I took a deep breath, set my fears aside, edged closer to her, and leaned in for another kiss. This time the nervousness and excitement was more intense because we both had admitted we wanted to kiss one another. Our lips met, held firm for a few seconds and then our mouths parted. We kissed deeply and passionately for about a minute until I pulled away and smiled at her. I could taste her lipstick on my lips and in the darkness of the parking lot, I could see the passion and fire in her eyes. Mary pulled me in again and we continued kissing deeply in the parking lot for another few minutes.
I felt feelings inside of me, I had not had in a long time. I wanted this. I wanted her and even though it was a woman, I was more than happy to be standing there kissing her. I could not stop, and she couldn't either, because every time one of us pulled away, we dove right back in kissing again. Our arms wrapped around one another. Her hand cupped my face, as mine reached and came to rest on the back of her head. Our passions were ignited and even though neither of us had admitted our interest in one another or being "lesbians" or dating, this kissing was a clear indication that there was more to this.
When we finally parted, and she drove off, I got into my car and I was overly excited, overly nervous, my heart was pumping in my chest and fantasies were even more heightened. I drove home with a million thoughts running through my head. At times my hand was cupping my breasts or sliding between my legs. My hands shook holding the steering wheel, my stomach was doing flip flops, and the overacting anxiousness that I carry with me always was spinning like a tornado through my body. I couldn't wait to get home and catch my breath. To let this soak in.
Now that I kissed her it wasn't some made-up female fantasy, this was about her. Perhaps the first step (at least I hoped) for me to finally have a lesbian experience, or maybe even enter into a lustful relationship with a woman. All those late nights of thinking of kissing her, or what she looked like naked, or what her pussy felt like in my hand or on my tongue, came rushing back tenfold to what they were before.
When I pulled into the garage and shut the overhead door, I turned the car off and just sat in silence. I needed to calm down. I needed to give myself a minute to decompress. I closed my eyes and just sat in the silence, just pushing all the racing thoughts away. When I felt my heart rate drop down to a normal pace, I finally managed to take my first deep breaths. I breathed in through my nose and out of my mouth a few times, finally letting all the anxiety, panic, excitement, and adrenaline go.
But as I sat there, I thought about our night. I thought about how sexy she looked. How much fun we had, how I couldn't even imagine that I bet a kiss. I thought about that first kiss. It went by so quickly that I couldn't even visualize it anymore. But that parking lot kiss, where we both admitted our wanting to kiss one another, came screaming back into my mind. I felt myself reliving it. Tasting it, feeling it as if it was happening again. And before I could even finish it in my mind, my pussy was throbbing. My anxiety, fear, disbelief, and nervousness subsided. But now my hormones had taken over.
When I got out of the car and started walking through the house, I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough. My shirt was unbuttoned and off my arms before I passed the kitchen. My bra hit the floor in the hallway. As I entered my bedroom and was pulling down my pants, making my way to my bed, my phone dinged. It was Mary writing she had gotten home safely. I replied to her telling her the same as I was trying to kick off my jeans. Before my knee even hit my mattress, my panties were down and my fingers were running up and down over my pussy.
I fell into bed coming to rest on my back, my legs were spread and my hands just caressing every inch of my body. I could still taste her lipstick on my lips, and smell her perfume in my nose. I could still taste the beer on my breath, just as I tasted it on hers as we kissed in that parking lot.
I wanted to text her and tell her to come over. I wanted her naked body next to mine. I wanted her fingers inside of me, as I wanted mine inside of her. I was dripping wet and so turned on, that I couldn't contain myself.
A whole new thought pattern of sexual experiences exploded within me. I kept fantasizing about us getting into her car after kissing in the lot. The excitement of knowing we weren't done yet. Thoughts of us leaning over her center column, kissing and touching each other. Lifting up; or unbuttoning our shirts and sliding our hands up and onto each other's tits. Pulling bras cups down and leaning our heads, one after another onto each other's nipples, sucking and licking them. Getting more and more turned on in the darkness of the lot until I finally reach for her jeans button popping it open and sliding down her zipper. Her hand doing the same to mine.
In the heat of the moment, we both would be kicking off our heels and trying to raise our asses, to make getting our hands down one another pants easier. My hands sliding down into those dark jeans feeling her smooth sexy panties, getting my first feel of the outline of her pussy, as she is angling correctly to get her hands down my pants, feeling how wet and aroused I was.
Both of us kissing deeply, pressed up against one another, our shirts opened up, tits hanging out, fingering each other, moaning through our kisses until one; and then both of us orgasm on each other's fingers.
Pulling each other closer afterward, knowing this is what we want and who we want to be with. Wishing we were alone in a room, pulling clothes off, sliding panties down, and getting our first taste of each other's dripping wet pussies. Orgasm after orgasm, until we were both spent.
I couldn't tell you how many times I reached for my phone, grasping it, holding it up to my face, pulling up her text message that she was home, and seeing my reply underneath. Starting to text out; "come over," while my free hand was rubbing my clit or fingering myself. Only to stop myself and just keep fantasizing more about her. Wanting her, begging her to fuck me. How deep my fingers were inside my pussy. How loud I was moaning in the darkness of my room. How as much as I had never seen her naked body, I could picture it in my mind. How sexy it was, how hot it would be. I came time and time again, including fingering myself in the ass, on my knees wishing it was her fingers ramming in and out of me.
When all of the fantasies, as fast-paced and hot as they were, had concluded, I was face down, ass up, in my room, numb from the waist down. I was covered in sweat. I was breathing heavily, and I felt like I had jackhammered my pussy into submission. I had gotten off, thinking of a woman I had just had a small, but sexy make-out session in the back of a parking lot, after a great night out. But unlike my kiss with Linda, this one was overly arousing.
I was changing. I wanted this so bad. This wasn't some porn movie, some odd fantasy of my divorce lawyer, this was without a doubt, for real and with somebody I felt I had a great connection with, who seemingly, had a connection with me.
As I was coming down from my erotic rush, I began to think, what happens next? Do I text her again tonight or tomorrow? Do I ask her about dating one another? Do I send her an erotic picture and see how she responds? Was it the alcohol, that fueled this goodnight kiss? Will she feel the same in the morning? How in the world do I breech these questions and was I prepared for the answers? As much as I have fantasized and thought about dating a woman, was I ready for this? Could I come out if I fell in love? Was I ready to tell the world; Yeah, I was married and have 3 kids, but now I like pussy? Was she thinking of the same questions?
#LesbianErotica #ButtCrush #GreatAss
I felt feelings inside of me, I had not had in a long time. I wanted this. I wanted her and even though it was a woman, I was more than happy to be standing there kissing her. I could not stop, and she couldn't either, because every time one of us pulled away, we dove right back in kissing again. Our arms wrapped around one another. Her hand cupped my face, as mine reached and came to rest on the back of her head. Our passions were ignited and even though neither of us had admitted our interest in one another or being "lesbians" or dating, this kissing was a clear indication that there was more to this.
When we finally parted, and she drove off, I got into my car and I was overly excited, overly nervous, my heart was pumping in my chest and fantasies were even more heightened. I drove home with a million thoughts running through my head. At times my hand was cupping my breasts or sliding between my legs. My hands shook holding the steering wheel, my stomach was doing flip flops, and the overacting anxiousness that I carry with me always was spinning like a tornado through my body. I couldn't wait to get home and catch my breath. To let this soak in.
Now that I kissed her it wasn't some made-up female fantasy, this was about her. Perhaps the first step (at least I hoped) for me to finally have a lesbian experience, or maybe even enter into a lustful relationship with a woman. All those late nights of thinking of kissing her, or what she looked like naked, or what her pussy felt like in my hand or on my tongue, came rushing back tenfold to what they were before.
When I pulled into the garage and shut the overhead door, I turned the car off and just sat in silence. I needed to calm down. I needed to give myself a minute to decompress. I closed my eyes and just sat in the silence, just pushing all the racing thoughts away. When I felt my heart rate drop down to a normal pace, I finally managed to take my first deep breaths. I breathed in through my nose and out of my mouth a few times, finally letting all the anxiety, panic, excitement, and adrenaline go.
But as I sat there, I thought about our night. I thought about how sexy she looked. How much fun we had, how I couldn't even imagine that I bet a kiss. I thought about that first kiss. It went by so quickly that I couldn't even visualize it anymore. But that parking lot kiss, where we both admitted our wanting to kiss one another, came screaming back into my mind. I felt myself reliving it. Tasting it, feeling it as if it was happening again. And before I could even finish it in my mind, my pussy was throbbing. My anxiety, fear, disbelief, and nervousness subsided. But now my hormones had taken over.
When I got out of the car and started walking through the house, I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough. My shirt was unbuttoned and off my arms before I passed the kitchen. My bra hit the floor in the hallway. As I entered my bedroom and was pulling down my pants, making my way to my bed, my phone dinged. It was Mary writing she had gotten home safely. I replied to her telling her the same as I was trying to kick off my jeans. Before my knee even hit my mattress, my panties were down and my fingers were running up and down over my pussy.
I fell into bed coming to rest on my back, my legs were spread and my hands just caressing every inch of my body. I could still taste her lipstick on my lips, and smell her perfume in my nose. I could still taste the beer on my breath, just as I tasted it on hers as we kissed in that parking lot.
I wanted to text her and tell her to come over. I wanted her naked body next to mine. I wanted her fingers inside of me, as I wanted mine inside of her. I was dripping wet and so turned on, that I couldn't contain myself.
A whole new thought pattern of sexual experiences exploded within me. I kept fantasizing about us getting into her car after kissing in the lot. The excitement of knowing we weren't done yet. Thoughts of us leaning over her center column, kissing and touching each other. Lifting up; or unbuttoning our shirts and sliding our hands up and onto each other's tits. Pulling bras cups down and leaning our heads, one after another onto each other's nipples, sucking and licking them. Getting more and more turned on in the darkness of the lot until I finally reach for her jeans button popping it open and sliding down her zipper. Her hand doing the same to mine.
In the heat of the moment, we both would be kicking off our heels and trying to raise our asses, to make getting our hands down one another pants easier. My hands sliding down into those dark jeans feeling her smooth sexy panties, getting my first feel of the outline of her pussy, as she is angling correctly to get her hands down my pants, feeling how wet and aroused I was.
Both of us kissing deeply, pressed up against one another, our shirts opened up, tits hanging out, fingering each other, moaning through our kisses until one; and then both of us orgasm on each other's fingers.
Pulling each other closer afterward, knowing this is what we want and who we want to be with. Wishing we were alone in a room, pulling clothes off, sliding panties down, and getting our first taste of each other's dripping wet pussies. Orgasm after orgasm, until we were both spent.
I couldn't tell you how many times I reached for my phone, grasping it, holding it up to my face, pulling up her text message that she was home, and seeing my reply underneath. Starting to text out; "come over," while my free hand was rubbing my clit or fingering myself. Only to stop myself and just keep fantasizing more about her. Wanting her, begging her to fuck me. How deep my fingers were inside my pussy. How loud I was moaning in the darkness of my room. How as much as I had never seen her naked body, I could picture it in my mind. How sexy it was, how hot it would be. I came time and time again, including fingering myself in the ass, on my knees wishing it was her fingers ramming in and out of me.
When all of the fantasies, as fast-paced and hot as they were, had concluded, I was face down, ass up, in my room, numb from the waist down. I was covered in sweat. I was breathing heavily, and I felt like I had jackhammered my pussy into submission. I had gotten off, thinking of a woman I had just had a small, but sexy make-out session in the back of a parking lot, after a great night out. But unlike my kiss with Linda, this one was overly arousing.
I was changing. I wanted this so bad. This wasn't some porn movie, some odd fantasy of my divorce lawyer, this was without a doubt, for real and with somebody I felt I had a great connection with, who seemingly, had a connection with me.
As I was coming down from my erotic rush, I began to think, what happens next? Do I text her again tonight or tomorrow? Do I ask her about dating one another? Do I send her an erotic picture and see how she responds? Was it the alcohol, that fueled this goodnight kiss? Will she feel the same in the morning? How in the world do I breech these questions and was I prepared for the answers? As much as I have fantasized and thought about dating a woman, was I ready for this? Could I come out if I fell in love? Was I ready to tell the world; Yeah, I was married and have 3 kids, but now I like pussy? Was she thinking of the same questions?
#LesbianErotica #ButtCrush #GreatAss
