My first time with another woman [FF]

It started a few nights before my visit, when I texted her to ask her expectations for our time together. She said she was up for “whatever I was,” so I decided to go for it.

“I want you,” I said. “I want you bad, in pretty much every way possible. I want to touch you everywhere and learn how to please you.”

In response, she said “Oh babe, I want you so bad too. I want to see how wet you get.”

This was followed almost immediately by an incredibly hot picture of her, naked in bed.

Lying in bed myself, I immediately took off my pants and grabbed my favorite vibrator. I snapped her a couple sexy pictures, then turned it to high and pressed it against my aching clit. I came in seconds, biting back a moan as I writhed on my bed.

The next few days dragged on as we talked about how much we wanted to fuck each other, how we like to get off, and warned each other that we both squirt. Finally it was Friday afternoon. I showered and trimmed my pussy so the hair was cropped close, feeling wetness already forming between my lips. I texted her when I was finally on my way.

[MF] Crossing the Line

We’ve been dancing around the issue for weeks now. Years of built up sexual tension, extra long hugs, oversharing.

But now we’ve danced closer, we’re playing with fire. Dodging closer then jumping back, hiding behind jokes. After your last picture, I can’t take it anymore. I’m getting in my car and driving across town.

I knock on your door, wearing a long jacket. When you start to ask what I’m doing there, I let my coat fall open to reveal the lingerie beneath. You start to ask another question, but I cut you off with a hand gently across your mouth.

“We have to at least see, right?” I ask as I wrap my arms around your neck and push you toward the wall. “It’s worth a shot.”

I press myself into you until your back is against the wall and look you in the eye before pressing my lips to yours. I can feel you starting to grow hard in your basketball shorts as you hungrily kiss me back. Years of built up desire are released as our tongues tangle together.

You pull back and look me in the eye.
“You sure about this?” you ask.