Funishment

She knew this wasn’t a serious punishment. But it still felt like one.

“In the chair,” He said, indicating the usual spot for such things. He stepped outside and closed the door.

After pulling her leggings down to her knees, she knelt on the cushion, facing the back of the chair. She breathed and waited. When the door opened, she arched her back just a little more.

“Good girl,” He cooed. She wiggled her hips and beamed with pride.

He caressed her ass, softly but with purpose. “I’m going to make this fun for me. I think you’ve been bratty enough to warrant it.”

Fun for Him meant sadistic play. She inhaled sharply. “Yes, Sir.”

He turned the music up, and began to slap her ass. His fingers pressed in with each thwack. It didn’t take long for her to begin to scream and cry out. He paused, and changed the position of His hand. Now it was a full hand smack. She screamed.

He growled as He shoved His hand through her wet lips, just brushing her clit. Her hips pressed back into the not-so-gentle touch, and He pulled back. The smacks on her ass continued. Her screams escalated. He could sense the need for a change, and again shoved His hand toward her clit again, this time giving her a more direct stroke. Her cries turned to mewls of desire.

He returned to smacking her ass, and then threw a punch. Compared to the sensation of a stinging slap, the blunt force was heaven. It was almost like a reset button. Another punch landed on the other cheek before the slaps returned. The pain was excruciating for half a second before dropping to a pleasurable point. He knew how to take her to the edge and keep her there.

As she was reaching her limit, she felt His cock rubbing her pussy. She must have drifted off again because she hadn’t been aware of Him pulling down His pants. Immediately her hips met His rhythm. Pleasure consumed her and tingles spread from her spine down her arms and to the calloused tips of her nipples.

He pulled out, and the smacks on her ass continued. She gasped at the loss of fullness. When she felt Him move behind her again, her pussy gushed in anticipation. When He positioned his cock at her ass, she stiffened and moaned but did her best to relax. Each thrust of His hips felt like a sharp stab followed by a soothing stroke. Within seconds, her pussy was throbbing and an orgasm barrelling toward her like a speeding car.

“Daddy, please!” she screamed.

“No!” He pulled out of her ass and stepped back.

Sensation flooded her as the pending orgasm dissipated. “God dammit!” she huffed.

His hand grabbed a fistful of her hair. “What was that?” There was an edge to His voice that put her in fight-or-flight mode. She took a deep breath, grounding herself in the tugging sensation at the nape of her neck.

“Sorry, Sir,” she breathed.

“Good girl.” He slapped her face softly.

Without warning, His cock was pushing into her ass and the orgasm began to build again. She knew He wasn’t going to let her cum so she focused her mind on the rhythm of His strokes and let the sensations flow through her entire body. Really, she realized, He was doing her a favor when He denied her orgasm. But soon enough she was screaming for release. Again and again He denied her. It was only a matter of time before her body would take over.

He thrust in deep and held himself there and she felt His cock spasm with the first wave of His orgasm. That did it. She shuddered and moaned, cumming with Him. His hands smoothed over her ass and hips, skimming up her back as they both caught their breath.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said weakly. “I couldn’t help it.”

He chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “My good girl.”

*true story.

🐱

Muirnah


Muirnah Writes Erotica: The Swim

She was already floating on her back, soaking up the sunshine of the hot August day. Her light purple bathing suit was slightly darker in the water. As I walked through the grass, I tried to control my excitement at the view of her slender body in the water. Her short blonde hair was scattered over her forehead, her arms moving in the water as if she were flying. The halter top of her bathing suit was loosely tied around her neck, and I could see the water easily flowing between the triangle material and her round breasts. Her stomach rose and fell with every breath she took, and her smooth legs slowly scissored to keep her afloat. She didn’t open her eyes when I opened the gate, but she smiled, acknowledging my presence.

I dove into the crisp water of my pool and swam towards her. I slid my arms under her legs and her back, and pulled her closer to my body. “Baby, you look beautiful,” I whispered.

She opened her eyes slowly, squinting in the sunlight. She smiled at me shaking her head, and lifted her head to kiss me. I lowered my lips to hers, taking in the smell of the chlorine and her sun tan lotion. I felt my stomach flip and warmth grow between my legs as her tongue slipped effortlessly between my lips. I tasted her mouth, sweet from the wine propped up in the cooler nearby.

I opened my eyes as the kiss ended, and stared into her eyes sparkling in the sun, with residual mascara intensifying the stare she gave me. “I’m so glad you’re home,” she said as she rolled away from me.

“Me too,” I said with a breath as I pushed off to swim to the far end of the pool. “Work was so busy I thought my feet were going to fall off.”

She looked over at me with a sympathetic smile and said, “Well, vacation starts now, so relax yourself.” I grinned as I remembered that I didn’t have to be at work for another 10 days.

I slipped under the water and began swimming a few laps to stretch my muscles that had been over worked that day. She lifted herself into a raft and closed her eyes. I glanced at her body when I passed, noticing the breeze had hardened her nipples despite the warmth of the air. The warmth between my legs was intensifying, and even though my body was wet in the pool, I could feel this distinct wetness flowing with ease.

I could talk to her about anything. I could talk to her about nothing. I could stare at her for hours, not say a word, and still communicate. And yet, in the most casual of situations, her breath against my ear during a movie, her hair brushing my neck during a nap, the slightest peak at a nipple in the pool… these things created a flood of passion and a throbbing between my legs that I couldn’t control.

She looked so peaceful with her eyes closed. She was smiling slightly. I wondered what she might have been day dreaming about as I made my way to the side of the pool. I propped my arms on the warm tiles and rested my head on my arms. My body floated effortlessly in the water, and I let my mind clear in the happiness of being with her for the next 10 days with no work or responsibility. I closed my eyes and let the sounds of the birds drift in as I dozed off.

I woke up to her hands rising slowly up my back, untying the back of my rainbowed animal print swimsuit. She worked her way up to the tie around my neck and I felt her mouth on my shoulders as her hands released the material from my breasts. Her hands slid down my sides and up over my arms. The chill of the water over my warm skin sent a chill over me and I felt my nipples harden. Her breasts pressed into my back, and I felt that her nipples were hard as well. I tilted my head, silently begging her mouth to the curve just above my shoulder. She obliged, and I felt her teeth graze my skin in a gentle bite.

I took a sharp breath in as her lips made their way up my neck, behind my ear, and pausing to suck softly on my ear lobe. I let my body relax against her as she tightened her left arm around my chest. My nipples were on high alert as her skin slid over them. Her right arm caressed my stomach and hips as she kissed & sucked softly on my shoulders and neck. She pressed her body harder to mine. I could feel her heart beat increasing with mine. Her hand slid over the front of my thighs and my clit throbbed as she moved closer to it.

She successfully touched every inch of my body before I felt her hand slide into the skort that was the bottom piece of my bathing suit. I felt her finger between the lips of my pussy, and I heard her sigh with satisfaction at how wet she made me. “I want you.” She whispered against my ear and I felt another chill. Her fingers circled my clit but did not touch it. My body ached for her to touch my clit, to feel the pressure of her fingers bringing me to an incredible orgasm. She took her time though. Her fingers occasionally touched the metal barbell that was pierced through my clitoral hood. When I felt the metal press into my clit I thought I would orgasm right then and there.

“I want to taste you. I want to see your beautiful face while I lick your clit.” Her words were like fire.

I spun around and pressed my lips to hers with a force of passion. She responded likewise, and her tongue swirled around mine. She pushed my skort over my hips in one swift motion, pressing her thigh in between my legs. My hands roamed her back untying the strings around her neck, and unclasping the hook around her back. I pushed the bathing suit away, and took both of her breasts into my hands, massaging them softly, and flicking both her nipples. She leaned her head back with a soft sigh.

I took advantage of her distraction and began kissing her shoulders, up to her ears, finally returning to her lips. Her hands made their way through my tangled hair and I couldn’t suppress the moan of pleasure that made its way up my throat. She smiled at me and pulled me towards the steps of the pool. We embraced again, our breasts touching, gently massaging one another as we moved together.

She gently guided me to the steps and sat me on the top step. My legs and hips still covered by the water, she crawled up the steps between them to kiss my lips. Her mouth trailed slowly, and I felt her tongue against the skin of my neck, chest, and then around my nipple. Her hand squeezed as her tongue flickered and circled my right nipple, and then my left. Her mouth massaged my skin as she kissed slower, lingering longer in each place, moving down my stomach to my belly button. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes as she pushed my knees further apart. I pulled myself out of the water, and she moved up another step.

Her hands explored my thighs, spreading my pink lips to her liking. I let out a sigh as I relaxed back onto my elbows at the same time her tongue flicked my clit. My hips pushed against her and I gasped. She slowly licked up one side of my wet pussy, and down the other. I could feel her breath, hot and heavy, and I wanted her mouth on my clit more than anything.

She took her time making her way back to my clit, and began to lick soft circles around the throbbing pulse of my body. My breathing was shallow and fast, and her tongue moved in rhythm with every breath I took. My moans became louder and uncontrollable as she pushed a finger inside me. I moved in motion with her hand as her finger gently massaged inside me. Her tongue still circled my clit firmly, occasionally flickering in a different direction.

I lay back all the way, pushing my hips closer to her mouth. My fingers made their way through her short hair, urging her closer to me. I was moaning louder now; short breathy gasps of pleasure told her I was close to the peak of passion she was pushing me towards. My pelvic muscles clenched at her finger as waves of pleasure erupted throughout my body. Fluid released into her hand and I squealed in pleasure. Her tongue flicked my clit with increased intensity, and another orgasm pulsed through my body.

She slowly moved her hands up my body, massaging my skin on the way. I shook uncontrollably as the nerves in my body fired again and again. As my body grew still, she leaned down over me. Our hands intertwined, and she softly kissed my lips.

I smiled up at her, unable to speak, but telling her with my eyes that I was amazed. She pulled me to a sitting position, gently rubbing my back where I’d been on the concrete. I kissed her cheek, and sighed softly in her ear, resting my head on her shoulder.

“Satisfied?” She asked me, still caressing my skin.

“Not until you are,” I said, sliding my hand between her legs. She flinched and gasped. I pulled her closer, hugging her with every ounce of energy I could muster. “Come shower with me,” I said softly.

She grinned at me, and stood up, pulling me with her. We walked hand in hand through the grass, me completely naked, and her just in her bathing suit bottoms, leaving the remnants of our passionate swim in the pool for later retrieval.

Muirnah Writes Erotica: The Bus

I was taking the bus home after working a long shift. I saw her walk up the steps, dressed in a short jean skirt and a white tank top that left nothing to the imagination as it was pouring outside. Her heels clicked on the hard floor as she walked towards me.

I shook off a chill, thinking to myself that she must be freezing. She flashed a bright smile that would make a dentist horny. Hmm. Come to think of it, I was horny myself. She sat across from me, and exhaled a deep sigh. She smelled like shampoo.

Water splashed on my scrub pants as she wrung out her long brown hair. “I’m so sorry,” she said in a breathy voice.

“No problem,” I smiled, allowing myself to feel the coolness on my legs.

She was quiet for a moment, and stood up to adjust her jean skirt. I wondered if she was adjusting because she saw that I stole a glance between her legs. Her underwear was navy blue and lace, allowing a few strands of brown hair to show through.

The bus screeched with slamming brakes, and her two inch heeled sandals slid in the grooves of the floor. My instincts took over and I grabbed her hips, roughly pulling her towards me to save her from the fall. Her arms flailed for a moment, her hands catching themselves in my knotty blond hair. When the bus came to a complete stop, she steadied herself with her right hand on my shoulder. The bus driver shouted back something that sounded like “sorry” followed by a mumble cursing the miles of red brake lights ahead.

“What’s going on?” she asked, waving towards the traffic.

She must not be from around here, I realized. “They’ve been doing construction on this road for months now,” I said. “And there’s only one lane opened.”

She looked at me thoughtfully. “Traffic around here is horrendous day or night,” I explained. That’d been the exact reason I stopped driving to and from work. I’d been rear-ended three times in the month since I moved here, and the public transportation wasn’t too bad.

“Oh,” she sighed. “So how long does it take to get through here?” “Not too long. The lights change pretty quickly, although the rain might extend it a bit.”

She nodded, and took a step back. That’s when I realized I was still holding her hips. I released my grip, and she slid into the seat next to me. The smell of her shampoo intoxicated me, and I imagined what her skin might taste like if she smelled that great.

“I’m new around here,” she confirmed what I had guessed.

I smiled, “I kind of figured.” She smiled back.

“Thanks for catching me,” she said softly as she put her hand on my leg.

I tingled, and hoped she didn’t notice the goose bumps spreading down my bare arms. “Oh, it’s fine. I mean, you’re welcome.”

She smiled a bigger smile this time. She propped her left ankle on my lap, and began undoing the buckle on her shoes. I watched her, hypnotized by the movement of her manicured fingers, efficiently sliding the strap off her ankle. My eyes wandered further up her tan leg, thinking about what was between them, just a short distance upwards.

“Do you want to see?” she asked me. I mentally shook myself, and realized I was blushing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” My voice trailed off as she put her finger on my lips, and my hand on her thigh.

“Shhh. I want you to…”

Fuck me, I thought silently in my head, hoping I was finishing her sentence.

My hand slid slowly up her smooth, freshly shaven legs as she slid herself down the row of empty seats to stretch out. My hands felt every inch of her thighs, stopping when I reached the hem of her skirt, just two inches below her lace blue panties. I hadn’t realized she lay down, until she picked her head up and nodded for me to continue. I was completely finished listening to my overbearing brain, and the tingle between my legs took over.

I reached up to touch the lace, catching a glimpse of her smile as I did so. I shouldn’t have been surprised to find them wet, considering she’d walked on the bus drenched, but this was a warm and silky wetness.

I bit my lip and rubbed gently where I felt her clit grow with excitement. ”Mmmm,” she moaned quietly, but loud enough that I heard it. That was all the encouragement I needed. My right hand moved to her hips, and under her thin tank top, feeling her soft skin warming up to my touch. I reached further, circling her erect nipples through her bra with my fingertip. She propped herself up on her elbows long enough to unhook her bra and my hand slid under it. Her breast fit comfortably in my hand, and I gently squeezed as my left hand found its way to her other breast.

She sat up and pulled up the front of her tank top, giving my tongue a chance to see just how good her skin tasted. Her nipples hardened under my tongue, and my hands circled her back, pulling her toward me as I gently grazed her nipple with my teeth. She sucked in a deep breath, pressing her chest closer to my mouth.

She really did taste wonderful, and I could only imagine how the wetness between her legs would taste. She ran her fingers through a knot in my hair, and the tug on my scalp made the tingle between my legs turn into a flood. When I gave her nipple a gentle flick with my tongue, she slid her finger into my mouth. Oh my god… And I knew that I could never have imagined how sweet she tasted.

She pushed her lace panties down over her knees in one movement that I hadn’t even known she started. She knew what she wanted, that was for sure, and I was not complaining a bit. She knelt over my lap, and her spread legs released a scent that I wanted to devour. I bent my head and stretched my tongue as far into the crease between her legs as I could, and it wasn’t far enough. I slid down in my seat to push myself closer to her, and her hands found their way through my hair, pushing my mouth closer to her swelling clit. I moved my tongue furiously, first in circles, then up and down, then side to side, pushing my tongue as far into her pussy as I could. I slowed down as I slid one finger inside her wet pussy.

She approved with a gasp and a louder moan that neither of us cared if anyone heard. I pushed another finger in and her hips began to grind on my hand. My mouth found its way back up to her stomach, and then to each nipple. I moved my fingers in motion with her hips, and I felt her g-spot swell. Her moaning got louder, and I began to rub her clit with my free hand. She pulled my hair with a gasp as her pussy clenched my fingers in ecstasy.

I felt a flood of warmth over my hand and into my lap as she collapsed against me. She was breathing heavy in my ear, and I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. And trust me, I didn’t. I slid my fingers down her leg, and adjusted her tank top as I quickly realized this event wasn’t exactly private. She slid off my lap, re-hooked her bra and plopped a kiss on my lips as she sat down next to me. We sat in silence for a few minutes catching our breath.

“This is my stop,” she said with a smile. She pulled a business card out of her pocket, wrapped it in her navy blue panties, and slid her hand between my legs. I flinched as her fingers grazed my clit, swollen and wet with excitement. She left her panties there, between my legs as she stood up and walked towards the opening bus doors. She gave me a wink as she walked down the steps back into the rain. I couldn’t move to grab her panties that she’d shoved between my legs for another five minutes.

By that time I’d reached my stop. I slid her panties in my scrub pockets and stood up to gather my belongings. I gave a sigh as I turned towards the front of the bus to make my exit.

“I hope tomorrow’s shift is this exciting,” Bernie the driver said to me with a smile. I blushed, replaying the last half hour in my mind, realizing Bernie had gotten quite a show.

“Who knows, B, I’m off for the next two days,” I grinned. I gave a wave goodbye as I stepped into the rain, grateful that it would camouflage the wetness that was on my clothes while I walked the two blocks to my apartment. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on myself, and the bus shelter up ahead was empty…

Muirnah Writes Erotica: Learning Curves

I can remember exactly what she was wearing that night. I dated guys but I always had this lingering attraction to women. The guys thought it was hot – something to be used for their advantage. I didn’t want to have my first time with a woman while a man watched. I wanted a chance to explore a woman’s body on my own, without the coaching and “oh that’s hot” sort of commentary that I knew a man would interject.
Kylee O’Connor was wearing a black dress suit with pink pin stripes on her jacket and skirt. Her white button down blouse was buttoned up to her breasts and the rest of the top was loosely framing the necklace that fell down her chest, just above her cleavage line. Her brown hair was pinned up in a French twist, with small gold earrings showing through the strands that framed her face. She wore glasses while she read an excerpt from her latest book – a romantic coming of age novel. I knew the book for a middle school and high school age group but I felt that the coming of age theme was significant to me personally.
She was packing up her laptop and notes from her presentation, occasionally looking up to thank attendees who came up to the stage to introduce themselves and compliment her on a job well done. I made my way through the dwindling crowd, and stopped a few feet away from the lectern since she had her back to me. I tried not to stare, but my eyes wandered from the bottom of her low heeled shoes up to shapely calves and firm thighs until I lost visual of her skin. Her pencil skirt was form fitted to her hips, and showed the shape of her ass while she was bent over. I looked around, and noticed the auditorium was empty. I cleared my throat to get her attention without startling her.
The muscles in her calves twitched as she stood up quickly and turned around to face me. By the look on her face, I had clearly startled her. She regained her composure quickly, pulling down her jacket and adjusting her skirt. I noticed a hint of pink flooding her cheeks as well.
I took a deep breath, and calmed my shaking insides. God, she was so beautiful. How was an average girl like me going to hold a conversation with this green-eyed beauty? I wanted to be professional and polite… but heaven help me, I wanted to rip that suit off of her gorgeously tan skin and just…
“What can I do for you, Miss…?” She broke into my thoughts with a voice as sweet as honey. It was much softer when it wasn’t magnified by a microphone.
“Lily. Lily Stone,” I said with a shaky voice. I extended my hand to her, and she grasped it firmly.
“Well, Lily, it’s nice to meet you.” She spoke smoothly and confidently. “What can I do for you?”
My mind swirled. I thought of telling her that she could take her clothes off, and let me admire her body. “I was wondering if I could buy you a cup of coffee, and discuss your book with you.”
She smiled. “Of course.”
I watched her bend over, this time bending at the knees, to pick up her purse. She pushed a stack of papers into her laptop bag, and turned to face me again. “After you,” she said.
We walked to the coffee bar in the Community Center on campus. It was quiet and nearly empty as it was just before spring break, and no one had studying on the brain. I bought her a non-fat latte, and myself a vanilla coffee. We sat at a corner sofa, behind the big screen TV which usually aired the university sports. It was off now, so we didn’t have any distractions. Well, I had plenty.
Kylee took off her suit jacket and laid it carefully across the arm of the chair. I sat on the adjacent arm chair and crossed my left leg over my right, only about six inches from her legs. She sat delicately, knees to her left, closest to me, crossed at the ankles. I was conscious of the cool air conditioning blowing down where we were sitting, and I knew my nipples would be visible through my sports bra and tank top. I tried not to pay attention to the almost-painful throbbing erection I could feel on my breasts. Kylee looked comfortable despite the tight skirt and heels as she told me how she found her publisher, and how they worked with her in depth to perfect her writing, although most revisions were done on her own.
She took a final sip of her latte and glanced at her watch. “Oh gosh, Lily, I must be keeping you from something. We’ve been talking for two hours!” I glanced at my own watch, surprised that the time had gone by so fast.
“No, I don’t have class tomorrow until the afternoon. Tuesday nights I usually just relax.” The coffee bar was closed, but the community center kept its doors open all night. It was a good place to go study if you had a roommate that was distracting you, especially if you weren’t the library type. I spent many nights studying in these very chairs.
“Oh, I see,” she said thoughtfully. I thought she licked her lips, but I couldn’t be sure. “Well, I’ve told you all about me and my book. Tell me about yourself. What’s your major? And you must have a boyfriend. A pretty young thing like you can’t stay single on this campus.”
I felt my cheeks blush. “I’m a third year English major. And no, I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t have anyone, for that matter.” It was the first time I ever admitted that I really didn’t have friends at school. After all, I was six hundred miles from home. And well, I really didn’t have many friends there either. I liked being alone. I was more focused on my goals that way.
Her hand landed on my knee, which was now uncrossed and slightly spread in a more comfortable position. My jeans were probably a size too small. I felt the warmth of her hand through the denim, and she squeezed gently.
“You remind me so much of myself when I was your age,” she said softly. “I was a loner in school, didn’t really feel the need to socialize much, and I really didn’t know who I was.”
“It’s not that I’m not sociable,” I said, defending myself. “I just don’t see a need to put partying and drugs at the forefront of my life when I have goals I want to achieve.”
She nodded in agreement with me. I watched the muscles in her neck contract and relax with that simple movement. She swept her hair off her shoulder and ever so gently her fingers trailed along her clavicle. I closed my eyes and sighed. Did she notice my eyes sweeping over her curves? As I inhaled once more, I caught a whiff of her perfume as she leaned in closer to me. My heart pounded in my ears. The moment froze like just before the first kiss in a movie. My eyes fluttered open and my tongue licked my lips without my consent.
“Kylee, there you are!” A deep male voice came from around the corner.
I opened my eyes and sat up straight in my chair. A man stood just off to the left, a briefcase in his right hand and a cell phone in his left. Kylee stood and walked gracefully to this tall blonde haired man.
“I’m sorry, Dan, I meant to call you and let you know where I was,” she said as she kissed his cheek.
My heart sunk. I began to gather my belongings. Well, I thought, this will make for some nice daydreams.
“Lily, this is Dan, he teaches in the biology department,” she said, dragging Dan behind her.
I stood, acutely aware of the flutter in my stomach and the chills that had hardened my nipples when she spoke my name. I smiled and shook his hand.
“Pleased to meet you, Lily. So my lady has been talking your ear off for hours, no doubt,” he said with a sideways glance at Kylee.
“Oh no, I was asking her questions about publishing and stuff. I’m sorry to have kept her from you.” I was blushing with embarrassment.
“Nonsense,” Kylee said sternly. “I enjoyed your company.”
Dan was staring at her ass. Not that I blamed him, but I didn’t really want him there. God only knows what might have happened if he hadn’t showed up. I sighed audibly.
“Here, take my card,” Kylee smiled. “Email me, or call me whenever. I’d love to read some of your writing. And we can get together for coffee again.”
“Sure, thanks.” I pushed the card into the pocket of my jeans. “Well, thanks for talking with me. Nice to meet you, Dan.”
I picked up my things, and headed toward the door with a million thoughts running through my head.
“Lily, email me tonight so I have your email address, please?” She called from the corner where just a few minutes ago, I felt her breath on my lips.
“Okay.” I forced a smile despite the disappointment that pitted in my stomach.
It was warm outside as I walked towards my apartment. The campus was almost empty except for those of us that chose to stay here instead of going somewhere for spring break. It’s not like I had friends back home. And although I had family, they did their thing, and I did mine.
I unlocked the door to my apartment, greeted by the persistent meowing of my cat. I dumped some food in her dish and sat down on my sofa. I grabbed my laptop and opened my email. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the card that Kylee gave me. I brought it to my nose for an inexplicable reason. It smelled faintly of perfume. I wondered if that was an additional cost in business card printing. Leaning into the plush microfiber sofa, I typed a quick email to Kylee. Nothing special, just “Hi, this is Lily. It was nice talking with you tonight.”
I put the laptop back on the coffee table and waited. “Ding.” That was fast, I thought.
“I’m so glad you emailed. Listen, I apologize for Dan intruding. Meet me for lunch tomorrow, off campus? Kylee–This message sent from my blackberry device.”
I smiled as I read her message. Of course she would have a blackberry. We emailed back and forth for about twenty minutes arranging a meeting time at the vegetarian café a few blocks off campus.
I drifted through the evening and following morning with the giddiness of a school girl. I was going to see this beautiful woman again. Even better, she wanted to see me again. I looked at myself in the mirror before I stepped out of my apartment. I was wearing white capri pants with a pink tank and matching cardigan. My hair framed my face until I walked outside in the breeze. It brushed gently against my neck as I walked down the front steps toward the café. The sun was shining, and the skies were blue. I was nervous with excitement.
The café was called VeggiZen. From the outside it was just a stone exterior house, but on the inside it was a cozy place with Chinese décor. It was a calming atmosphere; yet my heart was racing. Kylee was waiting for me at a table in the corner. She looked breath taking in her black pants and green button down shirt. The shirt hugged her curves, gently outlining her breasts and small waist.
“Lily, thanks for coming.” She smiled warmly.
“No, thank you for inviting me,” I said as I sat down across from her. Her green eyes shined like emeralds against her brown hair which was draped lusciously over her shoulders. Her smile was mesmerizing. We talked for at least an hour over salads and drinks. She smiled at me with her pale pink lips touching the straw in her green tea.
“I have some books and articles in my house on publishing. If you’re interested, I’d be happy to let you borrow them,” she said.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
“Good. I’m only a block from here, if you want to walk with me.” She stood up and smoothed her pants as she reached for her purse.
“No, please,” I said, as I reached for my credit card in my back pocket. “You’ve been kind enough to take time out of your schedule for me, let me buy lunch.”
Her protesting ceased when the waitress took my card and the check from the table.
“Lily, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know I didn’t. I wanted to.” I bent over casually to sign the receipt, smiling as I stood to see her staring down my tank top.
She ran her tongue over her lips with a half smile as she gently tugged my arm towards the door.
The walk to Kylee’s house took about five minutes. We didn’t talk much, just enjoyed the sunshine and breeze on our skin. She lived in a quaint town house on a quiet street. She opened the front door and motioned me inside. Her living room was painted an eggshell white with a pale blue border. I stood in the middle of the room admiring the homey look and feel of her house, and before I could speak, her lips were on mine. It was gentle, yet a bit forceful as her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. It took a moment before I caught her rhythm and kissed her back.
She slowly backed me up until my calves were touching the sofa. She broke the kiss long enough to push me into a sitting position and she knelt in front of me. Her hands massaged my thighs gently, and my hands seemed to gravitate to her neck, pulling her kiss closer. She broke off the kiss, and trailed her tongue down to my ear, down my neck. I certainly couldn’t form a coherent sentence, but I did form half a thought. This is it, I thought, this is what I’ve wanted. A sigh escaped my lips, the kind that sounds sort of like a moan.
“Lily?” She stopped kissing me, but stayed close to my ear.
“Yes?”
“Do you want me to stop?” she whispered. I felt her hot breath on my ear and I shivered.
I forced the words out of my mouth. “No, Kylee, please don’t stop.”
“This is your first time with a woman?” she asked.
I nodded, unable to form any more words.
“I’ll go slowly,” she said softly. Her lips resumed their gentle kissing on my neck and down to my shoulder as she slipped off my cardigan. She moved the straps to my tank top and bra down my arm, and kissed a trail down to the side of my breast. She stopped and moved to the other side, repeating the same tender kisses down my neck and shoulder.
Her hands reached under my tank top, and seemingly effortlessly released my C cup breasts from my clothes. I struggled to pull my arms out, and threw the shirt on the floor. Kylee had unbuttoned her shirt, and slid it off her shoulders. She knelt in front of me in a white laced bra that showed her nipples growing hard. I reached out and caressed her breasts. They fit perfectly in my hands as I squeezed them gently. She unhooked her bra in the back, and the lace fell to the floor. I stared at her beautiful physique with an open mouth. Her waist was chiseled, her hips flared, and her breasts sat perky on her chest. I rubbed her nipples against the palm of my hand, and then felt her hand on my wrist.
“This is about you. I want to please you, and make your first time memorable,” she said in a voice I could only compare to the sweetness of a caregiver.
Her hands massaged my breasts as she pushed me gently back into the plush sofa. She leaned forward on her knees, and with one hand unzipped her pants, letting them slide to the ground around her knees. She had a matching white lace thong on, and I could see glistening brown hair underneath the lace. Her scent intoxicated me. I leaned back in the chair and bit my lower lip as I felt the warmth of her lips on my breasts, licking and teasing my nipples, and then gently biting to keep them hard and erect. I moaned softly, letting the pleasure into my body.
Her long brown hair swept across my skin as she kissed zig zags across my stomach. I stretched back on the chair, my hips pushed closer to her and the edge of the chair. Her hands fumbled for a second on the button of my pants, and I heard the zip of the fly. She pulled my capris over my hips as I lifted my ass to help her get them off. I put my hands on my pink boy short panties and she stopped me.
“Just relax,” she whispered. I couldn’t argue with that. This was the most erotic experience of my life; I didn’t really want to rush it. She slid my pants down my legs and off my feet, taking my flip flops with them. Her hands gently caressed my calves, and up to my thighs as her kisses resumed on my stomach, across my hips, and down to my thighs. She swept her fingers over my panties, and I felt the wetness against my own skin. Her finger slid underneath my panties, spreading the wetness from my opening up to my clit. My hips bucked in response to her touch, and she leaned her head against my stomach, trying to keep me still.
I bit back a groan as I felt a finger slide inside me, exploring inside and gently rubbing over my pleasure spot. My heartbeat sped up as I felt her thumb massage my clit from outside my panties and her lips kissing below my belly button. The tingle spread from between my legs down to my toes. I was close to orgasm, and I couldn’t help the moans escaping my throat. I pushed my hips closer to her hand and gripped the arm of the chair tightly. She slowly withdrew her finger, placed it in her mouth, and sucked my juices slowly off her finger.
I felt the wetness still on her hand as she pulled my panties down over my knees. “Close your eyes,” she said. I leaned my head back in the chair and felt a nub touching and rubbing my wet slit. Her lips kissed and licked my hips. I felt the nub stop at my clit, rubbing back and forth. I opened my eyes and let out another moan. Kylee was rubbing her breast and nipple across my wet pussy, and I felt my orgasm coming closer. I threw my head back and groaned louder, as my muscles became rigid. I began to shake harder when I felt her finger replace her nipple on my clit.
She rubbed with more pressure, in circles, and back and forth, and up and down on my clit. I couldn’t control the sounds now, as I neared a level of orgasm I’d never reached before. I put my hands in her hair, and she looked up at me smiling. “You’re close,” she said.
I nodded breathlessly and closed my eyes, trying to hold off my orgasm, wanting it to last as long as possible.
“Just let go, Lily, just let go,” she said and plunged two fingers deep inside me, and her pinky finger pushed into my ass. I gasped and groaned at the penetration. I was shocked, but it felt too good to tell her to stop. I felt the pressure relax on my clit, bringing me back from the edge of orgasm just a little. That didn’t last long because I soon felt her mouth on my clit, sucking and flicking with her tongue. I was instantly on the pinnacle of orgasm, and I took a deep ragged breath.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed as I began to convulse in pleasure. Kylee kept licking at my clit until my shaking slowed, and she gently removed her fingers. She moved her head from between my legs and I watched her wipe the glistening liquid off her chin. She leaned forward again, kissing my mound, and pressing her still erect nipple into my slit again, sliding it up to my clit. I jumped, and gave a half-laugh, half-moan as I reached down to her shoulder to stop her.
“Ok, I see you’ve had enough.” She smiled at me. I nodded, out of breath. “Do you want to taste?” She asked, and stood between my knees holding her breast in front of my lips. I opened my mouth and licked around her nipple savoring my own taste, and gently sucked her nipple. She sighed in approval as she ran her fingers through my short brown hair. I moved away from her breast, realizing I really didn’t know how to please another woman. It must have showed on my face, because she leaned down and kissed my lips, and said, “It’s okay, Doll, you will learn…another day.”
We both dressed in silence. I suddenly felt shy and inadequate because I didn’t please her. I’d never been one to just receive and not give anything back.
“Would you like something to drink?” She brushed the hair out of my face and gently kissed my cheek.
I blushed, and felt a shiver move down my spine.
“You,” I whispered.
She smiled. “How about some water?”
“But, you don’t…”
“No, Lily. I wanted to please you.” She touched my face with the back of her fingers. “There will be time for me.”
I nodded, feeling a bit rejected. “Okay,” I said. I felt a tugging inside me that was a fine indicator of my fast attachment to this beautiful amazing woman. Even if I never see her again, it was a fantastic learning experience, I thought.
“Kylee?” I said as I reached her front door.
“Yes, Lily?”
“Thank you. For everything. I had a very educational day.” I smiled.
“Anytime, Lily. You know how to get in touch with me.” Her green eyes sparkled.
I left her house and walked towards my apartment with a grin on my face that could have melted the wicked witch. I would remember my time with Kylee for the rest of my life.