Life is Good, II
"Stand up for me." And with that she rose, kissing me deeply and fully the way I had dreamed, slipping her feather soft tongue just within my lips. "Come with me, Rachel, your joys are just beginning."
Too stunned to speak, I meekly followed. Only my wildest shower fantasies could beat this.
Rachel kicked off her shoes and turned me around to take off my dress. Slowly, inch-by-inch she eased the zipper downward, kissing each exposed inch of me. When the dress pooled at my feet, she turned me around. Her eyes shone as she looked at my breasts, caught within my bra. Her gaze traveled downward to take in the tiny scrap of silk and lace covering my most secret part, and downward from there to take in the thigh-high stockings and high heels on my feet.
"God you're beautiful. But here, I think I need to set you free." And so saying, she reached down with one hand and unsnapped my bra. My generous breasts spilled forth into her waiting hands. Berta took a deep contented sigh. "I've only dreamed of breasts like yours, Rachel. Are they sensitive?"
Not knowing where I found the guts, I whispered, "Find out. Please? Stroke them, kiss them. Let me feel your lips on my nipples.
Reverently, Berta lowered her head to lightly run her tongue across the nipple. It immediately hardened into a concentration of nothing but nerve endings. I gasped and drew her head closer. "That feels so wonderful. Suck harder. Sometimes I make myself cum just by playing with my breasts. More, Berta, more." I could feel my crotch dripping in anticipation. If her hands felt this wonderful on my breasts...No, I couldn't imagine any more. If we stopped now, I'd be content. I could feel my orgasm building. Berta must have sensed the same thing. She withdrew her mouth and rolled her thumbs around the rock-hard nipples.
"Slow down, Rach, there's more where this came from." She led me to the bed, which was on a small, raised platform. She backed off, turned around and lowered the straps of her miniature dress. I already knew she only had panties on from when I'd watched her dress. She bent over and in strip tease fashion, lowered her thong. I could see her glistening mound framed by her lovely long legs. Her pussy lips were the same dark coral as her nipples. Berta didn't have much hair, but what there was curled moistly. She ran her hands slowly up her legs as she stepped out of her thong. Turning, she ran her hands around the edges of her petite breasts. "Tonight, I thought you'd never get here. I stood in the bathroom for so long, undressed on purpose just so you'd catch me and I could pretend it was accidental. I kept stroking my pussy, fantasizing about how you'd look tonight. I'm here for you. These breasts are yours, this wet dripping pussy is yours. I'll show you just how wonderful a woman's love can be. Whenever you feel afraid or overwhelmed, just say so and we'll stop. Okay?" And with that she sat on the bed next to me and kissed me deeply. So deeply, I felt like she was sucking my toes.
"Do you like it when we kiss? Yes? Do you like it when I touch your nipples?" Berta lowered her head to my breasts again, this time slowly easing me down to lie on the bed. She put her hand under her chin so she could watch my face as she slowly, teasingly eased her fingertips down in a slow spiraling curve to rest against my stomach. Kissing me once again, I felt her fingers begin their descent again. Onward, relentlessly, only to stop I hoped in my love canal. She surprised my by bypassing it in favor of playing dancing little circles upon my thigh tops, skipping under the edges of the stockings. Berta took my hand and led it to her breast. I wasn't content to only touch and circle the nipple with my fingers. I rose and pushing her down on the bed, I laved her tits until she seems a bundle of nerves. She drew a shuddering breath and sat up, saying shakily that she had better slow down. Berta drew me fully onto the bed and kneeled next to me on the mattress, letting her fingers skim across my hot, flushed skin.
For a moment, I watched her fingers dance across me, then I looked into her face as she watched me. "Berta, what comes next? What happens now with your other lovers? I want to know it all, feel it all."
She responded "Rach, you are like no one else I've ever been with. You are so beautiful, so confident, so comfortable in your world. I'm enjoying seeing you be not so comfortable. We are the ones who say what comes next. This isn't a choreographed dance with a series of steps. What do you want to happen next?"
"Touch me. Please. Touch my most private part." I strained upward to meet her fingertips, brushing ever so softly against my damp curls.
"There is a drop of cum, just here, lying on the outside of your lips." And she gently lowered her head to lick the drop from my curls. I could feel her hot, moist breath caress me. I thrust my hips upward but she placed her hand against my stomach to lower me. "Just wait, patience my love." She knelt between my thighs and ran her fingers through my hair. Tantalizingly, an inch at a time, she lowered her head to nudge against my lips. Like a feather, her tongue glanced across my clit. I shuddered as my clit hood instantly sprung back, exposing my knot of pure passion. Berta lowered her tongue along my slit to slowly lap my cum juices from my lips. I buried my fingers in her hair, and not finding that enough, raised one hand to slowly stroke by breast. I didn't want to devote too much attention to my breasts since I didn't want to cum too soon and miss the joy of this first time.
Berta whispered against my lips, "Baby, you're so hot, so wet. Let me see all the way inside you. Cum for me." She danced her fingers, ever so softly, around the outside of my center, teasing me. "No, I won't enter you. This is woman love, we do it our way. Just wait. And she opened her mouth wide and started licking upward top circle around my button, circling in ever-smaller circles until she was wiggling her tongue back and forth across me. Her fingers continued to trace just the outside, most sensitive part of my lips.
I could feel my breath getting shallower, could feel the heat rising from my feet. The knot of pleasure in my lower stomach grew tighter and tighter. "That's it lover, tighten with pleasure, cum for me, let me lick your love juice." My own hands were clutching at my breasts as my hips bucked and jumped against her mouth. On the edge of an orgasm, Berta flattened her mouth to create a suction field against my love button. That was enough to send me flying wildly over the edge. I shuddered endlessly. The sigh of my pleasure seemed never ending. My hands stopped their fierce clenching against my breasts. Berta slowly lapped my cream, avoiding my completely sensitive clit. I sighed one last time and pulling Berta by her arms raised her to where I could kiss her I'd licked my own juices from my fingers after a session enjoying myself in the shower, but this was different. My own unique flavor was so different, so good against Berta's lips.
"Thank you. God, I never imagined. Even my fantasies were nothing compared to this."
Berta traced my lips with her tongue, dipping in and out of my mouth like she just had a moment ago. "Would you touch me? I'm aching for your touch. I came just watching your love hole clench in orgasm. That's the first time I ever came just loving someone with my mouth.
I gently rolled her over to lie against the sheets. It was just like my earlier, momentary fantasy. There my lover was, lying toss led on the sheets, her dark hair a beautiful contrast to the dark purple of the bedding. I lowered my head to her breasts as I raised myself over her. Our snatches melted together, my cum forming a tight, wet seal between us. I began experimentally moving my crotch against my lovers. As tall as Berta was, our crotches and breasts were perfectly aligned. I sat up to increase the friction between us. Berta started breathing heavier. "Please, touch me."
I slid myself down her gorgeous body, accidentally glancing my breast against her hole. I gasped at the pure pleasure of it. Berta, I could see liked it as well, as I took my nipple and rubbed it back and forth across her clit. Finally, I could stand it no more and lowered my tongue to her nubbin. I danced my tongue around and inside her lips, separating them to expose her core. I used my tongue as a spoon to lap up her already flowing juice. God, she tasted so good. Where I had tasted slightly tangy against her lips, she was fully sweet. I moaned against he. Berta moaned at the same time. Using my hands I pulled her lips even farther apart as I danced my pointed tongue across her clit. Accidentally, my thumb brushed against her anus, causing her to gasp with pleasure. I slipped my thumb into her love center to get it lubed up and returned it to her lovely little ass hole. I applied slight but constant pressure to ease my thumb within her tight little muscle.
"Oh, my God, no one has ever done that to me! Keep going, deeper, deeper. Rachel, suck my clit. Suck, lover, suck. I'm coming! I slipped my other thumb just within the lips of her snatch and circled it as I butt fingered her and sucked her to orgasm. As she was coming down, I lowered my head to lick the outside of her anus, swollen slightly from my thumb. God, even her ass tasted good, sweet. I returned to her snatch and lapped her sweet woman juice.
Not knowing how I'd done my first time out of the shoot but not wanting to ask the trite "how was it for you", I looked Berta deep in the eyes and said "I'm almost 38. You are by no means my first lover. But only now, am I beginning to understand what it is to be a woman. Is there more to learn? Can we do this again?"
Berta sighed "Oh, lover, life is good."
Copyright 2000 by Meaghan Meyers