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From my thirty or so years of sexual activity, I’ve learned and experienced that as a woman ages her attitude towards sex changes, often very significantly. Possibly that’s no more so than in how she views same gender sex. For most, that’s been a huge no no, a taboo not to be indulged in for most of their life, but as their sexual experience grows and they overcome the love and sex syndrome many see sex as more of a pastime, so the point of sex and the reason for it changes. It’s at that time when an increasing number experiments and when they discover the pleasure and excitement of another woman.
My awakening to ‘the other side’ of sex came in a threesome with Denise, a work colleague, and our boss. What happened the next day with just the two of us seemed to be the natural extension of our gender fluidity. And here’s how that happened.
Enjoy and love,
Jayne
aka westjayne495
“Not fussed really,” I said feeling strangely nervous when Denise asked what I wanted to drink as we sat in the pub near to the agency where many of us often drank after work.
“Bottle of white or G and Ts?” she persisted as I glanced around to see if we knew anyone in there from the agency and fortunately there were only a few.
“I can’t stay long, so a G and T then please,” I told her as I watched her turn and seemingly wriggle her hips at me as she walked to the bar and bought two gin and tonics. The skirt was probably just a little too tight for her fairly large frame, but then that was just how she dressed and mostly acted, right on the edge, very outgoing, carefree and exhibitionistic displaying a vivid spectrum of behaviours that many loved, but quite a few around the agency didn’t. I’d been in the neutral camp until a couple of months ago when we were paired to work together and I go to know and like her. We worked very closely together sharing a cubbyhole as executive assistants to Thomas, a onetime lover of mine, and with who we had a threesome yesterday, which changed everything.
Sitting at a small, round table in a corner of the fairly busy bar, Denise was leaning forward so that my gaze was inevitably drawn to the gaping front of her top and swell of her large boobs above her white bra. Several times during the day my attention and gaze had been drawn to them and her bum in the tight skirt and I was acutely aware of them as we sat chatting in the pub. Just like yesterday, when I first went into the hotel bedroom she was sharing with Thomas with him wrapped in just a towel and her naked in bed, our initial chatter was quite innocuous and was mainly agency gossip until that is she asked.
“You did enjoy yesterday then Jay?”
The boldness of her question shook me for a moment before I stammered, “Er, um, yes Den yes I did, it was, well errrr good.”
“Just good?” she asked sipping her drink and remaining bent forward smiling.
“Well and unexpected and fun.”
“Keep going lovey,” she grinned.
“What do you want me to say?” I almost pleaded.
“Just how much you enjoyed it, I guess.”
“Well that’s obvious isn’t?” I replied, sort of hedging my bets.
“Yes up to a point Jayne,” she said catching where my eyes were directed at her legs, as she smiled and added, “And just what did you enjoy most?”
“Oh come on surely you don’t want me rank everything that happened and certainly not here, do you?”
“No, of course not.”
“Well then?”
“Not here that is Jay, but maybe somewhere else?”
“What do you mean, where else?”
“Well I’m only two stops on the tube love and my lady help has a lovely chicken casserole bubbling away that she just told me is ample for two.”
“Huh, what?”
Placing her hand on top of mine and squeezing it she said quietly, “Come home with me Jay and have dinner and……” she paused as we looked at each other as I wondered what was coming next and she added in a quieter voice, “You can tell me how much you enjoyed what we did?”
Finishing our drinks and agreeing not to have a second we walked the short distance to the tube station and waited for a train in silence. I couldn’t think of anything appropriate to say and Denise who usually led most conversations she was uncharacteristically quiet as well. I felt very nervous as we went into her flat, and the smell of the casserole cooking hit me, which, in a way, was sort of reassuring as, although I suspected this was probably a sexual encounter, I wasn’t sure never having been involved that way with a woman before yesterday.
“So Jay,” she started, as she looked inside the pot cooking on the stove and stirred the casserole, before going on, “It should only be a few minutes, red or white wine or something else?”
“White please.”
Handing me a very full glass she stood before where I was sitting on a six-seater couch with deep, soft cushions so that my skirt rode well up my bare, tanned from a recent holiday legs. As I saw her gaze sweeping slowly up them I got those familiar feeling I’d had with guys about to try and seduce kırşehir escort me. Our eyes met again and we held the gaze, something that had happened several times at work today and this evening, but hadn’t n before yesterday, or at least I hadn’t noticed. Denise was standing in front of me, looking down in what seemed to me to be a rather provocative pose with one leg bent at the knee in front of the other that was straight, which caused her skirt to also rise up a little way as she asked, “So luv, back to the question?”
Thinking, or at least hoping, that I sounded more confident and relaxed than my pounding heart and racing pulses told me that I was, I replied, “So what question is that Den?”
Not moving and still staring down alternately at my legs, face and chest, she smiled, “Come on Jayne you know exactly what I want to know.”
“Do I, Den, I’m not sure?”
“Want some help do you?” she asked sitting down beside me.
“Yes Den, yes I do?” I asked not at all sure where this was leading.
“I told you in the office, or was it the pub, that I wanted to know how much you enjoyed yesterday?
I was a bit perplexed by this and didn’t really know what to say, so I was relieved when her mobile phone rang and answering it she said, “Yes Edna we’re just about to sit down and eat it,” as she smiled and mouthed at me, “My cleaning lady and cook,” before saying into the phone, ” A friend from work and it’s a her not a guy, she thinks it smells absolutely delicious and she’s a cordon bleu cook as well and you’ve impressed her,” she said smiling and raising her eyebrows at me, before continuing into the phone, “Yes I’ll see you on Saturday then, bye love,” and hardly breaking her chain of words as she pressed the stop button she said to me, ” Come on Ms Cordon Blue lets have dinner and, after it, you can tell me what in particular you liked best?” She didn’t pursue that subject as we ate the casserole, which really was delicious. After the dinner and the minimal clearing up we sat side by side on the couch and she asked, “Have you enjoyed our evening so far Jayne?” as turning to look right at me the top her dress gaped and, again I saw a goodly part of both of her rather stupendous breasts. Until then, I doubt if that would have registered with me as I had no idea how strongly I could be attracted to a woman, but with her sitting beside me on the couch with the hem of her skirt almost up to panty showing level, I was hit with a surge of sexual feelings. It was not only her presence causing that, but also that we’d love, or was it had sex, yesterday afternoon in the hotel room where Thomas had taken her after her birthday lunch to fuck her just as he had me so many times during our six month or so affair.
“Yes Denise, yes I have and thanks for dinner.”
“My pleasure love, so have I, it’s been wonderful spending it with you.”
I was struggling now with so many thoughts roaring through my mind. ‘Was she pulling me? Did she need to after yesterday? Was this the come on for just the two of us? Would there be a difference without Thomas? Would I feel different to how I did in the threesome yesterday? Would I resist and even more important, should I?’ “And with you,” I gulped as she reached out and took my hand.
Looking into my eyes and leaning further forward flaunting even more of her spectacular boobs at me, purposefully or otherwise, she placed her fingertips on the back of my hand. “I mean really, really wonderful Jayne, get me?” She asked as again she held my gaze.
“Yes, I think so Denise.”
“But you aren’t sure are you?” She said her fingers rubbing the back of my hand.
“No, no I’m not,”
“I meant Jayne that you being there made it wonderful,” she said confusing me even more.
“Oh I see,” I stammered, lying as didn’t get what she meant at all as she turned my hand over and ran her fingertips very slowly around the palm.
“Do you see Jayne, do you really see?”
“I er, um Denise, oh I don’t know,” I replied genuinely confused.
“Was it wonderful for you, lovey because of me?”
“What with Thomas?” I asked reverting to his full name rather than the shortened version she used and as I’d thought of him yesterday.
“No babe, not because of him, but because of what we did Jayne, did that make it wonderful for you? It did for me. I have wanted to be with you since the day we first met.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so we sat in silence for a few moments. We were staring at her fingers that were now stroking all over my hand and fingers and were moving onto the front of my wrist, just where those veins vanish into your hand.
“Was it because of that Jayne?”
“Oh Denise,” I groaned, “I don’t know, I really just don’t know,” I went on feeling near to tears as I bowed my head and stopped looking at her.
I felt her hand on my hair. She gently ruffled it and whispered, “You have such gorgeous hair Jayne.”
“Thank you,” I mumbled.
“Have you done anything like that before Jayne?”
“No, malatya escort never.”
“Never?”
“Well a little when I was young and at uni, we all do things like that then,” I stammered.
“Yes that is true, but not since you have been a woman?”
“No, I was married, well once when I had a massage in Egypt.”
“I know, but that doesn’t matter.”
“Oh it did, Denise, it mattered very much.”
“How do you mean?”
“I was totally faithful to Kevin until the last few months and certainly with women,” I went on now completely and utterly confused as Denise’s hand slid up my arm and caressed it by my elbow whilst her other one was stroking the back of my head, rubbing my neck and running her fingers through my blonde, rather dishevelled hair. It was clear that with these intimate gestures she was trying to seduce me, just as she had yesterday after Tom had fucked me and was in the bathroom. As I struggled desperately to work out what I wanted to do, those thoughts were flying around my mind, just as they had since I had left the hotel with my damp knickers in my handbag. But somehow, I just couldn’t justify the difference between doing it with Tom there and us two having sex alone.
“Darling,” she whispered. “It has nothing to do with being married or not, it’s all to do with how and what you feel.”
“What do you mean?”
As she said that I realised that the fingers stroking my arm were so close to my breast and the memory of the feelings I had yesterday when she’d been all over them with both her hands and mouth filled my mind and seeped into my body.
“I mean Jayne, you had feelings when I held you and when I touched you didn’t you?”
“Yes I did.”
“And when I caressed you, you had them didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And when I touched your boobs you got them, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Denise yes of course I did.”
“And lovey you have got them right now haven’t you?”
“Yes, I have,” I muttered.
“And if I do this Jayne, you get them even more don’t you?” She asked holding my head and turning it towards her so that our faces were almost touching, her eyes were boring into mine and her mouth was slightly open as she licked her tongue along her upper lip. I knew that she wanted to kiss me. I knew that she was in a way asking my permission to do that and I knew that the ball was now in my court, but what I didn’t know was what I wanted her to do, so I did nothing. She saw, and seemed to understand, my dilemma and I assumed that she may have been in a similar position herself at some time in the past when she had to confront her sexuality and challenge and maybe break the status quo. Then I felt her hand pulling on the back of my neck and moving my face closer to hers, “And Jayne,” she said in a near whisper, “You would get them very much if I kissed you wouldn’t you?”
In the cold light of day, with hardly any booze influencing us and no male present to in a way legitimise what she, or was it we, were doing, the enormity of it all hit me and I gasped, “Oh my God,” as without further ado her face closed the gap between us and she brushed her lips gently along mine. She hovered them there for a moment or two, neither kissing me, nor removing them, but just with our lips touching. I took this to be a sign of her consideration and a way of seeking my approval before she proceeded. Tacitly giving that by not moving away, my whole being revelled in the sensation as her lips closed on mine and she kissed me. Although we’d kissed several times yesterday, I hadn’t noticed then just how similar some aspects of kissing a woman was to kissing with a man, whilst in other ways it was so different
“Okay babe?” Denise whispered her mouth moving slightly away from mine.
“Yes Den,” I whispered back, my left arm seemingly naturally going around her neck as I asked myself, ‘Was this the final sign of my acquiescence to her advances?’ as she kissed me again. This time it was a deeper and fuller kiss, if that is not a meaningless description, but it is how it felt. The overriding sensations I got, though, were of gentleness, consideration, caring and sensitivity. With a man, a kiss often portrays energy and strength, force and drive. It is the preamble to the man penetrating and in some ways invading the woman’s body and entering her before fucking her. A woman’s kiss to another woman does not act as a forerunner to penetrative sex, but as foreplay to a deeper, caring and loving form of intercourse.
As our tongues and lips sucked and licked each other, our mouths seemed to dance together as, without even realising it I had, of course, started kissing her back and I was enjoying what she was doing or, more accurately, what we were doing. Even more significantly, I realised that I didn’t want to stop and, in fact, I wanted more. I slid my other arm around her neck so both were around her shoulders. With her left arm around me, her right hand resting on my hip, our mouths clamped together and my eyes shut, I felt her hand gently, almost enquiringly niğde escort cupping my breast and gently fondling it. It felt lovely, so normal yet rather adventurous and, I recognised immediately, absolutely perfect for the situation.
“Okay Jayne,” she whispered kneading and squeezing the ample excess of my left breast as her fingers fumbled their way inside my blouse, whilst she asked, “So yesterday didn’t put you off girls then?”
“No, not at all.”
“Were you interested in them before then?”
“I um, er, er I just don’t know Den.”
“And what about me, were you attracted towards me?”
“What, when, yesterday?”
“Yes or before or now?”
“Of course I am, I wouldn’t be here otherwise would I?”
“I don’t know, do I?” she asked still cupping my breast with her face so close to mine I could feel her breath on my cheeks.
“Nor do I luv, I mean who was it you fancied most Tom or me?”
“When do you mean?”
“Well before, during and after and now even?”
“Oh shit Den, I don’t know when you put it like that, all I know is I’m here now, he isn’t and you’re holding my boob, so it must be you mustn’t it?”
“No Jayne not at all, you might say that to all the girls,” she smiled taking her hands from me and resting one of them on the buckle of her pleated, leather belt she was wearing around her dress and the other on the top my leg by the hem of my skirt adding with a smile, “Or guys of course…………..like Tom for instance.”
Sipping my drink, I looked up at her and said as calmly as I could. “What do you mean then, like Tom?” as I saw slight smile came onto her face as she probably thought she’d got me, which she may well have done, “Well you had fucked him before yesterday, hadn’t you?”
I didn’t know how to respond as it was quite possible that he’d told her we’d had an affair, so I just looked at her and didn’t respond as she continued, “And you certainly got off with him yesterday as that really was some climax he gave you wasn’t it?” Again I didn’t reply and she went on, “Yes luv that was a big one, you did enjoy it didn’t you?”
This time I thought a reply was in order and required so I said softly, “Yes Den I did and yes it was strong.”
“And did me being there help at all?”
“What do you mean?”
She didn’t say anything for a moment or two and then whispered, “This,” as she went on undoing her belt, her eyes not leaving mine for a second as she just stood there looking at me.
“I see,” I croaked as I saw the belt come undone and her fingers go to the zip at the side her dress that she slowly slid down and looking at me said.
“Do you Jayne, do you really understand?”
“Yes Den, yes I think I do,” I stammered as she slid her zip down a little way.
“And are you comfortable with it?”
“Yes, well I think I am,” I gulped as she pulled the zip all the way down so that the top of her dress gaped away from her.
“And have you er done anything like this before, other than yesterday?” she asked putting her drink down and looking right into my eyes. Then she did what was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen in real life. She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms exposing her full boobs in a pretty, pale yellow, lacy bra, which looked lovely.
“A little,” I replied, adding as an afterthought, “And yesterday Den.”
“And you’re up for more are you, like yesterday?” she asked.
Although I’d been thinking of hardly anything else since then, now it was right here confronting me and staring me in the face I had doubts. Yesterday could, just about, be put down to being a one-off sexual adventure brought about by the circumstances of her birthday lunch, Thomas being our boss, too much wine and both of us fancying him strongly. It could be explained as being the sort of thing that happens between three middle-aged, sexually active people with strong mutual attractions. Okay, she and I had sex, but it hadn’t gone too far and the man had been there all the time, so it wasn’t completely a same gender, or deviant experience as some might consider it to be.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then Jayne, perhaps you should undress too.”
‘Oh fuck’ I thought. ‘This really is getting serious. I was so scared, but also so excited. Part of me wanted to stop, but another part wanted to go further. It was hammering round my brain that this really was a true bi, well maybe even a lesbian experience and, of course, that amazing time in the hotel yesterday and the massage in Egypt came into my mind. However, this wasn’t a drunken threesome with my boss and a friend nor a sordid experience when being massaged, but a genuine pick up and seduction. I was being invited to go with a woman one on one for the first time. I was alone in a room with her, she was undressing and was asking me to do the same and amazingly I wanted to, but I still had no idea what we would do. Indeed, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to happen or how far I was prepared to go. I didn’t think I was up to being fucked or fucking her, whatever that is in the sapphic world.
“Well Jayne,” Den said softly holding her hand out to me. I took it and she pulled me up. We were standing close looking at each other. Den raised her eyebrows and smiled. With very fumbling fingers I started undoing the buttons on my blouse.
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