She is elegant, educated and well-spoken. She is a lawyer first and has recently forayed into entrepreneurship with her first business. Petite, dark hair, full red lips and long lashes. We have met before at parties among mutual friends but this is the first time all three of us are alone.
At the dinner party a few weeks earlier, I was immediately drawn to her as she described an opulent English countryside wedding she attended. We bonded over shared interests of art, travel and empowered female leaders. Although my partner has known her for years before me, I could feel a connection with her when we touched hands and exchanged phone numbers.
She welcomes us to her restored historic home where the small front room is lit by candlelight dancing on the texture of exposed brick. We sit in comfortable chairs but there is also a massage table set up in the center of the room. We enjoy one glass of Zinfandel and she plays an original composition on her glossy grand piano. Her voice is layered with sensuality and effortless elegance.
She has recently tapped into the world of energy healing and reiki. I don’t really know much about this world at all, except that in my experience I know thee things: 1. communication can be non verbal. 2. Our bodies can hold on to stress and pain and certain touch or stretching can release it. 3. Touch can be healing.
She asks, “Would you like me to perform a body work session?“
“Yes, I would like that very much. How shall I set up?”
“However you’re best comfortable, but I suggest bra and panties to begin with. Lie face down on the massage table.”
The wine is warming my heart and the anticipation is warming other places.
My partner takes a seat in a linen chesterfield chair near the glossy grand piano.
She plays instrumental music on her speaker. She dims the lights even more.
I undress down to my lacy black bra and thong. She covers my bottom half with a sheet and begins caressing. Her touch feels soft and easy.
She adds massage oil that smells a little citrusy and a little herb-y smell. Lemongrass? I am completely relaxed. As her hands move the length of my back,she leans down and her long black hair grazes my back.
She moves her body with her breath and I mirror her inhales and exhales. She pauses for a moment and I realize she is undressing to her underwear. Adorning her body is a black bra with cobalt blue ribbons. Her lacy black bikini bottoms are tied with the same color satin ribbons on the side. Her skin is pale and soft. “You are gorgeous” I say and catch the eye of my partner in the corner. He gives me a wink.
She climbs on top of the massage table, straddling me. “Are you comfortable?” She asks. “Oh yes” I respond. I am still on my belly but now I feel her whole body like a wave undulating on top of mine. Her skin is soft and the lace is scratchy. I can’t help but moan with pleasure. “That feels so niceeeee,” I exhale.
As she moves I also can’t help but grind a little on the massage table. I am definitely wet and dying to be touched more. I move my hands behind my back to feel her thighs and her beautiful body.
“May I unclasp your bra?” She asks.
I go ahead and reach behind my back to unhook it. She flips me over and I sit up. We are both sitting on the massage table cross legged but now her legs are wrapped around my torso. We continue stroking each other skin in silence.
“I’d like to kiss you, is that ok?” I ask.
Her response is not verbal but exactly as I had hoped. Her lips are just as soft as I imagined. I run my fingers through her hair as she is sitting on top of me.
We continue making out in an embrace and pausing only to smile and giggle once in a while. “Are you enjoying yourself, darling?” My boyfriend asks. “Oh yes” i moan. I can’t believe I’m actually making out with Vivienne.
She climbs off the massage table for another sip of wine. Her beautiful hips and shoulders create a gorgeous shadow on the brick walls.
We continue kissing, this time standing up. She is quite petite so I do have to look down where my lips meet hers. I am enjoying prolonging the makeout session as she is a great kisser. My boyfriend emerges from his chair and comes up behind me, kissing my neck. I am enjoying Vivienne so much that I push him away so I can continue kissing her. My hands are exploring her beautiful body over the lace of her lingerie. She pauses to open another bottle of wine. “Do you want a second glass?” She offers.
“No, I have to drive home.” I say but my boyfriend indulges in another glass.
While drinking she confesses she has never even kissed a woman. Somehow this surprises me. I think because of her confidence that I had assumed she had experience on the bicurious spectrum.
My partner initiated the next makeout touching session. She is sort of sandwiched between us as I play with her hair and stroke her exposed back at the same time she kisses my man. I like feeling his strong hands on the small of her back.
Suddenly she darts to the bathroom. With such urgency, I wonder if she is ok? And then I hear vomiting. Oh no! Poor V. My boyfriend knocks on the door to help. He draws a bath for her and I get her some water, bread and almonds.
We both sit with her as she lay in the tub, just making sure she stays awake. She apologizes over and over again. I realize she must be more sensitive to wine as I saw her only pour two glasses. Or maybe it was the beginning of a flu?
We stay long enough to see that she gets into bed with water, Advil by her bedside.
The next morning she chats with my boyfriend and apologizes over. I told him it was probably OK, now knowing that was her first woman experience I would want her more presently aware. I never want my partners to have a blackout drunk sex experience— it’s way less fun for me too— not to mention unethical and quite shitty!
The next few weeks we check on her, exchange some flirty text messages. I appreciate her passion for feminism and politics. I’m hungry to taste her again. I start fantasizing about what is underneath Vivienne’s sexy lace panties.
We get together again before she leaves for London but for whatever reason I’m not feeling it. I’m down or depressed or just feeling tired from a long week at work. We flirt, drink wine, all three exchange kisses but that’s it.
She texts my partner and asks what’s up? Did she do something wrong? That was one of our last chances to get together! Of course he reassures her that it was nothing she did or didn’t do, it just didn’t happen that night.
Over the next few months we send her some sexy photos. Most of the flirting is carried out by my partner. He enjoys the pursuit, the courting, the sexting and the flirting more than I do.
Almost a year after Vivienne left for London, she is on a visit, and we Invite her to our place, we go on a picnic in the late summer sun. We find a shady spot by the river and eat tacos (she was missing Mexican food which is very sparse in Europe!) we drink a delicious rose as the sun sets behind the corn fields.
We go back to our home and start touching and kissing on our sofa. My boyfriend plays with her hair as I kiss her soft lips. We go upstairs to our bedroom.
I undress slowly and press my body to hers. My boyfriend comes up behind and now I’m the sandwich. I feel him getting hard and I’m craving a blow job. I turn and start undressing him. Vivienne strips to her bra and panties, this time a red hot lace number.
She helps me by unbuckling his belt and I slide his jeans to the floor. She pulls down his underwear and gasps as his perfect cock is revealed. She looks at me with lust in her eyes and asks my permission, “can I kiss it?” I explain “Anything that one of us can experience, you can too.”
Vivienne slowly traces the tip of his cock with her tongue. She traces it round and round, right to the base and then slides her younger back to the tip. “Oh my god you have such a nice cock!” She moans.
I love watching my boyfriend grow even harder as her mouth envelops him. She gags a little but moans with more pleasure.
My pussy is so wet and my own clit is throbbing with anticipation and I start caressing my own body.
“I would like to taste you” my boyfriend says to Vivienne. Is that ok if Rose and I both explore your pussy together?”
“I would like that very much” she says and backs away, strips for us and lay on the bed.
My boyfriend begins with light kisses around her thighs. Her warm shaved skin is so soft and sexy. I trace a finger around her outer lips and then move my tongue to slowly and deliberately part her slippery slit. Her beautiful dripping wet outer lips are enticing me to explore more . I move my tongue now tickling her inner lips, softly savoring her sweetness. “Oh my god that feels amazing” she exhales.
My boyfriend takes over and begins caressing her clit with more pressure of her tongue. I love watching him and his mouth while Vivienne’s hips start grinding with pleasure.
He takes my hand and guides it along her glistening pussy lips. I slide one finger inside and she moans “more, please”
Two fingers inside her and oh my god she feels so good. As I move my fingers in a “come hither” motion, my boyfriend kisses her clit and sucks on her outer labia.
Vivienne starts moaning with more intensity and more volume. I increase the rhythm of my two fingers and feel the walls of her clasp more tightly. “Keep going” her sweaty body is breathing heavily. With more intensity, my boyfriend kisses her clit harder and faster. She exclaims “oh my God” and I feel her insides tighten.
“Holy fuck I can feel her orgasm” I exclaim and I thrust my fingers faster, faster, until she gets wetter and wetter. She screams and then I feel her spasm; I hold her pussy and she writhes with pleasure.
“Holy fuck I really needed that orgasm” she explains as my boyfriend and I spoon her shivering sweaty body.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ts69f/long_awaited_ffm