rather expensive lingerie.
She kneeled on the bed and beckoned me to join her. I climbed onto the bed next to her and we embraced. Kissing and exploring with fingers and tongues. I couldn't hold back any longer and pushed her onto her back. I grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head while I kissed her lips and then her neck and breasts before I gravitated to the most sacred part of her.
Her legs were spread, her pussy pink and glistening from our grinding and our whispered promises of bliss. I helped myself to her lasered lips and tasted her for the first time. Her clit engorged and heaving for attention as I teasingly licked around it but never on it. The sound of her whimpering and the thrust of her hips inviting me to relieve her. I licked my fingers and simultaneously slid 2 fingers into her slick pussy while I worked her clit with my tongue.
Her taste and her musk drove me wild. I wanted all of her. I focused on giving her the utmost pleasure, teasing the first of many orgasms out of her. Changing up the speed and pressure of my tongue. Changing the shape of my tongue until I could feel the pressure inside her, letting me know she needed to release.
The sound of her orgasm was bliss, I made her lick my fingers clean and then I stood up, my face covered in our lust. She pulled me in for a kiss before she looked me up and down and told me it was her turn.
She had told me that while she hadn't been with a woman before, she had asked a male friend for some advice. If I ever meet this guy I will drop to me knees and blow him because the way she worked my pussy was earth-shattering. The orgasms were like waves.
We lay in each other's arms, kissing and making out, snuggling, talking, giggling, sucking nipples and caressing each other. It was blissful. Having her laying with her head on my shoulder felt right. We spent 4 hours together, talking, kissing, fucking, cumming and when I finally left, I missed her instantly.
I got home to my husband feeling happy, satisfied and excited that I'd met a girl that seemed to be the right fit for me and potentially the right fit for us. Perhaps polyamory was something on the cards for us, after all.
