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2007-May-3 04:47 - Movies: Faith Tracey and Karie |
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2007-May-3 04:47 - Sex Story: A Story of Seduction |
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Thank you all, dear readers,for the heartwarming responses to my "Temptation" series. Truth to tell I have yet to read one feedback that would tell me heartbreaking criticisms about the story.
This one you are about to read is not about myself. I was asked by someone close to me to personify her in this story that she had confided to me. It is, she insists, to give meaning and feeling to it.
I'm married to a relatively successful business executive who seems tireless in climbing the corporate ladder. As I approach the edge of my prime at 41, I am no longer the same head-turner as I used to be. One relief, however, is that I am not bad looking either even at this age. There is a 120-pound weignt embedded in my 5'7" frame. My hair is shoulder-length brown and my son's young buddies call my blue eyes sexy especially, they say, when half-closed, a gesture that I unwittingly do whenever I talk to them. They say it of course when my son or husband is not within hearing distance. On social occasions where my businessman husband brings me I could still notice a few men and women throwing some sort of extra notices at my 36C breast. As for my sexual orientation, well, I still consider myself straight in spite of a new and unexpected discovery.
I am a straight woman. Or so I thought until one night at a party when another woman made me discover something in me that I never knew existed. One night on a weekend my husband took me with him to a social affair hosted by his boss and and wife at their classy residence somewhere in south San Francisco. It was an elegant gathering of beautiful people of all ages that composed of socialites, businessmen and their executives, wives and daughters as well as friends and mistresses. My husband introduced me to the host and hostess, he feeling proud of his "trophy wife" or how his boss described me. Of course I considered that as just a flattery. Although I could not consider myself as bad looking, neither could I consider myself sexy as to be called a trophy wife.
The occassion was a gathering of the beautiful people of the old city where I was born - the city by the bay. That it was a classy gathering could be seen from the endless flow of champagne and caviar. There was dancing and laughter, men talking business and women throwing gossips here and there about celebrities, the rich and the famous. The love triangle between Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aniston was the most popular. Runaway gossips were also there. Prudes couldn't help raise their eyebrows as they listen to runaway talks on Senator Hillary Clinton and Ellen de Generes, suspecting them of having private moments together when the Senator toured the latter around New York's Staten Island a year ago.
"We'll go to clubs," Ellen was quoted as saying.
"No, you go to clubs." Hillary was quoted replying.
"So they didn't go to clubs and instead stayed in the boat competing on who had the larger strap on," one attractive female guest joked.
I laughed out loud listening to the funny gossips coming from women who were supposedly the cream of the crop of San Francisco's high society. Amidst the laughter and intriguing gossips a slim-looking blonde came to me as I happened to be alone touring the elegance of the beautiful mansion. She held two glasses of champagne and offered me one. I recognized her as the hostess, the owner of the mansion and wife of my husband's boss. I was flattered to be singled out and offered a one-on-one toast by no less than the party's hostess. Her name was Maude. She was a fairly attractive lady, 3 years my junior and an inch taller than me. Her mascular shoulders would not take away the femininity in her frame as a whole. For one, she was dressed in a sexy red calf-long body fit dress that outlined the shape of her model-like frame. For another she swayed her hips seductively as she entertained male and female guests. She resembled Rebecca Romijin Stamos as she portrayed a sexy character in the movie, "Femme Fatale."
Maude took another two glasses of champagne from the tray of a passing handsome young waiter after putting our empty glasses into it. I realized that she was a bit tipsy. Where earlier I noticed her flirting with the handsome waiter now she was flirting with me although in a relatively mild way. Of course I dismissed it as just one of those things in my attempt to maintain politeness. However, my always alert mind couldn't help ringing the alarm bells about Maude's possible lesbian tendency.
The hostess took my hand as she escorted me to our table where my husband was busy talking business with his fellow executives. I really wondered why the men had to carry such conversation in this affair where they needed to relax their minds after a full week of business talks. Anyway, dinner was served, wine flowed anew as if everyone was invited to a sleepover. Soon there was more dancing and laughter. The more daring men danced with women of all ages while the shy ones stayed in their seats talking business, sometimes nonsense, as they sipped their drinks. Some women took the dance floor in place of their shy partners and danced with each other. There was fun all around. As polite as I used to be I couldn't refuse Maude's request to dance with her. Within seconds the two of us joined the fun as we wiggled our asses in the dance floor to the beat of fast tunes until the music turned slow and lights went down.
Oh Yes! You are guessing it right. Maude didn't release me and, instead, took me in her arms to slow dance. And we did. Other women too were doing it so our pairing did not turn out to be an unusual sight at the dance floor, at least for the moment. Maude flirted with me but still within the bounds. We slowly swayed around, her belly and thighs occasionally bumping with mine although not in an overt way. At that stage I still did not suspect things to get out of hand. Far from it I tried to reassure myself each time the alarm bells ring while we were dancing.
As me and Maude and the beautiful people laughed and danced the night away, more wine and caviar flowed as if the host and the hostess were quietly telling us to enjoy our last night on earth. No one seemed to be concerned anymore on the presence of police officers in the streets of San Francisco, out to apprehend motorists with high alcohol contents in their veins. Maude and I were both tipsy when we resumed slow dancing. She became more daring and I in turn just allowed it as my curiosity was increasingly taking over, whether due to the effect of champagne or just plain fun. She was now breathing into my ear when she talked trying to test the waters. Goose bumps were all over me when her wet mouth nibbled my ear. I quickly dismissed it. The goose bumps were caused by the touch not by the woman, I assured myself. I further consoled myself by recalling the same chill whenever my pet would play with my toes and sole. However I trid to divert my thinking, it couldn't put away the obvious as this other woman was now flirting with me openly and stepping out of bounds.
"Did you know you are sexy?" She was whispering in a husky voice.
"No I'm not. You are much sexier than I am," I whispered back.
"Nooohhh... you are...If only you know..."
"If only I know what?"
There was no reply. I could only listen to her breathing, labored breathing that was.., until I felt something tickly in my earlobe making me gasp aloud. No, she was not nibbling it. She was biting it. I could feel her teeth digging into it. The bite was gentle but long and lasting. She was no longer testing the waters. She was assuming the test had passed.
"Maude...we are... being watched..."
Still no reply from her. She was only breathing. Her gentle bite at my ear lobe remained as if it was her last. I couldn't say anything more. Neither would she. Our heavy breathings were the only sounds blowing into each other's ears.
I slowly turned my head to look for any hostile stare. Maude's head tilted as it followed, refusing to give up the bite. "Jesus Christ this woman is incredible," I quietly told myself. But she was the hostess of the night. How could I make a scene?
Still I haven't lost the will to politely pull away hoping that we had not turned into the focus of attention at the dance floor. Fortunately, no one was seriously looking, or at least I thought so. Notwithstanding my curiosity, I felt uncomfortable as any straight woman would. The back patio I toured alone earlier was the place I immediately contemplated of as an escape route from Maude's advances. Never had I thought that the uninhabited porch that I hoped was a safe haven would turn out to be my Sapphic Waterloo.
I managed to politely break away from Maude's sensuous bite. The eroticism of it continued to linger in me even as I was alone in a dimly-lit corner of the wide back porch in my attempt to cool away from things that were about to get out of hand. My lungs were enjoying the cool night air when I realized I was not alone. As I leaned my front into the marbled rail I heard footsteps. Turning my head around it was Maude gracefully walking towards me, her long red dress tightly fitting into her hips as they swayed from side to side. After returning her greeting, I tried to move back inside the elegant house but she caught me by the hand, gently escorted me into a wall, pinning me into it with my back pressed against it. Her now familiar perfume filled my nostrils. She slowly but deliberately covered my entire 5 foot 7 frame with her own 5 foot 8 from head to knees. Maude kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. She licked virtually every inch of my mouth, both the inside and the outside, grinding her entire frame all over mine, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, belly to belly, thighs against thighs, knees against knees. I could have fought back but I didn't! Not because the pillow-lipped woman had already turned my sexual excitement on. It was because I didn't want to make a scene with the party hostess. She was the owner of the elegant house. How could I scream my resentment? I just couldn't. There really was no way. She kept grinding at me, caressing my ass through my dress, wiping my lips, teeth and gums with her tongue, bathing them with female saliva over and over again until her other hand joined the fray smashing into my tits.
In spite of my resistance she succeeded in raising the hem of my long dress and slide my panties down to my thighs. The aggression led to another until her invading fingers conquered my clit making me spin out of orbit. I was no longer myself then. My body had heated up and was steaming with passion and untamed feelings. The aggression caused the straps of my long dress to slide down my shoulders exposing my braless breast. I struggled but only because of the fear that we were being watched. She sucked my hard nipples alternately as her fingers brutally fucked the night lights out of me. My pussy fought back, fucking her finger to kingdom come, squeezing it tightly as it twitched inside me like it were trying to find an unusual touch.
As I slowly came back to my senses, I realized that my teeth were digging into Maude's flesh, my saliva dripping down her shoulder and my entire body covered with animal lust for this woman. She released my nipple, pulled my head through my hair off her shoulder and devoured my mouth licking and sucking every drop of saliva outside and inside of it. My God, can that woman really kiss! Our common fear of the presence of people including our husbands in the same house frustratingly stopped us from ecstatically fucking the night away.
But Maude did not easily give up. After putting our dresses back to shape she took my hand with hers virtually dragging me into another entrance to the big house. Because the party staff was present all around Maude pulled me into a clean and stylish bathroom.
Just as soon as Maude locked the door behind us we started to make out wildly throwing our faces into a heap of hair, mouths and tongues. Female saliva dripped down our chins and necks. Because we were racing against time there was no tenderness in the kissing. It was rough and wild that I failed to realize that Maude had already half undressed me. I felt crazy as hell.
"Go ahead,lady...come... and get it..." I said in between breathings.
"I'll sure do, honey," she smirked pushing me down into the toilet seat. "I'll make you come like you had never come before with any lover."
One hand cupped a breast while the other one snaked down to my pussy and split the lips as she slumped into her knees infront of me and latched her entire mouth over my steaming womanhood. She went crazy with desire devouring me like some animal. At first she used her nose to stimulate my clit but she could have thought that time was short so she attacked my open pouting hole with two fingers while her mouth sucked down hard right on my clit. I went wild and bucked about forcing her head harder against my womanhood. She reached up with her right hand that got herfingers good and wet and stuck her index finger all the way up my tight asshole in one mighty thrust. At the same time she raked her teeth across my sensitive clit.
The fucking was fast and furious but earth-shattering. I squealed and came so hard I felt as if my stomach and intestines where going to pop out of my pussy. There was no way I could stifle my cry of delight let alone control my body that shuddered and swayed. I just didn't care who heard what. And my juices, oh my God! They flowed out so fast and hard it must have been like a river of cream.
When it was over my head slumped lamely into Maude's shoulder, me weeping in ecstasy. I was totally spent. Because it was my first time with another woman I couldn't return the favor not to mention that time was against us. I felt sorry for Maude but she understood. Pulling my hair and head up from her shoulder, she locked her mouth with mine, raised her dress up her waist and sat on my lap fronting me as she pleasured herself. She came with our mouths still locked together, jerking and bucking on my lap. I went crazy and pleasured myself just like her quickly catching up with the residues of the shakes and jerks of her quivering body.
Our dresses were a total mess but we were able to put them back in shape. We came out of the stylish bathroom both fresh with new lipstick and facial make-up. Back at the party our husbands were busy flirting with the younger socialites. As for our disappearance, knowing smirks from one or two female guests did not escape my notice.
I still consider myself straight as I thought of the incident as a one time thing. I'd be lying of course if I say I had not been missing the touches of the woman who helped me discover something in me that I never thought existed.
© ChristineR
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2007-May-3 04:47 - Movies: Regina and Geena |
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2007-May-3 04:47 - Movies: Marietta and Mae |
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2007-May-2 15:14 - Movies: Zoe B and Sharon |
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2007-May-2 15:14 - Movies: Debbie and Luka |
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2007-May-2 15:14 - Movies: Geena and Gabi M |
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2007-May-2 15:14 - Sex Story: Brenda and Jennifer |
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The very simple-to-follow story so far...Jennifer and Brenda are happily married but have some very secret sexual fantasies about other women. They have met online and are gradually exploring these thoughts and feelings with each other as they chat...and also explored their own bodies at the same time. Being women, they talk a lot about feelings. But don't worry... there is lots of masturbation and nudity.
It had been several days since Brenda and Jennifer talked. It was hard for two stay-at-home moms to find time for secret chat...secret, uninterrupted, private chat which might involve doing some very un-stay-at-home mom things.
They thought about each other all the time. Sometimes the thoughts were very erotic. Jen stood in the shower one morning...just caressing her breasts and gently playing with her nipples...thinking about Brenda...about Brenda maybe with no clothes on...wondering what she was doing right now.
And sometimes, late at night, as Brenda moved in and out of chat rooms, wishing Jen would sign on, she would think about all the dirty thoughts they had shared with each other. And her fingers would drift...and explore...distracting her from the bots and fakes that were trying to get her naked...as she thought of Jen...naked...also playing with herself.
But other times they just thought about each other...each other's thoughts...emotions...feelings...and the tremendous sense that they had each found someone different. A true friend...a unique friend who thought like they did and struggled with the things they did. And they glowed with feelings of peace...and excitement.
Finally one evening, when Jennifer's hubby was out and the kids were in bed, she logged in...and there was Brenda. Her heart jumped a little.
"Hey."
"Hey." Brenda's husband was off on a trip, and her kids were sleeping too. The two women were alone in cyberland. It was almost a little...scary.
Seeing each other was such a rush, but the guilt came as fast as the excitement. They knew this was going to be sex chat – with someone they didn't know except through a computer screen, someone not their husband, not even another man. They could talk about whatever, but they both knew it was about sex at the core – and dirty, naughty masturbation at that. Even as they typed back and forth chit-chat greetings, they knew they were going to be getting off with each other that night. They were going to masturbate together. The only real question was how, and whether they would push things further than they had.
"So....." Brenda typed. And there was a long pause.
Jen ached to break the ice, but she didn't. She chickened out and wrote "Soooooo" back.
Brenda laughed. Then Jen laughed.
Brenda was actually hornier than Jennifer. She had already been online for an hour...in and out of chat rooms, striking up conversations, and even finding a few good picture links. Her clothes were still on, but she was more than a little wet...having talked dirty to people...having looked at dirty pictures of people with no clothes on...especially pictures of naked women...sometimes touching themselves...or touching each other...kissing...licking... Even in the silence, she looked intently at Jennifer's name on the screen and started to press a bit down below. She ached to tell Jennifer how she wanted to lick her pussy...but couldn't say that...not yet.
Jennifer was already feeling overwhelmed by the guilt. The conflict...the feeling that here she was again...a slut and total failure as a wife and mom...having squalid online cybersex. It was so wrong and pathetic. But she couldn't stop...she had tried so many times. She kept coming back because it was something different...something that also made her happy...gave her feelings of peace and release she could never find anywhere else. And Brenda understood...she seemed to totally understand and have the same feelings.
So Jen took the first step.
"Brenda...can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"I'm feeling guilty."
Brenda paused. She was already thinking of taking off her pants. But now she felt pierced by the same arrow.
"I know, Jen. I guess...me too."
"I mean, that was really fun the other day."
"Totally fun."
"But..."
"I know..."
Jennifer started to babble. She admitted their chat was so hot. But she felt like such a slut and hypocrite...living her typical normal life but having these secret thoughts. And acting on them...actually touching and playing with herself and masturbating to lesbian fantasies. Driving the ultimate mom-mobile...her minivan...but even as she drove, sometimes replaying in her mind how she had masturbated online with Brenda, lustfully swallowing every word as Brenda told her how she was playing with her own pussy. What a slut.
"I know," wrote Brenda. "I know exactly what you are talking about."
Part of Brenda ached with the same feelings. The other part wanted to do it again with Jen...right now. She wondered what Jen was wearing right then...whether she was turned on even as she confessed...the way they had been before. Maybe Jen's panties were getting wet...wet with the excitement of being bad.
And a part of Jen did too. Just saying...that she was a slut...turned her on a little bit. But she wasn't going to say that. Instead she continued "it's like...it's like I want to stop...and know I should stop...but can't stop...just no matter how many times I try."
"And," continued Brenda, "you rationalize to yourself."
"Yes."
"That it's not hurting anyone."
"No."
"That it's just fantasy."
"Yes."
"That it's okay to be turned on."
"Yes."
"I know, Jen...I do all that too," Brenda said. She was getting very horny and wet.
"I guess I just don't want to go far," said Jennifer.
"Me neither," said Brenda. Then she continued, "But how far is too far?"
"Sometimes I really don't know."
"I guess..." said Brenda, "that sometimes I figure I've crossed the line anyway. So...it doesn't matter...I may as well just do anything."
"But," said Jennifer. "You can try to stop and go back."
"I guess."
"But you're right," said Jennifer. "Once you've done something it's in your mind forever."
"You can't just stop thinking about it."
"No."
"Like an addiction," said Brenda.
"Exactly."
"A really hot, horny addiction."
Jen laughed. "Yah."
They were both quiet for a minute. They were both on the edge again...wanting badly to plunge into hot dirty sex talk...but held back by a mix of things...not just the guilt, but the thoughts of how self-indulgent this was...all the errands they needed to do for tomorrow...and even a desire to prolong the arousal...build the excitement further...as long as they possibly could.
"It just feels so good," said Jennifer.
"I know."
"It feels so good to touch myself."
"Yes."
"To masturbate."
"Yes."
"Thinking naughty thoughts."
"Naughty thoughts about other women."
"Naked women."
"Women with all their clothes off."
"Getting excited about it."
"Thinking about women masturbating."
"Women having sex with each other."
"Yah."
"Yah."
"Mmmm." Brenda began to unzip herself. She felt a sort of relief...that they had at least temporarily resolved the nagging guilt...and also felt the sense of arousal...the arousal of such good, open conversation...the kind she could only share with Jennifer.
"Brenda?"
"Yes?"
"I'm getting very wet," said Jen.
"Me too," said Brenda.
"What are you doing right now?"
Brenda told the truth. "I'm starting to take off my pants...so that I can play with myself, Jen."
"Mmmmm...are you wet?"
"Oh yah."
"I get so wet thinking about chatting with you."
"Me too."
"As soon as I saw you were online, I started to get wet."
"Mmm...I got wet too." Brenda's pants were undone and pulled down her hips...hanging loosely...her panties still on but very exposed.
"Mmm...what were you doing before I signed on?"
Brenda held back for a second. Then she typed, "I was in sexy chatrooms and looking at sexy pictures." She pressed down against her panty-clad pussy.
"Oh really?" Jen felt a new flood of excitement...and wetness. She still had at least an hour. The flame was building now. She wanted to keep it growing...by talking...and maybe more confessing...
"Yes."
"Did you talk to some sexy people?"
Brenda laughed. "Not really...just a lot of bots and fakes."
"Aw," said Jen. "What about the sexy pictures?"
"Mmmm." Brenda moved her fingers under her panties.
"Brenda...were you looking at dirty pictures?"
"Um." They both laughed.
"Do you ever look at nude pictures and play with yourself?" asked Jen. Then she quickly added, "....like I do?"
Brenda confessed she did. That sometimes she would cum...looking at dirty pictures. And Jen repeated her own confession...that when she couldn't find fun people to chat with...she also masturbated to pictures.
Now Brenda's pants were off all the way...her panties still on but wet and pushed down...as she and Jen talked about what turned them on. Nothing hardcore. No expoited Russian teenagers. And certainly not fake "lesbians" with bleached hair and blank eyes.
"What about this?" asked Brenda, and she attached a link. Jen clicked on it.
"Oh my...." Jen's heart skipped a beat. It was a picture of two twentyish brunettes...naked...and kissing. It was very sexy. She began to caress herself a bit. "Mmmmm."
"Do you like it?" asked Brenda.
"Yes....do you?" replied Jen. The women's faces were glowing...their eyes closed, but happy...lips pressing together...bodies also together...breasts touching...pushing against each others lips..
"Oh, yes."
Jen paused. "Brenda...were you looking at this before?"
"Mmm...I was."
"And what were you doing?"
"Jen...I was playing with myself while I looked." Every word aroused Brenda as she typed.
"You looked at these naked girls kissing and masturbated."
"Yes, I did."
Jen couldn't stand it anymore. She began to unbutton her shirt...and unzip her pants. "Brenda...it makes me want to play with myself too."
"What does...the picture...or knowing I touched myself?" asked Brenda.
"Both," said Jen. She was now exposed...her fingers beginning to freely roam.
"Mmmm...are you playing with yourself now, Jen? Are you...masturbating?" asked Brenda, almost holding her breath as she typed.
"Yes," said Jen.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Brenda, I am masturbating. I am beginning to touch my pussy." In fact, Jen had one hand lightly moving up and down her slit...stopping to type...then back again, while the other began to move up to her bra.
"What are you thinking about?"
Jen knew what she was thinking about – about kissing Brenda the way the women in the picture were kissing. About being naked with Brenda. But she held back again.
"About those women kissing."
"Those naked girls kissing...their bodies touching?"
"Yes."
"Mmmm...me too."
"It's so wrong, Brenda."
"Totally wrong...looking at women together like that." Brenda's panties were now all the way off...and so was her top and bra. She was naked...removing hands to type quickly...then they returned to her...roaming over her chest and tummy...dancing down to her pussy for a quick rub...then back up and around. She fondled and massaged her bare breasts, flicking her nipples lightly...wondering intently whether Jen was naked yet.
"But I just can't stop," said Jen. "I can't stop looking...and touching."
"I know...me too."
"It feels sooooo good," said Jen. And she felt very, very good right then...she had removed her bra...and was gently fondling her bare breasts...secretly, secretly, thinking it was Brenda feeling them...Brenda playing with Jen's tits...maybe licking her nipples...sucking them...caressing and fondling. Jen closed her eyes and imagined the two of them together...naked and kissing and touching.
Brenda didn't reply...she was spending more and more time rubbing herself...fingers sliding up and down her pussy...so slick and wet by now...causing tremors every time they moved against her clit...her bare, wet, red clit...just like Jen's bare, wet, red clit. Jen was probably feeling her own clit right now. They were two women...their bodies alight...aroused...aflame...both wanting to rub the other...rub their clits together...against each other...maybe reaching down and fingering each other...exploring each other's naked feminine bodies.
Jen opened her eyes and saw Brenda hadn't replied yet. Maybe she had stepped away...or maybe...she was too busy playing...? Jen shivered at the thought. She typed, "Brenda...whatcha doing?"
Brenda stopped and wrote back quickly, "Jen...I'm masturbating."
Jen almost squealed with delight. She wrote back. "Brenda...so am I."
"It feels so good, Jen."
"So, good, Brenda."
"You just got me so excited, Jen...so excited," said Brenda.
"Our dirty, naughty talk," replied Jen. She was naked now...totally naked...fondling her bare tits and rubbing her pussy while she talked to this chick she only knew through chat..
"And naughty pictures."
"Oh yes."
"Pictures that made me play with myself," confessed Brenda. She didn't want to stop to type, but each word made everything even hotter.
"Me too."
"But now I can't stop thinking about your pussy...wet and shiny."
"It is so wet...it's been wet for a while now," said Jen.
"Ooh."
"Wet pussy...erect nipples...everything aglow...you made it wet, Brenda."
"Jen..." said Brenda.
"What?"
"Could I....could I lick it?"
(To be continued yet again.)
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