I ran my hand up across her stomach, feeling her warm skin as I slowly slid my hands upward. My hand came to rest on the top of her bra. I was so excited that I was finally feeling another woman's breasts, that I almost chirped. Mary's hand slid up and under my shirt a few moments later, we both had moved forward getting the first feel of each other's tits.
Mary pulled my bra cup down, grasping a firm hold of my naked breast, squeezing, cupping, and caressing it. It was exciting, to say the least, when her warm hand cupped my tit, covering my nipple, as she moved our adventure forward. Knowing she had made a bigger move, I followed suit and pulled her bra cup down, placing my hand over her tit. It was absolutely amazing to feel her breast in my hand as we continued kissing passionately.
We kissed overpoweringly as our hands explored each other's bare breasts. I pulled my hand from underneath her shirt and grabbed a hold of it at the bottom, I lifted the shirt, as Mary arched her back and lifted her body upwards, so I could pull it up. I raised her shirt to her neck revealing her bare skin and went right back to feeling her tits. By this time, both of her bra cups, and both of mine were down, exposing both of our tits. I lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking it off completely. Mary did the same, removing hers, and were both pressed up against each other, skin to skin as we continued kissing.
As we lay kissing, we both fumbled with unhooking each other's bra straps, letting them dangle off our shoulders as we continued caressing each other's tits. I kissed my way down from her lips, along her neck, and down over the top of her chest, until I reached her breasts. I kissed both breasts gently and softly before my mouth hit her nipples. I slowly and gently sucked, licked, and teased her tits.
I pulled my bra strap through both arms, freeing myself of it, and tossed it on the floor. As I was just coming back down next to Mary, she did the same thing. I stared deeply at her body, her sexy tits, her bare chest realizing every fantasy I had of her, visualizing her tits was now a reality and right in front of me.
Mary and I engaged deeply in another heated kiss, with both of our hands working on touching, caressing, and exploring each other's bare skin. Mary slipped from our kiss, leaning me slightly back as her mouth gently and erotically kissed her way down my neck, throat, and across the top of my bare chest, and started sucking in my nipples. One at a time, deeply, lovingly as her warm mouth encompassed them.
I was dripping wet. I mean dripping wet. I could feel my juices resting on my left leg and I wanted to put my hand down her pants so bad. After Mary finished sucking on my tits and came back to kissing me, I slowly slid my hand from her breasts, down past her stomach where I felt her muscles slightly quivering as I passed them by. I slid my hand up and down her legs, along her inner thighs, in between both legs, softly, engrossingly as I slowly made my way up to her crotch.
When I thought it was the right time, I pushed my hand down deep in between her legs, cupping her pussy over her jeans. Her hands clinched on my tit, as I started rubbing up and down. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to slide my hands deep into her panties and see how wet she was. How erotic it would be to feel her wet lips. To feel another woman's pussy. To see how turned on she was.
Just as I was starting to reach for her jeans button to unbutton it, Mary pulled from our kiss and said; "Wait, I don't know if I'm ready for that."
I froze. I didn't know what to say. Here we were just seconds ago, face to face, chest to chest, kissing deeply my hand rubbing up and down over her pussy, getting excited and she stopped us.
I looked deeply into Mary's eyes, she seemed panicked and out of sorts.
"Jill, can we talk about this for a minute? She asked. Pulling back and away from me, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah, of course, we can," I replied.
Mary hesitated finding her word, but finally spoke out; "Jill, I have never done this type of stuff with a woman before. I like you. And I am curious, but this scares me. I don't know if I am a lesbian."
"I feel the same way," I spoke out.
"Have you been with a woman before?" She asked me.
"I went out on a couple of dates with a woman a while ago, but I have never exclusively dated or had sex with a woman before," I replied.
"I have never done anything like this before either," She spoke. "But for some reason, I feel real comfortable with you. And I like what we are doing, it just is mind-blowing to me."
"I know sweetheart," I replied. "I never thought I would be with a woman, but since my divorce, it's all I can think about."
There was a long pause in our conversations and Mary had dipped her head down onto my collarbone. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. I had never been in a position like this. Nor had she. Mary lifted her head slowly and said; "Jill, have you thought about me? I mean us that way?" She asked.
"Yes, I have actually," I replied
Mary, sighed and dipped her head again, whispering out the words, "God, I guess I ruined the moment then, didn't I?"
"No sweetie," I spoke. "I think this was perfect."
"Mary, I don't know if I am changing inside, or if it's the chance for me to experience something new, but I am interested in this," I spoke out. "I don't want you in an uncomfortable position, but I am into you and I would feel very interested if this went further."
Mary lifted her head, smiled at me, and reiterated that she loved being around me, but the sex part of this scared her.
Mary and I hugged and embraced deeply. I understood her fears, I had some of my own. I was so relieved she had admitted her interests and concerns to me. Saying things that maybe she was afraid of saying before. I felt closer to her after our small chat, and as we lay there in silence, just holding one another, feeling the warmth of our bodies in the darkness of my front room. I was enjoying being there alone with her like this. Wrapped up as lovers do. With a host of feelings and emotions running through us. In some cases, warm, safe, and loving. Others were being hot and horny. While some were in sheer panic, fear of the unknown, or concern about dating the same sex. I know my mind was spinning, contemplating where this could go. I'm sure hers was too. Mary lifted her head, looked deep into my eyes, and whispered to me, "Jill, I want this, it's just going to take me some time."
We pressed our lips together, embracing more deeply, and I knew at that moment her words were true and that eventually, we would take the next steps. As our arousal and passions faded, we lay together softly embracing and glowing in the moment. Both of us now knowing - and perhaps accepting - we wanted one another. Oddly enough we were two women who had never had a lesbian experience but were lying topless together, fearing to move forward, yet admitting we wanted to.
"I don't want to ruin our night anymore," she whispered. "But I think I'm going to go."
I didn't want her to leave. I was very comfortable lying there with her, but I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, or uneasy.
We both got up and got dressed. I watched as she put her bra and shirt back on, just seeing her standing there topless for a brief moment was amazing. I walked her to the door, where we hugged deeply again and kissed one last goodnight kiss. I stood at my window, watching her get into her car, and drive off.
I was overly spent and exhausted from the number of emotions, excitement, fear, and nervousness of her coming over; coupled with the sexual rush we had. Instead of heading to my bedroom, I wandered back over to the couch, pulled my shirt, bra, and pants off, crawled under the blanket, and just settled in for some rest.
As I lay there in the darkness, I kept thinking about her words. I felt fear and panic, yet solace and comfort knowing that at least we had a bit of an open conversation about our interests in one another and had one big-ass make-out session.
I was glad it stopped where it did, as disappointed as I felt. One because I didn't want us to do anything that made either of us uncomfortable; and two I didn't want it to be something we'd regret in the morning.
I felt aroused still and wholeheartedly, I wanted to have sex. I would have bet you any amount of money, I would have masturbated immediately to relieve myself from the frustration of being so turned on, but not going all the way. But yet, at that moment, even though I was still horny and wet wishing we would have gotten each other off, I didn't. I just drifted off thinking about her kiss, her sexy "mom" tits, her nipples, her face on my chest sucking mine and I felt a warm glow of comfort, that lulled me to sleep...
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Mary pulled my bra cup down, grasping a firm hold of my naked breast, squeezing, cupping, and caressing it. It was exciting, to say the least, when her warm hand cupped my tit, covering my nipple, as she moved our adventure forward. Knowing she had made a bigger move, I followed suit and pulled her bra cup down, placing my hand over her tit. It was absolutely amazing to feel her breast in my hand as we continued kissing passionately.
We kissed overpoweringly as our hands explored each other's bare breasts. I pulled my hand from underneath her shirt and grabbed a hold of it at the bottom, I lifted the shirt, as Mary arched her back and lifted her body upwards, so I could pull it up. I raised her shirt to her neck revealing her bare skin and went right back to feeling her tits. By this time, both of her bra cups, and both of mine were down, exposing both of our tits. I lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking it off completely. Mary did the same, removing hers, and were both pressed up against each other, skin to skin as we continued kissing.
As we lay kissing, we both fumbled with unhooking each other's bra straps, letting them dangle off our shoulders as we continued caressing each other's tits. I kissed my way down from her lips, along her neck, and down over the top of her chest, until I reached her breasts. I kissed both breasts gently and softly before my mouth hit her nipples. I slowly and gently sucked, licked, and teased her tits.
I pulled my bra strap through both arms, freeing myself of it, and tossed it on the floor. As I was just coming back down next to Mary, she did the same thing. I stared deeply at her body, her sexy tits, her bare chest realizing every fantasy I had of her, visualizing her tits was now a reality and right in front of me.
Mary and I engaged deeply in another heated kiss, with both of our hands working on touching, caressing, and exploring each other's bare skin. Mary slipped from our kiss, leaning me slightly back as her mouth gently and erotically kissed her way down my neck, throat, and across the top of my bare chest, and started sucking in my nipples. One at a time, deeply, lovingly as her warm mouth encompassed them.
I was dripping wet. I mean dripping wet. I could feel my juices resting on my left leg and I wanted to put my hand down her pants so bad. After Mary finished sucking on my tits and came back to kissing me, I slowly slid my hand from her breasts, down past her stomach where I felt her muscles slightly quivering as I passed them by. I slid my hand up and down her legs, along her inner thighs, in between both legs, softly, engrossingly as I slowly made my way up to her crotch.
When I thought it was the right time, I pushed my hand down deep in between her legs, cupping her pussy over her jeans. Her hands clinched on my tit, as I started rubbing up and down. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to slide my hands deep into her panties and see how wet she was. How erotic it would be to feel her wet lips. To feel another woman's pussy. To see how turned on she was.
Just as I was starting to reach for her jeans button to unbutton it, Mary pulled from our kiss and said; "Wait, I don't know if I'm ready for that."
I froze. I didn't know what to say. Here we were just seconds ago, face to face, chest to chest, kissing deeply my hand rubbing up and down over her pussy, getting excited and she stopped us.
I looked deeply into Mary's eyes, she seemed panicked and out of sorts.
"Jill, can we talk about this for a minute? She asked. Pulling back and away from me, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah, of course, we can," I replied.
Mary hesitated finding her word, but finally spoke out; "Jill, I have never done this type of stuff with a woman before. I like you. And I am curious, but this scares me. I don't know if I am a lesbian."
"I feel the same way," I spoke out.
"Have you been with a woman before?" She asked me.
"I went out on a couple of dates with a woman a while ago, but I have never exclusively dated or had sex with a woman before," I replied.
"I have never done anything like this before either," She spoke. "But for some reason, I feel real comfortable with you. And I like what we are doing, it just is mind-blowing to me."
"I know sweetheart," I replied. "I never thought I would be with a woman, but since my divorce, it's all I can think about."
There was a long pause in our conversations and Mary had dipped her head down onto my collarbone. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. I had never been in a position like this. Nor had she. Mary lifted her head slowly and said; "Jill, have you thought about me? I mean us that way?" She asked.
"Yes, I have actually," I replied
Mary, sighed and dipped her head again, whispering out the words, "God, I guess I ruined the moment then, didn't I?"
"No sweetie," I spoke. "I think this was perfect."
"Mary, I don't know if I am changing inside, or if it's the chance for me to experience something new, but I am interested in this," I spoke out. "I don't want you in an uncomfortable position, but I am into you and I would feel very interested if this went further."
Mary lifted her head, smiled at me, and reiterated that she loved being around me, but the sex part of this scared her.
Mary and I hugged and embraced deeply. I understood her fears, I had some of my own. I was so relieved she had admitted her interests and concerns to me. Saying things that maybe she was afraid of saying before. I felt closer to her after our small chat, and as we lay there in silence, just holding one another, feeling the warmth of our bodies in the darkness of my front room. I was enjoying being there alone with her like this. Wrapped up as lovers do. With a host of feelings and emotions running through us. In some cases, warm, safe, and loving. Others were being hot and horny. While some were in sheer panic, fear of the unknown, or concern about dating the same sex. I know my mind was spinning, contemplating where this could go. I'm sure hers was too. Mary lifted her head, looked deep into my eyes, and whispered to me, "Jill, I want this, it's just going to take me some time."
We pressed our lips together, embracing more deeply, and I knew at that moment her words were true and that eventually, we would take the next steps. As our arousal and passions faded, we lay together softly embracing and glowing in the moment. Both of us now knowing - and perhaps accepting - we wanted one another. Oddly enough we were two women who had never had a lesbian experience but were lying topless together, fearing to move forward, yet admitting we wanted to.
"I don't want to ruin our night anymore," she whispered. "But I think I'm going to go."
I didn't want her to leave. I was very comfortable lying there with her, but I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, or uneasy.
We both got up and got dressed. I watched as she put her bra and shirt back on, just seeing her standing there topless for a brief moment was amazing. I walked her to the door, where we hugged deeply again and kissed one last goodnight kiss. I stood at my window, watching her get into her car, and drive off.
I was overly spent and exhausted from the number of emotions, excitement, fear, and nervousness of her coming over; coupled with the sexual rush we had. Instead of heading to my bedroom, I wandered back over to the couch, pulled my shirt, bra, and pants off, crawled under the blanket, and just settled in for some rest.
As I lay there in the darkness, I kept thinking about her words. I felt fear and panic, yet solace and comfort knowing that at least we had a bit of an open conversation about our interests in one another and had one big-ass make-out session.
I was glad it stopped where it did, as disappointed as I felt. One because I didn't want us to do anything that made either of us uncomfortable; and two I didn't want it to be something we'd regret in the morning.
I felt aroused still and wholeheartedly, I wanted to have sex. I would have bet you any amount of money, I would have masturbated immediately to relieve myself from the frustration of being so turned on, but not going all the way. But yet, at that moment, even though I was still horny and wet wishing we would have gotten each other off, I didn't. I just drifted off thinking about her kiss, her sexy "mom" tits, her nipples, her face on my chest sucking mine and I felt a warm glow of comfort, that lulled me to sleep...
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