What Turned Me On Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

What Turned Me On Pt. 08

... time."

We pressed our lips together, embracing more deeply, and I knew at that moment her words were true and that eventually, we would take the next steps. As our arousal and passions faded, we lay together softly embracing and glowing in the moment. Both of us now knowing - and perhaps accepting - we wanted one another. Oddly enough we were two women who had never had a lesbian experience but were lying topless together, fearing to move forward, yet admitting we wanted to.

"I don't want to ruin our night anymore," she whispered. "But I think I'm going to go."

I didn't want her to leave. I was very comfortable lying there with her, but I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, or uneasy.

We both got up and got dressed. I watched as she put her bra and shirt back on, just seeing her standing there topless for a brief moment was amazing. I walked her to the door, where we hugged deeply again and kissed one last goodnight kiss. I stood at my window, watching her get into her car, and drive off.

I was overly spent and exhausted from the number of emotions, excitement, fear, and nervousness of her coming over; coupled with the sexual rush we had. Instead of heading to my bedroom, I wandered back over to the couch, pulled my shirt, bra, and pants off, crawled under the blanket, and just settled in for some rest.

As I lay there in the darkness, I kept thinking about her words. I felt fear and panic, yet solace and comfort knowing that at least we had a bit of an ...

... open conversation about our interests in one another and had one big-ass make-out session.

I was glad it stopped where it did, as disappointed as I felt. One because I didn't want us to do anything that made either of us uncomfortable; and two I didn't want it to be something we'd regret in the morning.

I felt aroused still and wholeheartedly, I wanted to have sex. I would have bet you any amount of money, I would have masturbated immediately to relieve myself from the frustration of being so turned on, but not going all the way. But yet, at that moment, even though I was still horny and wet wishing we would have gotten each other off, I didn't. I just drifted off thinking about her kiss, her sexy "mom" tits, her nipples, her face on my chest sucking mine and I felt a warm glow of comfort, that lulled me to sleep. I was awoken by a weird just after 2:00 in the morning. As I lay there pondering it, I heard my stomach rumbling. As I got up to eat, I stood in the silence of my kitchen, still smelling Mary's perfume on my body. I could envision her kissing me, the feel of her skin, her breasts, and her nipples, her perfume, which makes my mind intoxicated. My hand rubbing over her pussy, and the moans that accompanied it. I began to feel as if I was reliving the moment. As if she was still there. As if I had gotten out of bed, leaving her to sleep, wandering to my kitchen after we both sucked and fingered each other to multiple orgasms. How I could taste her pussy on my lips ...