This is a follow-up to a previous story, but I’ll write a quick recap.
I met Stephanie a couple of years ago when at the leisure pool with my daughter. She was new to town and visiting the pool for the first time. After an initial interaction and some friendly chat, we quickly found ourselves joking with each other as if we were old friends, but there was a hint of something more, a chemistry, an attraction.
This led to some flirting when we later bumped into each other again in the showers, and some playful looks when in the locker room.
We exchanged numbers and have been good friend since.
But the friendship hasn’t just been platonic. We found out that we’d both had bi experiences in the past, and although I was married and she was looking for a boyfriend to settle down with, there was a spark between us.
At first we didn’t know how to proceed, so we just behaved like normal friends. We met regularly at the pool, went to the park, had the occasional girls night out, etc. She is a little older than me, but she is fun and friendly so quickly fit into my friendship circle.
Meeting at the pool was a favourite of ours, as we both liked the water and the exercise, but especially liked the teasing and flirtatious glances in the locker room and showers.
Watching her wash her slim body was always exciting for me.
It wasn’t until a few months into the friendship that we shared our first experience.
I had gone to her flat for the evening for a film night-in and a glass or two of wine. It was nice to have a night off from being ‘mum’ at home.
We chilled, we chatted, we laughed, we drank. All the while a rom-com was playing in the background. Maybe it was the wine, or the relaxed atmosphere, but the flirting of the on-screen couple was having an effect on me, and I think it was the same for Stephanie.
Sitting next to each other on the sofa, we suddenly became aware of how close we were. For a few moments we just looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.
I don’t know who moved first, or if we moved at the same time, but we were embraced in a kiss. I was nervous – it had been some time since I kissed another woman, but it was soft and sensual. I don’t know how long we were kissing, time seemed to slow down.
When we pulled back we both just smiled at each other, knowing we wanted more. She took her t-shirt off first,and I followed with my blouse.
She was wearing a light blue bra that emphasised the cleavage of her D-cup breasts, but she reached back and unhooked it and it was tossed on the floor. Her dark pink nipples always looked so sexy.
I unhooked my white cotton bra and threw it to the floor also.
She reached out and cupped my 36D breasts in her hands, saying she’d wanted to do that for so long. Her soft touch against my long erect nipples felt great. I reached over and cupped hers too. After a few moments of this we pulled back, then leant in again for some more kissing. As our tongues explored each others mouths I could feel the heat of her breasts against mine.
I felt her break the kiss and move her head down to my chest. She kissed my left breast several times before finding my nipple with her lips. It felt wonderful to have her suck on it and tease it with her tongue. She moved over and did the same to my right breast.
I love nipple play, and her tongue was driving me wild. I could feel my clit harden and my underwear getting damp. I wanted to play with her breasts too, so when she pulled back a little I took my turn, leaned forward, and kissed and teased her beautiful breasts. Her dark pink nipples stiffened under my tongue and she let out a soft moan.
We looked into each others eyes and knew we wanted more, so she suggested going to the bedroom.
But that’s a story for another day.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ku1xi1/my_friendship_with_stephanie_ff