Degrees of Intimacy Ch. 02

Phillippa had got used to the women she bedded being relatively inexperienced. It was a fact of life that most women were more accustomed to having sex with a man than with another woman. And with no David to help here, she didn't have the advantage of his own subtle way of making a woman feel at ease with what for many women was a novel experience. But as Phillippa knew, these women had just not had the benefit of a tutor of quite her experience or skill.

She soon graduated her attention from the hand to the face and buried her tongue in Marla's mouth. She felt the reciprocating tongue probe nervously at first, and then become steadily bolder around her teeth and gums.

Patience was all you needed. They had all the time in the world. And one thing that Phillippa most savoured about making love with another woman was just how long and leisurely it could be. Today, what she most wanted was precisely that gentle slow build-up. Inevitably, her sex sessions with Hamid and David had become very frantic and vigorous ever so soon. What do you expect with two men, both of whose pricks were proudly erect and both eager to penetrate her?

Marla was finally naked after a slow disrobing, each item of clothing, most especially her cotton knickers, eased off with both fingers and tongue, taking in the smells and taste of the flesh around them. She revealed herself to be a slender young thing, her head ever so slightly too large in relation to her shoulders. Her breasts had a slight droop, the areola around her nipples nearly a quarter of the size of her medium small breasts. Phillippa took a nipple in her mouth, the soft down of the chest slightly dark even against the tanned skin, evidence of nude sunbathing in the recent past, while her fingers twiddled with the prominent clitoris.

When Marla came, she did so violently and urgently, twice the number and frequency of orgasm that Phillippa was able to achieve. Her whole body shuddered with each spasm of ecstasy, her taut chest juddering, the muscles distinctly contracting with each one. Phillippa envied her that. Her more mature body disguised the spasms that were mostly expressed by falsetto gasps that built up and up and released themselves with a sympathetic tightening of the muscles in her thighs. In fact, so sensitive was Marla that all Phillippa needed to do was tug with her teeth at the small ring pierced through her eyebrow for Marla's body to arch beneath her stomach and press forcefully onto the fingers pushed into her vagina and the thumb eased into her anus.

The couple slowed down and parted, Phillippa's arm around Marla's shoulders and a hand placed on her pierced navel. Marla put a hand on Phillippa's and pulled a strand of hennaed hair in her other hand. She smiled at Phillippa.

"Did you enjoy that?" Phillippa asked.

Marla was too overwhelmed to do anything than nod with her still excited smile. Phillippa didn't need to ask, but she was sure that this intensity of orgasm was a novel experience for Marla. Perhaps the men she'd fucked had been too eager to give her the time she needed to bring herself to the level of orgasm that was almost routine for Phillippa.

She looked towards the window, the curtain being too flimsy to hide the glow of the streetlights outside. At this moment, she couldn't help wondering where David was. He'd almost certainly found someone. Perhaps it was a prostitute. Maybe he'd found a Moroccan man who would indulge David's passion for cock in his mouth. It was even possible that he'd stumbled across another tourist, maybe one of the young men and women who'd also been in the bar. If he had, it would scarcely be the first time. Phillippa was already looking forward to hearing her husband's account of his nocturnal adventures.

She smiled at Marla, who returned the smile. That twinkle in her eyes was impossible to ignore. She put a probing finger in the mouth of Marla's still very moist vagina, the long brown hairs of which were flattened by sweat and the grinding of their tribadism.

She pressed her mouth to Marla's and let her finger sink deeper inside. There was more to come! In one way, she was not at all envious of her husband. No man had the capacity for prolonged lovemaking that Phillippa could enjoy with a woman.