**The Goddess and the Grasshopper [F/F] [30s-40s] [first time]**
**Introduction.**
I walk into the darkened, dimly lit space, shrouded in the murmurings of others.The clinking of glasses, casual conversations, intermittent outbursts of laughter. The room is a blur. I feel comforted by the undefined anonymity as my heart beats out of my chest.
I draw a slow deep breath, feeling it fill and expand the pit at the base of my belly. In the stretch, I hold.
I lose track…until I remember, then control myself as I slowly exhale, through pursed lips. I feel pounding in my chest, my ears, as warmth fills my face.
It’s so hot in here. I close my eyes and continue to breathe. All the mutterings are silenced by the rush of air in and the controlled, extended release.
“what the f***?” I’m jolted back into the space as a force knocks me forward. Thankfully my legs, my feet, respond and catch me as I lunge. I had stopped in the midst of a thoroughfare, right near the entrance, and been jostled by an energetic party that had just arrived at the bar. They pushed past me and broke my silence with joyus eruptions, squeals of excitement. Anger and annoyance rise, but after taking a few breaths, quickly subside, as the context of the scene comes back into focus.
I scan the room. I become aware of my hands, clasping, grabbing, wringing at each other just in front of my body. I wipe my moist palms against the jeans that grip my thighs and continue to step into the space.
It’s busy. People are grouped, and are not, all around me. Faceless among the masses.There is a lively pulse, a festive electricity in the air.
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**Chapter 1- The Onset.**
The edible I ate hasn’t kicked in yet; time for some liquid courage.
I hate going to a bar alone. Even if I’m meeting someone there, even the act of walking through the door solo, makes my heart race. I feel like I’m pantomiming the actions and observing myself from the outside. Playing the part of a single person opening the door, showing my ID, and taking one step after another as I make my way past others, who seemingly embody themselves. I make my way to the bar.
Thank goodness the bartender has their back to me as I just realized that I have to vocalize an order once I get their attention. My brain is spinning from the noise, the crowd, the edible starting to move from my digestive to circulatory system.
I inadvertently make eye contact with the bartender; my panic is misread as urgency. They hurry over. Shit.
My thoughts race and search for something to utter. With each step the bartender takes, my mind spins further out of control. I manage to sputter, “ Gin and ginger…double.” The words sound crazy. Is that even a drink? Does this bartender think I’m a joke? Is this going to be drinkable? Or disgusting? My fiery face blinks back tears as I dig for my wallet. I need this interaction to be over. I trade a fistful of bills for the booze and run away from the bar.
I sink into a space of my own, amidst a pool of others. I feverishly sip away at my drink. I’m so grateful for the straw; it gives my antsy hands something to do. Having to mitigate slurping through ice cubes may have been too much to handle, may have put me over the edge. The clash of cold cubes against my teeth, balanced on my lips, might have been enough to call this whole thing off. But alas, the straw.
I swallow the bubbly sweetness as quickly as I can draw it into my mouth. I reach the bottom and the gin hits my brain. I wince and gag. Oof…Strong pour.
I again become aware that I am in a room teaming with others. As I pick up my phone, I feel it buzz in my fingertips.Two words simultaneously take my breath and cover my body in sweat, “I’m here.”
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**Chapter 2- At the bar.**
Fuck. Why did I do this? It’s not too late, I could ghost them. They don’t know I, too, am here. I’m so sweaty. It’s so hot! I shove an ice cube in my mouth as I try to bring myself, and my temperature, back down. Breathe in…out….
I start to make my way to the bathroom as I think of my reply. I alternate hands, holding my drink and pressing my cool fingers on my hot face, weaving through the others.
I make it into a stall, and breathe relief as I slide the latch across. I pull my jeans and panties down to my knees and plunk myself on the seat. I close my eyes and take a couple slow breaths. All the sounds are muffled except for two others, conversing at the sink. I wait and breathe until they go, and I am alone.
I glance at my phone again. Two new messages. A kissy face and underwear from my partner, and another…from her.
“At the bar. What’s your drink?”
Fuuuck! I immediately start googling “cool drink orders”-not another gin and ginger debacle. Jack and coke? Tom Collins? I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard. Beer? Yeah…maybe a beer, that’s pretty cool, right? I text my partner and ask if ordering a beer would seem like something a cool person might order.
“Relax. Remember, this is supposed to be fun (wink).
”I text her, “Beer would be great. Anything on tap. Surprise me. (wink)”
…super cool…right?
“Just got here; making my way over. Wearing red.”
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**Chapter 3-Not Alone.**
Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god. Breathe. Ok…I have to go.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and again, slowly release through clenched lips. Wipe myself, pull my pants up, button, and flush. I rest my head against the cool metal door, slowly unlatch the lock, and head towards the sink. As soon as I lather up, another group enters the bathroom.
I’m reminded of the loud bustle outside of my sanctuary. They enter stalls as I try to hide my sweat-soaked hair, tuck it behind my ears. I roll my icy glass across my cheeks and forehead, and leave it on the counter. I take one last breath, pause, then push back out into the darkness.
I angle myself so I can approach the bar from the entrance. It seems darker now, and busier. People are everywhere.
A buzz. “Black tank top”.I’m not alone anymore. I start scanning…it’s packed. I try to discern couples and groups from any outliers, any singles.
Breathe… Oh god! I realize that she’ll probably be able to see me before I find her. RED! Oh my god! Can she see me right now? (I become aware that I’ve forgotten how to breathe.)
Be cool…I’m cool. Beer ordering, cool. I’m breathing, cool. Going out to bars, wearing friggin’ red, grabbing a beer, cool. Meeting ladies in black tanks, cool.
I see her…seeing me see her. We smile. Fuuuck.
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**Chapter 4- Here goes.**
She looks similar to her pictures; her hair’s a bit shorter. Her eyes are more electric. I motion that I’ll make my way over.
Holy fuck, what the heck am I doing? It’s legit been over 15 years since I interacted with another human in this way. I want to vomit. I want to hide. Would she see me if I ducked out? I could pull it off. What if she’s disappointed? What if I make it around to her side of the bar and she’s not there? What if she’s dipped?
She didn’t. She’s right there. Breathe in…. And out. Thank goodness, she’s still smiling. Here goes.
“Hey there,” she says, buoyantly, as she pushes a pint in my direction. “Your smile is brighter than your pictures give you credit for.”
“The same could be said for your eyes.” I lift my glass and smile “Thanks! And cheers…”
“To us”- we say. Our eyes lock, as we press our drinks to our lips.
The pounding bassline pierces the chatter and laughter. Has it been there the whole time? We make a few attempts at banter but realize this is no place to chat, and that’s not why we’re here.
She grabs my hand; her eyes widen, “Let’s dance.” We slug the rest of our drinks and take to the floor.Oh my freaken god. I’m flooded with terror and excitement. My face flashes flames and I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my temple. My whole body is damp in an instant.
Thankfully, the space is over-full. Any worry over my lack of dancing skills devolves as bodies press closer and closer into each other. She reaches where we’re going and turns to me. It’s the first time I can take her in, take all of her in.
She is beautiful and real. She’s soft, and a little tough, a little edgy, a little dark.She spreads our arms wide. She’s taking me in too.
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**Chapter 5 – It’s fucking on.**
Her fingers trace the underside of my wrists and arms. As we lower them, she runs her hands down my sides and around my hips, resting her fingertips on the small of my damp back.
I notice her scent, spicy and floral, something I’d never choose for myself but there’s no other smell that would better suit her, or the moment. I can’t get enough of it.
I look at her, looking at me. It’s fucking on.
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**Chapter 6 – A big fucking deal.**
This moment that I’ve found myself in, this thrilling moment, is a big fucking deal. This is not a coincidental rendezvous, a chance happening. This is… is it a lifetime in the making? Maybe I could say it like that… that all the encounters I’d had up until this moment had all led me to this, led me to her.
Led me to these entrancing eyes staring back at mine, as I trace her moist (thank goodness) hair line… run my fingers through her hair, to meet the wetness of the nape of her neck… tip toe around her face, barely touching her jawline with the back of my fingers… grazing those lips.
All the words that come to mind are fitting but can’t quite capture them. They are, but aren’t just succulent, luscious, plump, voluptuous. Whatever they are, I want to bite them. I want to suck them. I want them in my mouth.
My mind cycles and oscillates between drinking in this intoxicating woman and thinking about, processing the magnitude of this moment.
I can’t believe this is happening… but it is.
I can’t believe I’d take a leap like this… but I have.
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**Chapter 7- Holy fuck.**
We press our foreheads against each other. I feel her warm, wetness against mine. I close my eyes and breathe.She wraps her arms tighter around me and presses her body into mine. Our rhythmic motions grind against each other.
I draw my nose across hers and press my lips to her forehead, eyes still closed. I feel her hands move from my body. She places them on each side of my face; I feel her fingers circle around the back of my neck.
I open my eyes as she lowers mine to hers.
Holy fuck; this is really happening.
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**Chapter 8- Hot breath.**
We stare, for what feels like forever but what was likely just a brief moment. I see the corners of her eyes curl to a smile, different from the ones I saw earlier.
Her mouth is open, lips apart.
I feel her hot breath wash over my skin with every pant.I brush my lips against hers. I gasp for breath. She grips me tighter. Eyes still locked. She swallows, then returns to heavy breathing, almost, just barely grunting.
I encase her top lip in mine and slowly run my tongue from the outer crease towards the center, barely touching the space where her outer lip meets her insides.
Her hands move up into, and grasp my hair, as she guides my face towards hers. She plunges her tongue into my mouth and begins sucking and swirling herself around inside me. She’s inviting, not forceful. Playful… as if to say, “Join me.”
I do.
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**Chapter 9- Relax into her .**
I kiss her, over toward the side of her face and pause at her ear. I brush my lips on her soft lobe as I breathe on her, for her. I gently nibble and lap her neck. I taste her salty skin; my mouth finds the curve at her shoulder. She responds with a deep sigh.
I gently slide my fingers under the strap of her tank top… no bra. I slide the strap just off her shoulder and kiss at the space where it had been. She tosses her head back and laughs.
She brings her hands to my face again and kisses me, deeply. She presses her hand into the back of my neck and slides the other beneath my waistband, in the small of my back. I cringe for a moment; it’s likely dripping back there. She doesn’t seem to mind. I relax into her.
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**Chapter 10 – Breathless.**
The song whose pounding baseline fueled our eager introduction comes to an abrupt ending, thrusting us back into the room. We pull our faces from each other, breathless.
Her eyes are more alive than ever. I search for words but my mind is exploding.
So fucking hot (in so many ways). We are soaked, glistening, drenched in each other… amongst other hot, soaked bodies… pressed against, grinding against each other… moving together.
We gasp for air through smiles. We cherish the silence; our ears begin to ring. She motions with her head, turns around, and leads us through the crowd.
I know where we’re going. I’ve been in this direction before
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**Chapter 11- This Woman!**
We patiently push past the crowd, back towards the sanctuary, from earlier this evening. As I slide the same latch, I can feel her breathing into the back of my neck. I feel her body press against mine.
She enlaces her fingers in my hands. We breathe; together for a moment. She raises our arms and leans into me, against the door.
“Stay there,” she grabs a firm hold of my wrists. Oh my freaken…
“Breathe.” In… out… she reminds me that I’m alive.
I feel her tongue on the back of my ear, her teeth nibbling at me, sucking on my skin. Shivers run through me.
First her eyes, now her mouth… she moves down the back of my neck, bringing with her, pulses of lightening.
“Breathe.” She revives me. Again. She literally takes my breath away.
In… out… I come to.
This beautiful woman, in a black tank top, pressed up against me, holding me sexy-hostage in my sanctuary, is slowly, and firmly, running her hands down my arms. When she gets past my shoulders, she begins to encircle my body. As she wraps her arms around me, one hand snakes under my shirt and starts groping at my breasts.
“Mmm, no bra.” She encircles my nipple with her fingertips. I feel her hot breath over my shoulder. I let out an involuntary sigh. Her other hand plunges lower; I can feel her fingers running over my jeans, running over… me.
“Mmm…” a gutteral hum comes from deep inside. This woman! Saliva starts gathering in my mouth and I start panting against the door.
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**Chapter 12- Fucking goddess.**
I attempt to turn to her but she’s too quick. She pins me.
“Nah, ah, ah,” this woman! She shifts to my side, still behind me. Teasing and fondling me.Mmm, her hands know exactly what to do.
She moves her hand down my back, over the curve of my bottom, following my crease down and under me. Oh my god! Circling each cheek, dipping in between, moving to the other…
Thwack! A rush of pain; the skin on my bottom stings.
“mmUgh! That fucking ass!” She’s too much; I turn around, back her up against the wall. I kiss her mouth and lay my hands on her breasts, her tits. I run my thumbs over her nipples. They’re hard. I circle my palms over them. I want them in my mouth.
I pull my lips from hers. Mouth still open, watering, I look into her eyes. They’ve transformed again, now filled with hunger.
“I want them in your mouth.” How the fuck did she know? “I’ll tell you what to do.”
From my personal experience, when someone is willing to teach you how to please them, especially when you are a novice and she is a fucking goddess in a black tank top, her electric eyes staring down at you, as you lover your mouth to her delicious, perfectly ample bosom, let them.
“Tease me.” I throb down below.
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**Chapter 13 – Now you.**
I rub my face against her. The fabric of her shirt is soft and slippery as it brushes on my skin. I glance up; her eyes are shut. She entangles her fingers in my wet locks. Slowly, she gathers the hair from the back of my neck. I can feel a cool rush; it sends tingles through me.
I see her nipples popping from the smooth fabric draped against her. I brush my lips on them and feel their hardness, engorged in pleasure. I hear her breathing deepen.
I pause and breathe too. My warm exhale permeates the thin barrier between her and me. Time stands still. I breathe her into me.
My hands encircle each of her delectable breasts. I feel the weight of them in my grasp, feel their soft give as I gently squeeze. Intensity grows inside me.
“Mmm… harder.”
This fucking woman. I grasp at her, a bit more firm. Grip her erect nipples, rub them against me, my lips, my cheeks. I feel her hardness on my flesh ; it heightens every feeling inside me.
“Kiss me.”
I look up at her. She looks down into me with fiery, electric eyes, inviting me to our next lesson. I bring my lips to her. We bite and suck and nibble as she pulls her black tank top over her head.
“Now you.”
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**Chapter 14- Those fucking lips.**
We tug at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. It gets caught as I pull my arms through. She capitalizes and pushes me against the door, clasps my breasts in her hands, squeezes and gropes at me as she latches those fucking lips on to me…
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
She sucks and swirls her talented tongue. My eyes roll back as I sink my weight against the door. I finally free an arm and allow my brain to fully drink in the moment. Each lap, each swirl, each suck, each time she braces me gently between her teeth, I throb.
I remind myself to open my eyes. I vibrate at the sight of this beautiful woman, with her gorgeous mouth engulfing, and skillfully devouring me. She catches me peeking and breaks suction.
“Like what you see?”
All I can manage is a smile and a moan. She brings her hot mouth and luscious lips to my other breast.
My hands tangle in her hair. It’s wet, soaked through. I run my fingers through it, twirling her moistness around me; pulling her towards me.
I feel her hands on the front of my jeans. She starts to unbutton.
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**Chapter 15- She lunges.**
Two women burst through the door and with them floods a wall of sound.
I look down, with terror in my eyes. She meets mine with excitement. She holds her finger up to those plump, juicy, fucking suckable lips. Shhhhh.
One girl heads to the stall next to us. I can see her through the slit, as I try to stifle every sound that suddenly wants to scream out of my body.
My goddess proceeds to undo my button and silently, slowly unzips.
I watch our neighbour pull down her pants and hover over the seat beside us. Her friend continues talking through the door. She’s loud but I don’t hear her words, only the sound of her voice. I’m grateful for the incessant yammering, filling the void, allowing me to catch breaths while my pants, then dripping panties, are peeled from my pulsing body.
I lose sight of the others as I look down at this beautiful woman, tugging my clothing past my knees.
The snap of the latch next door awakens me to painful silence. There’s no talking. I peek through the slit and catch a glimpse of her door swinging shut.
I freeze. Stifled. Do they know? Did she see me? Motionless. Breathless. Where the fuck are they? Did they leave? My senses shift to hyper gear- trying to discern whether or not we are alone. I close my eyes and expand my awareness beyond my skin, beyond our stall; I fill the room.
A bit of a shuffle? Was that a whisper? I hold my breath.
I’m so determined and focused on them that I don’t notice her. My sexy goddess has not gone invisible, as I have attempted. She has been strategizing, stalking, waiting for the optimal moment to spring.I turn to see if I can peek through the crease at the door latch.
This is her cue. She lunges.
I don’t realize what’s happening until she’s already inside me. In a sweeping motion, too quick for my comprehension, she bends my naked body, pinning my face into the corner of the stall.
She plunges her fingers into me from behind. A desperate shriek comes from my mouth. Fuck! It’s too late and in all honesty, I don’t care. Neither does she.
She begins thrusting harder and harder. I brace myself against the stall. We hear the door open, then close.
My body responds with grunts, to her rhythmic thrusts. She reaches around and grabs at my naked breasts, tits, twisting and tugging at them, more aggressively than before.
I’m so wet; I feel her slippery fingers, hard and fast, pounding into me. I attempt to reach behind, to turn around, to somehow engage, respond…
She pulls her fingers out of me and again slaps my bottom. Harder this time.
Smack! This one hurts, but I like it. The tingle lingers, leaves me wanting more.
“Stay,” she whispers, barely audible.She removes what’s left of my clothing from around my ankles, and spreads my legs wide. I quiver, panting, pressed against the corner of the stall. My whole body breathes, rising and falling, in anticipation of what’s next.
There’s a pause. I wonder if I misheard her, if I misinterpreted her request. I can feel wetness gather, from inside me. She’s out of sight; I feel her presence behind me.
This is so fucking amazing. I cannot believe this is happening, that this is so fucking hot. How the heck did I stumble into this scenario with my own personal sex goddess, willing to give me such pleasure?
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**Chapter 16- Sacred spaces.**
And then I feel her, and realize where she’s been, what she’s been doing.
I feel her, breathing on me, beneath and behind me. I feel her fingertips gently press and spread my cheeks, as her breath gets closer to… me.
I feel her start kissing, soft and gentle… at my lips. To feel her face on me, to recognize and realize it was her face, her lips, on me… its transformational. No longer are things as they’ve been.
I’ve lived my life from the decisions of the past, always in the context of what was, often in the shadow of others, whose thoughts, beliefs, and actions, I allowed dictate which “me” to be.This beautiful woman’s face, her willingly kissing my most private, sacred spaces- she is there and doing this, in this moment, to share enjoyment and excitement with me, right here, right now.
I am not who I was anymore. In this single miraculous act, we are reinventing who I am and who I was meant to be. I can and am breaking free from familial and societal boundaries. I am now an explorer of pleasure, with unrestricted terrain. Open to experiences, expanding the confines of what I know possible for myself.
As my mind processes the profound nature of what is transpiring, there is a beautiful woman wrapping her luscious lips around my clit. I feel her warm softness against my most sensitive spot, as she slowly begins to suck.
I feel my heart beat in her mouth.
My eyes roll back in my head. My legs become weak. I feel blood rush to fill my swollen softest-spots.
Over the muffled bassline, I hear her, slurping at me. I focus on the sound of her mouth drinking me in, her lips and tongue slapping against my naked, exposed womanhood… it feels fucking amazing. My legs begin to shake. Her pace quickens. The intensity grows.
Moans and squeaks escape from my mouth as she continues slipping her lips and tongue over and around me, faster and harder.
Just as I feel sultry sensations starting to peak, my sexy goddess shoves two, then three of her fingers deep inside me.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I’m so fucking wet, I cover her skin in my dripping juices.She pounds and thrusts.
I can hear her breathing change. It’s deeper, almost primal, as she adds the last of her hand’s fingers, shoving into and pulling at me. She grips me from inside.
I can’t fucking take it! I feel the tension inside me mount. I’m gonna fucking explode.
“Come for me.” She fuckin knows.
My body tightens and tenses in her hands. My hips sway; her mouth moves with me.
“Uh, Uh, Uhn, Uhn,” I try to hold on… And then I can’t.
Wetness gushes from me, washing over her, as my insides burst in convulsions.
“Fuck yeah!” she says as she pulls her wet face from me. She’s out of breath. She gasps as she wipes me from her smile. Victory.
A few last punctuated thrusts, then she holds her fingers deep inside me, enjoying the last tight grips around her.
We pause.Breathless and weak.
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**Chapter 17- Pace yourself, grasshopper.**
She slowly draws her slippery fingers out of me. I quiver as the last of her escapes.
I could collapse to the floor. I balance myself. I’m unsteady.
I see a gorgeous woman sitting on the toilet staring back at me, smiling. She rises.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I bring her face to mine. I can smell me on her skin.
I start to kiss her face, press my lips to hers. I can taste myself on her lips, in her mouth. It drives me to kiss her harder. This fuckin woman gets me fuckin going. I bring my hands to her breasts and start groping at her.
She senses the second round and puts her hand firmly on my chest; she gently pushes me back, creating space between us.
“Your turn.”
“Next time,” her eyes still as electric as ever. I don’t want it to end.
“I don’t want it to end.” Looking down at those breasts; I can feel my insides start to ache, my breath quickens. I become aware of saliva pooling in my mouth.
“Pace yourself, grasshopper. This is only the start.”
She pulls my head up to her face and shoves her tongue in my mouth. We enjoy tasting and kissing each other; the feeling of our lips and teeth, tongues and the skin of our bodies, pressed on the other. We hold and embrace.
Time and awareness are suspended.
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**Chapter 18- Not bad, newbie.**
I awaken in the arms of this gorgeous goddess. My eyes meet hers, they sparkle in the darkness. I breathe in her spicy scent, it tickles my nostrils.
“Not bad, newbie,” she whispers through her wry smile.
Who is this woman, that she can come up with these groups of words, these simple statements that strike me with lightening bolts? What banter can I say to return this volley? I have nothing.
I take her lips in mine once more.
“Thank you.” It’s for so much more than the compliment.
The door bursts open and with it bursts the world outside. We smile and give soft kisses as we rerobe.
We exit and enter back into the bar, and our lives.
As I reach for my phone to text my husband, there’s a buzz in my fingertips… it’s her.
“Text me.”
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