SARAH’S MAN IS AWAY AGAIN

She told me, “I did promise though both of knew that left the opportunity for a lesbian experience for me. After all it was my man who organised my first ever lesbian experience, opening a wonderful new chapter in my sex life. I do love the excitement and extra pleasure of being bi-sexual.”

I am Larissa, Sarah and me are old friends, both early forties, still attractive to both men and women. We have often confided to each other and compared notes with each other about our strong sex drives and our casual bisexual lesbian relationships as well as our relationships with our men. Though Sarah I have never been lovers, both of us tacitly and covertly wanting a lesbian experience if the opportunity presented.

Sarah is even more desirable for me after one of our mutual lovers told me about the afternoon they spent together, telling me in great detail how good she was, both of them bringing each other to orgasm, passionately tongue fucking each other.

On the Thursday, I phoned Sarah and after some small chat I told her, “Knowing you as I do. you are probably sex starved by now. Would you like to join me for a drink tomorrow tonight?” A non too subtle invitation for her, my voice with a slightly nervous edge to it, hoping she wouldn’t fob me off.

“I am sex starved, I was going to use my best vibrator again tonight, I would love to accept your invitation,” Sarah told me. Even over the phone I could detect she was excited at my invitation.

By eight that night before Sarah arrived the next day I had decided I wanted to be a sex object for Sarah. What to wear for a new seduction, a bi-sex forty-plus woman? Less is more I decided.

Sarah arrived right on time looking gorgeous, glamorous and fuckable, deliciously, agonisingly fuckable, deliberately I hoped. Heels and skin tight white slacks, a matching blazer, obviously no bra, lots of beautiful, tempting cleavage on show for me. No make up, her hair slicked back, teasing me with her deliberately slightly butchy lesbian appearance.

I had decided to wear heels and one of my man’s while business shirts, with just a few buttons fastened for her, wanting to tempt her with my legs, my thighs exposed up to my hips by the slit in the sides of the shirt and lots of cleavage on show for her, my good tits cased in a sexy black cup-less bra, my nipples pushing against the shirt. One of our mutual friends had told me Sarah has a thing about women with better tits than hers.

Some wonderful sexy, soft saxophone music to set and enhance the mood. I had wanted to make love to this woman for so long. I took the initiative, tongue kissing her by way of greeting, Sarah returning my kisses, our tongues intertwining.

“I want to seduce you Sarah, do you mind?,” I teased, and just as I hoped, she smiled, “No I don’t mind, I would love you to seduce me,” as our chemistry became obvious.

“We should have done this long ago Larissa, though today is perfect timing,” she whispered while we were kissing with our hands all over each other. Watching me open the buttons on her blazer, opening it so I could lick and suck her nipples, leaving her blazer on as I helped her slide her skin tight slacks over her ass, big and just magnificent without any knickers.

I have heard men and women talk about her ass in awed hushed tones. Now I could understand why as I ran my hands over it.

Helping her back on with her heels, after sliding her slacks past her ankles, admiring her wonderful body, so fuckable, thighs and ass to die for, her naked body in just the blazer was a bonus turn on, wonderful eye candy for me, before I slowly removed her blazer. I couldn’t resist running my hands over her ass, licking and kissing it with my hands grasping her hips.

Passionately tongue kissing as she undid the buttons of my shirt. Opening it for me so she could lick and suck my nipples. Feasting on them. My nipples responding. Rubbing our tits together, the tips of our nipples touching. Whispering to me, “Your tits are bigger than mine, so good.”

Placing a pillow under her magnificent ass, parting her legs, admiring the way she trims her pubes, a sexy black triangle.

“You have an awesome reputation Sarah, tell me what you want from me. I don’t want to disappoint you?,” I asked her.

“Make love to me, mad passionate love, tongue fuck me until I orgasm for you.”

I was confident and experienced enough, to build anticipation for me and Sarah, my wonderful new lover, no rush. I learnt long ago anticipation is not the precursor to pleasure; anticipation is pleasure itself. A real buzz because I had been anticipating making sapphic love to Sarah for long.

I had my arms wrapped around her glorious thighs, licking the insides of each one, so close to her cunt lips, before momentarily the tip of my tongue found her clit.

Kissing and gently touching her inner thighs, kissing my way down her body, wanting build her desire, make her fully turned on for me before I commenced tongue fucking her.