Where Exactly Were We?

It started to get chilly so we went inside. I flicked on my home iPod which is nearly all classical music and we stood and looked out the floor to ceiling sliding windows to the Thames with the outline of the Tower of London one way and the Thames Barrier the other. I was slightly behind Sammi and to her left, but very close. I could see all of her. Her hair in those delightful bunches, her slim neck, the white blouse, which was so carelessly buttoned up, or carefully unbuttoned. She had removed the dangly necklace for some reason and as she looked up and down the Thames she fiddled with one of her earrings. That caused the thin cotton to be stretched then relaxed over her boobs, it also made them jiggle deliciously. I was becoming intoxicated by her. I could see the swell of her small breasts and the darker patch of her nipples inside the blouse. Where it slightly parted near the buttonholes as she moved I could see the bare flesh of her boobs above her bra. It really was heady stuff for me. I could see the waistband of the kilt fitting so snugly round her, almost impossibly, narrow, I guessed twenty three or four inch, waist and the flair of the pleated skirt swelling out of her buttocks

"Wow that's a great view of the Tower and Tower Bridge isn't it Amanda?"

"Yes it was a big selling feature of the flat, well a buying one really for Kevin and me, when we bought it."

"Yes it must have been, it's a fantastic view," she said quietly.

"You can actually see the Eye and Big Ben."

"Really? I can't," she said leaning forward and looking to her right.

Without thinking, and I really mean that, I put my right arm round her and rested it on her right shoulder. Being slightly taller than her, when I leaned forward and pointed to our right with my left hand, my right breast pressed against her arm, just above her elbow.

"Look there," I said pointing at the Eye, which was much further south than one imagines. There's a big bend on the river past Blackfriars Bridge I explained.

"No I still can't see it," she said, very quietly.

I sort of pulled on her shoulder and said very throatily I think.

"Look to the left of Tower Bridge, past that big dark blob and then to the right a bit."

I could feel that the point of my nipple, which I knew had hardened totally, was pressed against the back of her arm. She didn't move away, but, if anything, or maybe I was imagining it, she pressed back.

"Can you see it Sammi"? I asked, my fingers pressing slightly more firmly on her shoulder.

"Yes, but I wish I couldn't."

"Why is that?"

"Never mind," she said letting her head falling back against my arm. I went to move away, but suddenly thought 'Why?'

I knew the answer to that. That was that I should not be doing this, contemplating what was in my mind and wondering at her potential reaction.

I pressed more firmly with my hand and said softly, as I pointed further to her right, my left arm now stretched across her body almost touching her boobs.

"If you look there Sam, you can see Big Ben."

"Oh yes, so you can," she muttered, not looking at Big Ben, but more at my arm.

I couldn't stop myself. Now it simply was not possible. In one go, I squeezed her right shoulder with my right hand, pressed my right breast hard against her arm and let my left arm graze across her boobs.

Wonderfully, I heard a little moan slip from her mouth as she let her head fall further back against my shoulder.

She then said what I am sure is the most erotic phrase that has ever been said to me.

"Are you making a pass at me Missus Williams?"

Although I was extremely surprised, I somehow managed to remain cool and remarkably in control.

"Does it feel to you as though I am Miss Cannock?"

She seemed to snuggle her head deeper into the angle of my arm and shoulder so that the back of her head pressed against my other breast.

"Yes Missus Williams, it rather does feel like that."

"Then Miss Cannock," I said softly as I pushed my boobt against the back of her left arm and squeezed her right shoulder very affectionately, "I probably am making a pass at you."

With that 'on the table' as it were, I pulled her so she turned , so that we were facing each other, my hands resting on her shoulders. We looked at each other. I could see what I thought was lust and want in her eyes as she looked at me.

"Kiss me Amanda, please kiss me."

'Oh fuck,' I thought, 'I really should not be getting involved, should not be letting my bi side out, I should not be trying to seduce this young woman. But then I thought, 'Am I seducing her? Or is it just what she wants?

I didn't reply to myself, for suddenly we were in each other's arms and I was indeed kissing her, but I wasn't sure just who was seducing whom, not really.

But at that moment that didn't matter. Nothing mattered, not really. But then when you are aroused and the sexual adrenalin is roaring through you, very often nothing does matter. Nothing other than you and your lover exists, just your body and theirs. And that was exactly as it was as I kissed Sammi. No. It wasn't me kissing Sammi, I realised, we were kissing each other, deeply and passionately.

I broke the kiss and held her face in my hands as I looked into her eyes. I smiled.

"Sammi, have you, er, you have haven 't you?"

She beamed me a gorgeous smile.

"What Missus Williams?"

"Done this before?" I replied running my hands up and down her arms and giving her a peck on her lips.

She looked very serious as she slowly reached up and cupped my breast.

"What you mean had sex with a woman?"

God that sounded so in yer face; so typical of the younh, I thought.

"Yes, you have haven't you?" I groaned as her fingers kneaded my breast.

"Does it feel as though I have, Missus Williams?"

I found myself pressing my hot, aching breast against her hand as I replied, slowly and softly.

"Yes I think it does."

"Then, Missus Williams, boss, I probably have haven't I?"

We kissed again. We touched each other again and then we undressed. Not each other, we didn't claw at each other's clothes or rip them off. Women together often don't do that. Instead, facing each other, looking into each other's eyes, Sammy undid her blouse and I pulled my white tee shirt and pink vee-necked sweater over my head. All the three garments were dropped onto the floor as we eagerly looked at the other's covered breasts.

Mine seemed to be spilling out from the slightly too small bra. I often have this problem for I put on and take off weight easily and frequently. Hence, one month I can be a comfortable, but large C or D cup and then the next my boobs can have swelled up to double D. This plays havoc with my bras and often I can be wearing one that's too large or, one that's too small, as I was today; but I hadn't dressed to be undressed today had? I thought.

Sammi was wearing a white, as good as transparent, bra, which was cut low across each of her boobs almost, but not quite, showing the edges of her areola. As she reached behind her to undo it, she pushed her chest out and I saw their full shape. Pert was the word that came to mind as the diaphanous material was stretched across the small mound and pert stayed in my mind as she bared them for me. They were gorgeous and I worried a little as I removed my bra at what she would think of my fucking great mammories; not all people like big tits. I needn't have been concerned though, for the look in her eyes, the little gasp and her saying, "Oh Amanda," gave me the reassurance I needed.

It can be so difficult for a woman when she is about to make love to another female. There is always that worry about comparing your body to hers; and that's especially the case I was realising, when one woman is years older than the other, and fuck she was much younger than me, something I had never experienced before.

Almost as soon as I had released my overgrown tits from the restrictions of the Lejaby bra, we were in each others arms. We squirmed our mouths and writhed our bodies together. It was a glorious feeling, one that I had not experienced for so long and one that I had almost, but not quite forgotten; but then how can one forget the feel of another woman's breasts against your own? Alright, mine rather engulfed hers but her youthful firmness more than made up for that.

I suddenly realised that we were still standing by the floor to ceiling window and that we the light behind us. Alright it was a longshot, but passers by and neighbours might just be able to see us. I pulled her away into the centre of the room.

"The window, someone might see us," I explained.

"Oh yes, of course" she muttered.

She really did look fantastic. Now just in her kilt and white tights, I could see her lovely little breasts, which I noticed were fully tanned. It hit me, that at her age, she has always been able to sunbathe topless, so has probably never had white marks. It also made me wonder if she even had any white bits anywhere? 'But I will soon find out' I thought, nearly giggling.

Away from potentially prying eyes we kissed again. After a while, when both Sammi's and my hands had visited the others back and bum, I broke away and murmured.

"Maybe madam would like to see her bedroom now?"

"Mmmmm, what a delicious thought Missus Williams."

"Come with me then," I said taking her hand.

As I led her up the open staircase and past the mezzanine floor where my daughter's bedroom and the study were located and up the next flight to the master bedroom suite, I had those guilty feelings again, largely I guess because I was thinking of my Sara.

"Oh God Amanda, this is fantastic," she said as I led her into my bedroom.

It was a nice room, but praising that as we made our way to the king sized bed hardly seemed appropriate, but then Sammi was young and hardly out of student life. So I put that to one side as she gushed over the size of the room, the bank of mirrored floor to ceiling wardrobes down one side and the sliding doors, again floor to ceiling, on the other. The thick pile, white carpet, the vast bed and the outside balcony that was facing south so was a suntrap and was totally secluded enabling me, when I wished, to sun bathe in the nude.

"Would you like the bathroom, maybe a shower?" I asked. I knew I was showing off a bit by opening the door to the wet room complete with a two huge, shower heads, a large cubicle, and a sunken kidney shaped bath.

"Oh Amanda," she said grabbing me and kissing me as she pressed her lovely, slim body against mine. "It is truly beautiful, everything is, may I have a shower."

Smiling, I thought to myself 'My home has never seduced any one before.'

It was such a lovely, exciting, gratifying and thoroughly enjoyable sight to watch Sammi, quickly undo the button and zip on the kilt, push it down and step out of it. Now dressed just in her white tights with the outline of a white thong under it she looked even more fantastic, if that's possiblec.

"I hope you don't think I'm being forward, boss," she said laughing, "But I just adore lovely showers," she went on as with no sign of self-consciousness at all she rolled her tights down her legs. As this young, slender, vital and so attractive body was revealed to my gaze, the ache inside me reached extraordinarily high proportions. 'God how I want her' I thought, knowing it was probably wrong and that I should not be trying to indulge my bi desires on such a young woman. But as she stood there slipping her thong off, I wondered, 'Am I really seducing her?' I doubted it.

Naked she went to go into the wet room.

"Here let me show you how it all works," I said going into the room first adding, "There are so many different settings."

Impishly and quite coquettishly, with her arms across her breasts and her hands covering her pubes, Sammi said, softly.

"Well I assumed, Amanda, that you would be in the shower with me showing me the controls."

Smiling, I replied. "Is that what you would like Sammi?"

"Yes very much," she replied, moving her arms and hands and arms and revealing her entire body with all of its most womanly places to me. She was certainly a natural blonde.

As nice as it had been watching the young blonde undress, it was as daunting to me to do the same. I am always like that when with a lover, male or female, for the first time. I suppose it's the fear of them not liking my 'fuller figure.' The concern at them being put off by the sag of my D and at times, and this was one of them, double D, child suckled breasts. The worry that the slight excess on my hips and bum and the discernible swell of my tummy due to my negligence after the birth of my daughter might put them off. All of those things combine as my last vestiges of clothing are removed and I am laid bare, as I have no place to hide, stretch my back, hold my breath in or turn away. So as all of that happened when I slipped my jeans down and wiggled out of the dark blue lacy thong, I was, almost, trembling with worry.

The adoring look in Sammi's eyes and her exclamation. "Oh Amanda, you are so beautiful," was precisely what I needed to overcome those doubts and feelings; I'm such a soft touch for flattery, especially where my body is concerned.

Showering with a lover is always a delight and with Sammi that was no exception. The water cascading down on both of us moulded our hair to our heads, necks and shoulders and made our skin glisten. As well as looking like drowned rats, we both also looked so smooth and svelte and, as we touched each other, we learned that was not just how we looked, but also how our bodies felt. Sammi's was especially smooth, like silk, and soft, so wonderful to my touch. I had forgotten that. But I had not forgotten, although it was a memory from a dim and distant past, the feel of a woman's body against mine. The sensations of having a female in my arms our bodies touching from our lips to our toes, our breasts and bellies squashed together our pubic mounds gently caressing the other, hit me in what was like a drunken surge of remembrance. It was wonderful.

But then the whole experience was.

Kissing in the shower, feeling the water pour all over me, stroking her body, soaping it and washing it, making her perfectly clean for the lovemaking that was soon to come. Caressing the magnificently rounded orbs of her bum, running my fingers and hands over her glorious curves, upwards and downwards, into little crevices and over larger swells. Touching her back, her shoulders, neck and face. Feeling her collar bones and chest and then, wonderfully, moaningly magnificently and groaningly gorgeously cupping her breasts. Her full, yet small and perfectly formed, youthfully pert tits. Those squashingly arousing little mounds of yielding flesh, capped so beguilingly by her two, small, coral pink areolas and nicely sized and erotically erect nipples that I just knew would fit so wonderfully between my teeth when I sucked them later, as we both now knew that I would.

As effectively as the cascading water removed our signs of perspiration, so it washed away my doubts and concerns. Sammi's eager acceptance of me and my advances, her avid responses and her readiness to reveal herself to me made this a mutual excursion into Sapphic delight. At that moment in that shower in my home we both gave ourselves up to the demands and needs of our bisexual tendencies. Yes at that time we became what our minds and bodies demanded of us, lesbians.

The, 'I shouldn't be doing this' beliefs were totally replaced by my strong need to make full and complete love to Sammi. Of equal importance was my desire for her to make similarly complete love to me.

It's so different to being with a guy. With him, one way or another, you are being taken, invaded, overcome and penetrated. With a her, it is so mutual. Maybe not for all women, for of course there are dykes around who want to dominate their conquest and consume them, just as a man does. But 'lipsticks,' as Sammi and I knew we were, are not like that. Sure, one may lead the other, the differing levels of confidence, experience and need requires that. But essentially, it is the most marvellous, two-way, mutually coming together, in more ways than one, that man, in its widest sense, has created. And during that marvellous night in my bed, we tried to explore every aspect of that.

We kissed for so long as our bodies became attuned to the exploration of the other's hands. We kissed for even longer as we became used to the other's fingers pushing, pressing and sliding. We gasped with the excitement of our lover's hands on our breast, our nipples, our thighs and our vulvas. We opened ourselves up to our partner and gloried in the feelings of them entering our body and of us entering theirs. The feeling of Sammi's warm wetness as I slid two straightened fingers inside brought back all those memories from so long ago; can a woman's lubricated insides be so hot, I had to ask my self

I made her cum just before she did the same to me.

I sucked those lovely little nipples into my mouth just before she sucked my fuller, more bloated, child influenced areola and nipples into hers.

And I made her cum again sucking on her tits and finger fucking her cunt, which she opened for me by spreading her legs and bending her knees.

"Yes Amanda, I have been with women before," she told me suddenly, obviously in response to my earlier question.

We rested, we drank some wine, we dried each other's hair and we cleansed ourselves again. We went back downstairs clad in white robes and watched the river through the tall windows as a Bach Violin Concerto oozed from the stereo.

We went back to bed.

"No I haven't," she said as I rested my head on her frustratingly, but attractively flat stomach, when I queried whether she had made oral love to a woman.

"I have only had sex with girls in clubs and cars, never in bed," she told me as I eased her slender thighs apart and gazed at my lovers glistening vagina.

She tasted so sweet. She was wet and ready and she held her own breasts as I sucked and licked her clit and lips and probed my tongue and fingers inside her. I was surprised at how long we went on like this. Either, I smiled after she moaned and grunted her shuddering body to a wonderful climax, I have lost my touch or, my memory is poor from when I last sucked a woman all those years ago.

But then, when just moments later her golden hair was rustling against my opened thighs and, regrettably not as, flat stomach, I too seemed to last for so long. She was such a natural, licking the length of my gaping slit, tonguing my clit and stroking her fingers all over my thighs, tummy and bottom.

We slept. Not for that long as it wasn't late, only elevenish and we had the rest of the night and, presumably, tomorrow as well at our disposal.

And how ell we used that time. Sammi did stay all day on the Saturday and all night. We had a lovely girly time, and an amazingly sexual time, the combination creating for both of us a unique experience.

The girly time included brunch in Borough Market and buying food for our dinner, shopping in Knightsbridge and Chelsea, tea in Portobello Road and then a leisurely drive into Essex on the Sunday stopping for lunch in a delightful little pub in the country. Magic.

The sexual time included us making love several more times on the Saturday night. We made the other cum with our hands and fingers, tongues and mouth. Sammi licked me to a gigantic orgasm as I sucked her to an equally strong explosion. Just before we eventually slept for the night we lay side by side, head to stomach enjoying the most amazing mutual climax.

I had bought her some underwear in Harvey Nics and before we prepared dinner on the Saturday I said she should model it for me. Coming down the stairs in the 'vamps uniform' of all black bra, thong and seemed, fishnet hold-ups she looked awesome, especially because of the way that the colour of the sexy underwear was in such wonderful contrast to her golden blondeness.