Physical therapy with Sylvia

When I was a teenager I was good at soccer and played at a decent level as a striker for the girls' school team. When I got to college, I made it into the university girls' college team, but I overstretched myself in the tryouts and ended up injuring my back as well as pulling a muscle in my groin. The good news is I got picked for the team, but I was told to see a sports physical therapist so I could deal with my injuries before the season started in earnest. I was only 19, but already my body was showing signs of stress from my vigorous high school athletics.

The coach recommended a female sports therapist who worked a lot with students from my college. Sylvia Jewel was a good- looking woman with a slim, androgynous body. She wore her blonde hair short in a sort of Scandinavian way, and she always looked lithe and elegant in her stylish white athletic outfits. At first I was intimidated by her, but she put me at my ease by smiling in a friendly way and complimenting my physique.

"You look really fit," she said, looking me up and down. "What a great athletic figure. What's the problem?" As I explained, she sat opposite me on the sofa and, after I explained about my injury, she had me undress down to my bra and panties, and she examined me closely. Her hands were warm and experienced as she checked out my torso, hips and legs. She also touched my ass which was a surprise, and perhaps should have been a hint that something was unusual about her treatment methods.

"You surely don't wear that pretty lingerie while you're playing soccer, do you?" She enquired, and I blushed at the thought of how I must look to this highly professional woman in my pink bra and panties. Of course I should have worn my sports undies. It must have looked as if I was on a slutty date.

"You have a great body." She said, looking critically at the alignment of my arms and spine. And such nice, big breasts," she continued casually, manipulating my quad muscles quite hard as I stood in front of her, "So you should wear a proper bra that supports them."

"Yes, I've got one." I said. I could feel myself blushing at her personal comments, but she just smiled as if she found me charming.

"Next time you come, wear your sports bra so I can see how it holds you." She said. "Do you experience back pain? That can happen with large breasts."

I like the way my body looks, and I was very happy she noticed my boobs. And yes they are quite big. In fact I'm very proud of how full and firm they are. My Christian upbringing means I'm not vain but I think they compare well with any movie star's.

"Let's get a closer look at you." She said. "Take off your bra and lie down."

I obediently unhooked my bra and lay on my back on her massage table while she pulled, pushed and stretched my body. It wasn't used to being topless with a stranger like this, but it felt liberating, although her compliments were strangely inappropriate.

"Such a gorgeous body." she said, pressing one shoulder into the table to stretch my spine. It hurt, but in a good way. Her comment made me feel proud of myself, and I smiled inwardly with satisfaction.

"... and such beautiful breasts. You're very fit. Shouldn't have any trouble bouncing back from this injury, but I do want to make sure you don't put too much strain on your neck and shoulders with those boobs, which are still nice and firm, but big for an athlete."

I liked that she was complimenting me and I could almost feel my chest swelling in pride. She was, after all, a physical therapist who was used to the bodies of female athletes, so it made me proud to be compared so favorably with her other female patients. She turned me over and pulled my leg backwards, pressing her hand into my buttock as she did so. I had never been naked in front of anyone in quite this way before. But, looking back, I'm amazed that it felt so normal and so comfortable to be naked with her, even at the first visit. Also it felt fantastic to be stretched like that.

She pressed hard on my ass and pulled my leg back to stretch the quad muscle, then had me roll over to do the other leg.

"Your groin injury is here?" She queried, touching me low down on my abdomen with her fingers at the waistband of my panties. I was glad her hands were warm and gentle.

"No, it hurts here." I said, showing her the spot high up on my inner thigh, "And it spreads downwards and upward from there." She had me sit up to tense my abs, and I winced slightly in pain.

"Do you have pain in your hip and glutes?" She asked.

"Yes." I said.

She worked me hard for about half an hour, until my body was aching with the released tension. Then she said, "That was probably hard on your muscles. But now I will give you a deep tissue massage to relax you, and it will feel really good. Is that OK?"

It sounded great and I eagerly agreed.

"Roll over." She instructed, and I did so. "Let's take a look. Is it OK if I take your panties off? I can't work your hips and glutes with these little lacy things getting in the way. And I don't want to get oil all over them"

"No. that's OK." I said.

She then surprised me by unhesitatingly pulling my panties all the way down and taking them completely off. I felt silly being shocked at her boldness. After all, she was a professional. But I could feel myself reddening with embarrassment at my nudity. I was lying on my front and I felt very exposed lying there with my bottom bared. Once again, she showed no discomfort whatsoever, and her professional attitude helped me to relax.

She reached for a triangular foam bar from her bench and had me lift up so she could slide it under my hips. This had the awkward effect of thrusting my bare bottom upwards. It felt as if my cheeks were opened up in this position, and I was conscious that my private parts were completely exposed to her gaze. But obviously she was a medical therapist who knew what she was doing, so I tried not to dwell on the strange intimacy of my indecent state. From her bench, she took a white towel which she carefully folded -- way too slowly. Hurry up and cover me I thought. Then she placed the dry, warm cotton over my naked behind. It was pleasant, but still I felt very naked as I lay there waiting for her to touch me. I could smell the fragrance of the oil she used to lubricate her hands.

She started firmly massaging my spine, beginning at my shoulder blades and pressing my vertebrae as she worked her way down my bare back to where the white towel covered my modesty. It felt incredible. She stopped to apply more oil, then started at my neck again, making me grunt as she pressed down firmly, compressing my lungs so I breathed out as she did so. She was very strong. It felt good to be manipulated so expertly. She was working all the kinks out of my spine.

"Let's get started on your glutes," she said.

"Mmm-mm." I responded as I felt her hands moving down my hips and underneath the towel to grip and press my buttocks hard. It was painful at first, but she knew what she was doing. The towel must have slipped by itself onto the floor, because I was soon conscious of being completely nude under her professional touch and at the mercy of her expert massage technique. Her hands were moving freely over my bottom, and it felt fantastic. She poured plenty of massage oil on my skin, so it trickled down into my butt crack, then her incredible hands worked their way mercilessly down my back muscles and glutes, her strong thumbs pressing into my bare ass cheeks and down my sore thighs, manipulating my hamstrings until they glowed with all the attention. A delicious tingling was spreading through me and I was ashamed to realize I was starting to feel aroused.

"You really do have a beautiful behind..." She said quietly, almost to herself, as she slid her flat hands slid up over my bare cheeks, massaging them fully. Her fingers unashamedly dipped in between the cheeks of my bottom. "A lovely ass in fact."

Her fingers delved deeply into my gluteus muscles, then she vigorously smoothed oil over my ass cheeks before repeating the deep massage technique. She even worked her fingers into the hot, intimate depths between my buttocks, making me gasp.

I was very relaxed as she worked my body, but her comment about my ass lingered in my head and seemed a bit out of place. It was too intimate for a physical therapist, and I was uncomfortable at the personal comment, even though I very much liked being complimented by her. I loved that she had been so positive about my physique, and I reveled in the pride of being naked and admired by her.

But I was also horrified at the thought that maybe the team therapist was a lesbian. There I was, lying completely naked and at the mercy of a woman who might have lesbian desires for me. But then I relaxed again under the touch of her warm hands -- alternating between gentle and firm -- which put me at my ease. I started to doze off, enjoying the feel of her wonderful, gentle hands caressing my back, thighs and buttocks.

"Roll over onto your back and let's have a go at that groin muscle." She said suddenly, waking me up out of my pleasure-induced slumber. I did as she instructed, and she moved the foam support down to the back of my knees. I had forgotten about my nakedness, but was reminded of it when she gently but insistently put my legs where she wanted them and arranged my arms by my sides. I was very aware of being completely naked for her now, and looked at her as her gaze raked my nudity. She smiled at me.

"Beautiful breasts," she said, with a warm smile. I felt nervous. I was happy that she was admiring my boobs. But the idea of being touched another woman who might be a lesbian felt wrong. Very wrong. I'm a devout Christian and I know that gay people are bad, and any homosexual thoughts are sinful. Once again she took her time as she folded a warm, dry towel to place over my loins, but not before she had plenty of time to look at my exposed sex. I was conscious of my breasts being naked as she worked on my legs. My face was flushed and I was breathing hard, but I tried to think about my soccer moves to take my mind off how sinful it was that I was experiencing pleasure from her ministrations. She liberally oiled my upper thighs and diligently worked my quads and hip flexors. Her fingers were very close to my pussy but when I looked at her, she kept her gaze professional. I could feel my nipples hardening. I was sorry when the end of the session came.

"You will feel tired after the deep tissue massage." She told me as I dressed to leave. She was sitting on the sofa watching me and I was embarrassed that her lacy panties were visible under her tight white skirt. She looked relaxed with her legs slightly parted, but from the start with Sylvia, things that would be embarrassing elsewhere seemed normal. She didn't seem at all self-conscious about her pretty white panties being on view to her new patient.

Afterwards, my body felt amazing, and I went back to my dorm tingling all over. I felt so sleepy and sexy. My room-mate was out, and I was completely exhausted. Sylvia had predicted that the session would make me tired and she was right. But she didn't tell me it would also leave me feeling extremely aroused sexually. I dragged myself into bed and lay on my front. My body tingled because I was so turned on. I started to touch myself, sliding my fingers up between my legs. I couldn't believe how wet I was and how much I wanted to masturbate. I know masturbation is a sin, but I couldn't help myself. Feeling very guilty but very excited, I pleasured myself quietly, amazed at the responsiveness of my body, then I fell into a deep sleep after a delicious orgasm.

The next day I woke up feeling great, but I resolved not to go back to Sylvia Jewel. I was very uncomfortable with the intimate comments she had made about my body, and was horrified at the thought that she might be a lesbian. I asked Laci, one of the other girls who had been to see Sylvia, what she thought. "Hey, do you think she's a lesbian?"

"A lesbian? No. She's a sports coach -- she's supposed to touch your body. Why ever would you think that?" She replied. But in the back of my mind, I had a feeling Laci was wrong. I hadn't had any encounters with a lesbian that I knew of before, but the very thought filled me with dread and shame. From my church I knew that lesbians were dirty, sinful women who must be shunned.

However, there was no denying that Sylvia knew her trade. The next day my groin felt much better and my back was completely fixed. I went to practice and couldn't believe how supple and energetic I felt. I ran hard and fast and scored six goals in practice, against our best goalie. Sylvia was a miracle worker, although I could still feel the muscles in my groin and hamstrings complaining again after the heavy exercise. Wanting some more of her magic, I decided not to tell my team-mates about my reservations about Ms. Jewel, and I duly kept my appointment with her two days later.

As before, she made me feel completely at home as soon as I walked into her therapy room. It smelled pleasantly of fragrant oils and warm towels. She was wearing tight black athletic pants and a zip-up top that displayed her cleavage. I couldn't help but admire her body. I noticed again what a strong, slender figure she had -- the body of an athlete who took care of herself. I wanted to be like that when I was her age, although my body was much curvier than hers. I knew she expected me to undress, so hesitantly I took off my clothes. I felt OK about it, since she had seen my bare boobs already, so I stripped all the way down to my panties with only a slight hesitation and stood topless in front of her as she appraised me. I had worn my best pink sports bra, and she made me put it back on so she could examine the way it fitted.

She watched closely as I pulled it down and tucked my breasts inside, one at a time. My nipples swelled and got stiff under her gaze, which made me redden with embarrassment.

"You have beautiful big, breasts," she said. "So you must look after them. It's very important that this fits you and holds you well," she said, helping to fit it, then she stepped behind me and cupped my boobs from behind in her confident, strong hands. Again, I found myself responding positively to her compliments, pleased that she liked my body. But I instinctively flinched when she held my boobs in her hands.

"Don't be alarmed, I'm just feeling for the way they support the weight of your breasts," she said, holding them in both hands and pushing them up. I told myself that I should let her touch me freely because she's a sports therapist, but I had the sudden queasy feeling again that she might be a lesbian. The thought made me very uncomfortable but at the same time I couldn't deny the intriguing curiosity it aroused in me.

"Yes, this is good, it's a good bra. Do you see how it fits you here?" She came round to the front and slid her hands under my armpits. It felt somehow very naughty, even though it was a legitimate procedure.

"Now slip off your top again and get up on the table," she said.

My nervousness at her inappropriate intimacy dissipated immediately when she fixed me with her big blue eyes and her warm smile. Her Scandinavian looks made me think her eyes were the color of an iceberg, although I'd never seen one. She was beautiful, I had to admit. The way she looked at me made my body respond with a warm tingly buzz which I liked. I was allowing her to see my bare breasts with more confidence this time. I lay on my back and she worked my muscles perfectly. At one point she had my leg in her strong hands with her elbow pressed hard up against the crotch of my panties. It felt strange but I couldn't seem to break the spell to say anything.

As before, once she had finished the physical therapy, she asked if I wanted a massage. Guiltily I admitted that I did. Very much. Like last time, she took my panties off and I lay down for her in the nude. I watched as she liberally oiled her hands and then my body.

"Such nice breasts." She murmured as her hands freely roamed over my body. I loved how she made me feel beautiful, and the way she continually complimented my body. Perhaps because of this, I didn't object when her hands slid up my torso to cup my boobs. It felt intimate but at the same time it was very pleasant. I was enjoying her touch far too much, even though I knew I shouldn't.

I realized that she had subtly changed from physical therapist to masseuse, and she was very, very good at it. Now, as she massaged my front, she slid her hands all the way up to cup my breasts and massage them fully in both hands. It felt amazing. I couldn't admit it to myself then, but she got me extremely turned on and I loved it, even though I was embarrassed that I was getting wet between my legs. She made me feel so good and so sexy. I had never felt like that before. Sylvia had a way about her that made me feel proud of my body, and somehow being naked in front of her was a guilty pleasure rather than a sin, and I suppressed the shame I felt at my surging feelings. I could hardly wait to go home afterwards and fall into bed -- still smelling of the massage oils -- to pleasure myself to orgasm and fall into a dreamy, sexy sleep.

I went to see Sylvia every week -- sometimes more than once a week -- throughout the soccer season. She helped me work with my insurance to minimize the cost. She always remained very professional, but she gradually took more and more liberties with my body, and I'm ashamed to say I let her, never once questioning the increasing intimacy between us. I looked forward to the sessions so much. I was getting drawn into the sinful pleasures she gave me and couldn't stop. I enjoyed it far too much. On each occasion I could hardly wait for the second half of the session -- after the sports therapy -- when she massaged my naked body thoroughly with warm oil.

I knew by now of course that she must be a lesbian but I somehow justified to myself that her professional attention was necessary to my athletic success, and put it out of my mind. She was a skillful therapist, and couldn't help it if she was attracted to athletic young girls like me, I told myself. I liked the feeling of being pretty and I loved how my body looked now that I was through with puberty. I had sexy curves now, and it felt nice to undress in front of her and let her see me in the nude. I enjoyed her compliments. I have to confess that I basked in her admiration. And it secretly turned me on.

So I kept seeing Sylvia even as the intimacy increased, until on one occasion, after several weeks of therapy, I became so sexually aroused I had an orgasm right on the table.

Her hands were massaging dangerously close to my sex, but, instead of complaining, I closed my eyes and parted my legs, sighing deeply at the incredible magic she was doing to me. The low simmering heat in my core that I always felt with Sylvia was transmitting itself directly to my tingling pussy, which was becoming hot and slick. Nobody had ever touched me like this before. She stood at my feet, in between my parted legs, with her palms on the front of my hips, massaging very low down on my bikini line, while her thumbs slipped down into the oiled valleys each side of my vulva. She caressed me there intimately but so beautifully, repeatedly stroking up and down the lips of my vagina until I thought I would go crazy with the incredible sensations that were building. I could hardly breathe but I didn't want her to stop so I didn't dare move. She was somehow feathering her fingertips over my clitoris. Suddenly I had that amazing feeling I get when I masturbate. The delicious, pleasurable sensation of sexual arousal grew and grew until I thought something would burst. I could hardly stand it. I started to pant and I knew I was going to come. I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. Nothing prepared me for the intensity of what she was doing to me, and the amazing way the feeling mounted, building more and more until I cried out in uncontrolled passion. My whole body flexed involuntarily, and I could feel my pussy pulsing again and again, as the intense orgasm overtook me. It was no good pretending she hadn't noticed. When I opened my eyes she was looking at me with a big, warm smile.

"That's good!" She said in a congratulatory way. "So good for you and for your sexual health. Your lovely young body is just responding naturally to the stimulation I am giving you, so don't be afraid. That was beautiful. Did it feel good?"

"Oh yes." I admitted, trembling a little as my heart rate started to come down after the incredible orgasm I had just experienced. I could feel perspiration down my spine and between my breasts. My own masturbation didn't even come close to giving me such intense pleasure. It had been amazing. Afterwards, I stood up shakily and looked at my naked, perspiring body in the mirror, wondering what had just happened to me. Sylvia came up behind me and held me while I regained my normal breathing. I liked the way she looked at me, and I realized I was very much enjoying being nude in front of her.

"Don't worry. That was nice. You look very lovely when you have an orgasm." She caressed my belly, sliding her fingers down dangerously close to my pubic area again. Even though I knew it was wrong, I decided that I didn't object to this new level of intimacy with her. She was kind and gentle and made me feel so beautiful and so incredibly sexual. It was like an awakening in my young, nubile body, and I couldn't help lapping it up and craving more.

"But from now on I think we need to move your sessions to my home office instead of here. It will be a bit more convenient for us both anyway, and you will be able to shower afterwards."

I knew I was getting special treatment and I liked the idea. I closed my eyes as her hands briefly cupped my bare breasts, then I tore myself away and put my clothes back on. I had to get out of that sinful place.

The soccer season had finished, but I went to her house anyway two days later without telling anyone where I was going. It was walking distance from the university campus. I felt nervous about what I was letting myself in for, but the background arousal deep in my belly was too strong to ignore.

The routine was very similar at first. I undressed completely as she asked, while she remained fully clothed. But it was no longer just professional between us. I felt sexy and desirable being naked in front of her and I loved knowing that it probably excited her as much as it did me. She watched me intently as I faced her and undid my bra, dropping it to the floor. I caught her inhaling sharply at the sight of my large, bare breasts falling unrestrained onto my chest. Then I bent to slip off my panties, conscious of her eyes devouring my ass and the sway of my boobs. While knowing that lesbianism is wrong, it nevertheless intrigued me. I was fascinated by the idea that she was attracted to girls, and I liked the idea that I could tease and excite her a little bit by showing off my boobs and letting her touch my bare bottom.

She lived alone, so it was completely quiet in her comfortable little studio as she caressed my nude body all over. I tried not to dwell on the guilt I felt at allowing another woman to touch me intimately and make me come, but my God I loved it.

The sessions at her house became increasingly sexual, and I started to crave her touch more and more. I longed to go over there every day, and my pussy would start to drip in my panties at the thought of her warm hands exciting me, and her gentle voice describing how beautiful my body was. She kept up a running commentary with soothing phrases that lulled me into a soporific, sexy trance.

"Such beautiful breasts". She would say as her hands dwelled on my boobs, teasing my erect nipples. "Such a pretty girl. Lovely, strong thighs. Roll over and let me massage your beautiful, round ass."

Now that we were in her private home, she brought me to a climax more slowly and deliberately, and I adored it. She touched me lingeringly, though much more boldly at these private sessions, building my arousal with wonderful skill. I loved how good she was at controlling my sexual feelings by gradually caressing my back and my ass at first, then turning me over to massage my breasts and nipples before she progressed to attend to my thighs and to dip in between them. By the time she touched me there I was dripping. I craved the release of tension when her fingers finally found my pussy. It was such a heavenly release when she finally stopped teasing me and touched my sex properly, sometimes from behind, which felt very dirty.

"Such a pretty pussy," she breathed in my ear. Hearing the forbidden word "pussy" coming from her lips was exciting. I desired her clever fingers and wanted them inside me. I wasn't disappointed. It was an incredible thrill the first time she did it - the slippery feeling of her fingers when they finally delved into my hot little cunt while she skillfully manipulated my clit with her thumb. That first time I cried out in surprise and uncontrollable ecstasy, and orgasmed wetly around her deeply inserted fingers. I absolutely adored what she did to me.

Things started to progress quickly after that, even though we both knew what we were doing was wrong.

On only the second visit to her house, she kissed me. First she gave me one of her extra special massages, telling me how beautiful my body was, and I'm happy to say she made me come on her massage table again. After I got dressed we sat together and chatted for a while, and we arranged that I would come and see her in two days' time, after my last lecture.

"It was such a delight to watch you have an orgasm today." she said after a pause, and I blushed deeply. We sat silently for a minute, and then she said "You're a very beautiful young girl." And she leant over and kissed me on the mouth.

At first it was very awkward because I didn't want to kiss her. It made me feel dirty to be kissing a woman. When Sylvia's tongue slithered into my mouth, I didn't want to offend her so I parted my lips and let her kiss me. It felt so wrong. I know I had been expecting this because I thought if she was attracted to girls, surely she would want to make out with me. And indeed she did.

But it wasn't unpleasant at all. In fact her feminine lips were soft and gentle against mine, and I accepted her warm tongue willingly into my mouth. I'd only kissed one boy before and this was a lot nicer. To my surprise, kissing a beautiful woman quickly grew on me. It felt so delicious to have my lips on hers. It was hard to resist her. She cupped one breast through my top and I suppose we sat together kissing for quite a while that first time. I learned to part my lips and press my open mouth against hers, and I actually started to enjoy it. An incredible warmth started to smolder between my legs as we mashed our mouths together. I had to admit it felt nice. I was kind of disappointed when she pulled away and said, "That's enough for now. You make my head spin and risk getting me into far too much trouble, young lady!"

I left her house with a different feeling that day. First, I was incredibly excited. Kissing a woman had been an amazing experience even though it went against all my Christian teaching. The truth is I had really enjoyed the intimacy of her gentle, loving kiss. But at the same time I felt so dirty having indulged in a lesbian kiss. It felt good but I knew I shouldn't have done it, and I mustn't let it happen again, even though I wanted to more than anything.

The other thing was that her confession made me think about things from her position. I guessed that Sylvia was starting to fall for me and that she had trouble controlling her sexual urges when she was with me. It was dangerous, but I liked it a lot. It made me feel sexy and powerful. She was a grown woman but she liked me in that way and I knew she was struggling to control her own desires when I undressed in front of her. I was aware I had power over her which felt very good, since I had virtually no power in my everyday life. The boys who came onto me at university were rough and vulgar, and they expected to force themselves on me, so I was always pushing them away. By contrast, coming to see Sylvia was a unique and wonderful experience, and it got better each time.

I thought about her a lot during the short time before my next visit. That day I decided I had to stop going to see Sylvia. I needed to tell her that it was getting out of control, and I was definitely not a lesbian. I knew I shouldn't let her touch me the way she did, and I resolved I would most definitely not make out with her again. Sex was wrong, especially between two women. My feelings were mixed though because, at the same time, I loved the way she made me feel so desirable and pretty. I loved how she complimented my body, and I loved the way it responded when she touched me. I was torn because I really didn't want to give up seeing her. It was confusing.

That night I went to bed with an erotic, tingly feeling between my legs. I quietly rolled onto my front so my room-mate wouldn't know what I was doing, and put my hand under my nightie to touch myself. For the first time I dreamed of sex with another girl while I masturbated. I allowed myself the luxury of delicious erotic fantasies of kissing a beautiful, nude girl. It was Sylvia. I kissed her nipples and slid my fingers into her pussy while I kissed her deeply on the mouth, and I cried out as my orgasm overtook me. My hot pussy pulsed around my fingers which were buried deep in my needy wetness.

So I had resolved to tell Sylvia that we would no longer see each other, but at the next visit, I found myself mute and unable to tell her what I wanted to say. Part of the problem was the way she kissed me as soon as I arrived. When I came to her house, she closed the door behind me and embraced me. Then without saying a word, she put her hand behind my head and guided me into a deep, passionate kiss. It was even hotter than the first time. When her lips touched mine, I immediately felt an exciting thrill surge through my body like an electric current. As her skillful tongue probed between my lips, I found myself responding by opening my mouth for her. We slithered into an extremely sexual French kiss, and I felt a stab of electricity ignite deep in my womanhood. My pussy started to glow as her mouth explored mine and I knew I was wetting my panties with desire. Jesus, it was amazing how sexually aroused I became when she kissed me, and how quickly she had turned me from a reluctant student into a panting, slutty girl-lover.

All my resolve melted away with that first hot, sexy kiss. Now I couldn't wait for her to touch my nude body. I decided we could talk later about me not coming here any more. In the meantime, I succumbed to my desires and relaxed in her arms. Such a lovely kiss... Would it be so bad if I... mmm, yes,... just let her have her way with me? Maybe just once, then we could... mmmm ohhh, yesss... Her kiss was turning me to melted butter.

She kept kissing me sensually while she helped me to undress. I helped her take my panties off and eagerly climbed onto her massage table in the nude, feeling very excited, knowing that Sylvia would soon be touching my dripping pussy. She was wearing a lacy blouse with no bra that day, so her breasts were very visible as she massaged me, and I found myself looking at them a lot and thinking how perfect they were. She was a beautiful woman, and I enjoyed seeing her dark nipples moving under her white top while she massaged me and caressed my bare breasts.

She slowly and gradually built up the sexual arousal in my body. First with a deep tissue massage on my bare bottom, teasing me with subtle caresses which "accidentally" brushed against the exposed lips of my pussy. Then she rolled me over, and touched me everywhere, making my whole body tingle with anticipation. To my consternation, unlike previous visits, she bent to kiss me on the mouth while her fingertips started making pleasurable circles round my pussy. As before, my reluctance quickly evaporated and I kissed her back with a moan of frustration as she teased my clitoris, then I released a long sigh of satisfied desire when she finally slid her deliciously naughty fingers over my swollen pussy lips and pushed them inside, quickly making me come, this time with her mouth pressed firmly on mine in a deep, erotic kiss. Oh my god, it was such a wicked lesbian kiss, and I was loving it, just like in my fantasy in bed the previous night.

What was happening? Afterwards, I dressed while she watched me lustfully, and I left her house trembling with confusion, arousal and desire. That night I masturbated again but afterwards resolved firmly to go and speak to her as soon as possible.

The next night I went to a student party and had a couple of drinks. My friend Laci gave me a few puffs on a joint, and I decided to go over to Sylvia's house right then, while my courage was up, and tell her this could not go on.

It was after 10pm when I rang her bell, and Sylvia came to the door in a bathrobe. She was surprised to see me, and I wasn't sure if she was pleased or not. She looked over my shoulder at the dark driveway behind me to see if anyone had seen me before saying "Come in."

I started to explain how we had to end it, but she interrupted, saying, "Come into the kitchen, sweetheart, I was just having a glass of wine."

As she picked up her glass and sloshed some more red wine into it from the bottle on the counter top, I realized she was a little drunk. She turned to face me, handing me a glass of wine, and I saw that her robe was open, and I was treated to my first glimpse of her strong torso and her furry pussy. It was so neat and very pretty, and I couldn't help staring between her thighs. I wasn't expecting this, and it took me off guard. The pubic hair seemed very sexy -- forbidden and desirable.

"I bought you a present," she said, drinking from her wine as she watched my eyes locking onto her pussy. Come this way." She set off for the bedroom, her robe flowing like a cloak behind her.

"Sit on the bed," she said, while she retrieved something from her drawer. I did so, still wondering how I could have this conversation, but, when she turned to face me, I found myself mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful nude body beneath her open robe. She was a gorgeous woman, I realized, and it was very impressive to see her semi-naked for the first time. The deep cleavage between her full, natural breasts, her muscled abs and the enticing sight of her pretty pussy peeking out from between her athletic thighs was intoxicating. Her neat pubic hair only served to deepen the mystery of what lay beneath, like sexy lingerie only more intimate and very much more exciting. From my sitting position her pussy was almost at eye level. I was mesmerized by it. I felt a little dizzy from the pot. I was stoned and couldn't immediately speak.

"I got you some nice undies to wear." She said, handing me a skimpy, lacy pair of pretty pale green panties. "Put these on. When I saw them I thought how nice you would look in them."

Obediently I stood up and reached underneath my skirt to pull my panties down, then accepted the ones she was holding out for me and put them on without lifting my skirt. They felt lacy and expensive. I liked how well they fitted. When I sat down, I deliberately parted my legs a little to tease her. I liked the idea that she wanted to give me such an intimate, sexy present, and it was fun to know she got a thrill just from seeing my panties. And I admit, I very much liked being able to turn her on. Feeling naughty, I parted my legs further to give her a good look. I was showing off to entice her a little, and it felt nicely sexy. I always enjoyed feeling pretty and desirable in her presence, and now I was horny too. I felt a euphoric high as I slurped greedily on the red wine she'd given me, fully exhibiting my new panties with my legs apart like a slut. It was far higher quality than I was used to, like some kind of delicious nectar as it slid down my throat.

She reached for my hand and pulled me to a standing position, then she put her hands on my waist and pulled me to her. I think at this point I had abandoned the idea of breaking up with her. My heart was beating fast -- I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but I was experiencing an exhilarating thrill of anticipation. Sylvia kissed me briefly on the mouth then pushed my T-shirt up to bare my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, and she cupped my boobs, looking me in the eye with a warm smile as she did so. My nipples hardened against her palms, and I wondered if I was making a wet spot on my new panties. She had pretty, ice blue eyes, and her lips were glossy with red wine. She shrugged the bathrobe off and stood completely nude in front of me for the first time. I admired the pert shape of her bare breasts and her little, dark nipples, visibly hardening as they found themselves exposed to the air. Then she took my head in her hands and pulled me close to kiss me hard on the mouth. She tasted of wine. I instinctively parted my lips to let her kiss me fully, and at the same time I experienced the wonderful, warm sensation of her bare breasts pressing against mine.

Nothing prepared me for how incredibly exciting it could be to kiss a nude woman. She pulled my face hard against hers with her hand behind my head. Her breasts felt warm, soft and naked against mine, and her tongue was tangling deliciously with mine as we kissed open-mouthed and very deeply. My nipples were erect and my pussy was flooding with desire.

I briefly wondered what my friends or my parents would think if they could see me like this. I was loving the hot, deep kiss, and I didn't pull away when Sylvia unzipped my skirt so it fell to the floor, and she held my bottom in both hands. I was being such a dirty, lesbian slut and I loved it. It was making me light-headed. I stepped out of my skirt and Sylvia kicked it away, pulling my T-shirt over my head at the same time so I was as naked as she was, with the exception of the lacy panties. This felt so wrong, but so very pleasurable. We sat heavily on the bed and kissed some more while she played with my nipples. I felt dizzy with lust. I wanted to have sex with her, but I didn't know what to do.

Her fingers stole down from my breasts to my lower belly until they disappeared into my panties, making me gasp with the sudden pleasure of her fingers making contact with my slippery clitoris. I parted my legs to give her better access. It felt so naughty to have a woman's hand in my panties -- somehow much more erotic than when she massaged me in the nude. I moaned into her mouth as she started very gently masturbating me under the thin lace, pressing her fingers a little deeper with each movement of her hand and spreading my wetness until she slid easily into my extremely wet pussy. She took my hand and clasped it between us as we kissed. I wanted to participate, and eagerly touched her beautiful, bare breasts for the first time when she guided my hand to them, enjoying the idea of losing my lesbian virginity. Now it was her turn to gasp. She held her breath and made little mewing sounds of pure delight as I played with her small, erect nipples. It felt amazing to be bringing her such pleasure, and I kissed her happily while I explored her boobs. Her fingers were still playing inside my panties, giving me delicious feelings as they strayed all over my very creamy pussy.

"Oh god you're so sexy and so wet!" She said, breathlessly. "Kiss my tits."

I obediently bent my head and took one of her pretty nipples into my mouth. I had never done anything like this before, and it felt amazing. I started to suck on it, loving the sensation of her soft breast against my mouth, and her erect nipple between my lips. This was so erotic. She moaned with pleasure, pulling my head firmly against her breast and she trembled against me, panting. I think I had just made her come.

I started to lose control at that point.

She pressed her nipple harder into my mouth and at the same time I started to orgasm as her very skillful fingers brought me to an incredible, shuddering climax, making me cry out and my whole body flex. I fell back on the bed feeling spent.

"You should get home before someone asks where you are." Sylvia said, soon afterwards. "We don't want anyone else knowing about this. But if you're very good, I will do something even nicer for you next time. I think you will love it".

I walked home, and went to bed, still feeling amazingly turned on. Once again, I masturbated in bed and also started to cry at the realization that, despite my best intentions, I couldn't stop seeing Sylvia. She was like an addictive drug. I couldn't tear myself away from her, and I knew that I would eventually give in to my desires every time. I hated her for that, but at the same time I yearned for more. I wanted her to take me to bed. I had never touched her vagina, but I wanted to. She had such a tempting pussy. I wanted her to teach me everything that two women can do together.

I went round to her house that weekend and something wonderful happened. We had agreed we could spend some quality time together on Saturday with no interruptions. I wore a short skirt and V-neck top with no bra. I knew my breasts showed through it, so I felt very sexy. Underneath I wore just the pretty panties she had given me. I was hoping she would take them off me, and I wasn't disappointed.

When I arrived, she hugged me and I was aware of how much I loved the feeling of her curvy, womanly figure against mine. We started kissing and she undressed me tenderly. Then she took off her own jeans and top, and pulled her panties off. Both naked and very aroused, we kissed deeply, rubbing our bare bodies together.

I loved it. I wanted more. I didn't care if lesbian sex was wrong, it was part of me now. I lived for this.

Her hand went between my legs and she started touching my sex. Very quickly she gave me a hot, intense orgasm that made me tremble so much that I couldn't stand up.

Then she took me to bed where we slid under the covers and writhed in the nude, intertwining our legs, kissing deeply and pressing our wet, excited pussies together. I liked the exciting feeling of her wetness on my thigh and I reached down between us and touched her pussy for the first time, lightheaded with lust and excitement. I loved the way her slippery sex was nestled in a bed of soft pubic hair. I played my fingers all over it, enjoying the way it made her moan with desire in my mouth, and I gradually increased my exploration, building her arousal slowly and making her whimper as I glided my slippery fingers from her clitoris to dive into her hot pussy. I kept doing it, over and over until I made her come. I've never felt so proud and accomplished as I did then, with my gorgeous female lover orgasming in my arms. I kissed her tenderly.

We spent all afternoon in bed, our lips pressed together, making love. I was in heaven when we lay together with our bare breasts and our open mouths pressed together and every inch of our naked bodies in contact -- warm, sensual and very erotic. We loved to kiss like that, with either her or me on top, just loving each other and letting our arousal grow until we couldn't stand it.

She reached under the pillow and produced a vibrator, which she switched on so it purred sensually. She slowly traced it up my thigh, high up between my legs and then she shocked me by shoving her tongue into my mouth in an aggressively hot kiss just as she slipped the phallus deep into my molten pussy. It felt incredible, and I moaned into her mouth, thrashing around uncontrollably on her bed as she made me come over and over again.

Afterwards I cried when I told her I didn't think I could see her any more because summer break was coming up and I would be leaving. Also, I had to get home that afternoon because I hadn't invented a convincing excuse for my room-mate as to where I was spending so much time. My friends were starting to wonder if I was having some sort of illicit affair or if I had just abandoned them.

Sylvia looked disappointed but she took it well, and said "OK, but there's a movie I really want to see. Will you at least come with me? We won't let anyone see us together, but I'd really love your company."

I agreed, and arrived at the cinema on the Wednesday evening as arranged. I saw her walking towards me in the lobby wearing a short, pleated skirt and a white blouse with a black bra underneath. She had nice makeup and looked elegant and beautiful. I've always thought that a black bra looks sexy, and I was reminded again what a desirable woman she is.

"Hi baby -- here's your ticket. Head on inside while I get drinks. We're in the back row."

My stomach gave a little lurch when she called me "baby." It felt like a date - especially when she mentioned the back row. But I think I secretly liked it.

She brought a cup of wine, and she gave one to me too. There were very few people in the cinema, and nobody else in our row, so as the lights went down, she discreetly took my hand and held it in her lap. I liked the naughty feeling of being like teenagers on a secret date. As the movie started, I realized it had a strong erotic lesbian theme, and I felt a bit tricked that she hadn't mentioned anything about it, but at the same time it heightened the thrill of the evening. The film featured a lovely young ballet dancer who fell in love with another girl, and they started to have a hot, lesbian affair. Sylvia had a blanket over her legs, and she spread it over mine too, then showed me how to recline my seat. I sipped on the strong wine and started to relax. I had never seen a film with erotic lesbian content like this, and it made me feel sexy watching the sensual scene where the girls kissed for the first time.

"Mmm, sexy!" whispered Sylvia in my ear. Under the blanket, she took my hand and guided it underneath her skirt, high up between her naked thighs. The warmth and slight perspiration between her bare legs felt wickedly intimate and forbidden, just like the sexual relationship in the movie. I rested the palm of my hand against her upper thigh. Her leg felt hot. Then she snuggled closer and moved her hand up between my legs. Making sure the blanket was covering us both, she started to caress the front of my panties. It felt very nice. She was very skilled at arousing me, knowing just how hard to manipulate me. I knew I was getting wet down there. I sipped my wine and moved my other hand a bit higher until it came into contact with the gusset of her silky panties.

"I will buy you some silk panties if you like," she whispered, "they feel so nice against your skin, don't you think? Go on, feel them. They're French panties." Then she licked my ear and gently massaged my crotch at the spot where things were starting to feel hot and moist. I touched the soft fabric of her undies and found that French silk panties are actually quite loose, like boy shorts made of smooth, yielding silk. I unexpectedly found the fur of her pubes quite easily, and the backs of my fingers came away wet where I inadvertently brushed against her pussy. I had never touched a woman this way -- my hand secretly between her legs -- it felt incredibly dirty and very sexy. It would be our secret, though, which nobody would ever know. In the darkness I quietly gave myself permission to be more daring with her -- imagining we were just two pubescent girls with a big crush being a little bit naughty on a sleepover.

"They're nice aren't they?" She whispered with a little giggle, working her fingers under the lacy waistband of my pink panties. "I love them." I didn't know if she was talking about the girls in the movie, who were making out backstage at a ballet rehearsal, or her silky, sexy underthings.

I parted my legs as she pushed her hand deeper into my panties, until she was caressing my pussy, making my eyes close for a long moment. It felt so nice. So sexy and pleasurable. Meanwhile she encouraged me to press my hand higher up between her legs.

"Go on, touch me. Touch my pussy. Nobody will know," she said. As before, I loved hearing her say the word pussy. Then she turned my face to hers and kissed me softly on the mouth with her soft, feminine lips. It was gentle, loving and incredibly erotic. I could feel my face burning with arousal as her sensual fingers glided purposefully between my legs, stroking me intimately. She teased me with maddening slowness all the way up and down the open slit of my vulva. I parted my legs further and had to hold the blanket in place to stop it sliding off. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I closed my eyes as she kissed me deeply. Then she traced her fingertips slowly back up my slippery labia to touch my clitoris. Each time she repeated this manoeuvre, she let her fingers slide a little bit deeper between my pussy lips. I was getting very turned on. I loved how bold she was being. I kissed her back and bravely raked my fingertips through her soft pubes. It felt deliciously soft, sexy and female. I felt her pussy lips parting and opening up like the petals of a tropical flower. One of my fingers slid very easily into the wet core of her molten sex, and she gasped a little, then kissed me harder, her desire mounting, as I fingered her pussy more deeply. I added another finger. It was intoxicating to be so secretly dirty and so sexy with another woman in a public place, and we both had to stifle moans as we kissed and played with each other underneath the blanket while we watched the tasteful action of the lesbian story on screen.

I was in pure heaven, kissing her deeply and fondling her pussy. I felt as if I had never been so in love and so happy. My pussy glowed and throbbed under her skillful touch, and I orgasmed more than once, clamping my thighs together on her hand and stifling my cries of pleasure. My fingers were slippery from their exploration between her legs. I wanted to make her cum too, so I titillated her clitoris with my thumb and sank my fingers into her hot, willing hole until she gasped quietly and clamped her thighs hard on my hand. I could feel her throbbing against my wet fingers.

Later that afternoon we went back to her house, both flushed with an overload of sexual arousal and wine. She laughingly pulled her shocking pink French undies down from under her skirt and kicked them away with her red high heels. Giggling, I followed suit, peeling my panties off so I felt very naked under my short skirt.

Dressed just in our skirts and tops in case her neighbors saw us, we went into her garden with another glass of wine. She sat in the sunshine on a lawn chair and I sat opposite. With a tipsy laugh over the rim of her glass, she parted her legs, letting me see her naked bush. Her aroused pink pussy lips were peeking out.

"It's time for you to taste some lesbian pussy," she said. "Come here."

My own pussy surged with wet excitement in response. I couldn't believe what she had just said. But my curiosity and my sexual arousal got the better of me. I put down my wine glass and sank to my knees on the soft grass. I lay my head on her lap with my hands on her thighs.

"Good girl." she said, suddenly serious. I could smell the female aroma of her aroused sex. My pussy must have been dripping because my thigh felt wet. Sylvia pulled her skirt up, so I was lying on her bare thigh, my face only inches away from her steaming hot sex, drinking in the strong, earthy fragrance of female sexual desire. I found myself bending forward to put my mouth up between her thighs to kiss her pretty pussy. She opened her legs as far as they would go, and I gazed at her vagina -- open and glossy with excitement, and fragrant with desire. I felt proud to have made her so excited. She held my head gently at first as I hesitantly licked the outer lips of her sex. She was so wet, and was trembling with lust. I put my tongue out to taste the deep, molten red of her inner core, and she impatiently pulled my head harder up between her legs until my mouth was mashed against her glossy sex.

"Oh god, baby, yes. Eat me, my beautiful darling," she said, panting with arousal. I loved her words. I French kissed her pussy with my tongue fully out, and licked her enthusiastically, dipping deep and reveling in the deliciously musky taste of her. I was determined to pleasure her properly and give her an oral orgasm for the first time. Even though we had kissed and played with each other for over an hour in the cinema, I still didn't know how to pleasure her properly, like a woman, even though I'd had multiple wonderful orgasms from her. Now I wanted to return the favor, and I brought one hand up so I could finger her cunt more deeply while my eager mouth ate her out. She started to cry out with pleasure and then, to my delight, I made her orgasm violently. She thrashed around in the chair, pulling my head hard into her open, steaming crotch as she came. Then she pulled me up to her face and kissed me passionately.

"Mmmm, Oh my god that was good!" she said between open-mouthed kisses, "And I just love kissing you when you taste of my pussy. Mmmmm. You are such a good girl."

"I know you don't think we can keep doing this, and you are right," she said a little later, when she had calmed down from the orgasm I had proudly given her. "But I don't want to stop. I want you to keep being my lover for as long as I can."

I liked the sound of the word "lover", and it was so hot when she told me to lick her lesbian pussy. Our affair was dirty, sexy and wrong, but it was our little secret, and I didn't want to give her up either.

She took my face in her hands and kissed me fully on the mouth -- a deep soul kiss that went on for a long time. I realized how much I loved kissing her then, and I still do today.

* * * * * * * * *

I'm married now to a lovely young man called Alex who looks after me well. We still live in my university town in Michigan. When I tell my husband I'm going to get my nails done or go to the doctor, I sometimes text Sylvia and ask if I can come over. She's in a committed lesbian relationship, but if her girlfriend, Cindy, is out of the house, she lets me come over and as soon as she sees me, we fall into a deep, loving kiss. Even though I'm a married woman now, I adore getting my fill of girl sex whenever I can.

Cindy soon found out about me, because, on one crazy night when my husband was out of town, I went round for dinner with both Cindy and Sylvia. We drank far too much, and predictably, I gave into the urge to kiss Sylvia, and she couldn't keep her hands off me. I love how turned on she gets when we kiss. She can't help herself taking all my clothes off. She says she worships my body, and I love letting her do just that.

That evening, in front of Cindy, she pulled off my top and undid my bra, kissing my bare breasts and nipples wildly while she pulled my jeans and panties down. I kissed her back passionately, and felt a thrill of sexual excitement as I felt Cindy's hands on my bare ass. I was completely nude in between both women and I absolutely loved being the meat in a lesbian sandwich.

I'm very happy with my bisexuality and I will never forget how Sylvia initiated me into a rewarding lesbian relationship and awoke my love of sapphic sex. I will always be grateful and return to her for some mutually satisfying girl sex. I haven't had the nerve to tell my husband just yet. Maybe I will one day.