The First Time In A Long Time

There were so many sensations it was hard to think. Haley kissed my throat gently, open mouthed, tongue massaging pulse points endlessly. At the same time, her hands expertly squeezed my aching breasts with just the right pressure. Her fingertips would dance over my nipples and pinch them lightly, causing me to shiver. And her thigh was pressed between my legs. With almost embarrassment, I realized that I had been grinding into it. My self consciousness melted because, in fact, our legs were intertwined and she was riding mine the same way. She was also moaning, and her nipples were hard under my hands. She wanted me just as much; I could feel the slick heat of her arousal through her little blue hip hugger panties, and I suddenly needed to be touching her there. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and dragged them down- she groaned against my throat as my fingers brushed over her belly, her thighs.

"Lie down?" I suggested breathlessly. I thought her knees or mine might buckle soon. We moved together to the couch, removing final clothing items, and sank down. I resumed petting her belly, her hips and thighs. In just a few seconds Haley was whimpering and wiggling to try to meet my fingers. I brushed them lightly over her swollen labia, up the glistening seam between them, pressed a little harder near the top and she gasped and bucked against me.

"Right there," she breathed. I kissed her and pressed my fingers in gentle circles over the same spot, not going inside to find her clit just yet. If mine was often too sensitive for direct contact at first, I thought she might feel the same. When I noticed she was trying to angle for more contact with my fingers, i moved away just a little bit and explored her entrance.

"You're so wet!" I praised her. She moaned, widened her legs, and pressed up into me.

"What do you need, honey?" She laughed and muttered a curse word before answering.

"I need your fingers... inside." I kissed her, both of us blushing wildly, and moaned into her mouth. I dipped two fingers inside her, gasping at the feeling of the ridges and suction, and swirled my thumb over her throbbing clit.

"Like that?" I breathed. She nodded vigorously and moaned. Satisfaction at pleasing her surged through me. Not having done this to another person in over 20 years, I just used the moves on her that I had liked when my husband and I made love. I felt a pang of guilt and grief for him, but it was washed away quickly. He would want me to move on. To feel the love that was pouring out of Haley as she sighed and writhed under me. And if he were here, he would probably want to watch. The thought made me smile and brought me back into the moment. I wanted suddenly to taste her. "Haley?" I whispered.

"Yes, Shannon?" I was suddenly nervous and shy.

"Can I... that is, um, do you like... can I go down on you?" that was apparently the right question, as new wetness flooded over my fingers inside of her. She half moaned, half laughed as she said, "yes, please."

I kissed a trail from her mouth, down her neck, over her collarbone, pausing for a considerable time at her breasts, suckling each until she urged "harder!" and groaned in pleasure as I bit them lightly. I moved south over her soft stomach, kissed and nuzzeled the downy, tickling hair on her mons.

I licked her clit experimentally, again not really sure what I was doing. She gasped and shivered. I repeated the motion and was rewarded with her reaction again. She tasted intoxicating, salty, slightly sweet, a little spicy. I continued licking her firmly, until she moaned, "can you suck it?" I eagerly obliged, and she bucked off of the sofa against my mouth. I increased the suction and slipped my fingers back inside her. Within a minute or so, her fingers wound into my hair and Haley was crying my name and a string of absolutely filthy profanity, coming into my mouth. It was literally the hottest thing that had ever happened to me.

I retraced the kisses of my exploration, unsure of what would happen next. Haley impatiently pulled me up to kiss her, slipping out from under me to pin me down on the sofa. "My turn," she purred, eyes glowing with pleasure and love.