Lustful DesiresOn the scenic train, I wondered why I came. I didn’t like running kids down the aisle with strangers. I watched people quietly. She appeared. Evelyn, for privacy. Since 18 when I was propositioned, I’ve had bi-curious thoughts, but I’ve always been straight. I’ve often regretted not trying the other lifestyle.
Anyway, Evelyn entered the car at the other end and I saw her. I hope my instant lust wasn’t as obvious as it felt in my loins! The ultimate butch. Jeans, sweatshirt, and man’s watch. She looked at me curiously, adding moisture to my already wet thighs, then left. I stared at her. She was the image that would make me switch lifestyles, if only temporarily. Lust increased. I sat motionless, watching, wondering what about this woman made me lose all sanity. She approached me. I closed my eyes to hide my lust, knowing my thoughts were there, wanting to explore the possibilities!
Friends talking blocked her from throwing something away. I offered trash services because I could reach the canister easier. I offered nothing after our eyes met. Her beautiful eyes looked into mine as if she saw lust, which surprised her. She knew who I was, but we had not met. As she left, I tried to control my lustful thoughts and not watch her in the other end of the car. I listened to her talk to her kids and thought of an excuse to sit at the other end of the car. Just an excuse to be there with her, feel her sexual energy that surrounded her, and yet I quietly sat where I was. I watched her as she found several reasons to return to throw things away. My heart raced and my pussy dripped. Only lust.
As I sit here, my mind berates my growing shyness. I could have spoken, introduced myself, or just sat there and satisfied my hunger by being close. Instead, I dream of it happening.
I stay with friends in the seaside town again. I emailed Evelyn to let her know I’m back, hoping she’ll come by, talk, and get to know me better. I hear a car pull into the driveway while sitting on the patio porch with my host. Evelyn approaches the house. She finally enters the porch, my mind screams. She looks at me but greets Martha. I say hello despite my obvious lust. Martha brings drinks and disappears. Evelyn warms my flushed body. As she stares at me, we chat. I see curiosity, but I’m at a loss. Should I say that she’s so hot that my blood boils, my palms sweat, and my pussy soaks whenever I’m near her? Wish. Martha returned and we laughed about various events. I listen to Evelyn discuss local things with Martha. Will we stay while Martha runs to the store? We concur.
Despite small talk, the minutes when she drives out the driveway seem long. Evelyn returns from the house with more pop. She sets her glass on the table behind me. She places her hands on my shoulders and her face against my neck, saying,
“Why do I think I see lust in your eyes when you look at me, yet I know you are straight?”
I reply honestly, “I see you with lust because I feel it! I’m bi-curious, but you’re the first to turn me on. You drive my senses crazy, my sanity away, and my body ache for your touch!”
Straightening, she stays behind me. Her hands touch and rub my breasts. Instantly aroused, I press into her hands. She pinches my nipples through my shirt, making me moan. She walks around me, sits down, and looks into my eyes. Her mouth touches mine as lust fills my eyes. My hand tentatively touches hers as we kiss deeply. We kiss and passionately touch each other’s breasts, then put our hands under each other’s shirts and into the bra and touch skin. My skin flushes with lustful thoughts, and desires. I want this woman so badly my hand shakes with desire! We back away from each other as a car pulls into the driveway, our eyes showing our desire. Martha returns with groceries and cooks dinner while we try to resist! We eat and chat when her husband returns from work. We look at each other often, but not enough to be noticed. Evelyn asks if she can take me out on the town at night and promises I’ll enjoy it.
We both get up to go, and get into her mini-van quickly. We stop momentarily to look at each other, and then back out of the driveway and on into the night. We rush to her house because she doesn’t have the kids during the week. We enter the house and struggle not to strip each other before we reach the bedroom. Entering the bedroom, our mouths seek out the other and our hands anxiously unbutton, pull, and unsnap anything in our way until we stand naked before the other. Lust is all that is on our minds. I want to make love to a woman but don’t know how. We touched, stroked, and squeezed on the bed. I move my mouth from hers to her breast. It is almost ecstasy to me! I now crave her nipple. I stroke her pussy, admiring her inner beauty. As she rubs my clit, I orgasm. This lustful lovemaking is my greatest desire. She strokes and tastes my body putty. I suckle, stroke, and touch, then to satisfy my curiosity, I move my mouth down to her pussy and tentatively taste, then push my face in between her thighs and sucking, tonguing, and drawing out her nectar. Touch, taste, and love for hours. I’m complete here. Stay in my mind and lust for years. We lie in each other’s arms, satiated, wondering what’s next.