Erotic Tale: Sensual Woman

Sensual Woman

An Erotic Tale By Mark Darcy

I have always been what I would call a sensual woman. Of course, I enjoy sex just as much as anybody else. But after seven years of marriage to a wonderful man who thinks sex and sensual love should not be found in the same sentence, I found my desires were not being fulfilled?

This is the story of how I found satisfaction!

Laying in bed, my pussy throbbing from the great sex, my husband and I had just indulged in. I began to think about my university days! I then shared a room with a girl named Frances. She was a very attractive, petite, fun loving girl and also bisexual. She used to goad me about being straight, saying I didn’t know what I was missing. She would describe the soft caresses she received from her lovers, how they would lie for hours on a rainy Saturday, kissing, holding, touching.

Being from a religious background, I had always been disgusted by her suggestion that we should get together. She wanted to show me the delights of girl on girl sex. Although I never accepted her offer, I wish I had!

For you to understand the events that led me to sleep with a woman, you should know more about my experiences with men. The first time I ever made love I was seventeen, he was my first boyfriend. We had dated for about a year and had some really good times.

Every Friday night, after dinner and a film, we would drive out to a quiet lane in countryside and park.

It was always the same!

After all of 10 minutes of kissing and heavy petting, he was ready to fuck. And I do mean fuck. I’ve always hated that word but for most males, it’s a fitting description of what they want. Well, I finally decided to give into him, and we fucked. Well, he fucked; I actually lay there with the seat belt buckle jamming into my back while he enjoyed himself.

Shortly after that, our never-ending love shrivelled up and went the way of so many other dreams. It was almost a year later before I was with another guy! I had met him at the restaurant where I worked. He was the manager and my senior by almost ten years. I was sure that he would be a great lover, with all his experience?

I was wrong; he would take me out on the town, and we would go back to his place where it was always the same. Foreplay was a hug and a kiss that led to him groping madly and roughly until we were naked, him on top of me pumping away wildly. I did enjoy the sex sometimes, but it was always short-lived and rough. The only orgasm I ever shared with him was the one time he slowed down long enough to touch the right spots, in the right way.

My love life pretty much continued in this manner until I ended up meeting my husband.

He swept me off my feet. In the early years, he always brought me flowers and he did have a soft touch in the beginning, but that was soon replaced with sex that was neither spontaneous nor satisfying. We tried different things including toys and new positions, but it was always the same.  When he mounted me, I felt like a piece of meat there for his pleasure only. He didn’t like licking my clitoris or sucking my pussy because he thought it was unhygienic. Of course, he did like me to suck his cock, Oh, but that was different after all!

While he had dreams of being with another woman and me, I had dreams of my own. I dreamed of a lover that would hold me, kiss me, caress me gently, teasing my nipples and played with my sex bud till I screamed in ecstasy. I would have been happy with someone that would know if I had an orgasm without having to ask!

So I lay here, in bed, my pussy sore again, my desires unfulfilled, again. It was then that I decided enough was enough. I was going to find satisfaction in bed one way or another. It was a timely decision.

About a week later, a new woman started at the office. Her name was Karen!

Karen was a tall, slender, dark-haired woman in her early thirty’s. She dressed very smartly and always wore tight fitting clothes that highlighted her pert breasts and shapely arse. We became very close friends, having lunch together daily and drinks together every Friday after work. She was living with a nice guy but suffered from the same lack of tender lovemaking that I did.

When I asked if she had ever been with a woman, she said, “No!”

And then said, “You know what they say, don’t knock it if you’ve not tried it”

 We had left the office and gone to our local pub The Goat and Tricycle in Bournemouth. The pub was owned by the charity we worked for and was close to our place of work. After a few drinks, I was startled when she asked me to dance but accepted after all my husband would never dance with me. As she led me by the hand to the dance floor, my mind raced with anticipation of where this was all going to lead?

We danced enthusiastically, if not somewhat Mum dancing! It was late spring, so summer dresses were starting to be the apparel of the season. Karen wore a floral print dress cut low in the bust line! Her bra was the same print and evidently came with the dress. The dress designed to be worn exposing the bra! I could not take my eyes off Karen’s boob’s as they bounced to the beat of the music and our dancing!

When a slow song finally came on, I started to return to our table, only to have Karen grab my hand and pull me tight against her body. As we swayed arm in arm, the feeling of her breasts squashed against mine made my pussy tingle bringing my clitoris to life!

Slowly she let her hand drift from my back to my rear and once there, her hand softly caressed my round curves, making me wet and excited.

When the song ended, we drove back to Karen’s apartment. Her boyfriend was out of town on business, which I found out later was all part of Karen’s plan!

We sat on her couch sipping wine, talking and laughing for hours. The whole time my mind was reeling with emotion.

I knew where this was all leading if I wanted it to stop, I could. But I didn’t! I wanted this woman.

Was what I wanted wrong? Was I soon to be cheating on my husband? Was caressing and touching another woman cheating?  Was sex with the same gender really a sin as I was taught in childhood? 

 For whatever reason, my desires took over and cast out my uncertainties!

Our conversation reached a lull, and I felt a little awkwardness creep into the atmosphere. So I used the opportunity to lean in and kiss Karen on the lips. It was a soft, quick kiss that sent thrills shooting throughout my body. I pulled back, and our eyes met for a brief moment before she took me in her arms and began kissing me passionately, deeply. Her lips were soft and smooth! As our tongues mingled, she ran her hand through my hair and caressed my face, something my husband rarely did anymore.

Her heady perfume was quite and aphrodisiac! Overcoming my fears, I reached for her neck, running the back of my hand over her soft skin!

She obviously enjoyed it as her body stiffened and Karen murmured. “Touch me!”

Touch me; being quite ambiguous I took this as a red light to explore her body!

As my hand ran down her left shoulder, my fingers simultaneously slipped under the strap of her summer dress and matching brassiere. Lifting them clear of her shoulder, I kissed her exposed skin with light butterfly kisses.

Karen whimpered as I kissed my way down to the soft skin of her left breast. Running my fingers gently over the swell of her partly exposed boob. I became impatient to see Karen’s naked tits!

Moving my hand across the partly exposed mound of Karen’s left breast and up to her right shoulder. My fingers again slipped under both dress and bra strap pushing both off Karen’s right shoulder. Undoing the buttons that held the front of Karen’s dress to her body, the dress fell open. Karen sat forward and let the chiffon material slide off her arms and onto the fabric of the couch.

I took in the splendid sight of Karen’s half naked body, just the brassiere and thong to remove! As if Karen could read my thoughts her hands went behind her back unclipping the bra letting it slid to the floor. The sight of her sitting naked but for a small thong covering her sex, made my pussy pound!

As I sat there ogling Karen’s body, she said.

“Touch me, baby!”

As I kissed her biting her lip, her tongue exploring my mouth, my hands began to caress her body. Her nipples had very quickly, become erect which sent waves of excitement into my sex. As I touched her beautiful breasts teasing her tight, taut nipples, she dropped her hand to my shirt and began undoing the buttons.

Ever so smoothly, she released each button using a single hand. I mused to myself, thinking how clumsily my husband attempted the same move.

With my shirt open, Karen undid the clasp on the front of my bra. Also one-handed! My straining breasts fell out as the bra gaped open. A boob dropped into her waiting hand. The soft skin of her palm gliding across the soft skin of my breast was a feeling I had never known before.

My nipples responded to her touch becoming very hard and extremely sensitive. Our passionate kissing stopped, and Karen soft plump lips moved to my breasts and began kissing my fleshy orbs.  She used her tongue like a feather, caressing and teasing. I was so sexually excited; I could feel the swelling of my clit and the moistness between my legs!

Sensing my state, Karen rose and led me to the bedroom. She had me stand at the foot of the bed as she slowly undressed me, not letting me help at all.

Once naked, Karen instructed me to lie back on the bed. I did as instructed and then watched as she slowly removed the thong that she was just about wearing, as by now the gossamer fabric had slipped in between the lips of her pussy.

Her sex was clean-shaven or rather recently waxed, another thing I had wanted to try but was convinced by my husband not to!

My pubic hair was trim and well shaped! But Karen’s silky smooth mons and vulva were beautiful; I ached to get my mouth on that beautiful soft flesh!

Seeing her smooth, hairless skin made me want to run my hand over it, made me want to kiss it.  Karen climbed onto the bed next to me, and our kissing began again. As we kissed, we explored each other’s bodies!

With the touch of an angel, she ran her hand over my face, my neck, and my breasts, down to my pussy running her nails over my pubic mound pulling on strands of my short pubic hair. I opened my legs a little giving her better access to touch me.

Her finger found my swollen clit; she massaged it with such a delicate deft touch that I had never known before. Karen slid a finger up and down my pussy’s lips finishing at the top caressing my clit. I let out a moan as she slid the finger inside me!

I kept waiting for it to get rough but it never did, Karen maintained a slow, gentle pump, in and out!

Then massaging my clit again with her thumb. My hips began to gyrate up and down in unison to her movements. My hand found its way to her sex and discovered it as wet as mine. Her wetness combined with her smooth vulva made her pussy, slippery, warm and inviting.

Karen removed her finger that was very slowly finger fucking me and slowly began kissing my body. Working down between my thighs ever so gently, spreading my legs apart. Placing small kisses to the inside of my thighs, working down to my feet. As she sucked on my big toe an electrical charge ran up my leg, directly into my sex. My clit throbbed, my hand instinctively went to my horny sex bud, and I slowly and gently started to masturbate!

Karen had worked her way down my right leg and now started up my left.

Sucking on my big toe before ascending delivering delicious small kisses to my over sensitive skin. All the time I slowly and rhythmically wanked myself, enjoying the waves of ecstasy as they built and then subsided, all the time bringing myself towards my orgasm!

Karen’s kisses worked their way up my right leg till she reached my groin. Now she sucked the soft folds of my labia. Running her tongue up the slit of my sex, and then down delving her tongue into my body. I moaned with the sheer sensual delight her tongue and my fingers were bringing to my body!

When her tongue first touched my clit, I gasped! Taking my hand away from my pussy I let my head fall back closed my eyes as I saw stars as dopamine’s flooded my nervous system. Karen lightly nibbled and suckled on my clit while gently finger fucking me!

The combination was yet another new and thrilling experience. I had always enjoyed a delicate touch, and this was by far the gentlest touch I had known. As I became more and more excited, I wanted to kiss and lick her as well. With Karen’s sweet kisses still between my legs, I moved so I could do the same.

Taking up the sixty-nine position, and with my face only inches away from her soft, smooth vulva. I could see Karen’s clitoris it had become swollen and was protruding from between the lips of her labia. I began kissing and licking her, tasting her sweetness, and she responded with a moan and started to squirm. I took her sex bud into my mouth and sucked lightly.

All reservations were completely gone, replaced by a desire, new and strong. Not sure exactly what to do next, I did to Karen what I had dreamed of someone doing to me. With my left hand, I pulled back on the flesh just above Karen’s clitoris, pulling the sex bud up and out, exposing more of the sensitive clit. Then I slid my thumb into her wet pussy while my index finger toyed with her anus. As my finger disappeared into her rectum, I resumed sucking on her clit!

Karen groaned. “You’re in my arse, oh, how did you know I love that? It’s so fucking horny!”

Slowly I slid my thumb and index finger in and out of both Karen’s tight soft orifices, trapping the thin membrane of tissue that separated the two between my digits.

Karen again groaned. “Oh fuck oh fuck, sweet Jesus, it’s so good! Don’t stop!”

Before long, our body’s and our hips moved together, our ecstasy growing!

Karen stopped sucking and finger fucking and moved between my legs! Slowly she moved down until her pussy and mine were touching.

She told me it was the Scissors Position or Tribalism!

Every day is a school day?

I gasped, feeling her soft, delicate skin touching mine. We both began rocking our hips and grinding both our clitoris together. The delicate skin of our vulva’s pressed together, our sex fluid mingling and squelching as we pumped at each other. I felt my orgasm coming then subsiding, all the time Karen moaned while thrusting her sex into mine!

I knew I was going to cum on the next wave of pleasure! I called out to Karen.

“O God I’m about to come.”

She replied. “Go, baby, I’m right there with you!”

Karen rose slightly from the bed grabbed my hands; fell back and frantically pounded her sex into mine.

“Ahh fuck, I love, you, Karen!” What was I saying!

I groaned as my pussy spasmed and throbbed. My vaginal walls trying desperately to grip a phantom phallus. My brain was telling my vagina it was full of cock, as my orgasm exploded. My skin flushed, my nipples seemed to throb to the beat of my orgasm, my clit pounding to the same beat. Wave after wave of sensation flooded my nervous system, my body seemingly vibrating, I collapsed back panting!

As Karen’s climax hit she tugged on her nipples, digging her nail like talons into the outside of my thighs, trying to thrust as much of her sex into my groin. As we both came down, we lay there for what seemed hours in each other’s embrace. Touching one another, kissing and having more fun!

I did end up going home that night, actually more like early the next morning! A snoring husband greeted me unaware that his all time favourite fantasy had come true, just not with him in it.

Karen and I continue to get together to this day, about once a month, and now I stay the night, explaining to my husband that my friend Karen does not like being alone when her boyfriend travels!

He doesn’t mind because I am always in a good mood when I return home.

I have been working on getting him to be gentler, with limited success. One night I made him stay perfectly still while I climbed on top and made love to him.  He tried to quicken the pace, but I stopped and threatened to get up and get dressed if he moved again. Maybe one day he will learn the difference between fucking and making love!

Until then I have Karen. Other things are changing as well. Tonight I am sure he will be shocked to see my shorn pussy. I went to the beauty spa today and had my pussy totally waxed. He won’t appreciate my soft mons pubis and juicy hairless vulva.

He will say something, and I will just explain, I did it for me, for a change!

 

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