The Bridesmaid Ch. 03

It's been three weeks since I last saw her. I'd visited her flat, but tonight we've been out for supper. We've been communicating virtually every other day in between, talking about our lives and generally sharing. Everything seems quite deep on her part, she almost acts like we're partners.

We pull into my drive, stop the car and turn off the engine. There is no one home and apart from the flood lights shining onto my garage door, the rest of the house is in complete darkness.

I look at bridesmaid and smile. "Come on."

We get out of the car and walk arm in arm to the front door, lights illuminate the pathway every meter that we walk, a meter ahead of us at a time. "Wow, lovely house. I didn't realise I was seeing a millionaire."

I keep quiet and unlock the front door. The hallway lights come on automatically lighting our way. "Ladies first" I say ushering her through.

I follow her in and gaze at her pert arse as she enters my house. She places her night bag down, it's a tan leather bag, similar to an old fashioned doctors bag but bigger.

I throw my keys into a bowl by the front door. Taking her soft hand, I pull her into me and we kiss and cuddle by the front door.

I briefly compare the two of us in the mirror, two completely different women embracing. Her glowing naturally tanned complexion compared to my whiteness. Our faces, hers a youthful, slim and narrow face, with its almost permanent beaming smile and mine a rounder older face, with a positive expression.

Her slight frame, her small beautiful cleavage and my heavier hour glass figure and huge chest.

She's 22 and I'm 38, I know I'm pretty, but I think we look like mother and daughter, to which she says I'm daft. I know she really adores me, which I honestly appreciate. I've made my mind up though, that this will be the last time we see each other. I don't know when to break it to her.

She used the 'love' word the last time I saw her. She's just said that we're seeing each other. I think that she's taking our relationship too seriously. I enjoy her and the sex, if I'm honest it's just sex that I want. I have lots of friends I talk to and see, I don't need another.

I won't break up tonight though. I need a good hard rogering and my evening has been leading to it.

"You're the first girl I've ever brought home" I say. "This has only happened as my children are both away, so I thought we can both make the most of this" I continue.

"It's a lovely house." She responds arms round me looking about. "I'm not here to look around though, there's only one room for me to see." She grins. We kiss again, the usual butterflies and summersaults take place in my stomach.

"Night cap?" I offer.

She nods, "Thank you."

I lead the way into the living room, "Lights, dim" I say loudly. The room brightens softly almost immediately, I make my way to the drinks cabinet and pour two single whiskeys.

I walk over to the settee where she has sat and hand her a glass. "Thank you" she says.

Sitting next to her I glance at her legs, the light shines off of the smoothness off her shin, her smart sling back high heeled shoes tone her calfs.

"You look amazing" she tells me, placing her drink on the coffee table. I sip mine and hold it in my lap. She leans over to me and kisses my shoulder and neck.

"I can't wait to get that skirt off!" She's stroking my thigh over the fabric. My skirts long, it drops to midcalf. I'm wearing grey heels that match my skirt and shirt.

"You're arse is just delightful" she whispers. "Are you wearing stockings?" Her hand rubs the top of the suspender clip she's felt.

"You'll have to wait and see" I reply, catching my breath. I'm yearning for her, but I'm trying to play it cool.

"Jeez!" Is her reply, her kisses around my neck are getting harder and I turn my head to take in her soft tongue. She hasn't touched her whiskey.

Her hands track across my paunch and to the belt, a small slim belt and she undoes the buckle.

I'm hot with tension, I want her now. She unbuttons my blouse, it's tight around my waist and is tailored to accommodate my ample bosom. The fabric is thick, and I have a further surprise for her when she manages to get it open.

With my shirt now undone, her soft kisses paint my upper chest. I sit there taking pleasure in the moment and take another sip of my drink.

"Come on, upstairs!" I lean down and place my glass on the floor by the seat. I get up and seductively walk to the staircase and up the stairs.

I make my way to the bedroom, I hear her shoes on the floor, she's taking longer than I thought she should. I hear her downstairs and wonder if she got lost. Then I remember the bag she had.

She eventually makes her way upstairs. "Your house is massive, where are you?" She shouts.

"Here!" I reply.

"Very funny." She responds. "Where's here?"

"Right at the top of the stairs, left landing, first door on left." I direct her.

She eventually makes it to my room, I'm sitting on the bed waiting for her.

She smiles at me from the doorway, takes her shoes off and plants her bag on the floor. She starts racing over to me. "Your bedroom, in fact all of the rooms in your house are bigger than my flat." She's amazed.

I ignore her comment at first, but understand her sentiment. "I've worked hard all my life, I was the first person in my family to go to University, and I've raised two children, all on my own. You can do the same." I eventually say, hoping to motivate her. I don't think for one minute she won't be successful. She has the attributes of an intelligent and independent woman.

I was a little slut in my late teens and early twenties, it led to two children to whom I dedicate myself. I never settled down, and never had a long relationship with a man, all of my relationships have been with men until this year, but none of them last, and most of them non sexual as I got older. I realise now that this is because I am 100% lesbian. Something that I never worked until recently.

"Anyway, you sexy girl, come over here and fuck me. I've got something for you!"

She doesn't waste a second and joins me on the bed. She opens the rest of the buttons of my shirt and her eyes almost pop.

"Oh my gosh." She mutters, pulling my shirt off me, raking my arms out of the sleeves.

She exposes my black long line bra, my boobs look massive in the lacey cups, and the zip between is begging to be zipped down.

She eagerly moves towards it. "Uh, uh, uhh!" I wag a finger at her. Her eybrows arch with a disppointed frown.

"To get to them, I want you naked and my skirt on the floor."

She springs up, and reaches under her left arm and pulls the tiny zip down. She slowly lowers the straps from her shoulders, pausing for them to drop naturally to her elbows, she wriggles the top down, and the dress falls to her navel. She is braless, and the pert proud breasts are there, soft and inviting. I feel my clit stiffen and my pussy leak.

She snakes one arm at a time from the loose straps.

God she knows how to strip seductively.

The dress balances on her hips, she turns her back to me, and with one shake of her stunning arse, the dress drops.

I have to lift my jaw from the floor, she looks at me over her shoulder, places a finger seductively between her teeth and winks.

If I could cum, from a simple show, it would be now.

She turns to face me, her bald fanny hiding between her crossed legs. I beckon her over with my finger and she approaches. I spend no time at all taking my own skirt off, she's won.

She checks me out, my lacy knickers pulled up over my long suspenders, exposing plenty of my creamy thigh, my fishnet stockings, and my heels.

She lays on the bed with me and we kiss and fondle. Our hands gently exploring our bodies, feeling our curves and legs. We stroke our faces and play with each others hair tucking strands behind each others ears, I'm looking into her beautiful eyes, our noses an inch apart.

We kiss, passionately. She breaks and works her way down my body. Soft kisses, on my neck, my chest, and now, she takes the small zipper between her teeth and undoes my bra.

My breasts are released, she takes them in her hands and massages them. She kisses them, squeezes them together and puts her face between them. I feel her breath on me, the dampness of her kisses are cooled as her breath hits them.

She kisses and sucks at my nipples, licking and exciting them, she treats them delicately and carefully.

She kisses my stomach, tracing down to my belly button. Her tongue soft and gentle. She's at my suspender belt, my knickers are sodden in anticipation. She gently slides them down, my waxed cunt exposed, she brings them down my legs, firmly holding my thighs and calfs straight.

She spreads my legs, and like a kitten laps at my womanly fluids. She uses her tongue expertly and opens my folds taking in my feminine aromas.

I push myself towards her, her tongue fucking is sure and steady. I've said before I will say it again, she is well practiced in the art of cunnilingus.

I feel her fingers inside me, my clit is being sucked on, the euphoric bliss is sensational. My slickness is helping her fingers work their magic. My clit is hard and throbbing, and my moans fill the air.

She is working wonders, I grip the bed, and feel the torrent of an orgasm rage over me. I moan and cum, I writhe as she continues to finger me, and she licks more of my liquids from me.

She gets up from and looks at me. "My turn?"

"Definitely!" I get up from the bed and I kneel at the foot, she places herself just in front of me. Her gorgeous honeypot is there to be devoured.

I gently open her thighs to have better access to the hot love box. I kiss the insides of her slim thighs and sink my tongue between her legs.

She moans approvingly, I savour every bit of the experience. Her pussy is beautiful, it's a perfect slit, her little clit is hiding behind its petite hood. I lick, I kiss, and I adore it.

The glistening hole is tight and wonderful, I slowly poke and push my way up it. Her moans are more meaningful, she lifts a knee over my shoulder and her leg down my back, that's still carrying the front opening bra, with my tits exposed. She pulls me closer with her smooth leg. I delve inside her with my tongue as far as I can reach. I'm feasting and enjoying. She is writhing and relishing my attempts to bring her off.

The sensation of her soft smooth legs against me feels elegant and satiny.

Her delightful tang is luscious against my tongue. Her hot hole is getting wetter, and she soon comes against my face.

She falls back on the bed recovering, I kiss her cute feet, her ankles and her smooth calfs. I delight in kissing her firm thighs and just fucked quim. I lick her tight stomach and her perfect breasts. Her small nipples standing to attention. I get to her mouth for a kiss of pure passion, we clench in a tight embrace, and lay for a while.

"Can I use my strapon on you?" She eventually asks, almost pleading. I reply, eyes glowing and a big smile "No need to ask!"

She's off the bed practically running to her bag, opening it and grabbing the harnessed member. She is stumbling over herself to get it on. I watch on in amused anticipation.

She's over to me, she throws something onto the bed. "Show me that stunning derriere of yours."

I stand and bend over the bed, my suspenders stretching over my thick white posterior. She places her face into it and runs her tongue along the crack of my cheeks.

Probing for my arsehole. She's pushing with her tongue. She flicks across my arse cleavage, the way she dances and flicks across my hole I flinch. She uses her fingers to play, rub and stroke my bumhole.

"I'm so going to fuck you." Her hand is now over my pussy, spreading my wet freshly eaten beaver. She prepares my minge, fingering it again and readying me for the rogering I'd been so looking forward too. She takes hold of my waist and pulls me onto her phony todger.

I gasp with the thrill of pleasure as it slides unimpeded up my channel. The pleasure is exhilarating. She has plunged the schlong into me as fully as she can. It is so stunning I feel myself creating the juices that baste the fantastic beast. I think I can feel it sloshing, as it slides up my birth canal.

It's not just the fact I'm being fucked by this sizeable member, but by the woman who is taking me. This beautiful, wonderful young lady. That alone sends tremors through me. I offer myself freely to her, bending over for her to have her way. She's unchallenged, as I'm easily there for the taking.

Her soft hands are feeling me, caressing me. She is taking me so sensually.

My mighty melons are hanging below me, between my out-stretched arms holding me up. They swing like weighty pendulums in time with each of her drillings.

The smacks of her legs against the backs of mine are blissfully soft, getting slightly louder and harder at a gradual accelerating pace.

She has stamina, she has been digging me out for a while now. I've discovered that I am a vocal lover. I just haven't been effectively fucked before.

My moans are getting louder, as I try to reverse onto her, and as she pushes in. The buzzing in my head signals the start of my climax, waves of my closing gratification are flowing from my stomach and through my body.

My legs start feeling weak, my arms fail me as I drop face first into the bed. I bite the bedding to muffle my howl. This beauty has rogered me with perfection. She slows her pace to a stop and takes solid plastic cock from sweating snatch.

I sense her drop to her knees and feel her dive into my nether regions, I spread my legs and use my hands to open my just fucked hole for her. She eats my gungy twat from behind.

Her lips and tongue savouring my expelled liquids. I feel the smearing across my fanny. She is practically drinking me.

Her hand is now furiously fucking my hole again, its a quick one, I'm bucking back against her. She must have three fingers in my sodden love box... And I cum.

I'm gripping my duvet, and trying to escape her. The thrill is exhausting.

I might just get some rest. I hope so. I kick my shoes off and pull myself onto the bed. She climbs up behind me.

"Bott bott sex now" She is insatiable. She picks up the tube of lube from the bed, squirts it onto her hands and smears my arsehole with it. She strokes the already slimy shaft.

I'm on my side, I use my hand to open my crack further for her. She lines up and pushes to enter. Once again, no contest, my bum bashed arse accepts her schlong a bit too easily.

In she goes, I groan for the entirety of the slow, but full penetration. Now for my buggering to begin. Given how accepting my dirt box is, she fucks me with more vigor.

She is like a Duracell bunny. She won't stop ploughing me with her strapon. It's a good job she wasn't born a boy. She'd be a sex pest with that thing.

She fucks me hard and fast on the way up me, and withdraws with excruciating slowness that sends pleasurable shivers up my spine.

Hard in again, I'm so accepting, she is smashing my guts with her toy. Once again there is slurping from one of my holes.

I grin and grimmace. The pleasure and pain of this arse fuck is wild.

The smell of my foul aroma is filling the room. The sound of arse is loud and unpleasant. I cover my eyes with my hand. I feel utterly ashamed of myself and embarrassed.

I'm loving every minute if it.

I try and hide my face as the back shafting becomes more intense. I bite my hand trying not to scream. I reach back to hold her behind me. She takes my hand and our fingers entwine, and it is then, at this moment I give in to the passion.

I squeeze her hand for the duration of this cum. I love the experience, and I love that I've been fucked by a beautiful girl in my bed. We melt together, as a sweaty mess onto the bed and hold each other.

She takes the strapon off, and I hear it drop to the floor. She lies close to me with her legs open, resting. With her back to me I kiss her shoulder and nuzzle her neck. My finger tips glide down her body. She trembles at my touch.

She rolls over and kisses me. My hand finds its prize, her hot snatch. I feel her throbbing little clit. I slide my finger over it and through her slick lips. I find her hole and insert my finger. She moans softly into me.

The tightness around my finger, its smearing it. Gently I explore her and delve further, I arch my finger and I find her spot within. I

massage the soft bobbly area with my finger tip, slowly and gently. Her eyes fixed on mine, "Oh. Fuck!" She says. She smiles and kisses me.

I keep my finger there gently but firmly drawing circles on the bumpy patch. She presses herself onto my finger, her hips gyrate. "Fucking, yes" her kisses are long and soft, she cradles my head. I watch her face, its beautiful and lost in the moment of this fuck I'm giving her.

My finger continues inside of her, the wetness inside, her pussy is slick and swollen, her shaved mound and throbbing clit firmly pushed against my hand.

I feel her muscles within her tense for a moment her body shakes a little, "Fuck, don't stop." She almost shouts.

I continue, the contractions I feel inside her are short and strong. She moves her head into mine, she moans each time I feel the contractions bite, several times at least.

Within moments, they stop, she pants and closes her eyes. "That's the best fuck I've ever had, no word of a lie." She removes my hand and holds my sticky fingers, they feel a little shrivelled from her wetness.

We're both dozing, I get up and go to the en-suite. I use the toilet, and clean myself up. My holes feel used. I brush my teeth, take off my makeup, and carefully remove my stockings and suspenders and head back to bed.

I look at the naked young woman who is on my bed. I've just given her the best fuck and I feel sorry. Tomorrow I will talk to her, and this will be all over. I get into bed and spoon her.

Its morning, 1030am, it was a restful sleep. She is wrapped around me. I roll her off me. She stirs, and I lie still, internally laughing at my trying to get up without waking her.

I eventually get out of bed, she's on her back, her pussy is on display. It's so pretty. I resist all temptation to lick her out and go to brush my teeth and wash my face.

I throw on a tight T-shirt and some shorts accentuating my already big arse. I place an oversized nightshirt on the bed and take myself downstairs to the kitchen, collecting our glasses from the living room on the way.

I flick the kettle on and look out of the kitchen window to the garden. I wonder, do I end it, or do I let her fuck me again.

My body is urging me to take the fuck. My brain and conscience is telling me to finish it and not give her false expectations.

"Hey, I found you." I see her at the kitchen door. Her hair is down and messy, she is glowing and her smile is there. She'd make someone a thankful partner.

"Morning sleepy. Fancy a coffee, kettles on?" I greet her.

She walks over smiling at me. "Great night, thank you. Coffee please." She kisses my cheek, rests her head against mine and runs her hand over me and squeezes my arse. She takes a seat at a kitchen stool.

"You're welcome. I think it's me to thank you. You are a fantastic lover." I smile at her. Her look is a little embarrassed and she quickly looks away.

"I'm only fantastic because of you." She now looks back at me adoringly. I feel the butterflies and my tummy summersaults. It's not the same as usual when I'm with her. It's not because my bowels and entrails were whisked up by her fucking either.

"Look," she starts, "I'm just going to come out with it. I want us to be exclusive. We're good together, you're gorgeous, we get on really well. I'm hoping you feel the same, I think you do, otherwise I wouldn't be laying this out to you."