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At the Kamasutra....(Female SunnyG)

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: SunnyG Posted on: 22 Sep 2004 1 comments
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My one and only sexual experiance with another woman. Is this website addictive or is it just me?About a year ago, close friend of mine had confided in me that he was a swinger. The term was unfamiliar to me and I asked him to explain. I remember my eyes widening at his very casual explanation. He also told me of a club in the area that he was interested in becoming a member of. He didn't ask me to join with him and kept the tone of the conversation very casual, but in retrospect I now suspect him of planting the information in my mind, with the hopes of it taking root. A few months later, I brought the subject up to him again. (The seed had sprouted and had produced a rather large tree to grow from the side of my head...it was rather annoying.) I asked if he had gone yet, only to learn that he had not found the "right" woman. He smirked at me and wiggled his eyebrows, evil beast that he is. I confided that I had allowed the thought of going to a swing club to titillate me. He smirked again. (I thought about whacking his pee-pee.)He suggested I check out their chat room and website. I did. I signed in as Redlioness. Red for my long curly hair, lioness for my horoscope, and I capped it because I have control issues. Anyway, I found the people online to be very amusing and with a great deal of playfulness, which are two personal fav's of mine. So with great eagerness, I told my friend, Trace, that I should like to accompany him to this club. We made plans.I went shopping, which is saying something, as I hate to shop. I found a shimmering red dress, which hugged my curves and left my back daringly bare. I wore thigh highs that have an iridescent shimmer to them and lacy sheer boy panties. I added stappy heels, a sheer wrap and pulled my hair up allowing a few tendrils to fall down my nape and tickle my back. I shaved my pussy leaving it bare. I felt sexy as hell, and a force to be reckoned with. I ignored the butterflies in my belly.When we walked in the door, I became terrified and as usual when that happens my feet become incredibility interesting and I hang my head to stare at them. Trace, who is familiar with my quick changes from strong conquering she-warrior to the timid, skittish creature I now was, wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his side. We were given a tour, and Trace stood between our host and me, as he gets protective when I become timid. From time to time, he would point out someone who was showing a marked interest in us. I got a hold of my fear and with a toss of my head met people's glances head on. Trace gave me a nod of approval and I stood a bit taller and raised my eyebrow at him. (He calls my raised eyebrow, the WTF are you looking at? Look.) We took our drinks to the bar, as they do not sell alcohol there, but will mix and serve your own beverages back to you. Then we did a tour on our own, we admired the sex swing in the main playroom. Went into the private play rooms, and I checked out the ladies retiring room. I did get a few skin crawl moments, the idea of people watching in the main room made me very uncomfortable, and the private rooms seemed sparsely furnished and rather clinical. We went back down stairs, and into the dining room that was serving a buffet style meal. I sat w/ my back to the room and my friend gave me a running commentary of who had cast a glance in our direction. We offered each other sample bites of our food. Ya ever notice other people's food always taste better than your own?? Also, counters and tables are often more comfortable to sit on than chairs... Sorry, got a bit off track.Trace, got a strange look on his face, and stared out over my right shoulder. "There is a woman and man. They haven't taken their eyes off you since we walked in. You need to prepare yourself because they've taken a seat close to the door, and are going to make a point of speaking to you when we leave." My heart started pounding, almost painfully. I told a few deep breathes and met my friend's gaze. "You look wonderful tonight, and nothing has to happen tonight. I was just proud to walk in beside you this evening." I nodded and tried to swallow. "Ready for a drink?" Trace asked."Oh yeah."We started for the door, and as I turned I searched out the couple he had warned me about. She was an attractive brunette w/ shoulder length hair and a curvy body, he was dark in an Italian kinda way... with kind eyes that crinkled a bit in the corners. As we started to walk out, I felt my arm grasped. It was the woman, "I love your dress. I have one almost like it, that I almost wore tonight." " I bet you look great in it." I replied. We made small talk, and the whole time I felt that she was flirting w/ me. Trace and I started up the stairs and I shared my impressions, and he assured me that I was correct. I let that thought rock my world as we climbed the stairs. At the top of the stairs he informed me that she watched me the whole time we went upstairs. I needed a drink, now.We got to the bar and I told the bartender a jack and coke and a scotch neat. Explained that "neat" meant no water no ice.... just pour it in a glass. We got our drinks and I handed him his Jack and coke and retrieved my scotch that the bartender assumed was his. I told a large mouthful.... which is a true waste of good scotch but I needed it. Stole a cigarette and lit it w/ trembling fingers. As I exhaled and turned my head, there she was staring at me. I think I yelped in surprise. Her husband laughed. I coughed.We started talking, and she asked if I had ever been w/ a woman...I said no. She became quiet. I confessed to wondering about it. Her eyes lit up. I asked if she would mind if I kissed her...I have often wondered about kissing a woman. I asked her husband if he would mind...He said, "Oh.... please." I kissed my first woman.... her mouth was amazingly soft...and her bottom lip was full. Damn...I never thought I'd enjoy it that much!!! I almost fell off the damn bar stool. I finished off my drink...lit another stolen cigarette...and panted. We danced.... shared more kisses. Then it happened, Steph asked if I wanted to go to a private room w/ her and her husband Tom. I wanted to...I just wasn't sure I wanted...to want to. Being curious is not the same as actually doing it. I made up my mind. "Trace goes w/ me and the men do not join in." She turned to her husband got the nod and grabbed my hand and off we went our guys following behind us.She took off my dress, and stood back smiling. Admired the Lion head tattoo on my hip. I wore no bra, just the thigh highs and lacy panties. She asked me to take the panties off, I asked her to slip out of her pants and I would oblige. We undressed watching each other, I helped her remove her blouse and cupped one of her breasts.... skimmed my thumb over the nipple. We knelt facing each other, and I reached up and pulled the pin from my hair and let it fall down my back and cover my breasts. Steph leaned in and sucked on my left breast and then trailed kisses down my belly. She nudged me back and stroked my inner thighs with feather light touches...I broke eye contact to watch her hands. Strange to see a woman's manicured hands on your body when you're used to seeing the darker, bigger hands of a man. The textures were so different that I closed my eyes and concentrated on it. I felt her tongue then, and her fingers spreading me wide. I gasped in reaction and glanced over at Trace, he was ready for me and gave me an encouraging smile. I glanced down my body at Steph, her hair felt soft and silky against my thighs. I allowed this to go on for a few moments, and then decided that I wanted to act on my fantasy. So, I sat up, reached down and stroked my thumb along Steph's jaw, she obligingly looked up and I kissed her...tasting myself on her lips. I offered her a wicked grin and flipped her onto her back. Telling her that I wanted to touch and explore...racking my nails down her tummy as I spoke.... She nodded her acceptance. She was shaved as well, delicately pink and glistening. I moved her thighs wider and reached in slowly to touch. I told her how pink she was like the inside of shells I collected as a child. I rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger, while leaning in and telling her I wanted a taste ...just a little one...I hovered above her belly....waited till she made eye contact with me than licked.I made a mmmm sound. I asked for her wrists, pulled them under her ass and tilting her hips in the air at the same time. I used one hand to hold her wrists firmly the other was stroking all around her pussy...she was making whimpering noises and arching her hips into my touch."Say please, Steph." I told her, feeling her pain.She screamed please. "Good girl." I told her. Sliding a finger in...she greedily clenched my finger. I told her to let it go. Then I slid another in.... telling her I'd be disappointed if she clenched again...she moaned. I rubbed my two fingers at the top of her but deep inside and stroked her clit with my tongue rubbing up and down in rhythm to the rubbing of my fingers.... It was beautiful, she arched and she sobbed. I refused to go faster and some time just to drive her daft I hesitated. ...Then I just wanted to devour her....and I became somewhat mindless at that point and she did too...then I felt it... the clenching pumping feeling around my fingers. I continued to softly lave her clit with my tongue as she came down....a dazed look in her eyes. Sometime later, she said, "You've done this before." "No," I assured her. "You were my first."She didn't believe me. Strangely enough it made me feel rather proud that she didn't believe me. I still smile when I think of her.