Playing Away – Rachel's Story - Sex Stories

Playing Away – Rachel's Story

... sexuality before; I had always considered myself straight. This was not a passing phase; my feelings for her were too strong. I climbed into bed. The wine failed to send me to sleep; I lay awake thinking about her. Alex always looked amazing, in jeans, leggings or skirts; dress her in a sack and she would still look good. I began sending out powerful sex signals to her, hoping to draw her near to me. I just hoped she would receive them. I couldn’t recall ever having sexual feelings like this for another woman, but I had fallen in love with Alex. My attraction to her had become an obsession. Saturday at five-thirty, Alex knocked on the door of my flat. I invited her in and gave her a hug. She was dressed in tight jeans, flat shoes and a pink vest. She looked great as usual. “Where’s Daniel?” she asked. “Watching Arsenal play football in Manchester,” I replied. “I’m slightly annoyed about it really. He only told me he was going on Thursday.” “Don’t worry, hun, let me give you a hug,” she said as put her arms around me and hugged me. “I’m here for you now, so forget about him. Let me wash and cut your hair for you. It’ll make you feel better.” “That sounds like a nice idea,” I chirped. I nipped into my bedroom, removed my bra and changed my top for an old tee shirt. Alex placed a towel round my shoulders. A shiver ran down my spine at her touch. We moved into the bathroom. I bent over the bath and Alex washed my hair. Her fingers worked shampoo into my scalp. It was so sensual, ...

... I could feel myself getting more and more aroused. I hugged the towel against my chest and my mind drifted away as her fingers massaged me. I was imagining us making love when I felt warm water running down my chest. I had loosened my grip on the towel. When I stood up, Alex locked her blue eyes onto my chest. My nipples had become very erect and were very visible beneath the wet tee shirt. She could see I was aroused and to spare my embarrassment, she looked away. As she wrapped my hair in a towel her eyes kept glancing back checking my nipples. I could tell she found it erotic, she couldn’t take her eyes off me. I thanked god she had received my powerful sex signals. We made our way back into the lounge and she started cutting my hair. “Why don’t we have a nice girls’ night in, spend some time together? We could have a nice cosy evening. Perhaps get a takeaway and some wine,” Alex suggested. “That sounds good to me, we can get sloshed. Yes, let’s do it,” I said. “I can always get a taxi home,” she said. As she cut my hair, I watched her every movement around me. Her breasts beneath her vest, rising and falling with every breath she took. She must have noticed me staring. I was besotted with her. After we dried and brushed my hair, I put my bra back on and changed my clothes ready for our evening together. Around six-thirty we started getting hungry, so I phoned for a pizza. We opened the wine and had a drink while we waited for the pizza to be delivered. Our pizza arrived ...