I was worried she might be offended at the thought of being my 'experiment', but she said she found the idea of being my first a massive turn-on, and we arranged a date for the following Saturday. Excitement rose inside me, as I felt the warmth of her soft skin against mine. Her name was Helen and I liked her instantly, she was intelligent, well travelled and made me laugh. Finally, we reach the last station stop. I take love one person at a time, whether they're male or female. Often catching herself staring in changing rooms or on beaches. After starting the car Wendy leaned across to me and we locked lips in our third kiss.
Her hands was moving over my body as she kissed my neck. I didn't want to be that girl - mainly because the guy wasn't my type - but it suddenly occurred to me that I could use Tinder to curate my fantasy of sleeping with a woman. It was something completely out of character for me. Diana, a 36-year-old Brazilian dancer, called me 'a pretty mermaid angel'; Isabella, 22, conversed exclusively in emojis; Myf, a sweet 27 year old from Wales, was only in town for three days, and Bobbie, 29, was too into her cats for my liking. Especially about her experiences with other girls. My swiping-but-not-talking phase lasted a month until, after encouragement from some work friends, I agreed to meet one guy for a drink. I could only see myself being in a relationship with a man.
Greedily I continued to lick her as she started to moan in pleasure. She could have taken me anywhere and it wouldn't have mattered as long as we were together. I let my tongue slide inside her. Now this was a move I have used countless times with guys I have flirted with but suddenly a girl was doing it to me and I began to tremble with excitement. Helen opened both doors wide; it was a lovely night, clear sky and soft evening breeze. I briefly considered objecting but quickly thought better as I really needed something a bit more potent than wine now anyway. She was already there when I arrived, sitting on a black velvet seat in the back corner of the bar, and wearing the tight black dress from her photo.
Her friends want to know what my intentions are. I reached my hands up and took them into my hands and gently massaged them. By lunchtime, I had decided that I am straight with exceptions. We entered directly into a small but very cute living room and I could see the dining room through French doors to the left of the living room and on the right were stairs. At that moment, there was a pause in the conversation.
Friends are easy because you already have a certain level of comfort with each other. We talked for a long while, she told me about some of the places she had worked and holidayed, she was not boastful and I listened intently. She ran her hand over my mound rubbing it through my panties before eventually pushing my panties aside. My eyes closed, my mouth opened slightly and accepted the tip of her wandering tongue. She worked for a pharmaceutical company in London and was staying here at this house, she was also due to return the following day. But an other part kept telling me I couldn't fall in love with a girl.
Then I turned away when he tried to kiss me and ran to the bus stop, jumping on the first one that came. However, it can make things awkward between the two of you the next day. How do you meet women? She reached into her nightstand and came back with vibrator. We woke up Sunday morning. Then she licked my nipples again, before moving further down. I opened my eyes and pulled away, the spell broken. She whipped out a Black and Mild for us to share and told me I was beautiful again, this time with intent.
At some point, I remember brushing her lips with my thumb and stroking the side of her face briefly. I did feel a little silly. And more and more excited. She was 30, half-Spanish, half-Australian with green eyes and rapid-fire banter, but after three days she simply vanished, and I never heard from her again. I've never been so excited and terrified as I was at that moment. I even took some pictures of myself. In the evening I usually went riding or jogging in the woods.
During lunch we started talking about sex. Reaching up with both hands to caress my stomach and breasts, she began to nuzzle my pussy. Soon, Wendy had moved very close to me, our legs virtually entwined together, she would touch my thigh, my hand, my shoulder as we spoke, I loved the attention but suddenly was completely unsure of how to react. . It made me feel powerful and sexy and open to anything.
Oh my god, she was going to make me cum a second time, I thought, before I can get her to cum just once. Then thinking that perhaps I was flattering myself anyway, assuming that she was attracted to me. With such longing and desire. Plenty of women have had drunken make-out sessions with their girlfriends, especially in college. Wendy looked at me with a smile as she wiggled out of her pants, sliding them over her hips and down her firm thighs, stepping out of them. She rested her fingers on my cock and began.
Then I flipped her over and did the same - being between her legs was fascinating and confusing. Sleeping with Nikky changed me. Then came the dry spell. She kept kissing down my neck and towards my breasts. I started watching lesbian porn when I was 24 and realised women's bodies turned me on. When I woke up the next morning, I had a whole group of people to answer to. What Does It All Mean? He coloured up instantly, mumbled an apology and scurried off to find his wife.