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Where my love of other women began

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Where my love of other women beganSurprising, my desire for other women began with my boyfriend Dale in senior high school and his love of porn, which also translated into my current and nearly life-long love of pornography. He had a rather large collection of Penthouse and Hustler magazines. We used to sift through them in his room in his parents house and then fool around. My first exposure to lesbian images came from him as it was his favourite form of pornography. I remember my first view of two women in kissing each other gave me a fluttering in my stomach that was really unlike anything I had felt previously. It didn’t feel wrong, but it did feel dirty and rather exciting to thumb through those pages. Still, at that time, I thought that I could only be with a guy, i never thought i could actually go through with being with another girl. Dale always told me he had fantasies about me and my friend Sarah getting it on together. He used to say that he would be happy just watching or even having me tell him about it if it were to happen while he was elsewhere. Dale almost had his wish come true one night around graduation when a very drunk Sarah and I started making out at a grad party. It got pretty heavy and I remember her and I moving off into some bedroom (not that i can remember who’s), shirts came off, a lot of kissing took place. We sucked on each other nipples, really not knowing what to do. I remember at the time having full intention to take this all the way. Actually i remember really wanting to know what it was like to go down on another girl. I remember just wanting to know what another girl tasted like and whether or not I would like it (i knew I liked to taste myself, but i am digressing). Our session got pretty heavy and I tried to put my hand down the front of Sarah’s pants, but she stopped me. She told me that she wanted to do more but she had her period. That was not what i had in mind for my first time, so instead we continued making out and playing with each others tits, but that is as far as it went. Two years of University went by. I know the cliche is that it happens to most women in college/university, but honestly, the opportunity with another woman never materialized, not until the end of my second year when I took a trip to the Dominican Republic in May. I had thought about it a lot. I regularly looked at lesbian porn on the internet (early days), but other than masturbating to the sight of other women fully engaged in it (ah Jordan Capri… I wanted you so bad), I could never bring myself to find a willing partner. It was my first visit time at an all-inclusive resort and it was a school-year-end thing that had been arranged with my three roommates.  We went for a duration of two weeks, and one of my roommates and I shared a room (Tara).  For the first couple of days I spent most of my time hanging out with my roommates at the resort, the Rio Mambo in Puerto Plata.  I can’t say I remember too much about the resort other than the fact the rooms had fully stocked bars which we all took full advantage of.  In the middle of our first week we took an excursion to see a cigar factory, rum factory and to swimming in waterfalls.  During this excursion I got the opportunity to meet Jenny.  Jenny was also a University student but from Waterloo Ontario.  She was in her first years and was in the same year as me.  She arrived as part of a large group from the University and had arrived at the neighbouring Rio resort a day after me but for only a week.  I had seen her on the beach earlier in the week and I remember remarking to myself that I thought she looked really cute in the bathing suit she was wearing, a bikini with a wide belt that became popular in the following couple of years due to a hot Halle Berry in a James Bond movie.  I remember that well because every time I saw that bathing suit, I thought of Jenny.A little bit about myself at that time in my life.  I can honestly say I was a fairly hot item when I was 20 (I think I still am but I am 20 years older now and let’s just say that bodies do change no matter what we do!).  I loved to wear skimpy bikinis and I was able too as well.  Several guys at the resort paid me a fair bit of attention, including the entertainment staff.  I am Latin American and although I am fit, I have all the right curves (if I don’t say so myself!).  Anyhow back to the situation.  Jenny was a blonde cutie, think Amy Smart, whenever I see her in the media I think of Jenny, but it has been a long time since we saw each other and really, they probably look very different side by side, but you get the picture.  Jenny had a smooth hard body, super fit, in fact she was a swimmer and I learned to be quite active in varsity sports.  When she got onto the truck taking us around on the tour, she sat beside me and immediately we struck up a conversation.  I can’t remember what it was about, but I remember enjoying her company.  We got along amazingly well an I remember gushing over everything she said like a silly school girl. What was interesting was how much she touched me, an obvious clue (but not at the time) that she might be interested in more than just fun times and conversation. I distinctly remember her grabbing my thigh during conversations, and nodding her head towards mine when ever she laughed through out the day. At the end of the excursion we all made plans to meet up at one of the bars at the Mambo later that evening with my roommates and a few of her friends.When we got back to our room Tara and I got ready for dinner and güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri then going out for a night of partying. Tara even asked me about Jenny, saying, that at times she thought Jenny was hitting on me. As if I was joking I told her that I wouldn’t mind a fun evening with someone like Jenny and that it might be better than any of the guys we had met so far. It was a joke.. kind of, but not really. I remember wearing a light sun dress that evening, I still have it in fact and am proud to say it still fits, although a lot tighter around the chest and hips. I wore my hair up, exposing my neck and had on my sexiest heals I owned at the time. In total there were around ten of us that met up at one of the outdoor bars after dark. Four in my crew (all girls), Jenny and her crew which consisted of roughly equal guys and girls. I remember feeling a twinge of jealousy(?) when I saw her sitting beside one of the guys in her group. But when I approached she got up right away, gave me a warm hug, kiss on the cheek and introduced me and my roommates to her group – all fellow U of Waterloo students from what I can remember. She pulled me into a chair beside her and the night began. Drinks were flowing and people were getting loud and brazen. Throughout the evening Jenny kept placing her hand on my arm. She gushed over me really. Finally at one point, Tara, who was cozying up to one of Jenny’s guy companions laughed and said to Jenny: Jesus, why don’t you just kiss her if you are going to hang off her like that. To everyone’s surprise Jenny did just that she turned to me, grabbed me by the chin and kissed me. Not a small peck on the lips, but a deep, open mouth, duelling tongue kiss. The group went completely quiet, and the kiss continued. I enjoyed every second of it. I placed my hand around her head as we kissed and only reluctantly did I let her pull away. The group erupted in a cheer and the guys chanted “more, more, more”. So I obliged, this time puling her forward into another equally deep and passionate kiss. As we pulled away we both smiled shyly and looked away and laughed as if this was a joke, but i knew it wasn’t. The evening continued and people became more and more drunk. Jenny and I, on the other hand, switched to drinks sin alcohol, nothing was said, we just both did it. Tara was now in the lap of the guy she was cozying up to, while the other girls and guys seemed to be trying to find out who they wanted to take back to their room or at least was willing to go back to their respective beds. Conversations continued as Jenny and I continued to make more and more obvious moves towards each other that indicated something was going to happen. Her feet would rub up against mine, my hand would grab the inside of her thigh. This continued as most of our party called it a night and the bar tender said we had to go to the disco if we wanted more to drink. Tara told me with her guy in tow that she was going back to his room. She assured me she wanted to fuck him, so not to worry that she was making any mistakes. By the time it was just Jenny and I, we were pretty close to sober. I asked Jenny if she was tired. She said she was but if she could come back to my room. We both knew what this meant, but we didn’t want to say it out loud.We made our way back to my room, giggling like little girls, hand in hand. When we got to the room she told me she thought our kiss was really hot. As i fumbled for my key a suggested we do it again when we get in the room. She looked at me and said I could do what ever I wanted with her when we got in the room.We got through the door and before I couldn’t even lock it, Jenny and I kissed. We kissed for sometime standing in the hall of the room. She took me by the hand over to a bed and asked if I was into girls. I told her I have always been curious, very curious, and that more than anything I was into her. She told me she was only into girls but that we could just kiss if that was more comfortable for me. I told her I wanted more, and in my heart I knew I wanted ever bit of her. Sometimes I wonder if I remember that night entirely correct, but either way, I cherish this moment in time more than most other experiences. Jenny asked if i would take off my clothes in front of her while she sat on the bed facing me. You would think i would have been embarrassed, but I would have done anything she asked at that moment. So I did. I slipped out of my shoes and lifted my sun dress over my head leaving it crumpled on the floor. She stared at me in a way I don’t remember anyone ever looking at me like before; longing is what comes to mind. I unsnapped my bra and let it drop off of my shoulders in front of her. Her hands came forward and she caressed my breasts in a way I now know only another woman can do. She pulled me forward and she kissed my breasts equally as her hands reached around and grabbed my ass. She told me i felt good against her and she tugged at my panties until the dropped to the floor. Ah.. being 20, my thighs didn’t hold them up, once they cleared my tight little ass cheeks, they fell to the floor. Jenny pushed me back and said she wanted a look at my body. She told me I was beautiful and that clothes definitely looked better on the floor. Her hands caressed my hips and she turned me around. She kissed the small of my back as her hand reached between my legs and slowly caressed my mound, running her fingers through my dark pubic hair over my clitoris. It felt like an electric shock through my entire body. perabet I know I was wet at this point because she commented on it and how much she enjoyed it as her finger slid between my lips into my sweet wetness. This did not continue long because she stood up and instructed me to sit back on the bed, bend me knees and place my feet on the bed. Then she gently pulled open my legs and traced her finger down along my leg and outlined my fully open lips that clearly displayed my most intimate and now wet and swollen pussy. Her fingers brushed up and down a few times picking up my wetness and then she slowly rubbed my clit. We looked in her eyes as she did this and then she stepped back, and brought her fingers to her mouth and in the most seductive way I have ever witnessed, she tasted me off her fingers. She smiled and told me I was even better than she could have imagine. She then told me she wanted me to do exactly what she told me to do. I could only nod. She instructed me to prop myself up with pillows and resume this position. I must have looked a desperate mess achieving this, but I didn’t want to break this spell she had over me, or I over her (I hoped). Then she told me she wanted me to masturbate as I watched her undress. My right hand went immediately to my nipples and then to my belly and lastly between my legs. I love having my clitoris played with, even more than my vagina being penetrated, but I played with my clit and every so often slipped my fingers inside as I witness the most beautiful sight i had seen up to this point in my life. Jenny was wearing a white t-shirt which she removed in a way that made me all the more excited, then next, her bra. Her breasts were small, A’s at most and her nipples were small but hard. I wanted to touch them but she wouldn’t allow it. Instead she instructed me to stay still as she knelt down and kissed both of my inner thighs. I remember shaking as the sexual tension was so high. Then she removed my had and instructed me to lick and suck on my fingers. Looking at me from between my legs she asked if i had ever tasted my self before while masturbating. I told her, truthfully, always. She asked me if I ever imagined it was the taste of another woman, I said yes and at that moment i was wishing it was her. That’s when Jenny leaned in and kissed me in my most intimate place. It was a soft kiss at first, and then I left her mouth open and her tongue lick me in the most pleasurable way. The whole time, she looked into my eyes and I was lost in hers. She continued for a short while then came up and kissed me long and passionately. I went to push her off of me gently, and she moved my hands away. She told me that in this moment she was in charge, perhaps later, she would let me take charge. I told her i was hers, she only nodded and said I was hers the moment we met earlier today. Jenny moved off of me and dropped her cut off jean shorts. Below her shorts she wore nothing. Her vagina was the first I had ever seen, in person, completely shaven. As well, she had by far the largest clit and labia I had ever seen on another woman. Puffy and swollen more than anything i had ever seen in any porn. I was completely enthralled with it and I could not stop looking at it. She waved her hand in front of me and asked me if i was ok and if i liked what I saw. I looked her face and told her she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on and that i wanted nothing more that to experience her body with all of what I had. At this point, Jenny crawled on top of me and straddled my crotch with her own. I had no idea what she was doing, at this point of my life I had no idea what tribbing was. I remember thinking when her pussy rubbed up against mine that there could be no act more intimate than this. I loved it, it was a gorgeous experience. After several minutes, there was a wet mess between us, slippery and warm. She placed her fingers between us and tasted us, I wanted to taste her so badly, but I also didn’t want this to end, this was practically spiritual to me at this moment. Jenny, regretfully, pulled away, but what she did next more than made up for it. As soon as she manoeuvred herself so that her ass was facing me I knew I was about to experience two things I had desired since I was in high school: to 69 with another woman, and more importantly to finally taste another woman. I don’t even remember Jenny licking me, I only remember seeing her gorgeous bald pussy on my chin as I soaked it up with my eyes and my nose. She smelled wonderful, her pussy was glistening with wetness and had a little cream on her labia from our previous grinding together. I pulled her legs towards me as I drove my face into her. I think it was a little too hard because she told me to be gentle, but I was finally doing it. I licked ever nook and cranny of her pussy. I explored her most intimate areas with my probing tongue. My arms snaked around her hips so that I could hold her firm ass cheeks. I probed her insides with my tongue and went even so far as lick her asshole, but I didn’t care, there were no boundaries here. She might have been in charge, but I was too far in lust to let her stop me. I settled into sucking on her clit as it seemed to get her breathing the hardest as if she was going to climax. My one hand slid two fingers into her pussy. It was so warm and wet, it was fabulous, while my my other middle finger circled her slippery, wet asshole. As her breathing quickened, she began to moan. Her hips began to thrust and I started to push tipobet on her asshole. She pleaded me to keep sucking on her clit and not to stop as she reached her orgasm which seemed to go on and an on. It was a beautiful moment that I brought this equally beautiful girl to an earth crushing orgasm. She shook over and over and I continued to probe and suck. She couldn’t take anymore and moved out of my grasp but settled over me and kissed me for what seemed to be hours. She rubbed my clit and probed my pussy but i never reached an orgasm, but that was secondary to what i had already experienced. Bringing Jenny to an complete and utter climax was the most rewarding experience present in my mind. That night we slept in each others arms. We would wake up and kiss, explore each others bodies. I must admit I was addicted to going down and eating her pussy. I felt like I didn’t care if i ever did anything else but eat pussy for the rest of my life. We did this well into the morning, we even missed breakfast. At one point she had me crawl on top of her as she pleasured me with her tongue. We gazed into each others eyes (her eye contact was one of the things that made our sex so intense) as she brought me closer and closer to an orgasm that had been building for a long time, my first orgasm of the entire experience. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Tara yelled, Oh my fucking god! Holy Shit! I was there, my climax could not be stopped. I cried out to Jenny not to stop and thankfully she did not. She took me into sweet bliss as Tara watched with complete awe, horror, disgust, or intrigue? I have no idea, but to see someone orgasm in my mind is never a bad thing – personally I find it hot, regardless of how they are getting off.Tara mumbled something about coming back in 30 minutes and left the room. All I cared was what Jenny had given me and that I wanted nothing more than to be with her, in this way, for as long as I could.Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Tara, decided to sleep in the room of the guy she hooked up with for pretty much the rest of the trip, especially while Jenny was was still at the resort. Jenny and I enjoyed four more nights together and we were inseparable during the days. We made love (that’s what I felt it was) every chance we could get. She even shaved me by my request, my first time having a completely bald pussy. I remember being completely broken when she left. We exchanged contact info but her leaving felt like a hole in my soul. It felt like parting with your summer camp crush. I sulked for the next week. My roommates totally made fun of me and called me a lesbo, I didn’t care. I scorned all guys who tried to hit on my and masturbated every night thinking of Jenny.That experience changed everything for me and it the reason for some of my now well established kinks, such as: I love big meaty labia and clits on other woman (although I don’t discriminate – just my preference), I prefer to be dominated by women, i love fit/younger women over women my age (again i don’t discriminate), and i have a thing for every Amy Smart movie that comes out (rather inappropriate at times). I also love those bathing suits with the belt around the waste – I find it so sexy on any woman who wears it (Sadly, I never find them anymore). For the next two years of University I was exclusively with other women. I never got with another guy until after graduating and that was with the man I am married to (although there have been other men since, but that is something totally different and for another time). I knew i wasn’t a lesbian but that i am totally bi – although I think i really lean more towards women, i don’t know, it is completely different, like comparing apples with cheese – like that different (and sometimes they go well together – ha!). I looked up Jenny while I was visiting family in Ontario shortly after University, but before meeting my husband. We did hook up, it was amazing, there is something about your first that can never be beaten, but it was painfully clear that Jenny and I were on a completely different path. She is a lesbian but she was not interested in staying with only me. I was interested in travel, she was looking to enter into a demanding career. Apparently she is a very successful lawyer now and married to another woman. We connected over Facebook and I am happy that she is happy. I am even more happy that who she married looks a little bit like me, Latin, similar face, and body type – I guess i had an influence, or maybe she had a ‘type’. Who knows. Anyhow, that is how women became a huge part of my life, sexually speaking. Full disclosure, I can’t say I honestly remember every detail of our first night together as well as I have let on, but it is a close to true as I can recall. Some parts are embellished for sure to make this a little more ‘hot; than it actually was. There was a lot more insecurity and embarrassment that goes along with a “first time”, but this is definitely how it would have gone in a perfect world. I never did orgasm the first time and it was a lot more awkward when Tara barged in. I really did enjoying going down on Jenny, more than you could imagine and I cried like a little girl when she left for home. Anyhow, I have always wanted to write about this and how I got into other woman. I may have placed too much of an emphasis on Jenny’s role, but she really did help develop my kinks. Anyhow, if it turned your on, that’s great, whether you are a woman or a man. I hope it helped you masturbate, because I love when people masturbate, especially when it has something to do with me.BTW, her name is not Jenny… I would never want to expose her even in the remote chance this would. But if you read this and this sounds familiar, I hope you remember this encounter as fondly as I. Love always.

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