When Opportunity Knocks

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Foreword: It’s a new year, filled with new possibilities. I’m starting my 2022 writing off with my first attempt at exploring lesbianism. I hope I did Tia’s first experience justice.

Elle

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It was a becoming a usual Friday night thing now that the work week was over and there was nothing else to distract them. The argument was escalating, neither of them were even sure what had started it. Probably something simple like a toilet seat left up, dishes undone, ill spent money. The start was no longer relevant, and the end never seemed to come. It was just a continuous string of issues being worked out in an unhealthy marriage in an unhealthy way.

The yelling was getting louder, the profanity worse.

Her breaking point was when he brushed passed her making her lose her balance while telling her she was acting like, “such a bitch!”

She grabbed her jacket slid into the closest pair of her shoes by the door, threw her purse over her shoulder and before she even realized it, she’d made it to her girlfriend’s house doing 80 in a 60 in 7 minutes. A record not to be proud of.

She knocked on the door of her girlfriends mini-mansion as it were, using the large iron knocker, owning her own IT security business was lucrative. Her friend opened the door and seeing her running mascara and puffy eyes from a quick, but powerful few minutes of tears in the car. She immediately gave her a big comforting hug; one of those warm close body, breasts to breasts embraces.

With one arm still around her, she ushered her into the house and into the den. Like a good friend she listened and they talked over a few glasses of wine. When she saw her friend zone out looking into the flames of the roaring fire she’d lit for them, then she invited her to stay the night. Safety first, no drinking and driving and it was clear she could use a night to clear her head. She grabbed her a new toothbrush and a silk shorts pajamas set and led her to the guest bathroom upstairs so she could have a hot soapy bath with a fresh glass of white wine. She lit her guest some scented candles and left her to relax.

The soaking was definitely helping to ease some of the tension away. She enjoyed the light coconut smell and played with the bubbles while the water skirted across her skin like satin. She opened her legs a little wider fully allowing the warm water to meet the warmth of her vagina.

She lifted her knees just out of the water so her manicured toes were still under but she was controlling the movement of the water to flow up her legs by rocking her lower body. The water gently crashed against her pelvis. With a little more deliberateness now, she was creating a pretty rhythmic sensation nearly mirroring someone licking her pussy with just the softest little suck.

Enjoying it maybe a little too much considering where she was, but still wanting more she spread her legs out wide so her knees were touching the sides of the bathtub and her feet touching their soles together making a beautiful diamond shape to explore. The cold porcelain was a stark contrast to the hot water the rest of her was pretty much immersed in. By pushing her ass down into the tub and thrusting her pelvis upward, she created a new sensation. The cool air breezing across her almost hairless pussy then dipping back down into the warm water was inspiring. She started making circular motions with her hips; it was familiar feeling, like being eaten out ankara escort with a soft tongue swirl.

The bathroom was all steamy which was keeping her upper body warm, not that she was cold, if anything she was making herself hot. Finally, her hand broke the waters surface to find her wanting engorged clit when she continued edging herself to the brink.

Even though she was under water she could feel how wet she was. The hot silkiness allowed her to play effortlessly with herself. Aware of her own urgency she traded clit and lip play for a middle finger insert, sinking lower into the tub a second finger quickly joined the first.

Under her movements the water was crashing like mini waves behind her just like the hypnotic ebb and flow of the ocean. Besides the sloshing sound, she was also contributing to the increasing noise, the heavy breathing, the little grunts, gasps and moans. In a lucid moment she remembered she was a guest in her friend’s home and turned the water on full blast to drown out her noises and keep the water hot. Now fully sound proofed, those manicured feet each found their way up to the corner ledges of the tub. Almost flat backed with shoulders just above the water she really went in on herself.

Hand in a scoop like position to allow maximum access to go deeper with varied tempos until her body shuttered and shook the water. She was gripping the sides of the tub to help stabilize herself. Finally, after the internal waves stopped and she unclenched her eyes, to turn off the water, she looked up to see a detachable shower head. Round two? Moen and Pfizer 6 speed shower heads have always been good to her. Already shaky with a bit of aftershock from her first release gave her pause but it had been so long since she’s orgasmed and it felt so good. Better then he’d made her feel in months, the decision was easy.

Her slender fingers worked with the pulses from the shower head to tickle her from the outside to her insides. This made her think of how she imagined anal beads or the tip of a hard cock would probably make her knees buckle right now. But she enjoyed how she was feeling and continued to ride the wave to another satisfying end, not as powerful as the first but she was impressed with herself considering the circumstances that she was able to get their solo.

The water ran and rinsed the soap, her own fluids and stress down the drain.

Feeling much better and relaxed, she pulled back the shower curtain forgetting about the glass of wine until she heard it hit the tiled floor shattering into pieces. Thankfully no crime of wasting alcohol was committed, she’d downed it before the tub was an even a quarter full. Hearing the glass breaking her friend was at the door in no time to see if she was alright. She hadn’t even gotten a towel on when she came in all panicked.

Initially she was so focused on the glass and her friend’s safety she didn’t even notice she was naked. She couldn’t reach her towel without stepping out of the tub but of course there was broken glass everywhere. So, she stood there cupping her breasts as she watched her friend pick up the bigger pieces and return with a broom and dustpan for the rest.

When she finally turned her attention toward the bathtub her guest was standing there shivering given it had been a few minutes. “Omg! You must be freezing, I’m so sorry. Let me grab you a towel”.

She grabbed the fluffy blue towel off the rack and handed it to her.

Not çankaya escort meaning to, her eye gaze automatically focused in on her guests perfectly symmetrical areolas with two hard brown nipples pointing up. Her breasts were beautifully rounded DD cups. Only further complimented by her toned arms, small waist, curved hips and thick thighs. Damn; the female body really is a work of art. And Vee would know, the nickname was appropriate for the 40 something year old lesbian.

She blushed and apologized backing out of the bathroom to leave her friend to get dry and dressed. On the other side of the door Vee was getting wetter thinking about her body, wishing she was naked in there with her. She would have been more than happy to have soaked in the tub with her. Washing her back, covering her with suds and gliding in between her legs with her soft hands and mouth after she’d had a chance to massage her breasts, lightly lick her nipples and suck on them.

Vee knew her husband could be a real ass sometimes; this wasn’t the first time they’d commiserated over a bottle or two of wine about her marriage. And it hurt Vee to see her friend so upset and unappreciated, undervalued. She wanted to hold her and show her how beautiful and wanted she was. Men so often failed to see and understand what it really took to keep a woman happy. It starts with attention, pay attention to her. If you don’t someone else will. A little tenderness and romance goes a long way too. Vee had always wanted her, but never crossed that line, after all she was a married woman; not happily but still married nonetheless.

Vee called her to the main bedroom after a few minutes of just sitting on the edge of her king size bed, tormenting herself imaging her friend in the next room rubbing lotion all over her body. Feeling emboldened by the bottle of Moscato she had enjoyed while her friend was in the tub, she called her into her room. She appeared at her bedroom door, still in her towel, she hadn’t quite had enough time to put on the silk pajamas, and Vee didn’t mind that at all.

“Come sit,” she said warmly, patting the spot next to her.

Sitting side by side close enough to smell the coconut and feel the each other’s body heat, they chatted, laughed and without even realizing it, Vee had rested her hand on my upper thigh. In my nervous state I started looking around at anything but her. Her bedroom décor could have been featured in an IN-Style Home magazine. She didn’t have a lot of time to take it in though, the view for the next few hours would be limited; ceiling or flesh.

“I’ll go slow,” she was true to her words moving her hand gently up my leg, my heart beat was anything but; it’s all I could hear pounding on my ears.

She moved her hands gently up my thigh and towards my neatly shaved pubis, I began to relax and unexpectedly moan a little, taking that as her cue she did what she’d wanted to do for years and leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I’ve dreamed of how you would taste for years,” and finished her sentence by kissing my neck, grazing her nose across my face before kissing me.

I know where her hands just were and what she was doing, but somehow a kiss was different. It was intimate and conclusive of feelings. I froze, at first. Then I reciprocated and her lips parted and so did mine, and our tongues found each other, passionately and eagerly. It was still so tender I’d never been kissed like this. Vee kızılay escort was tender and firm, like the feeling of her breasts pinned against mine.

The kisses led to her fondling my breasts, she paid special attention to my hardening nipples. At first through the towel until she barely tugged at it and it fell away. My last barrier was gone. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I did what she did, she seemed to like it too. I cupped them and squeezed softly, then harder when I felt how her breath had increased and her chest was rising and falling. Her breasts were softer than mine, and smaller but her nipples were equally hard as mine were. I rubbed them in between my fingers, I wanted to suck on them but I wasn’t ready yet. Vee’s hands moved from my breasts up to cradle my neck to hold me tighter and kiss me deeper, but it was also a way to control me. She moved so smoothly, practiced in the art of seduction perhaps?

I was laid down with such care and she kissed me from my collarbone, to in between my breasts, to my naval and kept going. I was mildly protesting (I think) when my legs were being parted and her first warm touch from her hand landed in what felt like to me to be a pool of my excitement. But when that first flick and suckling combination from her skilled tongue met my pulsing wet clit, I went totally limp from utter pleasure and relaxed under her touch. She stayed in between my legs for some time, but who could discern seconds from minutes in this state of euphoric confusion. All I know is I was focused on not squeezing her head while I was seemingly riding her face.

When she slipped two of her fingers into my wet slit, I lost all control. I was writhing and moaning, closer to screeching would be more accurate. She buried her face even deeper and only stopped for a moment to look up at me, admiring how she’d reduced me to a whimpering begging woman. She looked so pleased, and devilish licking her pussy juice slickened mouth before turning back to the source, holding the tops of my thighs even tighter to her face.

Further motivated by my soft pleads, “Mmm oh my God Vee, make me cum.” She didn’t deny my request, within moments I was screaming out her name, shaking through the best orgasm I’d ever had. Three in a day was a record for me, I laid on her beautiful blue duvet, in a pool of my own silk and creamy fluids. Vee continued to lightly play in my pussy, stroking her fingers around and cupping my vagina with her hole hand, which was actually a little soothing I was still so tender and tingly from her. Moments later, she was lying next to me and kissed my cheek then my lips. I kissed her back and felt my heart quicken again and the butterflies start fluttering in my belly and wetness returning in between my legs.

“Vee, I don’t know what to say, I uhh.”

“It okay, you don’t have to say anything.” We got under the dry covers, throwing the wet duvet on the floor, our bodies intertwined were enough to keep us warm. We spooned and cuddled all night, taking turns on who was on the outside or inside, touching each other playfully throughout the night, for now that was enough for her.

It was the most peaceful night I’d spent with a lover, the only thing that disturbed me was the buzzing and glow from my phone at 7a.m., otherwise I would have laid in bed with her all day. The idea of her teaching me what she liked and exploring her body made me smile.

I got up and tiptoed to the bathroom to answer the intrusion before it woke her.

“Hello,” I whispered into the phone, and was greeted with a much louder and harsher tone, “Tia, where are you!?”

“I’m fine, I’m at Vee’s. I’ll be home soon, and we need to talk.”

(E.D. 2021)

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