Her voice drifted over the crowded room, her entry subtle. I hadn’t
even seen her car pull up our driveway in the flurry of bodies that were
currently enjoying the hospitality of my Boyfriend and me. I smiled
lightly as my coworker approached, greeting her friends in a jovial manner
that made everyone instantly like her. She saw me and grinned broadly,
obviously happy that the evening would include my presence. With a
teasing deliberate motion, she made her was towards us. She greeted us each
with a hug, her hand sliding down the small of my back as our bodies
pressed together. The contact made me catch my breath as a lusty wetness
blossomed between my thighs. God, did she feel that same way?
“Hi, thought you couldn’t get out of your shift?” She kept an arm
around me as she spoke. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my
boyfriend grinning. He encouraged me in this endeavor and many of our lewd
sexual encounters had been played out to the fantasy tempo of a lusty
encounter with my friend.

He wanted to welcome her into our bedroom as much as I did.

“I got Paul to cover for me. He owed me a huge favor.” I kissed her
cheek, and suddenly seized by lust, I nibbled on her exposed ear. Blushing
I tried to pull away quickly, only to be thwarted by her insistent
arm, still wrapped around my waist.

“My, my. Aren’t you looking absolutely gorgeous tonight?” She leaned
closer, flicked her tongue along the side of my neck. The touch was
electric, causing my entire body to jump. Our eyes briefly met, conveying
our mutual desire for intimacy. I felt the strong hand of boyfriend
caressing the small of my back.

“Well, ladies, I see you two are getting along very well.” He winked at
me as he moved past. My friend kissed his cheek and patted his ass,
finally releasing me. Weakly, I made an excuse to move away. I was so
overwhelmed by this evening, by my fervent desires. I wandered through the
crowd, barely aware that most of our raucous guests were preparing to
leave. A warm silence slowly crept over the house as I returned to my
senses. Thankfully, Rick had seen most of the guests off and our lives
could return to normal. I emerged from my fugue state and began to
assess the damage that our fun-loving, drunken friends had imposed on our
meager abode. As I wondered at the number of empty alcohol containers
that adorned our living room, I heard voices emanating from the kitchen. I
recognized both, my boyfriend’s deep voice and my friend’s lighter
singsong tone. She was still here! My heart fluttered, oh the
possibilities that lay before me. If only I had the courage to tell her that I
wanted to experience the pleasures of her body. Suddenly her tall form
hovered before me.

“Are you okay?” She wasn’t the fit, or even the most beautiful. Her
looks and her physique were average and simple, qualities that made her
amazingly attractive to me and many others. Over the years, I had
witnessed her metamorphosis as she grew into a confident, sensual woman. And
during that time, I had grown to realize that I wanted to have sex with
her. Now here we stood, two women with needs and desires. Nothing stood
between us, except the seething bosom of self-doubt. We both wanted to
overcome that fiend, that fear of the unknown. Rick hovered quietly by
the doorframe, regarding us both as we sat stalemated. Suddenly, she
reached out for me. My heart pounding, I responded and stepped closer.
Everything was out in the open now, no hidden desires were left, no
shadows to crouch in. The needs we both felt were about to be realized and
I wanted nothing to stop it. In a swift motion, she drew me into a
long, deep kiss. I melted into her arms, safe and secure as we explored
each other. She broke the kiss only long enough to steer me towards the
nearby sofa. Gently, she guided me down to its soft embrace. I relaxed,
weakened by the strong grip of lust. Her fingers traced a slow, erotic
path down the front of my shirt, loosing every button in their way.

Gasping, I arched my back at her touch against my now bare skin. Her hot
breath preceded the moisture of her tongue as she traced tempting lines
along the side of my neck. At my bra strap, she paused and looked into
my eyes, asking permission to continue on her journey. With a nod, I
granted her rights to my intimate paths. Gingerly, she removed that
restricting device from my heaving body. Soft lips brushed the skin of my
breasts, a flicking tongue searing my flesh as it explored my womanhood.
Ever so gently, she inhaled the unyielding nipple that stood out from my
body. I writhed uncontrollably as our bodies melded into one heaving,
groaning mass. As suddenly as our encounter began, she stood up. I
cried out, not wanting to be left so needy by my lover. She merely smiled,
tending to the task of shedding her own restrictive clothing. I felt
alone, abandoned without her sultry body pressed against mine.

My body undulated wildly as I anticipated her return, pausing only
briefly when Rick slid behind me to hold me through my experience. It
surprised me that my obviously aroused husband made no attempt to join our
impromptu tryst. My thoughts, however curious, were lost as my companion
returned and pressed her nude self against me. Slowly, ever so
deliberately she began exploring and tasting my trembling flesh. Her slothy
procession downward drove me to new heights of frustrated lust. But,
despite my greedy need for satisfaction, I was unprepared for her arrival
at my sweltering cavern. Hot breath caressed my soft, shaven lips as she
sat poised at those heavenly gates. Vaguely, I heard a strangled cry
that I recognized as my own, animal-like and savage. Acting of it‘s own
will, my back arched violently against my husbands chest as she delved
between those folds. Moaning, she tasted the sweetness of my lust,
sampling it like a fine wine. Gone was any embarrassment or awkward doubts,
my mind was firm in its desires. I needed the satisfaction that this
woman could give me, even if our coupling was only a brief fragment of
my life. Like an unstoppable tsunami, lust crashed over me and flooded
my body with previously unknown sensations. With a talent unlike any
that I had ever experienced, she tasted the sweetness that drenched my
tight button. Her tongue’s spasmodic journey tortured me; no two touches
were even remotely the same. My body quivered and thrashed about in
response to the heady stimulation. My voice failed me, leaving me only
primal grunts to express by approval of her ministrations. As I floated
down, finally released from the grip of the Herculean orgasm that she
induced, my lover maneuvered to my previously unexplored regions.

Shocked, I realized that she had begun licking the tight recesses of my
posterior. Unused such taboo behavior, I tensed my body. An involuntary
reaction to the occult-like worship of those sensitive tissues. Long moments
stretched by, each one demanding a stop to the excruciatingly delightful
exploration. Her moist digit entered my sphincter as she lazily traced
circles around my overworked clitoris with a soft finger. I screamed
and writhed, a helpless hostage to this hedonistic therapy. A final,
overwhelming climax wrenched itself out of my body, leaving me shaking and
helpless in its wake. I drifted serenely in its wake, unwilling to
pull myself away from my euphoric state. A brief kiss adorned my lips, my
friend’s gentle announcement of her departure. Vainly, I attempted to
move my unwilling body. She smiled, whispering for me not to move. She
had given me a beautiful gift, one that I could not repay in my present
state. She whispered to Rick as I lounged in his stolid arms. And then,
she was gone.

“How are you?” my Boyfriend whispered into my ringing ear. I could only
nod, too exhausted to even speak. He stroked my tussled hair away from
my glistening face.

“She wants to come back, you know.” Again, I nodded. In all actuality,
I prayed for our next encounter. Blissfully, I nestled against my
Boyfriend and fell into a satisfied sleep.

~ More of Tangled Up in Me ~