Lost Creek Wives' Club Pt. 26

"It's nice to see you again Lacey, and you're right on time."

"It's nice to see you too Donna, even though it hasn't been that long since we last did."

After we hugged and kissed each other on the cheek, she led me into the house by the hand. Once in the foyer with the door closed... "You look amazing Donna, and what a gorgeous tan you have since the last time I saw you."

"You look terrific too, Lacey, but you always do. As for the tan, for some reason I haven't been getting as much sun as I usually do. Realizing summer is almost over, I decided to make up for lost time. But I tan easily so it only took a few days. Plus I used a tanning lotion with a bit of bronzer in it to speed things up. I'm glad you like it."

After which she twirled around 360 degrees while holding the bottom of her sundress slightly higher to give me the benefit of seeing how evenly tanned she was. Along with more of her long shapely legs.

"I wish I could get the results you do. As much as I like to sunbathe, I have to be careful as I burn easily. And I never thought of using a tanning lotion with a bronzer in it. Thanks for the tip." After I paused for a second... "If you don't mind me asking, with all the privacy you have, is it a full body tan?"

After looking at me briefly as though pondering something, she then very casually lowered the bandeau portion of the sundress to reveal both her breasts in their entirety. Needless to say, it made it plain to see they were as tanned as her upper chest and shoulders.

Surprised by her boldness... "I guess that answers my question."

After she laughed, and as she pulled the bandeau back up over her breasts... "I wouldn't have answered your question the same way with just anyone, but since you've already seen me naked..." Which she left unfinished before asking... "Do you think I overdid it with the tan?"

"I think it's perfect. Just enough to give you a more youthful look. But if I was you, I'd give it a rest. Otherwise you'll find yourself looking like someone who competes in bodybuilding contests."

After she laughed again... "I surely don't want that. Thank you for being honest. Now let me give you a quick tour of the house before we go out on the back patio to have the lunch I promised you."

While touring her house, which is about the same square footage as ours with a similar layout, and was very traditional as far as décor, she made it a point to shed her wedge sandals when we were in the master bedroom.

After rummaging around in her walk-in closet she came out wearing a pair of white ballerina slippers. When she did... "Why the change in footwear Donna?"

"I felt funny when I realized how much I was towering over you with the wedge sandals. I'm tall enough as it is and should have known better. And the ballerina slippers are the flattest thing I have to put me on a more equal footing with you."

"I didn't mind, plus it gave me the pleasure to admire your pretty feet and cute toes when you weren't looking."

She couldn't help but laugh before saying... "I thought I noticed you giving them more than a casual look at the door. And here I've been wondering if there was something wrong with me for noticing other women's feet more often lately. Especially when they're as pretty as yours, but I was beginning to think I was developing a foot fetish."

"Trust me Donna, you're not alone. And it's nothing to be worried or ashamed about. So if you don't mind, I'd much rather you at least wear regular flat sandals than slippers. Or else you can simply go barefoot if you're worried about them adding another half inch to your height."

Once she thought about it, she changed the slippers for a pair of flat sandals before saying... "I'd go barefoot for you if it wasn't for the fact the bottom of my feet would get dirty out on the patio."

After I thanked her, we made our way to the back patio, which is also similar to ours in that it stretched for about half the length of the back of the house. All except half of it was covered with a wood canopy under which there was a beautiful set of wicker furniture made with synthetic material for outdoor use.

Off to one side were two loveseats facing each other with end tables, and a coffee table between them. Next to them were four oversized captain chairs around a square table with a glass top. All the seat cushions were very plush looking and covered in a green on white tropical foliage print.

Numerous Boston ferns were hanging from around the outside edge of the stained cedar canopy along with what looked like Ostrich Ferns in large pots scattered around on the patio under it. On a warm humid day as it was, it couldn't have made for a more perfect setting for an outdoor lunch. It almost felt like we were in the tropics between the weather, the wicker furniture and selection of plants.

As for the rest of the backyard, it was large with lots of privacy as expected, and beautifully landscaped. But noticeably missing was a pool or hot tub. Nearly all the homes in the development have at least one if not both due to most of the occupants being "well-to-do".

Lunch was a cold pasta salad with slices of fresh tomato, avocados and whole milk mozzarella cheese arranged in a circle around farfalle (aka bow tie pasta) that was tossed in a basil and balsamic based dressing. All of which was garnished with fresh chopped basil and served with an excellent chilled Chardonnay.

It was simply scrumptious, of which Donna was kind enough to give me the recipe for the dressing.

As we leisurely ate lunch we talked for a good hour or more about ourselves in general, our respective families and husbands in some detail, of which neither of us have met the other, and finally the latest neighborhood gossip.

While Donna and I have known each other ever since Maureen and I first organized the Lost Creek Wive's Club, of which she was one of the first members, we've never had what I would call a truly "personal" conversation until now. Although noticeably absent from our conversation was the certain "thing" she couldn't think of anyone better to talk to about.

But we did learn we both had similar backgrounds and experiences when growing up, with both of us from the East Coast. Her from New York while I'm originally from Massachusetts. And we both were raised in devout Catholic households and experienced all the typical trials and tribulations that go along with it.

After we cleaned up from lunch we sat adjacent to each other versus on opposite sides of the table, and resumed our conversation along with having more wine. But we talked about everything again except whatever the certain thing was.

Finally out of frustration when there was a short lull in the conversation... "When you invited me to lunch Donna, you mentioned there was a certain something you wanted to talk about. The way you put it, you couldn't think of anyone better to. So why don't we discuss it?"

"I was kind of hoping you forgot."

"How could I? I've been curious ever since."

After she took a deep breath... "Before I do, I first want to apologize for making a spectacle of myself the other night by trying the Sybian in front of everyone. I don't know what possessed me to do something like it. Maybe it was too much wine along with the atmosphere created by all the different sex toys available and discussions about them. Felt terrible about it the next day. Still do."

"I probably would have too. But as I stated right after you tried the Sybian, there's no reason for you to feel that way. Half of the girls were envious of you, and the other half jealous. Most of them would have loved to have done what you did if they had the nerve. And from the communications I've had with some of them since then, no one had a negative thing to say about it, or you. Just the opposite."

"You mean no one spoke badly about me?"

"Not a single one. Or about Janet, who I'm sure you remember tried the clitoral suction device afterwards. And I'm sure in her case, you gave her the courage to do it."

"I've been afraid to talk to anyone who was there so I can't tell you what a relief it is to hear that. But what about you?"

"Me? Are you kidding? While I was a bit surprised at first, I was like everyone else. Envious, as well as jealous. And if it's any consolation, you made one hell of an impression on me. There's nothing like watching someone have two amazing orgasms to give you a different appreciation of them. Not forgetting as lovely as you are and seeing you in all your naked glory for the first time."

"As for the incredible orgasms, you can thank the Sybian for that."

"Are you sure?"

"Why do you say that?"

"While I could be wrong, and correct me if I am, I'm sure the Sybian was responsible in some ways, but I couldn't help but get the impression it's been a while since you had an orgasm as intense as they were."

"You're very astute Lacey. I wouldn't think anyone could pick-up on something like that. Or it would be noticeable to someone."

"It wasn't at first, but it became obvious to me after seeing how long it took you to recover, and the joy on your face after you did."

"You wouldn't be wrong Lacey. Hence the reason I bought one. It's way more satisfying than masturbating to get some much needed relief."

"I can well imagine it is, it's quite the device. Probably the Cadillac of sex toys and I'm sure you could easily become addicted to one for personal satisfaction." Then without thinking... "I'm curious as to what you fantasize about when you self pleasure yourself?"

Realizing it was an inappropriate question to ask, I quickly tried to back track... "Forget that I asked. It's more information than I need to know. I don't know what I was thinking."

"I don't mind Lacey, as it coincidentally has a lot to do with what I wanted to talk to you about."

After breathing a sigh of relief... "Then I'm all ears, Donna."

"To answer your question...other women, which also has a lot to do with us nearly kissing in Maureen's bathroom. I can't tell you how disappointed I was we didn't. I've thought about it ever since, and what it would have been like."

"Other than a friendly kiss, you never kissed another woman?"

"Never. And to make matters worse, I've been fantasizing like crazy about what it would be like to be with another woman. While I have off and on most of my adult life when I strangely found myself attracted to someone, I always brushed it off as a natural curiosity women have about it. That's until it became almost an obsession. Can't imagine why now so late in life. Then when you helped me put my bra on in the bathroom, and I felt your soft hands on me, I wet myself from how heavenly it felt."

There's nothing more attractive than a woman's bare shoulders and back. With hers as soft and smooth as they were, it caused me to get a little "careless" with my hands. And while it visibly caused her to shudder and break out in goosebumps, I didn't realize it affected her enough to "wet" herself.

After Donna paused for a second..."Then when I turned around and we looked at each other just inches apart before we slowly reached for each other with our lips..." At which point her voice turned much louder. "...THE WORST POSSIBLE THING HAPPENED!"

She made me laugh at the way she elaborated... "You're cute Donna, and it certainly was. But in all fairness to Maureen, it was simply a case of poor timing on her part."

"Did you ever mention anything to her about it?"

"No. Why would I?"

"As close as you two are, I assumed you would have. And I have to ask if you were as disappointed as I was?"

Yes I was at the time. Very much so. And seeing where the conversation was heading, I decided to show her how disappointed I was versus just simply answering her. After looking at her, I slowly stood up.

By now we had turned our chairs so we were facing each other so when I did, I was directly in front of her. With both her arms resting on the armrests I first made it a point to hold them in place before leaning down. While looking her directly in the eyes I asked... "Does this answer your question?" After which I proceeded to kiss her.

Just briefly, but with lots of emotion. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was the most sensuous kiss I could muster for such a short one. Brief as it was, it was still heavenly with how soft and sweet her lips were, of which I ran my tongue seductively across them before breaking away.

After I did, and with our faces just inches apart... "Well?"

"Does it ever, Lacey. And it's everything I thought it would be."

Without saying a word, I kissed her again. Only this time it was longer, and more passionate.

Donna immediately responded and began moaning softly as we all but mashed our mouths together. Soon as I began probing her lips with my tongue, she quickly parted them so I could insert it and seek out hers. It wasn't long before we were swapping saliva as we took turns sucking each other's tongues.

After what seemed like ten minutes, but in reality was only two or three minutes of some very passionate kissing, we finally had to stop to catch our breath.

Soon as we did... "I hope that was just a tease Lacey, and there's more to come?"

When we talked earlier about our husbands the subject of our sex life at home came up, but neither one of us went into intimate details about it. While it was just a casual discussion, she did mention how hers had become infrequent. Although it didn't seem to be an issue with her. At least not to the degree it is with some of the other girls in our social club. Many who have complained quite openly about the lack of it at our more recent socials.

I also got the impression as with many women late in their marriage, her sex life had become less than satisfying. Hence the reason a lack of it didn't seem to be a concern to her. And while it might not have been obvious to her, it did explain her fantasizing about having sex with another woman as much as she claimed. Or her "obsession" with it as she put it. Nothing like your heterosexual sex life becoming "unfulfilling" to have you seriously thinking about a certain other option.

With that in mind, and realizing she was wanting more than just a passionate kiss or two, I released her arms before I reached for my chair to pull it directly in front of her. After sitting in it with our legs touching I took both her hands in mine before asking... "Are you absolutely sure you want to go any further Donna? As much as I'd like to, you need to be aware that fantasizing about sex with another woman is one thing. Actually engaging in it is another. You could very well regret it for a whole variety of reasons. But I also need to warn you, it very well could be unlike anything you ever experienced. And that could be worse."

"God yes Lacey, just kissing you was unlike anything I ever experienced. I never would have thought I would almost orgasm from just kissing someone."

"I know the feeling Donna, and for someone who's never kissed another woman, you nearly made orgasm too. But trust me when I say it'll pale in comparison to what another woman can do to you beyond just kissing."

"I don't know what to say, Lacey. All I know is I want to experience more. I'd hate myself afterwards if I didn't, and I can't think of anyone I'd want it to be with than you."

After giving it some serious thought while we looked at each other, I finally reached for my phone on the table. After checking the time I asked Donna when she expected her husband home.

When she told me with a big smile on her face after it dawned on her why I would ask, it was obvious we didn't have time for a full blown love session, and in a more appropriate place. Since we didn't, I couldn't help but think of the first time Maureen went down on me. Although it was under the same kind of situation, it still proved to be an amazing introduction to what sex could be like with another woman.

"Since we're short on time Donna, your first time is going to be all about me pleasuring you. You said you've fantasized about having sex with other women, and since it must have included them going down on you, it's exactly what I'm going to do. So don't even think to argue with me about it. Just do as I ask and I promise you won't be sorry." I then thought to add... "But if for any reason you're uncomfortable with it and want me to stop, please say so. Or if you're not comfortable with anything I'm doing. I'll understand completely and won't be hurt if you do."

Without any hesitation... "How could I possibly say no with the way I'm feeling right now. I'm yours to do whatever you want."

After pushing my chair out of the way and grabbing two throw pillows from a nearby loveseat..."Now I want you to raise your ass so I can remove your panties. After I do, you'll need to scoot your ass towards me until it's positioned on the edge of the seat cushion with your legs eventually draped over the arms of the chair.

She didn't hesitate to raise her ass, after which I first removed her sandals before raising the bottom of her sundress up around her waist. I then reached for the bandeau portion of her sundress and pulled it down until her sundress was all bunched up around her waist.

"I hope you don't mind Donna. While we don't have the luxury of time for me to be able to make love to your magnificent tits, I want to at least be able to look at them while I pleasure your pussy."

I would have loved to have made love to them as amazing as they were for a woman our age, but knew once I started I would have gotten carried away.

"What about yours? I haven't even seen them yet, and here you are about to go down on my pussy."

After I thought about it, I unbuttoned my sundress down to my waist and after I slipped out of the top part, I reached around to unclasp my bra and slowly removed it down over my arms. I also thought to remove my hoop earrings so they wouldn't get in the way, or entangled in anything.

Right after I placed my bra and earrings on the table, I rubbed and lifted my tits like I usually do when I first remove my bra.

"Oh my Lacey, what gorgeous tits you have. They're so beautifully shaped and look so soft. Can I at least feel them?"

"Afraid not Donna, at least not now."

Her only reply was an overly exaggerated and comical frowny face.

I then reached for the waistband of her plain white cotton panties, which were visibly soaked in the crotch and half way up the front. I slowly peeled them down her legs until I reached her pretty feet.

Once I had them in hand... "They're all but soaked Donna. I thought you were exaggerating when you said you almost cummed from us kissing."

Before she could reply, and as I looked at her provocatively, I brought them up to my nose and took a long deep whiff. Her womanly scent was heavenly. So intense, I couldn't imagine how I didn't smell her after she first wet herself.

"I can't believe how awesome your essence is, Donna. And I can't wait to smell you directly from the source." Which made her blush.

After throwing her panties onto the table... "By the way, those are going home with me."

After she gave me a quizzical look... "I'll explain later, and don't worry, you'll eventually get them back."

I then asked her to finally drape her legs over the armrests, after which I placed the throw pillows on the concrete patio. One for under each knee, and then took my first look at what was one of the nicest pussies I ever saw up close and personal.

While it was neatly trimmed along the sides, it was easy to see if left untrimmed it would be very hairy. But it wasn't kinky or coarse. While it was thick, it was very silky looking as with the hair on her head, and most of it was confined to her mons pubis and up towards her lower abdomen. Best way to describe it would be a long, wide "landing strip". But hairy as she was on top, there was very little to nearly none on her outer labia, although her clitoral hood and the treasure beneath it were covered by the long silky hair.