Would You Like To Be Her?

Although your hands did not go all the way up my legs and onto my panty covered crotch, they did go most of the way up and onto the cheeks of my bottom. Several times they slid slightly inside the leg holes of my panties.

"Sorry Cat, I am getting some oil on your lovely bikini knickers," I heard you say, as if from afar

Nothing else happened for a moment or two. I simply lay there as you, presumably, simply stared at my bum. That excited me. It played to my latent sense of exhibitionism that had come to the fore when Richard my ex had taken 'glamour' photos of me. I may even have slightly wiggled my bottom a little.

"We really need to get to those delicious glutes, don't we Cat?"

I recalled vaguely that was the name of the large muscles that create the cheeks of one's bottom, but I did not get the significance of your remark.

"Yes," I whispered.

Resting a hand right on my cheek you said rather huskily. "We have to get to those very nice and very sexy glutes and massage them don't we?" you went on quietly. That excited me even more, but nowhere near as much as your next words did for you said.

"They are lovely panties Cat, but also, very unnecessary," as I felt you slip your hands into the waistband.

You didn't wait for my comment or agreement. You didn't ask and you did not hesitate. Excitingly you simply assumed my agreement, you took over and took control and that made my pulses race and my heart pound, with desire, I suppose.

"After all we are all girls together so lLift up a little for me," you said quietly as your fingers pulled on the waist-band. '"Fuck she's taking my knickers off,'" I thought as I did as you asked and lifted myself up. And that is exactly what you did, took my knickers off. It was an amazing feeling to be lying there on that mattress, my eyes closed, the room dim with soothing, classical music playing as this young woman, kneeling beside me her bare leg, pressing against mine slid my panties down my legs. I knew that you must have seen all of my bottom and probably my pussy as well from between the backs of my slightly parted thighs, which I closed. I smiled as horse and stable door came to mind!

I knew then, that with that most erotic of gestures that this was definitely not going to be a straight massage. And from then on it wasn't. All pretence at anything other than this being sexual had gone. Your touch became softer, more of a caress than a massage, you went nearer to my more intimate places and your body, mainly your knees and legs came into more frequent contact with mine.

I had expected that when 'the action' started I would be nervous and be torn as to whether I would really go through with it and do whatever sexual act or acts turned out to be on your agenda. But I wasn't. In fact it was quite the opposite. I enjoyed being naked, having your fingers run over my bare bum and having your eyes gaze at me. I had found you removing my panties to be an incredible turn on, your light touches to be soothing yet arousing and your legs pressing against my hips and legs exciting. The combination of these made me a little nervous for clearly I knew they were the precursor to me doing something much bigger; just what that was I wasn't sure. But what I did know was that I would do something sexual with you.

I felt you shuffle behind where my feet lay on the bed. You took hold of both of my ankles and without asking pulled them apart, so that my upper legs were wide open. You didn't say anything but simply did it. I also said nothing, but more importantly I did nothing, I just lie there and let you spread my legs into a position where my most sexual and feminine places were exposed to your gaze. I knew also that soon they would not just be exposed to your gaze. That sent yet another strong ripple of arousal through me.

I have never thought of myself as being sexually submissive. With Richard and David, with whom I had my one and only affair, I had nearly always been a sexual equal, sometimes being the initiator and occasionally being dominant with them. Yet I was getting almost as much excitement from the way that you were controlling and directing events and yes, dominating me, as I was from what you were doing to me, although I realised, you had not yet done anything to me.

However, that changed quickly. Still lying on my front, I suddenly got the most stringent charge of sexual arousal as I felt your fingertips glide up the inside of my left thigh, stopping just millimetres from where my pussy lie open, wet and waiting. But waiting for what I wondered; a finger, several of them, a tongue, a vibrator or all of them?

I felt your knees against the soles of my feet, you were pressing there as you caressingly massaged my inner, upper legs. Even in the dim light, you could not have avoided seeing my pussy lips, I wondered if they were glistening with my excretions.

You lifted one foot. You caressed and massaged my ankle, my instep, the arch and each of the toes. That was surprisingly erotic. Lifting it further you pressed, quite hard, on the sole, massaging all over that and the ball of my foot. Then, you rubbed the bottom of my foot against you. I was not sure, though what part of your body that was, well not at first that is. Then I realised that my foot was being pressed against your tummy and that you were moving it upwards, further and further until it was pressed against a bulge. Then it hit me like a punch in the stomach, you were pressing my foot against your breast and that was bare. 'Fuck she has taken her bra off' crashed into my mind.

I felt you shuffle between my opened legs, your knees pressing against my legs, just above my knees pushing them even wider apart. I knew that you must be staring at my open pussy. Your hands found my bum, squeezed each cheek and rolled the flesh around, kneading and squeezing it and then pulling my cheeks apart. I could feel you leaning forward and then had I a fabulous sensation, one that I had never experienced before. I felt you blowing firstly, along the crease between each cheek, then right on my bum hole and then all along the cheeks of my pussy. It was an amazing feeling and I couldn't stop a deep grunt of pleasure slipping from my mouth as my entire body jerked and my bum wiggled at him.

"Nice?" You asked, moving your face away.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned back.

"Good," you went on rewarding me by replacing your breath with your finger and running that gently right along the length of the crease in my bum.

"Are you anal, Cat?" you rather surprised me by asking.

I wasn't sure quite what you meant so maybe rather naively I asked. "You mean anal sex?"

"Yes, do you like anal play as part of your foreplay?"

"Yes," I grunted feeling amazed that you were asking such questions in such a matter of fact manner. I was even more amazed when I realised that they didn't faze me.

"And penetration?" you asked pressing your finger right on my hole.

"Maybe," I sighed loving the pressure'

But you stopped, moved your hands away and said quietly. "I think it's time for your front now. Turn over please Cat."

Inevitably as I struggled to lift my body and turn so the cups of my unclipped bra fell away from my boobs. Unconsciously, I grabbed it and went to put it back in place on my breasts. You reached out and took hold of my bra. and said with a mischievous smile on your face.

"We don't want to get oil on it do we Cat?"

I looked up at you and saw that you had replaced or slid back into position your bra.

You had that beguiling smile on your face as you gently tugged on my bra. It seemed such a natural thing to do so, with our gazes locked I let go. The cups seemed to glide almost as if in slow motion off my breasts and on to the bed.

"You have lovely breasts," you whispered as, momentarily I thought you were going to touch them, but you did not.

"Thank you Sarah, you do too," I replied as almost mesmerised I watched you slip your bra off and drop it on the floor.

"Only fair Cat," you breathed adding. "Now lie back.

You then gave me one of the loveliest scalp and face massages I had ever had, something I find immensely erotic even when performed by a straight masseuse or a hairdresser. As the lovely, more erotic than sexual, if there is a difference, feelings flowed through me, my mind was consumed with wondering what would come next. I wondered just how far you would take me into, and it made me gasp when it registered, the world of lesbian sex!

Those questions had to remain unanswered though, at least for a while, for you started to massage the front of my shoulders along my collar bone. My eyes were tightly closed, but I knew you would have to be leaning forward from your kneeling position. I frequently felt the silky touch of your skin on my arm, brush across my face and once or twice slip across the side of my breasts.

I felt other things touch my arms and I opened my eyes to see the tip of your nipple brushing against my shoulder, and the nipple was hard; god was that turn on?

Your hands were softly massaging that area between my collar bones and where the flesh became fuller as my breasts flare out from my chest. Your fingers were rotating in little circles, moving steadily downwards, although when they moved down a few inches they would then go back up again to near my collar bone. Down, then up, up towards my shoulders, down towards my breasts, up to nice feelings, but not sexual and down towards the erotic playground of my breasts and nipples, where the feelings were totally sexual.

You took your time. Nothing was rushed. You moved forward a little and waited to make sure I was comfortable before taking a further tiny step. I was grateful for that, but also incredibly aroused by it for I felt that you were leading me slowly towards an inevitable conclusion, but as yet I had no real idea what that would be.

Your fingers strayed downwards in those little rotations until they reached where my full breasts reared up from my upper chest. They would venture, almost enquiringly, onto the softer flesh, press on that and then retreat back to the 'safer ground' above where the swells started. Each time they crossed that boundary and ventured into the 'forbidden territory' of my breast flesh, they went a little further. Each time they climbed further up the sensitive mound and went nearer to the coral pink centres of my nipples that inevitably were stunningly hard and aching.

Although I kept my eyes closed most of the time, I opened them occasionally and our gazes locked. We smiled at each other and you licked your lips, a gesture that I found particularly suggestive.

You continued with the charade of pretending to ask my permission and all the time going further onto each of my breasts. It was agony, it was ecstasy, it was teasing and amazingly arousing as slowly you primed me, got me ready and prepared me for my first venture into what I had become so curious about, lesbian sex.

My eyes were tightly closed, my teeth were clenched and I was gripping the bed-clothes as my breasts got ready for your final assault. I wanted you to hurry, but you knew precisely what you were doing and continued at the languidly erotic pace until you knew that you had me, hook, line and sinker. Then and only then did you cup my breasts, capture my nipples between your fingers and squeeze the succulently, sensitive flesh of each mound.

The grunt that escaped from my mouth was almost animalistic, my body trembled, and I writhed my bottom and arched my back pushing myself against your hands. You really did have me now and it was fantastic

"Oh yes," I moaned as you squeezed and rolled my tits around. You pinched my nipples with just the right amount of pressure and pulled them quite hard. You pushed the two, more than a handful sized orbs together squeezing them into one mass of tit flesh, and you pushed your fingers into the crevice between them.

I opened my eyes and looked at you staring at them and at me.

"Oh Cat you have such lovely breasts, they are gorgeous," you whispered cupping and kneading the pliable flesh. "And such gorgeous nipples," you went on pinching them and thenm pulling each in turn so they stretched to their maximum length.

I watched your eyes slowly run downwards and remembered that you had earlier removed my panties so that my entire body was exposed. I had momentarily forgotten they had gone so excited was I from you uncovering my thirty five inch double D's. It felt wonderful to see the lust and desire in your eyes as I flaunted my nudity at you. You had got it just right. Earlier and I may have been alarmed and embarrassed and later I would have become too frustrated. Smiling slightly I squirmed my body as if inviting your further attention, which of course I was although I still had no idea what that might be. I smiled as I thought to myself, 'a duck to water.'

You were kneeling behind my head. "Mmmm, lovely, so lovely," you murmured, bending over me so that your thighs and stomach pressed against my face obliterating my sight.

Your hands slid further and further down my body. Past my tits, over my lower chest, onto my hips, along my stomach, into my landing strip of pubic hair, across my mound and, with no hesitation at all right between my legs that I so willingly opened for you.

Your fingers made a cursory caress of my pussy lips before unfolding the pink petals above them. Unlike men, you found my clit immediately, but then that is your job I smiled, revelling in the more extreme sensations now roaring through my body. I opened and closed my eyes and loved the way that each time I opened them I saw that you was staring deeply into them.

Although neither of us spoke a word the emotional and sexual exchange was enormous, well at least for me it was. I felt so bold and adventurous, aroused and excited, inhibited, sexually liberated and so fucking turned on I was almost cumming. It felt amazing to have you at my sexual beck and call to give me the anonymous pleasure I so craved. Knowing that once we finished I would dress and maybe walk out of your life for ever if I chose made me feel so different to any sensation I had before when having sex.

You were now squeezing, cupping and pinching my tits with one hand as you caressed, stroked and rubbed my stomach, mound, thighs and pussy with the other. I was gripping the mattress, gritting my teeth and opening and closing my eyes as my head rolled from side to side. I squirmed my body and arched my back illustrating to my extreme sexual arousal to you. You knew I was near and knew that you would have to do little to tip me over the edge, but being the expert I could now tell that you was you kept me right on the brink of my orgasm.

Your fingers were now probing slightly inside me. They were enquiring and seeking an invitation. They were asking my permission. Though considerate and thoughtful it was totally unnecessary, for what they were enquiring about was exactly what I wanted. And that was three of your fingers to be shoved right my cunt. Looking you full in the eye I eased my head up a little, raised my knees and opened my legs.

"Yes," I grunted gripping tightly on the sheet as I felt my lips opening as your fingers slid into me.

But then I felt something else. Somehow you had manipulated your fingers so that one, probably your forefinger pressed against my bum hole. It was enquiring not forcing itself. You were repeating the question you had asked earlier, but now it was with a gesture and not with words. I could have said no, shook my head or wiggled myself away from it, but I didn't. I stayed exactly as I was; legs open, knees slightly, raised, with my eyes closed and your fingers in me with one pressing against my anus. As you pressed more firmly that eased into me and so I realised that you had carefully used my juices to lubricate me. The fingers up both my passages at the same time gently pumping really was the most amazing sensation and one I had not before experienced

I closed my thighs round your hand as you started to pump in and out of me. You pressed your other hand against my face, your fingers running round my lips. I took hold of that and I sucked your fingers into my mouth.

You had me now. I was completely gone. I was over the top and cumming continuously as wave after wave of wonderful feelings invaded every part of my body. I wanted him to give something back, to be a participant in this wonderful act and to give you pleasure, but I was far too far gone to be able to work out what to do.

The orgasm seemed to go on and on, it seemed to last for ages. And you were with me every pulsating, throbbing, convulsing and stupendous moment of the way. You stroked me, caressed me, cuddled me and whispered lovely words into my ears. At last it ended,

"Ok Cat?" You whispered running the backs of your fingernails across my cheek, down my face, onto my chest and over my breasts as the shuddering in my body slowly subsided.

"Oh yes Sarah, yes, yes yes," I replied smiling and kissing your hand.

"Would you do it again?"

I was now regaining some form of normality and thinking more logically. I kissed the palm of your hand, looked you right in the eye and said.

"Richard is not coming back tonight and I would be very lonely in bed by myself."