2. A New Direction - Sex Stories

2. A New Direction

... room.

"I guess Jack isn't here, yet?" I asked.

"He just called. He had to cover another shift at the gym."

I was crestfallen, but Connie said, "That doesn't mean we can't have a good time!" She had a seductive smile on her face.

Connie stepped closer to me and put her hand on my breast. Now I'd seen Connie and Julie play with each other in front of the men and me, and I'd let her play with my body a little here and there. But up until that moment I had pretty much concluded that doing those things to the other girls was not for me - that religious upbringing again.

Anyway, I was dumbstruck and I'm sure Connie felt my hesitancy. But she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Yet I was still not reacting. Then she wrapped her other arm around me and pulled us close, our breasts pressed together with her hand. Our bodies, all up and down, were touching. It felt so nice.

She pecked tenderly at my lips as she started to kiss me again. Before long, our mouths were open and then her tongue played in my mouth. And there it was. I could feel the reaction down below. She licked my neck and started undoing my blouse. Oh my god, this wasn't happening, but it was. Now my nipples were tingling, pressing against my very flimsy bra.

As Connie dragged her tongue down to the tops of my breasts, she took my hand and held it against her own chest. I had never felt another woman's breasts, and there, under the sheer fabric, her beautiful globes were firm and somehow cool ...

... to my touch. Her nipples had popped out, and I found myself doing what the men liked to do with me, squeezing and twiddling them gently.

Connie managed to drop my blouse to the floor and pull the top edge of my bra off my nipples. She licked all around them and gently touched her tongue to the very tip. As she kissed each side and took one nipple between her lips, she unbuckled the bra. My whole body, naked from the waist up, was on fire and my juices had soaked through my thong! I couldn't believe it was another woman doing this to me. It was so exotic, so naughty, so hot. I started to moan.

Soon Connie's hands were sliding down the side of my ribs and then my hips and then across my belly, pressing my skirt against my pubic bone. She started kissing me again as her hands found the hem of my skirt. I felt her cool hands slide up the outside of my thighs and reach around to my almost bare rear. She pulled me hard against her and started rocking her pelvis against mine. Then one hand came around to the front and onto my belly, sliding down the outside of my thong and between my legs.

Her touch was so gentle down there. Rubbing softly in rhythm with my now rocking hips. Then she was pressing the cloth between my lips. Pressing a little harder. Pressing the cloth against my opening.

"We have to get rid of this," she finally said. I appreciated the pause and let her slide my thong down off my legs and unzip the skirt. Connie stepped back and gazed at my naked body. ...