I’m nervous entering the community of Hersey, Pennsylvania. Yes, that Hershey. Where the smell of sweet chocolate permeates the air and the world-famous Hershey Kisses have been made since 1907.
My thoughts return to the purpose of my visit. The reason why I’m leaving my husband for the weekend and driving 137 miles and spending two-and-a half hours on the road. The raison d’etre of my visit – Erica. Erica, a twenty-eight-year old woman that I met on Lush. Yes, on Lush!
My mind is aflutter with questions.
Am I doing the right thing? What happens if we don’t ‘click? What if…
My thoughts revolve around the 'why?'
Why am meeting a girl I’ve never met in person before? Why am I leaving the husband I love dearly, a husband I’ve never been apart from before? A man, who for six years, I’ve been inseparable from. Until now.
Erica, a woman who, until August of last year, I had never heard of. Had she not joined Lush, it is unlikely our paths would of ever of crossed. But, they had crossed. A crossing that changed both of us.
From the moment I set my eyes on her profile name – Luvmyhighheels – I was intrigued. Meeting another woman who prefers high-heels to any other shoe and who wears them as much as possible, I was immediately attracted to her Lush user-name. Reading her profile, I discovered we shared other interests as well.
For example, in addition to her love of high heel, she, like me, has a love of hosiery. Both of us love to show off our legs covered in sheer nylon. I dare say, for the both of us, it is more than a preference. It is an addiction.
Sure, there are differences in our tastes. But they are minor.
Erica prefers pantyhose, sans panties. I prefer thigh-high stockings, but for special occasions, and this is one of them, stockings and a garter belt. Both of us are certainly out of touch with our peers who prefer bare legs – if they even show them off at all.
A message requesting her Lush friendship was quickly answered and we immediately hit it off as they say.
I found both of us work in the legal profession. She as a legal secretary of family-owned law practice, near Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Me, as a lawyer with an established law firm in downtown Washington, DC. Both have dress-codes that require their employees to dress in “traditional” professional attire while at work. That means skirts and blouses or dresses for women.
Neither of us minds the sine qua non.
Another thing that quickly drew us together as close friends was our love of sex. Both of us are, perhaps, borderline nymphomaniacs. We love sex. All types of sex. Oral, vaginal, anal. Sex is constantly on our minds. We’re continually thinking about it and neither of us is afraid to talk to be open with each other about it or our experiences. We can’t seem to get enough of it. Fortunately, both of us married men who are just as sexually voracious as we are and thus are able to sate our appetites for the carnal pleasures.
Erica’s experiences started earlier than mine. I found her somewhat more daring at sixteen than I in those formative teenage years.
I was, and still am to some degree, guided by my Southern Baptist upbringing.
In addition, during my high school years, we lived in a small town in rural Alabama. Everyone knew everyone else and everyone had their noses in everyone else’s business. There were hardly any secrets and damn little ability to keep your personal business, well personal.
That meant, it wasn’t until the summer before my junior and senior years in high school was I had the opportunity to take that first step into womanhood. Those same restraints meant it really wasn’t until I left home to go to college that I got away from the prying eyes of “small-town America.” It was in college that I, like many women and men, was truly able to discover and hone my sexual skills and feed its desires.
Erica, on the other hand, managed to shed her Catholic school upbringing quickly. Her parents were far more accepting of her sexual explorations than mine were – or are for that matter.
One result was that Erica was far comfortable with things like leaving high school for a quick fuck nearby. Or having sex with lots of boys and men. She dared to do things I would have never thought about much less consider. For example, having sex with the father of two children she was the babysitter for.
As a result, she was far more sexually active in high school than I was. One thing on her profile did stick out though. Her orientation. Bi-sexual it read. That was one thing that separated Erica’s experiences from my own.
Like most girls, I was definitely interested in boys by the time I got into high school. It didn’t take me long to hook-up with Ryan, who remained my first and only boyfriend until college. I was definitely attracted to boys, then men, and remained so through college and to the present day. Never once did I ever think of a girl in similar terms.
That is until I met Erica.
While I had never thought of women sexually, I also tried not to hold judgment on any that did. I generally accept most alternative lifestyles. That includes bisexuals.
Lush opened my eyes. Not only did I meet incredibly interesting people like Erica, I was able to read large numbers of stories with bisexuals as the theme. As I became more and more acquainted with the idea, I found my interest being piqued as well. I started flirting with Erica and other bisexual women in the Lush forums. I became more comfortable with the concept. The idea of just trying it began to seem less-and-less foreign, less frightening to me.
Finally, after what some people might think as a too short of period of time to make such a life-changing decision, Erica and I decided to meet where she agreed to introduce me to and teach me the pleasures that two women can share together.
***
I stop my car under the overhang at the main entrance to Hershey Lodge and go inside to the check-in counter.
If you don’t like it, you don’t ever have to do anything again, I tell myself.
“May I help you?” The clerk asks.
“Yes. I’m Meagan Carpenter. I should have a reservation.” I push the confirmation email receipt I received across the counter to her.
“Yes, Ms. Carpenter. A reservation for two with one king-size bed for two nights.”
“That’s correct. A King Guest Room.”
Signing the lodge registration form that the clerk gives me, I pass it back together with my credit card. Moments later, I receive two electronic key cards and the receipt.
“Do you have a luggage cart I can borrow?”
The clerk directs me to a room around the corner.
Retrieving my luggage from the car, I find our room. The king-size bed fills most of the 305 square feet of the room and that is just fine because that is where both Erica and I plan on spending most of our time.
Leaving my suitcase and garment bag in the room, I return to my car and park it behind Hershey Inn. I reenter the resort lobby from the rear entrance and begin to explore the first floor where all the amenities are located. I notice that the dress at the resort seems to be casual.
I’m probably overdressed compared to most of the other the guests and Erica will be too. It doesn’t matter as neither of us will be in them for long.
While wandering about the lodge and getting my bearings, I call Erica on my cell phone.
“This is Erica,” she answers.
“Erica, this is Meg. I’m at the resort. Got here about half-an-hour ago. I’ve checked in and have our passkeys. We’re in room 308.”
“You sound nervous. Are you?”
“What do you think? Hell yes, I’m nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“More nervous than you were the first time you had sex? More nervous than when Walter took your anal virginity and fucked you in the ass?”
Erica knew me well. As I said before, we shared a lot with each other.
“Possibly. I’m not really sure. All I know is that I’m nervous as hell right now.”
“It’s natural to be nervous about Meg, trust me! But nervousness is really just a symptom of fear and there is nothing to be afraid of Megs. I can’t wait to smell your scent. To feel your wetness on my face. To taste the sweetness of your feminine flavor on my tongue. I want to see the way your clitoris throbs when my tongue slowly slides over it and the way your pussy pulsates as I make you orgasm.”
“Oh my God, stop Erica! Just hearing you say that is getting me more than just a little aroused.”
“It was meant to, girlfriend! That’s what is in store for you – and us – as soon as I get there.”
“Yeah? When might that be?”
“I’m still about thirty minutes out. Maybe forty-five with this damn turnpike traffic.”
“I was fortunate I guess. Not much traffic until I got on I-76. Then it all seemed to be going in the opposite direction. Rush hour going home I think.”
“Probably. Hey, let me let you go. I’ll see you in a bit girl!”
“Alright, I’ll be waiting. Remember, room 308.”
The brief phone conversation only increases the conflicting emotions that are surging through my head. Anticipation versus nervousness. Excitement versus dread.
Erica is right. There are a lot of similarities between my first boy encounter and my first girl encounter.
I swallow hard and head back to the room to unpack and shower. I want to be ready for my Erica.
***
After unpacking, I go to the shower and turn on the water. I set the temperature to hot, but not scalding. Steam wafts from the stall as I return to the bedroom and undress.
Stepping out of my panties, I enter the shower and let the hot water cascade down my body.
Closing my eyes, I savor the moment. Letting the water and steam take me away to my own private world. The din and worries of the world, real and imaginary, disappears and I become more and more relaxed.
I sigh.
My thoughts return to Erica. The journey we were about to embark on. The endless possibilities of what the future might hold.
Will this be a beginning or an end?
Another sigh escapes my lips.
Soaping myself up, I rub the lather around my breasts. My nipples begin to perk up, the color of my areolas deepening as I begin to find myself becoming aroused. After several minutes of stimulating my tits, I allow one hand to slide down between my legs and begin tracing the quickly-swelling labia of my pussy.
Bolts of sexual energy surge within me as I slip my middle finger, ever-so-slightly, inside. The stimulation causes me to jump as I gasp from the touch.
I begin to lose myself now, but my mind quickly reminds me that Erica is arriving soon.
I must get myself ready for our rendezvous.
My heart beats faster and my breathing quickens in anticipation as I finish washing the soap from my arms, legs and genitalia.
Stepping out of the shower stall, I dry myself off thoroughly and return to the bedroom. I quickly pick-up my discarded clothing and place it in the laundry bag I brought with me.
Everything needs to be perfect for Erica.
I look down at the clothing that I have laid out to meet my darling Erica. Pickingu p the ivory-lace garter belt, I fasten it around my waist. My breathing and heart-rate quicken in realization of what I’m doing.
Sitting down on the bed, I slowly roll the suntan-shaded nylon stockings up my legs before fastening the garter straps to their tops. Standing up, I pull-up a pair of thong panties that match the color of my garter belt. Grabbing the matching front-clasp, demi-cup bra, I fasten it before pulling the straps up over my shoulders.
The dress is next.
Since is to be my first time with another woman, I decided to honor the occasion by wearing something that reminded me of my first time with Ryan. The first time I had sexual intercourse. That was an absolutely amazing experience. An experience I’m hoping relive later tonight with Erica.
“I want you to dress in something I can slide off of you,” Erica said in one of her emails to me.
The thought takes my breath away and sets my body tingling with excitement again.
Holding the silk, flowered-print white dress over my head, I let it fall down my body before smoothing it out. Sitting down, I slip first the other ankle-strap high heel pumps on and fasten the straps. Standing, I primp before the mirror, making sure everything is just right.
A pair of pearl stud earrings and matching pearl necklace completes the ensemble. Another quick glance to make sure my hair is just right, I head downstairs to meet Erica.
I hope I meet her with her approval.
***
Stepping out of the elevator, I head to the Revelry, sit at the bar and look around. It is still early and there aren’t too many guests or visitors in the facility which suits me just fine.
“Can I help you?” the bartender asks, as she looks me up-and-down.
I’m definitely not dressed resort casual.
“Yes,” I say smiling, “can I have a glass of white wine please?”
“Can I recommend the Chateau des Quarts Pouilly-Fuisse Clos des Quarts Monopole 2016? It is a Chardonnay from Burgundy, France. I’m sure you’ll like it.”
“Yes, I will. Thank you.”
I look down and glance at my wristwatch.
Picking up my phone, I call Erica again. I get her voice-mail.
“Hi, this is Erica. I’m busy right now but leave a message and I’ll return your call as soon as I can.”
“Erica, this Meg. Meet me in the Revelry. I’m in the silk, white, flowered-print dress.”
The bartender delivers the wine just as I finish.
“Sounds like you’re meeting somebody.”
“I am. A friend of mine. Kind of a girls' weekend away from our husbands.”
“I know the feeling. Even though I’m not married, my boyfriend sometimes drives me nuts.”
“Been there. My name is Meagan, but generally, I just go by Meg. Do you live with him?” I ask, offering my hand.
“Monica. Nice to meet you, Meg. No, I don’t live with him although he spends more time at my apartment than his. Wants me to move in with him, but I’m not sure I’m ready to take that step yet.”
Before we can continue the conversation, another customer sits down at the other end of the bar.
“Let me know if there is anything else I can get you,” Monica says as she hurries to tend to the new arrival.
Sipping my wine, I look around at the various television sets surrounding the bar area.
One is showing the Hershey Bears playing the Wilkes-Barre-Scranton Penguins.
Being a winter-sports kind of girl, it keeps my attention. Especially since the Bears are the AHL affiliate for the Washington Capitals, my home team and the Penguins, are the AHL affiliate for the Pittsburgh Penguins, arch-rivals of ours.
I wonder why both teams are called the Penguins?
***
Suddenly, I’m tapped on the shoulder.
Turning, I’m surprised to see Erica standing behind me. I’m awestruck for a few moments as I take her in. A redhead with big brown eyes and a beguiling smile. Her short summer dress is light green with white daffodils and yellow butterflies and pink with white polka dot straps and fax belt trim around the waist. True to her nature, her shapely legs are covered with sheer nylons.
Standing, I pull her tight into me before squeezing her in a bear hug.
She gasps loudly. Evidently I squeezed a little too hard.
I giggle.
“Sorry, Erica. I didn’t mean to squeeze the stuffing out of you! I’m really glad you could make it.”
She reaches out and traces the side of my face with her fingers before moving them across my lips.
“You’re stunning, Meg.”
“Thank you, Erica. You’re not looking too shabby yourself. I’m drinking a Chardonnay. Will you join me? I’m so nervous, I need something to calm my nerves down.”
“Nothing to be nervous about Meg. Just relax and go with the flow. Let it happen. I’ll lead you into a new and different realm of bliss.”
She rakes her fingers across my lips again and down my neck.
I breathe deeply.
Relax.
“It’s going to be O.K. Meg. Don’t be afraid. I’ll be your guide and teacher.”
Monica comes to check on us.
“Meg, you doing alright?”
“Thanks, I’m all right for the moment. Monica, this is Erica, the girlfriend I told you about.”
“Nice to meet you, Erica,” Monica says before taking her hand and squeezing it gently.
“What can I get you?”
“I’ll have what my friend is having,” Erica says before turning back to me.
“I’m really glad you could make it Erica.”
“Me too. I’ve been wanting to meet you, to...” Erica begins to say before thinking about it for a moment.
“To… to… well, to ravish your body!”
I feel her fingers squeezing my knee before it begins to drift upwards.
Erica certainly isn’t shy about public displays of attention.
At this moment, Monica arrives with Erica’s wine.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” she says, before going to another customer and striking-up a conversation with them.
Over the next hour, and another glass of wine for both of us, we talk about our husbands, our jobs and our day-to-day lives. More to break the tension and anxiety than anything else.
“Erica, can I ask you something? Does Gary really know why you’re away this weekend?”
“Hell, no! He’d freak-out so much. He’s told me many times he doesn’t want me to see other girls that way anymore! I told him I was going to visit a business associate which is kind of true, isn’t it? Does Paul know why YOU’RE here?”
“I told him I’m going to visit a girlfriend, which is true.”
“Yeah, but you haven’t told him you’re going to make it with another girl have you?”
I hesitate for a moment.
“Just what I thought,” Erica chimes. “So Paul doesn’t know either.”
“Not really. But my silence is a sin of omission, not a sin of commission. If he had asked me, I would have been upfront with him. He didn’t ask and I didn’t volunteer.”
“That’s just legal sophistry on your part Meg!”
Following those few awkward moments, the conversation changes to something more pleasant and less confrontational.
From time-to-time, Erica says something sexually suggestive, as she gets more touchy-feely with my face, neck, cleavage, arms, knees and upper leg.
She really doesn’t mind who sees her I guess.
After finishing our second glass of wine, I’m feeling a more sedate and more amenable to Erica’s suggestive touches.
Taking me by the hand, she tugs at me, saying “Let’s go to our room, there’s so much I want to tell you. So much I want to share with you. So much I want to teach you.”
Finishing our wine, I pay Monica and stand.
***
Erica continues to hold my hand and squeezes it softly as she leads me to the elevator. My breathing quickens; my chest is heaving as she pushes the button to take us to the third floor. Moments later the elevator stops and the doors open to admit us.
We are the only two people in the elevator and both of us stare deeply, longingly into each other’s eyes while the elevator makes its way to our floor. The elevator stops and the doors open for us. We step-out, turn to the right and walk a few steps down the hallway, arriving at the door to our room.
I quickly slide the pass key in-and-out. The door clicks to allow our entry. Pushing the handle down, we walk inside together.
Erica’s luggage is in the closet, still unpacked.
“How did you get into the room? I have both passcards?”
“I asked the clerk at the front desk when I arrived and he had a hotel employee open the door for me.”
A myriad of thoughts race through my head and I begin to tremble from the nervous anticipation of what is unfolding. My heart is racing and my breathing becomes quick and shallow.
I gulp hard and bite my lip.
There is no turning back now.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of Meg. Just trust me,” Erica says as she leads me to the bed. Sitting down, she pulls me down next to her and turns to me. Moments later, she gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
Shivers go down my spine. The next kiss is longer-lasting and in a few seconds, our lips are melded together, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouth. I close my eyes and let myself go.
Part of me is saying, this is wrong, and wants to push her away.
But another part of me is aroused by her lips, the softness of her touch as she strokes my bare arms with her fingertips while continuing our kissing. She is holding the back of my head as her tongue continues to move wildly, to explore my mouth and take me deeper-and-deeper, further-and-further past the point of no return.
My resistance quickly melts.
Erica pulls me even tighter into her, raising my sexual temperature even higher. The barriers of my upbringing and experiences collapse and Erica senses the tenseness of my body disappear and accept her touch.
Her hands move to my breasts and begin caressing first one, and then the other of my heaving tits through my clothing. Although still covered and hidden from view, her touch, her gentle squeezing and rubbing soon has my nipples erect.
Instinctively, I begin to rub against Erica’s breasts which are also rising-and-falling quickly. She breathes heavily as her own sexual responses rapidly escalate.
Erica moves her hand to mine and breaks her kissing for just a moment to whisper in my ear, “Squeeze them. Don’t be afraid.”
Erica’s breasts are fuller than mine. They feel like firm but at the same time soft melons in my hands. She begins to softly moan as my touch begins to excite her.
“My nipples are so hard for you, Meg. Pinch them, make them harder!”
There is a sense of urgency in her request.
I squeeze her tits harder and try to discover the whereabouts of her nipples through the fabric of her clothing. I not sure if I have found them or not, but her reactions are such that even if I haven’t, I can tell her body is definitely responding.
I’m not sure how long our introduction to each other mouth’s and breasts lasts. Tens of minutes? An hour? It doesn’t matter really.
Our sexual energy is being released and can no longer be contained by the confines of our clothing.
“I want to take your clothes off, Meg,” Erica whispers in my ear. “I want to feel the softness of your skin. I want to kiss your naked body from head to toe and every part in-between.”
I tremble with trepidation. Erica stands up and reaches out her hands. The butterflies return to my stomach as I nervously offer her my hands.
Tugging me up from the bed, she pulls me tightly into her. Her fingers and hands are roaming over my body, tracing their way down my ass then squeezing it through the silkiness of the dress.
I exhale audibly.
She moves around to the back of my body before pulling me tightly into her again. I feel the globes of her breasts pressing into my back as her while her hands grab mine and forcibly fondle them.
Her touch causes me to gasp loudly.
With one hand continuing to knead my heaving breasts, the other moves downward, past my stomach, and begins to press inward between my legs.
My body stiffens as she positions me so that I’m facing the full-length mirror in the room.
“Relax Meg, don’t be afraid,” Erica whispers. “Don’t be afraid. I want to see all of you, to taste your nakedness.”
Erica begins to slowly pull my dress up, rolling it between her fingers. “Very nice,” she says, approvingly, as the hem passes upwards, revealing the tops of my stockings, the garters and, my now, very wet, panties. Moments later my bra comes into view.
I take a deep breath in anticipation as she lifts the dress up over my head and drops it on the floor. As her hand slides between my legs and cups my vulva through the lace fabric of the thong, I jump involuntarily.
“Mmmmmm,” Erica whimpers while she strokes my vulva while nuzzling my neck.
Suddenly, I feel suction on my neck as her kisses become deeper and more passionate.
I know she is “marking” me, but I don’t care.
How I’m going to explain a hickey on my neck to Paul doesn’t even enter my mind. I’m simply lost in the moment.
My only thought now is Erica’s hand between my legs, caressing the lips of my pussy through the thin material of my underwear. She massages them for several minutes; the sensations of her touches eliciting the wetness from within me which are seeping from between my vaginal lips into my crotch. My panties become saturated with my dew, the aroma of my sex beginning to waffle upwards.
Erica inhales deeply as the scent invades her olfactory glands. She begins kissing from my neck back up to my mouth.
Our lips join again; tongues slide back into each other’s mouth once more.
***
Things happen quickly as Erica deftly strips me.
The bra is first, freeing my “B” cup tits from their restraints. It joins the dress on the floor. Her fingers now trace their way slowly downward.
I take a deep breath as I feel her fingers slip into the waistband of my thong. She hesitates for just a moment to give me time to comprehend what is about to happen.
Slowly, she pulls the panties down my legs before lifting each foot out of them in turn. They are tossed to join the rest of my discarded clothing.
Erica steps back to relish my now totally exposed body.
“You’re beautiful, Meagan. I’m going to eat you up, my friend.”
Pulling me back into her, she begins kissing me passionately even more than before. Her hands roam over my ivory skin and down to my ass. She grabs it, pulling my hips tightly against hers. She holds me like this for several minutes; Savoring my scent, the feel of my nakedness against her hands.
My own desires rise as I accede to her touches.
I pull her tightly into me, our bodies becoming as one, separated only by her dress. My hands ravish her supple body and within moments our two bodies are rocking with and against each other, our senses heightened by jolts of sexual current flowing not only within us, but between us.
Erica breaks the embrace just long enough to emphatically beg, “Take my clothes off!”
I move to quickly help her out of her dress and bra which I throw to join the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. Both of us fall backwards on the bed which is to become the altar of our sexual bliss.
Mouths and tongues remain locked together, our hands rapidly exploring each other’s supple bodies. I pinch and pull Erica’s nipples, eliciting muffled moans of pleasure from her. At the same instant, her hands slide between my legs and begin to probe my wetness with her fingers.
I buck against her fingers as they brush against my, now, swollen clit; Still hidden beneath its sheltering hood of flesh. Our bodies writhe in ecstasy as we give ourselves over to each other in the passion of sexual abandonment. The forces of sexual energy are building quickly and are unstoppable now. It is no longer a question of if, it is only a question of when.
Erica shifts position so that her pantyhose-clad pussy is pushed against my mouth and her face is now between my legs. I buck upwards as her fingers pry the swollen labia apart and she darts her tongue into my wetness.
“Mmmmmm,” Erica moans softly, while licking the depths of my womanhood and tasting the sweet nectar that is flowing from within.
Eagerly, she sops up my wetness causing me to jump and thrash about as her fingers and tongue excite the sexual current within me to levels that I’ve rarely experienced.
“Hold still, girl!” Erica commands as she continues to eat my pussy, her tongue joined by the constant swoosh-swoosh-swoosh-swoosh as she finger-fucks me.
As Erica is taking care of the bottom half of my body, I reach up and pull her nylon-covered crotch closer to my mouth. I inhale the scent of her sex. The crotch of her pantyhose is stained by her juices.Erica senses what I’m doing and pushes her ass back against my face.
I begin to press my fingers into her completely-shaven pussy, the fabric of her hose stretching, but not giving way. I’m able to pry her puffy labia aside and slide my tongue against her vaginal entrance.
Erica squirms and pushes back harder, obviously wanting my fingers, my tongue deeper inside of her.
Frustrated by the barrier which is preventing me from totally enjoying Erica and what she has to offer, I push her off of me and roll her over onto her back.
“These will have to go,” I say, as I slide my fingers into the waistband that crosses her stomach. Moving them to the sides, I begin to tug her nylons off.
Erica lifts her hips to facilitate her de-pantsing.
Sliding her hose down to her ankles, I stop for just a moment to remove her peek-toe high heels before sliding the bunched-up wad of nylon material off her feet. They join the pile of jettisoned clothing.
Unfastening the ankle straps of my heels, I kick them off.
Lowering my mouth to Erica’s glistening vaginal lips, I pull them open to reveal the ripe flesh inside. I press my mouth against her and dart my tongue into the tunnel of love.
Erica arches backwards as she feels the jolt of electricity surging through her young body.
As I give Erica a taste of the medicine she has been giving me, she pulls my hips down to her mouth and begins feasting on me. In no time at all, our soft moans of pleasure fill the hotel room, occasionally interspersed by the squeak of the bedframe due to our movements. Our bodies are fully entwined now as we roll and frolic on the bed.
Each of us is sating the sexual desires of the other and both us are being taken higher-and-higher as we climb the ladder to nirvana. Time has lost all meaning. Any meaning at all. It passes unnoticed, totally forgotten.
Our only thoughts are on pleasuring each other. Freeing ourselves totally for the enjoyment and pleasure of the other. Sighs, moans, groans, 'oohs' and 'aahs' fill the room amidst our mutual thrashing about, joined by the gasps of air from our hurried breathing.
I’m at the point where I can hardly restrain myself and, mightily as I try to restrain myself, I can’t.
The dam bursts as I scream out, “Yes! Oh my God, Yess! oooh, yes,” as I push my puss hard against Erica’s mouth, my juices gushing forth to flood her mouth.
I hear and feel Erica valiantly and unsuccessfully trying to lap up the deluge of nectar that is inundating her mouth. As the river of elixir flows in a torrent, Erica only thrusts her tongue and fingers harder and faster into my sopping cunt. I buck wildly as my orgasm is released and overwhelms me yet a second time.
Moments later, Erica too begins to thrash wildly against my mouth, tongue and fingers, as she too reaches the point of no return. Her own orgasm begins to floods my mouth with her transudate. The fires of sexual desire burn hotter-and-hotter in Erica. Like a firestorm being fed with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of sexual fuel, her body is being consumed.
Just as my release ebbs, Erica’s erupts.
She screams out as her muscles give way and her body quakes as wave-upon-wave of pent-up sexual energy surges forth and destroys any attempt to restrain it. The bed shakes from her violent release before the earthquake subsides. After a few aftershocks, she too lays motionless on the bed beside me.
The only sounds now are the sounds of our heavy breathing.
Regaining our senses – and our composure – we turn to each other and stare deeply into each other’s eyes for what seems like an eternity.
Erica reaches up and touches my face with her fingers.
“You were wonderful, Meg.”
“That was incredible Erica! I never thought…”
Before I can finish, Erica puts her fingers up to my lips to quiet me.
***
“We’re just beginning my love, just beginning. I brought along some friends to help us on our journey of discovery.”
“Friends?” I ask innocently.
“Friends,” she replies, hopping up off the bed and going to her luggage. Opening one of the valises, she brought, Erica removes a large rubber dildo, another smaller dildo of the same material and a medium-sized silver bullet-vibrator.
Placing the toys on the bed beside her, Erica turns to me and traces the contours of my face and lips with her fingers.
“Tomorrow, our journey continues Meg. Tomorrow, we take each other higher than we’ve ever been. Higher than we’ve ever thought possible.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes, tomorrow. A new day to continue a new relationship.”
Erica kisses me on the lips again.
“Tomorrow, my sweetie, tomorrow,” she whispers.
“It’s 2:30 in the morning. Right now, I think both of us could use a shower and at least a few hours of sleep.”
With that, she stands, pulling me up with her. Giving me another quick kiss on the lips, I’m led into the bathroom behind her.
Turning the water of the shower on, Erica adjusts the temperature until it is comfortably hot. Pulling me into the stall with her, her hands begin soaping up my body, washing away the aftermath of what I had just experienced. Her touch is comforting, soothing and relaxing.
Sighs fill the stall.
“Now, you wash me.”
Grabbing the soap, my hands roam all over Erica’s soft body. I take my time, scrubbing every square inch of her. Cleansing every orifice and crevice.
Erica moans at my touch as the fires of passion, just recently extinguished, are reignited.
“That feels so good,” she whimpers approvingly. “But I really do think we should get some sleep. We’ve got all day tomorrow to explore each other further. Let’s not start something that neither of us can finish right now.”
“Who needs sleep?”
“We do, girlfriend, we do.”
Erica twists the knobs of the shower off and opens the shower curtain.
Grabbing a towel from the rack over the “porcelain throne,” she wipes down my body thoroughly before drying hers.
I watch her body intently, following her every movement as she walks slightly ahead of me and turns-down the cover and sheets of the bed.
My heart skips a beat – or is it two – as I become mesmerized by the wiggle of her ass. She catches me staring.
“A penny for your thoughts Meg.”
I stand there silently, just staring at her.
“Are you OK? You look like a deer caught in the headlights.”
I hesitate, not really hearing her. I’m awestruck.
“Meg? Meg? Meg?”
I’m jolted out of my stupor.
“I asked if you’re OK.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine Erica. I just was just thinking.”
“Thinking?”
“Yeah, thinking.”
“About what?”
“About us. About what we just experienced. About where we’re heading.”
“Does where we’re heading scare you?”
“A little.”
“Why? There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just the beginning.”
“I know, that’s what I’m afraid of. I think I might be falling for you, Erica. Falling hard. I wasn’t expecting this.”
Erica smiles and pats the mattress, motioning for me to join her in bed.
“Just a minute.”
Erica’s eyes follow me to the dresser. Opening it, I pull out two scented candles in red jars and put one on each end of the dresser top and light them. Soon the pine scent of the forest begins filling the room.
I turn off the lights, before getting in bed and slipping under the sheets next to Erica.
“You were amazing, Meg.”
I lower my head to Erica’s chest, resting it between her bosoms.
She begins to run her fingers through my hair, eliciting sighs and soft moans of approval.
Totally exhausted, my eyes grow heavy in the flickering light of the candles, the wafting scent that’s permeating the room and the rhythmic beat of her heart in my ears.
I fall asleep, cradled in Erica’s body and the embrace of her arms.
And there was evening, and there was morning – the first day – and it was good.
