On The Journey Home

I had my thumbs under my waistband and was pushing them down before she had chance to say anything else. She chuckled again as she watched me sit back and pull them over my feet and then kneel again in front of her, this time completely naked. She must have thought me eager, but I didn't care.

'Wow!'

I wasn't sure if her exclamation was at my action or at the result, but it made me feel good anyway.

'I'd better do the same, hadn't I?' She looked down at the pyjama bottoms she still wore, and then grinned at my excited nodding.

She slid from the bed, sitting on the edge as she pulled them off, kicking them away almost theatrically before standing in the light from the bedside lamp with her arms open, deliberately showing herself to me.

'There you are, now we're equal.' She declared with a smile.

'Celia, you are beautiful.' I told her, staring openly at her body and meaning every word. Her smile broadened.

'Now, where were we?' She asked as she climbed back onto the bed.

We seemed to instinctively know what to do, Celia sat back on her haunches and I knelt straddling her thighs and facing her, very conscious that my legs were wide and my pussy was delightfully available.

She reached up and wrapped one arm around my neck, pulling my head down into a kiss while at the same time she reached between my legs with her free hand. I felt her fingers glide easily over my pubes, unconstrained by clothing, and cup my pussy. In the middle of a kiss I gasped into her mouth at the sudden pleasure of her contact and felt her lips curl in a smile at my reaction. Tonight was the first time any woman had ever touched me so intimately, and to feel her hand on my naked pussy took my breath away. Nobody could have prepared me for how good it felt.

At first she didn't move, and I knelt quietly with her hand over my slit and her lips on mine, with my arms around her back, clinging to her and pulling her tight. Then, as her tongue pushed its way into my mouth again, I felt her hand press against me, pushing up, more and more firmly so that she was spreading my labia until they parted and without moving her fingers found my wetness, two fingertips right at my entrance and the heel of her hand pressed firmly against my clit. I froze; knowing what was coming and waiting for it.

I have been fingered many times before, of course I have, but always by a man and recently only by my husband, and this was different. It wasn't just simply a finger inserted into me and thrust in and out. For one thing Celia immediately used two fingers, sliding them in slowly, going deep but then bending them into a kind of hook that rubbed against the roof of my passage as she moved them inside of me. I pulled my mouth away and threw my head back, clinging to her and moaning, my hips pushing forward towards her, inviting her to penetrate me more deeply. God, it was good.

It was about to get better. I'm not sure what she did but it felt as if she was twisting her fingers inside me, withdrawing them until they were nearly out and then plunging them back, all the time wriggling them around. I could feel my fingers clutching at her, my muscles taut. I still had my head thrown back, with little gasps coming from my throat and my eyes closed, and so it was without warning that I felt her mouth clamp around my nipple, sucking at it, lapping at it with her tongue, and then tugging at it with sharp little teeth. I felt that glorious fire ignite again inside my pussy, pressure and heat building as quickly as it had done before.

'I'm coming.' I gasped ecstatically. 'I'm coming again.'

'Then do it, let it happen.' She replied, releasing my breast just long enough to speak.

It was good to have her go-ahead, to know that she was intentionally bringing me to climax, but it wouldn't have made any difference. There was no way on earth that I was going to be able to hold back. The sensation built and built until suddenly, like a dam bursting, it was released to race though my body unconstrained, wave after wave again, through my torso, down each limb, right along to my fingers and toes, each making my body tense in delight, only to relax again until the next wave struck. All the time she plunged her two fingers into me, rubbing my clit with her palm and doing everything to give me pleasure.

Eventually it ran its course, each succeeding wave diminishing until in the end I was just shuddering with aftershocks. Panting, gasping and trembling, I more or less collapsed over Celia, slumping onto her, my head on her shoulder, my arms draped around her shoulders and kind of sitting, open-legged, on her thighs.

'Oh God, Celia.' I panted. 'That was amazing.'

'Good.' She told me simply, stroking my hair with one hand.

Soon I opened my eyes and pulled back, still breathing heavily but wanting to look at her, to thank her properly for what she had just done. I was just in time to see her putting her other hand to her mouth. It was the hand that had just been between my legs. She was licking my wetness from her fingers, savouring me, and, judging by the wistful look on her face, enjoying the taste. She blushed and smiled bashfully as I watched, but that didn't stop her from sucking her fingers until all trace of me had gone.

I couldn't help but think how wonderful it was to see her enjoying my juices, and wondering if I would enjoy hers as much, and then all of a sudden I realised that I had been made to orgasm twice without Celia having taken any pleasure at all for herself. The urge, the need, suddenly came over me to return the favour, and more if I could. I had never pleasured a woman and I wasn't sure how good I would be at it but, I told myself, I was pretty sure I going to find out.

I pulled back a little more, planting my knees together and motioning to her to part her own, so that we reversed our positions and she was now kneeling over my legs with hers wide apart. She looked down at me with her arms draped over my shoulders, planted a kiss on my forehead and then closed her eyes in an obvious hint for me to begin.

I stifled a giggle at her lack of subtlety, but I was determined to take it slowly, to learn as I went, to try what I thought she would enjoy and see what her reaction was like. For a moment or two I knelt there, just looking at her, staring at a naked woman in a way I'd never done before, taking in the sight of her very beautiful body and wondering how to begin.

Eventually, with my heart beating like a drum and my breathing now coming in tight little gasps, I reached out one hand and began to lightly circle her abdomen, feeling her skin flutter under my gentle touch. Slowly I let my circles widen until I was stroking the underside of her breasts and the very top of her pubic mound, letting myself become accustomed to such erotic contact with another woman. All the time Celia just knelt over me, her hands on my shoulders, her head tipped slightly back, just as mine had been, and her only reactions were the little pleasure noises from deep in her throat.

Feeling more confident now I let my hand stray downwards, at first just cupping her mound with my fingertips touching the top of her pussy, but then as Celia pushed forward in encouragement, I reached further between her legs, my palm over her pussy and my fingers probing for her vagina and feeling the wetness around her entrance. I paused there, looking up into her face, ostensibly seeking her final permission, but really I was just getting myself together ready to do something I'd never expected to do.

'Yes.' She told me. 'Please, yes.'

There was no going back, in fact there was no wanting to go back and my fingers slid forward, two sinking easily into her slippery hole and the others curling up along her slit, bending me slightly towards her.

It felt so strange - nice, but strange. I'd only ever fingered myself up until then, and there was no way I could go that far into my own passage because I couldn't reach myself at that angle, and besides, doing it to someone else meant that I felt the entire sensation through my fingers without the awareness of my vagina getting in the way. It made for a strangely wonderful feeling because her passage, warm and wet, kind of pulsed and wrapped around my exploring fingers. I pushed into her as deep as I could, wriggling around, trying to take in the novel feeling of her vagina rhythmically opening and closing on me. My eyes were still staring up into hers, but now with a look of slack jawed wonder on my face.

'My god, you're good.' She told me in a hoarse whisper as I began to thrust in and out of her. I don't know how true what she said was, but it made me smile with pride. My first time touching a woman and I'm told I'm good. Now I had the confidence to do anything.

For a little while I carried on thrusting into her, but soon it became awkward with me bending forward to reach far enough and look up at the same time, and I wanted to carry on looking at her face because of the expressions of pleasure and delight that kept flitting across it. I gently pulled away, letting my wet fingertips slide up her slit as I straightened a little until I reached her clit.

Her clit was bigger than mine, a little nub like a miniature penis, engorged and hard, that stuck out from under its hood inviting my attention. My two fingers stroked very, very softly across its tip, just barely touching but making her jerk with the intensity of the sensations it generated. I looked at her, grinning to see her eyes close and her mouth open into a wide smile of enjoyment. I stroked her again, making her jerk this time too, and give a little groan of pleasure. Her eyes stayed closed, but her hips began to shudder every time my fingers passed over her clit. I pressed a little more firmly, rubbing her properly, and now her hands gripped my shoulders and she gasped, fingertips digging into my skin each time she jolted with arousal.

I glanced down, looking at her breasts as I played with her, tempted to suck on her gorgeously enlarged nipples. There were so many things I suddenly wanted to do to her, but most importantly I wanted to make her come and so I contained my impatience and continued to rub her clit.

I'm glad that I did, because it didn't take long. Soon her hips were swaying back and forth in front of me, encouraging me to rub her harder and faster in time with their movements, her head went back, her mouth stayed open and the ever louder pleasure noises she made told me that she was close to her climax. I watched her face with growing pleasure and excitement of my own, amazed and thrilled at my success, waiting for the moment when she would actually reach her orgasm.

'Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Yyyeeeessssssss.'

The words were an ever more rapid chant, until the final one came as a long drawn out wail at the same time as she pushed her pussy hard against my hand, the sudden explosive power of her orgasm making her hips thrust at me uncontrollably. Then her fingers dug into my flesh and her head suddenly swung forward for her to bury her face in my neck, kissing and biting my skin as ecstasy flooded her body.

Soon it was over and she slumped back, red faced and sweating, her legs trembling and her chest heaving, still kneeling over my thighs but resting her weight back on her haunches and now holding onto my shoulders for genuine support as I had done with her.

'You really are good.' She gasped, confirming her earlier remark. 'God, I hope there's more to come.'

It was an unexpected wish, but it made me smile and it made me determined to make it true. There would be more to come, I knew exactly what I wanted to do next, even though I could hardly believe my own longing.

'There is.' I told her. 'Lie down.'

I stood away from the bed while she arranged herself towards the top of the bed, flat on her back with her knees raised and legs wide apart. I don't know if she had guessed what I was going to do, but that was exactly how I wanted her.

Moving around to the foot of the bed I clambered back on to kneel between her feet, looking straight at her shining wet pussy with my heart hammering at the thought of what I intended. I'd never dreamed of going down on another woman, but here I was, just about to do it and looking forward to it. My hands were on her knees to hold her legs open while I gazed hungrily at her pussy, contemplating what I wanted to do to it as well as simply enjoying the sight of the shiny wet slit that waited for me. A quick glance up found her gazing back with an expression of lustful anticipation on her face. She wanted it as much as I did. No time to reflect, this was my first time and I didn't want to chicken out.

My feet and ankles overhung the end of the bed when I stretched out between her legs but I didn't care, I was too enthralled by the musky scent of her sex. I'd not noticed it before, but as my face came near to her it was the gorgeous smell of her arousal that got me going most. I wriggled a little nearer, staring longingly at the smooth folds of her labia and her shiny pink entrance, hesitating but impatient all at the same time. I moved closer still, slotting my arms under her raised thighs so that I could grip her hips, and then put out the tip of my tongue until I just made contact. She moaned softly and placed her hands on top of mine, pressing them against her. Now I wanted to taste her properly.

My tongue ran along the inside of her labia, up one side of her slit and down the other, making her flinch and gasp as its tip skated across her clit. I did it again, pressing my tongue onto her a little more firmly, tasting her juices on the flat of my tongue before I found her entrance and pushed the tip inside. It was a new and wonderful experience because she tasted as good as she smelled. Now all hesitation was gone. I licked her and kissed her, nuzzling my face into her wet pussy and pushing my tongue deep inside her, holding onto her hips and pulling her close to get as far in as I could.

Very soon her hips began to rise and fall gently and her hands began to clasp mine just a little harder, and her moans became louder to let me know that I was doing it right. I thrust my tongue right into her, licking around the walls inside her entrance until my tongue began to ache, and then pulled it out to run it the length of her pussy until I reached her clit.

At first I just ran to the tip of my tongue around the tip of her button, but I soon got carried away and licked her hard, making her jerk and gasp from the sensations. I smiled to myself, and then, taking advantage of its size, I covered my teeth with my lips and took the little button between them, gently biting and nibbling her until her behaviour and sounds told me she was soon going to come.

This time she didn't tell me she was coming, she didn't need to because her reactions made it only too clear. Her movements became more intense and more erratic as she got closer to orgasm, her hips bucking and her fingertips gripping onto my hands almost painfully. The moans had now given way to gasps and groans, guttural sounds from the back of her throat that got louder and more insistent as her climax got closer. Then, just as her climax became inevitable, she let go of my hands and twisted her fingers into my hair, pulling me down onto into her, pushing herself up into my face at the same time. I couldn't move even if I'd wanted to now, and anyway the discomfort of her pulling at my hair only made my delight in her climax even stronger, because it told me how much pleasure she was getting from it.

When she did come it was so powerful it was like an earthquake had struck. She called out loudly, her pelvis jerked and shuddered, her fingers tore at my hair and her legs came up to wrap around my head and shoulders, pinning me to her pussy. I never knew anyone could come that strongly. I tried to keep hold of her clit, but it was impossible and in her frustration she just rubbed herself hard against my mouth, covering my face with her juices and making me gasp for breath. Even when it began to fade she held me against her to make sure she got the last possible moment of pleasure, and in doing so, made sure that I did too.

Slowly her hold on my head slackened, her hands lost their grip and her legs dropped away as she lay shuddering and panting, and I was finally able to take a proper breath for the first time since she had grabbed my hair. Not that I had minded, but now I could look up at her face and smile at the look of worn out delight it carried. She saw me looking up and gave me a washed-out smile.

'Sorry. That must have been rough on you.' She gasped out, before suddenly giggling. 'Your whole face is wet. I am sorry.'

'Don't be.' I told her, gazing up and still smiling. 'I'm not.'

'You are something else, you are.' She looked down affectionately. 'Thank you.'

I shook my head and opened my mouth to counter that, but she raised a silencing finger. 'No, don't. I mean it.'

For a few seconds we just gazed at each other, she looking down over her heaving chest and me from my position still lying between her legs.

'Will you kiss me?' She asked.

'My face is wet.' I reminded her, hoping she wouldn't mind.

'I know.' She held out her arms to me.

I scrambled up, threading myself between her legs until she pulled me close to lie on top of her, feeling her breasts rising and falling against mine as she regained her breath. I wondered if she really wanted me to kiss her, covered in her own juices and still short of breath, but she opened her mouth in a clear invitation that I couldn't refuse.

Our first kiss was short, just a soft meeting of mouths that I pulled away from when I thought she needed to breathe. We looked at each other and then did it again, this time lasting a little longer before I ended it.

'Kiss me properly.' She demanded, frustrated.

I hesitated, still not sure, but she pulled my head down, raising her own to meet me. This time she wrapped her arms around me and refused to let me move, her mouth pressed hard against mine and her tongue probing between my lips, and this time it was she who broke away, gasping for breath again but grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

'That's better. You taste good.' She told me breathlessly, and then broke into giggles. 'Or maybe I taste good, I'm not sure which.'

I was sure. She did taste good. I had been introduced to lesbian love, and I was amazed how much I liked the experience. Maybe it had been there all the while, and I had been a closet bisexual. I didn't know and I didn't care. What I did know was that I was as horny as hell still.

I was lying on top of her, taking most of my weight on my elbows like a man would, simply to let her get her breath back. But I was so aware of my skin on hers, my body resting on her body and feeling wonderful, and I couldn't resist squirming around to get the most intimate feel I could get, rubbing myself on her, feeling her nipples hard under the soft fleshy tissue of my breasts, my own nipples, engorged and sensitive, pressing gently into hers. I could even feel her mound on the top of my thigh and I couldn't help but press my leg onto her. She gasped and moaned and pushed back, her hands clasped around me and moving continuously, massaging my back, stroking my neck and digging into me when she gasped with a particular pleasure. It was as if we were wrestling in a strange and beautiful way, looking longingly into each others lust filled eyes and almost trying to merge our bodies as we writhed as one. We kissed again and again, longer and more passionately as her breathing returned to normal, our mouths welded together, tongues pushing and probing, tasting and licking.

Suddenly I was aware that my leg had somehow pushed itself completely between hers with no conscious effort by me, and that hers too was now between mine, her knee raised and her thigh pressed onto my pussy. It already felt nice, but then she began to thrust up, deliberately rubbing her pussy on my leg, and it felt wonderful. I responded, moving my hips too, so that our legs and pussies rubbed together in concert.