I met her on a rainy day outside of my office. She had a hood up and from behind I thought it was a coworker of mine. She turned around and smiled when I made a bad joke…the type only my coworker would understand. After that I started seeing her around. First in the elevator. Then at the happy hour bar around the corner from the building.
We talked over a few drinks. She immediately felt like someone I could be friends with…maybe more. There might have been flirting over the third mixed drink.
Nothing happened that night, but I’ll admit that I fantasized about her later that night, but I planned to keep to it just a fantasy.
Then last week, I was chatting with her on Facebook when my boyfriend sat down next to me on the couch. “Who’s making you giggle?” He’s not the jealous type. He was just curious.
I was completely honest with him. He knew that I had been fooling around with another girl before him and I got serious. I told him it wasn’t her, but another girl. Just friends. However, I felt like he could read more into it than what I was saying. Being a guy, he wanted to see her Facebook pictures. He approved.
Later that night when we were in bed, I was on my back and his face was between my legs. He stopped and said that he often imagined me with other women. He brought up the threesome we had back when we were just friends with benefits. Right before I was going to orgasm, as he fingered me, he told me something more. “I wouldn’t mind if slept with another woman.”
I didn’t answer him right away. Between my orgasm and my thoughts, I had a lot to process. It wasn’t until he was on top of me a few minutes later, that I confirmed that he was serious. He was. He just wanted to make sure that I was going to come back to him afterwards.
Emily and I hung out again. We did a happy hour together, then went bar hopping, but nothing happened. I was worried that it might mess up what I had with Mark. Plus, she was seeing some guy now too. After that night of drinking, she went to his place.
Then last Friday night we went to a party together. I was content with just hanging out at this point. I didn’t think anything was going to happen. Then we were walking from the party to a near by bar when she kissed me. Blame the alcohol, whatever. I’m not complaining. Her soft, sweet lips sent electricity through my body.
Needless to say, we didn’t catch up with her friends to the bar. We kissed for a few moments, before we agreed to go to my apartment.
My heart was pounding the whole Uber ride there. I felt nervous like it was the first time with a woman again. I was so excited.
We went straight to my bedroom, making out the whole way from the door to the bed. I climbed on to my bed and on to my back. She climbed on top of me.
The way she was on top of me drove me wild. She pushed my legs apart and pushed against me me like she’s fucking me. She doesn’t over do it. It’s so intense. I loved the way her soft, feminine figure pressed against me.
She pushed open the loose neckline of my dress and took my breasts out of my bra. She sucked on my nipples and my breathing became heavy. I forgot about all of my feelings of reluctance and inhibitions as her hands caressed me. I couldn’t wait to tell Mark about this.
Her top came off, my dress came off. Soon, it was just down to our underwear and it wasn’t long before that was gone. That’s when I rolled her on to her back.
I slowed down the pace. Having my fun kissing her neck, playing with her perky breasts. We both giggled as I kissed her stomach, then between her legs.
Being between her legs felt natural. Her taste was delicious on my tongue. The way she moaned as I licked and fingered her was better than in my fantasies.
She grabbed my head and tried to pull me closer as she climaxed.
I made her orgasm, then climbed on top of her. We kissed, her juices still on my lips. It was my turn to push her legs apart and act like I was fucking her. Our bodies rubbing together as we made out.
Her hand found it’s way between my legs and she started fingering me. It felt so good and she wouldn’t stop, no matter what position we were in. Me on top, on our sides, or when she was on top of me.
She fingered me fast and hard. So sensual and with such a sense of connection. I moaned deeply. I moaned loudly. This wasn’t like getting fingered in high school.
She didn’t stop until an intense orgasm over took me.
We passed out drunk after that, but I have a feeling it won’t be the last time we get together. The next night I told Mark. He was just as turned on by it as I was when Emily was touching me. He came extremely hard. He’s encouraging me to see her again. I don’t think that will be an issue.