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I'll Show you mine.

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Julia6 Posted on: 11 May 2019 2 comments
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You may remember that my last story ended up with me, naked kneeling on the kitchen floor with hubby's sperm on my breasts, saying goodbye to our visitor. Barbara had made a comment about booking into a hotel which raised all sorts of possibilities.It was over a month later before we could both arrange to get away for a couple of nights. John was aware of the plan and seemed very vigorous with me as the day approached. I had booked us into a hotel that I had visited before both with hubby and others. It was very expensive luxurious and, most importantly, discrete.I arrived about 4 in the afternoon. The room was lovely, a large double bed, two baths side by side and a huge TV. I suddenly felt nervous, unsure of myself and a bit of a whore. Delicious.I poured myself a large glass of Chardonnay and sat to think about the planned tryst. I had no idea what she had planned to do or even if it was going to be sexual. I expected it to be but I didn't know. Barbara and I had always had a very friendly open relationship where we could share most things but nothing physical had ever happened. She had told me, in some detail, about her one serious affair. It had lasted a couple of years but ended when her lover's job had moved. We had a very drunken evening detailing the faults of men in general and hers in particular which I hope helped her get through it. She seems to have gotten over it and is very happy now. I understand that she eventually confessed and their marriage is stronger.During my muse the trainer bottoms in which I had travelled had been pushed down and I had been working myself gently. Barbara's lover had introduced her to the delights of anal sex and I remembered with relish her recounting the first time she had persuaded her husband to do likewise. He had buggered her in her lounge, her dress and slip round her waist and 'Ski Sunday' on the TV. Pushing my undies down too I allowed myself a climax thinking of them.Shortly after I had tidied myself up Barbara rang me. She planned to join me in about 30 minutes and, she hesitated, asked me if there was any need for me to be anything other than nude when she arrived. I was flustered, mentioned the porter delivering luggage, and "What about dinner?" I was told I could hide in the bathroom when the porter was there and we could have room service. Settled.When the door was knocked and the key was put in the slot I just managed to make it into the bathroom before I heard them come in. There was some conversation, which took some time before the door was closed and she called "It's OK you can come out now." Rather apprehensively I looked round the door before moving out and standing before her."Hello Julia. How are you?" Just a tense "Hello" from me and I was suddenly very aware of my nakedness. After a pause she stepped forward and we hugged as we usually did, but usually I was dressed. The very chaste embrace, her hands on my flesh only emphasised the journey we had both made to be there."You look lovely Julia. Make yourself comfortable on the sofa while I freshen up." I had taken the precaution of winding the heating up on arrival so it was comfortable. I curled myself up in a corner of the chesterfield as she hung up her jacket. She was dressed casually in a wrap skirt and a print shirt. Her hair was tied back into a simple tail. There was possibly one extra button undone on the shirt but I am not sure.She kicked off her shoes and joined me at the other end of the sofa. I cannot ever remember feeling so under dressed. She asked about John and the kids and then told me a few things about her and her husband. I hesitantly asked her if she had enjoyed her visit to us. A smile and then, "I've been like a bitch on heat ever since. When I told Andrew I've never seen him get so randy. He had me on the floor of the lounge with my tights round my knees. So undignified!"We both laughed which broke the tension a little. I said that I thought we all interested in what other people did and to actually see was very satisfying. "You like to be seen to don't you?" I nodded my assent. "I can see that your nipples are hard." Another nod, blushing. "Your pubic hair is very prolific, show me."I swivelled round so I was sitting facing her, my knees bent and open, my feet almost touching her leg. I ran a finger up between my lips, separating them for her. "Very very hairy, I see you trim the hair round your lips. It looks quite wet."She just looked at me and without really thinking about it I just started to play. I just used a finger between the lips, spreading my juices. She was quiet and radiated an air of peacefulness. I realised that this was why I had always liked this woman, really liked her. My left hand dipped and then spread a little juice on a nipple, and then the other. They were quite painful now.I started on my clit, well just above it, my thighs falling apart in that lewd display. Barbara looked hot too. She had curled up as I had been just showing a little thigh, staring intently at my busy fingers. I needed some penetration and used two fingers to stimulate my inner wall.I caught her eye and, once again, there was that magnificent moment when you know your orgasm approaches, you are being watched and the observer will see that ultimate surrender to your senses. The wave took me up and threw me down replete and the next thin I knew I woke up covered snug in a duvet, still naked on the sofa.Barbara was sat at the desk writing. She announced that she had changed her mind about dinner, we would use the dinning room and that she had booked us a table. Before that however there was one thing to be done. She stood, lifted the sides of her skirt and stepped out of her silk directoire knickers. She then undid the pin holding her skirt and unwrapped it, looking wonderful in suspender belt, stocking and shirt. She arranged herself on the sofa, spread, and surprisingly, she was completely shaven. She tried to sound forceful with the command "Eat!" but I could see she was nervous. Gladly I knelt to her, pulling a thigh over my shoulder and settled to my task.She was expensively perfumed and I travelled slowly enjoying the exploration. Her outer lips are not prominent but able enough and I restricted myself to them for a while, just licking and lightly sucking alternately. Gradually I was rewarded with her own musk mingling with the perfume and I ventured to let my tongue travel up towards her clit, moving away at the last possible moment. A groan as my mouth kissed her stomach.A few more licks just missing target and I felt her I felt her hand in my hair pulling me into her, what can only be described as, a very wet cunt. This is a wonderfully intimate gesture is only possible between people when any barriers between them have completely disappeared. When John does this to me it's a signal that I can relax, let him lead, knowing with absolute certainty that I will celebrate his choice of pumping his seed into my mouth or onto my face. In the same way Barbara was telling me to just let her come. I was happy to oblige and was rewarded with a spectacular orgasm.. She did not squirt but released copious amounts of sweet juices onto my face and tongue before falling back breathless and red faced.We showered together before dinner, which was my first chance to see her naked as a lover rather than just a friend. We kissed gently and lathered each other but resisted the temptation to continue further. Anticipation is sweet.For dinner I wore what was for me a very short skirt and shoes, nothing else. Barbara wore a white shirt, belted over some dress slacks. It made us look like what we were on this occasion, a butch and a fem lesbian on a dirty weekend away. I managed not to show to much as we had our champagne in the bar although it was difficult as the seats were low. Our table was near a window and we were seated at it on two adjacent sides to enable us to look out. I was tucked away quite close to the wall with my back to most of the dinning room.We ate simply but well, Barbara ordering for me. That sort of firmness always gives me a little tingle where it counts. Conversation with her is always interesting and wide ranging and this was no exception. Whilst we were studying the desert menu she asked me directly if I was enjoying being her slut. "Very much". "Well don't sit on your dress then!"This was said quietly but was highly erotic. I manoeuvred myself so that my bare buttocks were on the seat causing my dress to move to the top of my thighs. "After I confessed my affair to Andrew he had me go without undies for two months, no slacks and I was never to sit on my dress anywhere. Its so humiliating isn't it?"My opinion of him went up immediately. Mirroring my own thoughts she whispered that she may give me to him as a present for a weekend. Then we were asked about dessert. Barbara was arranging for it to be delivered to our room with a large pot of coffee and a bottle of port wine. Our waitress looked a little flustered. Initially I thought it was just the hint of sex in the request and that may have been true, but I suddenly realised that part of my pussy was on display. Did I open my thighs a little? I can not really be sure but I was certainly aware of her gaze. She was young, 19 or 20 I would guess, probably a student. Tall and slim, long blonde hair and a firm body. Her bottom, tightly covered by her jeans, was only to be worshiped!We retired to our room. In the lift she kissed me, a finger embedded in me. This was repeated a few times walking along to our room. At our door she had me remove the dress before gaining access to the room. Inside I kissed her back and knelt to lower her slacks and panties. She spread and let me taste her for a while before guiding me back to the sofa, naked.She looked very sexy, her shirt acting as a dress, longer, if anything, than the one I had just discarded. Not long afterwards there was a knock. Barbara answered and I heard her say "Please bring it in. Please accept my apologies for the state of our dress." A murmured reply and then there she was, our waitress. I was suddenly fully aware of my nakedness. Exposed, embarrassed, turned on and humiliated a full gamut of emotions. Even so I did move a little to give her a full display of my pussy before she left, red faced."I have never tasted a cunt, apart from my own. That is about to change" She knelt and put her hands under my buttocks, lifting my nether lips to her mouth.