One of the ways I keep healthy is to walk for a few kilometres each day. I usually vary my route just to give me something different to look at as I walk. Half the time I don’t notice anything as my mind is generally somewhere else, at work or play. My girlfriend, with whom I live, is away working for a month, and I am alone at home. Because of this, I had been walking further, just to kill time.
If I had been at home, I would probably masturbate. Boredom does that to me.
While Sally has been away, I have been masturbating two or three times a night as there is hardly a day goes by that she and I don’t have a sexual experience together.
Two weeks ago, I had followed a different route past some apartment blocks. I don’t know why I went that way; I just turned left at a corner and kept walking. As the route was new to me, I was taking a bit more notice of my surroundings so I didn’t become disoriented or lost.
I passed one particular garden and the scent of the flowers was beautiful. I am no gardener or horticulturist, however I had stopped to look at this nice garden as the scent of the flowers was quite strong and the aroma exotic. While I looked, I noticed some movement of curtains in one of the windows. I thought somebody was watching me. Then the curtains moved again, and this time I could see a naked female body as she closed the gap which had appeared. I stood and waited for any further movement, I was curious.
Then a light went on in the room. I could see a silhouette of a person who appeared to be dancing or prancing about in an unusual way. It didn’t take me long to realise this woman was engaging in some form of erotic dance or ritual, obviously naked, and probably masturbating. I knew the feeling and I felt the moisture run down and soak my pants. I knew what she was feeling and wished I was enjoying the same pleasure.
The performance continued for a few minutes. After I waited for something else to happen, the light went out. It was the end of the performance evidently. I don’t think she had any idea I was watching. Lucky her, I thought. I continued my walk, thinking of what I had seen and my mind was filled with erotic ideas of who she was, and had been doing, and why. I began thinking of what I would do to myself when I got home.
The following day I decided to follow my previous route, and once more keep my eye out for any activity in that apartment. I stopped in front trying to make it look like I was looking at the garden. I hoped I would see the curtains move again.
I waited for a while and there was not movements or lights, so soon realised I was not going to see anything that day.
It wasn’t until the weekend that I went for another walk down that street about mid morning. Once more I stopped to admire the garden. My curiosity had the best of me and I thought I might see something that would identify the woman that I had seen in silhouette. This time a woman appeared who apparently had been working in the garden and was returning to her chores. It was obvious I was looking at the garden and she spoke to me. She asked if I were a gardener.
I commented, “No. I had been passing a few days earlier and noticed how lovely the garden looked. I was going by again and just stopped to look and appreciate the scent of the flowers again in a different light.”
This woman was very nice and had explained what many of the plants were, and how she looked after them as an interest.
I asked, “Do you live here?”
“Yes, I live upstairs.” The thought flashed through my head; well it was not her who was dancing.
After a few minutes another, younger woman appeared and spoke to the woman. Then she realised the lady had been talking to me and she apologised for interrupting. I told her. “Not to worry; I was just passing and had stopped to admire the flowers.”
The younger woman looked at me as she spoke.
“Isn’t the garden lovely, I get a beautiful view of it from my apartment. I live just in there,”
She had pointed to the apartment I had witnessed the performance in a few days earlier. Then I became even more interested.
“How nice for you.” I said, “I wish my apartment had a garden like this.”
Then the younger explained. “Mavis is a god-send to us. She does a lot of work around the place and her husband is a real handyman. We couldn’t do without them.”
Mavis smiled and seemed quite pleased to be given the praise.
“Thank you Karen. That’s really nice of you to say that.” Mavis had replied.
Karen then excused herself as she said she had some shopping to do.
“See you later Karen.” Mavis said – and confirmed I had heard her name correctly.
I saw an opportunity to establish a conversation with who I now knew was Karen.
“Which way are the shops?” I asked, “I have a little shopping to do and I am out of my territory.”
“Walk with me.” Karen said, “It isn’t far.”
As we walked, I had began a conversation starting with the apartments and the garden. Karen was quite forthcoming and it wasn’t long before I knew she was a flight attendant for an airline. She spent some nights away and was reassured that Mavis and her husband were keeping an eye on her apartment. Being on the ground floor, she explained she had been concerned about being broken into seeing she is away as often as she is, and the body corporate didn’t want bars on the windows.
“They paid for the glass in the windows to be changed to laminated glass. That is virtually unbreakable and would slow down or stop anybody.” Karen commented.
I smiled to myself and thought, but not stop me seeing you dancing in the nude.
As we walked and talked we became quite friendly. She had a very nice personality and a good conversation. Probably her occupation helped a lot.
As we approached the shopping centre, I saw a coffee shop and asked Karen if she would like a coffee. I wanted to get to know her better as she was quite interesting. She agreed and we sat and talked for an hour about all sorts of things. Neither of us had a man in our life and she was interested when I told her I lived with another woman.
“Are you partners?” she asked.
“Yes, we are in a way, I hope you don’t mind, but…” I stopped short of exposing my lifestyle any further.
She laughed.
“No I don’t mind I am that way myself, I have had some experiences with men, particularly the air crew. Some of them believe we are nothing but airborne call girls. They call; you go; you have sex with them. Pilots and First officers get a room on their own. The girls have to share rooms. The worst thing is most of the men are married, many to ex flight attendants. We all know it happens.
If you wanted me to categorise myself I would probably say I was bi-sexual. Many of the girls are that way; some have boyfriends and don’t want to be bed bugs for the pilots. The problem is you don’t go up the ladder if you don’t. Amongst the girls there are times a little bit of hanky-panky can occur, if the right girl is sharing a room with you.”
“I had often wondered what the situation was with you all. I have seen some funny things when I have been flying. I have often wondered if there was a lesbian aspect to female flight attendants as it appears there is a gay community with the men. . Most of the women I have seen on aircraft have been quite attractive and seem to be able to distance any male approaches quite efficiently and quickly. You must have some good lines you use.”
“Yes, many of the guys are gay, but some passengers can be a bit of a problem too. You would be surprised how many married business men will put the word on us to ‘have dinner’ with them, and we all know where they want that to end up; in their bed, and very occasionally the altar.” Karen paused and looked at me and smiled. “That’s not my style, thankfully.”
I had explained previously to her I was employed in the hospitality industry. I had told her that we had often had a lot of air crew there overnight in the hotels I had worked in.
“We usually have rooms on a floor just for aircrew because of the hours you come and go. We get complaints from other guests if we don’t. You would know that.”
“Are we that bad?” asked Karen.
“No, it is just the odd hours you come and go that concern other guests. Sometimes a girl can be a bit noisy though; the rooms are not exactly sound proof. The guests often think we allow prostitutes to use the rooms to ply their trade. We know all the prostitutes and warn them off, but we see a lot of better class women as call girls. In fact the Concierge always has a list he can call upon if a guest asks, and many do. You would be surprised how many mature women engage in that work.” I explained.
Karen asked. “What are the women like? One day I may be interested.”
Ahhh, I thought. She enjoys her sex, obviously.
I told her. “Give me a ring if you become interested. I am sure our concierge would welcome you with open arms. Mostly the women are mature. The younger women are sought after, but the older women make better money. I am quite friendly with a few of our regulars, they are really nice women. You would never know what they do for a living. Many of the younger ones are single mothers, and their mother minds the children while she earns a living they tell me. Others are older and have teenage children, but I guess they don’t know how mum earns her living.” I explained.
Karen looked interested. “I wonder what their husbands think. I gather many would be divorced.”
I explained “We have only had one bad experience that I am aware of. A father had arranged for his teenage son have his first sexual experience with a professional woman. His father arranged with the concierge to engage a woman who he considered suitable. A woman the father had not been with himself. A problem occurred in that the concierge had no idea the woman he called was their wife….and mother. She worked under her maiden name so the connection of the same family name didn’t arise. Obviously there was a scene. That was a very sad experience for us all.”
“Obviously nothing happened?” Karen asked.
“I would say not. I often wondered what happened to her and her family as we never saw her again.” I commented.
After coffee I suggested maybe she would like to share our evening meal together. We were both alone and seem we were getting along fine.
Karen hesitated, and then said ‘Why not.”
We made arrangements to meet at a little Italian restaurant we both knew nearby. We then went our own way to complete our shopping.
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That evening we met as arranged at the restaurant. A glass or two of Chianti and a meal soon had us laughing and chatting away as if we had been friends for ages. We were both relaxed and finished the bottle of wine. Neither of us was driving and I suggested she come back to my place for a coffee,
“They make terrible coffee here.” I said. “You won’t get to sleep for hours after one of them.”
Then Karen dropped a bombshell, “Sleep wasn’t on my mind.” she said softly, squeezed my hand, and then smiled and gave me that knowing look.
After we left the restaurant and began to walk back to my place which is only a few blocks away, Karen took my hand. My heart rate quickened. I looked at her and our eyes met and we both knew the feeling. We stopped and we kissed, passionately in the middle of the street. This was going to be a very enjoyable evening.
We both walked back to my apartment hand in hand and hardly said a word, we kissed twice on the way and each time we both realised this was something special for both of us. We had both been there and done that with other women, so it was not something that was unfamiliar to us. We both knew what we were doing. We were two women who wanted more than just casual company. We both wanted to make love together.
There was no rush and we walked back calmly and a little more than casually. When we got to my apartment I used my key to open the door and I rushed in and pulled her to me and we kissed privately, passionately and erotically as I kicked the door shut with my foot..
Breathlessly I uttered, “I think we can wait for the coffee, there are more important things to accomplish for the moment.”
“Make love to me…please.“ Karen whispered.
I lead her to my bedroom, and we undressed together. It didn’t take us long and we were standing facing each other naked, we didn’t look too hard at each other, we knew what naked women looked like, we were similar in height and build. I lead her to the bathroom and we used the toilet and then showered together. We then dried each other off, taking the opportunity to ensure the erotic bits were well and truly rubbed dry.
“I like the way you operate.” Karen said.
I turned the bed down and lay down and motioned her to join me. She didn’t hesitate. We kissed again with our arms wrapped around each other pulling ourselves together as tightly as we could. Our entire bodies were pressed together as if we were one. The tender soft flesh of our breasts and loins were pressing together and the passion was well and truly pulsating through my body. Despite the warmth we had generated I felt my nipples harden and become aroused and touchy. It felt beautiful with my nipples pressing against her soft bare skin. The sexual passion was rising higher in me by the second. My tongue was going further and further down her throat as we kissed. I could feel her tongue writhing in my mouth. Our hands were exploring new fields of flesh for both of us.
“Make love to me… any way you wish.” Karen said softly.
I shivered with anticipation.
My hands were rubbing through her hair and holding her face for me to kiss. She had responded in a way that indicated she had certainly been with another woman before. We had really only known each other for a matter of hours but each of us was making love to the other, and satisfying the cravings we both had for sex. Her hand had found its way down and was between our bodies, feeling for my leaking hole of passion. We both had copious amounts of pubic hair and I could feel her fingers finding their way through the hair and toward my vagina.
As I concentrated on her mouth and head kissing her ears neck and mouth, she had found the part of me she was seeking. I pulled my body back from hers and felt her finger slip into my chasm of passion. I spread my legs a little. She wriggled and pumped her finger gently in my now wet and aroused vagina. Without any difficulty she found my clitoris and touched it gently. I shook with the sensitive erotic sensation of her finger against it. She recognised the fact she had got me where she wanted me. She then slipped a second finger into me, and then began to rub my labia lips and search my inner self in ways that indicated she knew what she was doing. She gently rubbed my G spot.
Within seconds her fingers were pumping into me frantically. I was almost panting with passion now, I rolled onto my back and she knew she had found what I was seeking. She slowly kissed her way down my body, first my ear lobes and neck; she knew where a woman’s erogenous zones were.
From there she moved down to my breasts and nipples rubbing each hard nipple between her lips.
I relaxed, adjusted and spread my legs to grant her unrestricted access to that part of me that was craving the attention she was providing.
Then I lay back and took each of my nipples between my fingers and tweaked them, adding to the sensation that had been building between my legs. She was using her mouth, tongue and fingers to provide me with the best sex I could imagine.
No man could be this efficient. I had my head on a pillow and could see the top of her head working its wonders upon me. She occasionally looked up and our eyes met over my patch of pubic hairs.
We both knew each of us was enjoying that part each of us that was involved in this act of love. It took a woman who knew what it was like to be pleasured like this, and to know how to achieve it.
Slowly she licked and fingered me, nothing was too vigorous. She was gentle but effective applying just enough pressure to gradually build that sensation within me that would ultimately explode, and provide me with a physical and amazing orgasm. She had read my reactions perfectly.
Karen then gave me at least ten minutes of untold sexual delight. At times I moaned softly as the waves of erotic pleasure surged through my body.
My body responded and I was beginning to feel the wonderful sensations in my tummy and vagina that precede an orgasm for me.
I wriggled my legs in anticipation of a great orgasm. Then I felt her position her arms around my thighs.
She must have recognised that when I cum, I do it in a big way.
She had never seen me cum, but she knew what was going to happen was going to be physical and spontaneous. The finger motion increased and she rimmed my ass with another finger. She had two inside me working wonders and her tongue on my clitoris was the epitome of pleasure.
I could not restrain myself any longer; I came in a most physical way, and in a way only women can cum.
Karen was giving me oral pleasure as competently as any woman could. My body shook from head to toe. My stomach muscles were in spasm as the sensation in my clitoris surged up and into my inner self. My legs jerked and jumped as she had realised this may happen. My toes curled tight.
She held me firmly as she applied pressure to my clitoris and I had spasm after spasm of an enduring orgasm. I had one, then another spontaneous orgasm. I have had multiple orgasms before but these were especially good.
I could feel her sucking the fluid that was now flowing from my vagina. I was in heaven. Gradually the spasms subsided and slowly she reduced the activity upon me.
Finally she lifted her head and looked up at my heaving body. I could not speak and she smiled.
My heart was racing and my breath coming in gulps. I was completely exhausted and spent. There was not one ounce of energy left in me. She had caused me to have probably one of the most intense orgasms I had endured, and enjoyed in a very long time.
She crawled up and lay beside me, waiting for my breath to return to normal and I could speak.
Finally I had uttered the words I wished to tell her.
“Karen my darling, I love you, that was amazing.”
Karen smiled, “Even if I say it myself, I have not performed as well as that for many months. It takes a woman like you who knows how to accept and enjoy that form of lovemaking to bring the best out of me. You were completely uninhibited. I love you too.”
“Give me a few minutes and I will see if I can emulate the same for you. I am not inexperienced but I doubt I can be that good with you, but I will try the best I can.” I told her.
“Please don’t worry, I know you understand what women like, and can give, I can tell from the way you responded that you have a great deal of experience and I know I will enjoy every moment when it’s your turn to show me how good you are.” Karen was purring like a cat.
I asked. “Where did you get that ability from, I had no idea you were that capable. I know you are bi but I never imagined that you were that experienced.”
“Let’s put it this way, I have had some amazing experiences with other women, as I said earlier we shared rooms at times and there are some very capable lesbians in the company. I have no problems getting partners to share a room with me. I have casual male friends and we sleep together occasionally, but my preference is always toward other women.” Karen smiled as she told me.
“I would never have believed that what we just did would have happened when I asked you to join me for that meal. From now on you and I are going to eat out more often if the menu and the evening always finish like this.” I told her.
“It won’t always be possible, remember I am away quite a bit. I will certainly be giving you a copy of my itinerary as well as my mobile number. We can write up a diary and make every time count. If you have a man maybe we can have a foursome sometime. I am not totally lesbian.” Karen was most enthusiastic.
By now I was beginning to feel like I could begin to give Karen what she had so capably given me. I rolled toward her and went to kiss her.
“Do you want me to rinse my mouth? I still taste of you.” Karen asked.
“No, I know what I taste like; I often lick my fingers when I am masturbating.” I explained.
She came to me and we began as we had begun before. We kissed passionately, only this time I could taste myself on her tongue.
We caressed each other as we had before. Gradually the sexual excitement began to rise again and it wasn’t long before we were both engrossed in a wonderful sharing of our love physically. Our tongues were locked together as we kissed passionately. Our hands were exploring each other bodies. This time it was my time to use my fingers to begin her arousal. She lifted one leg and draped it over my thigh. She had opened herself to give me uninhibited access to her. I sipped two fingers into her and I felt her sigh.
“God I need this.” she uttered.
“How long is it since you did this with somebody else?” I asked.
“About a week, except for a couple of times I have done it myself.” Karen told me.
I made a mental note to tell her about the time I saw the curtains move. Obviously I was right and she was masturbating and I could see her silhouette. If she had not been doing that at that exact time we would never have ended up together like this.
This is one time I was happy Sally, my live in partner, was away. Now that I have found another partner, Karen will be somebody I will love to share myself with.
Now I will have to work out a way to introduce Sally into the fold of three women having sex together. I don’t think she will be a problem sharing me with Karen and I feel Karen will have no problems enjoying the charms that Sally can provide either. I have always been somewhat of a sex case, now I am to ready prove that point. My insatiability will be further tested.
Now I was beginning to lift the tempo of fingering her. My other hand was engaged in manipulating her breasts, squeezing and pulling each nipple as I fingered her. Then I got up on my knees and really began to work on her fingering her with three fingers, kissing her and offering one of my breasts to suckle as I fingered her.
“Slip a finger into my ass.” she whispered.
Karen lifted her legs to grant me access to that part of her. I tucked a pillow under her to support and expose both of her pleasure pits. I licked my finger and obeyed her demand.
She moaned softly as I rimmed her little brown button hole and then slowly inserted my wet finger into her ass up to the first joint and began to finger her ass in the same way I was fingering her vagina. I had both hands vigorously fingering both of her orifices.
Karen began to move in rhythm with my fingering. I bent to kiss her, now engaging all three of her orifices. She couldn’t talk but her body was telling me she was enjoying everything I was doing with her.
I was having a wonderful time and I believe she was having a better one.
I moved my lips from her mouth to her nipples and began to bite each one gently, something I like myself.
She arched her back and moaned with the sensual delight of having her nipples engaged in our sex. Karen was enjoying my attention.
At the same time I was giving her nipples my oral attention my fingers were working internally in both her vagina and her ass.
She wriggled a little to get more sensation, so I increased the action of my fingers and I was now really reaming both her vagina and anus at the same time and pace. She moaned softly, I had achieved something she was enjoying.
After about four or five minutes of me fingering her vagina it was getting a bit dry. The other parts of our body were wet with sweat.
Then I returned to licking her slit until she was damp again.
Now I was down on her glory hole I decided to stay where I was and change from fingering her to licking and tonguing her.
I rubbed my finger through her slit and got it covered in her cunt juice.
Then I reinserted it into her ass.
She moved her body to get comfortable and give me all the access I needed to keep her happy as I serviced that end of her.
There was not a prettier sight, her firm and tight cheeks of her ass with my finger pumping into her and bringing her state of arousal to the next level.
Her vagina was now completely exposed for me to enjoy both physically and visually. She made a beautiful sight and I went back down and applied my tongue to her slit and licked and moistened the walls of her inner labia.
Now I was ready for my next trick,
I opened her labia wide with my fingers and found her clitoris beautifully enclosed in its sheath at the apex of her slit.
Slowly I applied two fingers to the base of her clitoris and squeezed it out of the sheath and admired its pink wet delightful little nub.
It is obviously a nerve designed to provide women with the most amazing sensations.
Irrespective of what it is, I know from my own experience it is the centre of my universe and gives me more pleasure than any other part of my body.
I don’t know if it is equal to the head of a guys cock as they love it when it is sucked and rimmed by your tongue. I can do it to a woman’s clitoris but I have my doubts. I know I cum far quicker when my clit is manipulated, faster than any guy who has his cock head sucked.
It was working on Karen as she began to wriggle and squirm, she was shaking her head from side to side, and that’s a good signal for me.
Her hands came down and pressed my head to her pubic hair. She was very close to her orgasm, her scent was feint and alluring. I squeezed her clit a little harder and rubbed my tongue over it and her whole body jerked and she almost sat upright.
She was only seconds away now.
I put my full face over her clit… squeezed it with my lips… then sucked it out of its sheath again and licked it with my rough tongue.
Karen screamed…. “Oh Fuck… Oh Fuck… what are you doing?…don’t stop…. don’t stop… I am cumming… I am cumming. Oh shit, fuck me… oh dear god, oh…fuck me.”
I thought everybody in the apartment block would now be aware of what we were doing.
Her body was now in one huge spasm of sexual excitement. Her whole body was jerking and shaking with the erotic sensations.
Her breasts were quivering and the sensation was pulsating through her whole body. I could see her tummy muscles contracting time and time again. Her spasms were fantastic.
Her asshole was squeezing my finger which was still half way inside her ass.
Even I was getting some pleasure from just watching her cum.
There was a little flood of female cum or whatever running out of her vagina. I took the opportunity to lick it up as quickly as it came down. She wasn’t spurting but it was flowing slowly. It only lasted a few seconds but I could really taste the scent of a woman and enjoy the flavour of her as well.
This was better than I have ever had when I have fingered Sally. Karen had cum for me in a way that showed me that we had somehow made the perfect match.
I was going to have personal problems now deciding if I could keep two women happy or whether I was going to move my affection to Karen.
After Karen had recovered, we compared notes about how much we had both appreciated, and enjoyed one of the best orgasms of our lives. It would not divert us from having sex with men, but we would be seeking each other out for more of the same from now on.
That night Karen spent the night in my bed and we enjoyed the sensation of having a naked female body to cuddle throughout the night. We both collapsed and were soon asleep, sleeping the most wonderful and satisfactory sleep I had for ages.
The following morning we had sex again. We had sex scissor fashion grinding our vaginas together until we had both came.
Then it was time for 69 engagement and we both managed to enjoy an orgasm each. In fact I had two in the time it took me to get her off once.
Over breakfast Karen asked me about Sally.
I explained I would have to think long and hard about my relationship with her.
During the next two weeks while Sally was away we met a few times for sex, when she was not flying. It soon became obvious Karen and I were both thinking of living together as lovers.
This was going to create problems for me, when Sally came home.
I needn’t have worried.
Sally came home and let me know she had found a man that she wanted to try and live with and see if they could achieve a life together.
The problem of Karen and Sally had been solved …for the time being.
Karen moved in with me for a few days to see if it would work. She believed the situation in my apartment block was more conducive to two lesbians living together than in her block. There were mostly older couples living there and less accepting of the way we wanted to live our lives. Mavis might not appreciate it.
After Karen moved in she was away for a few days flying. Sally invited me over to her lovers place to meet the new man in her life. It didn’t take much and we all enjoyed a three way relationship together. It was so wonderful that Sally was happy and so was I with our new arrangements.
Tim could not believe his luck having two women to satisfy, and be satisfied by.
A few days later Sally was at our apartment removing the last of her things and met Karen. They both hit it off together wonderfully.
Before she left Sally invited both of us over to her place for a meal the following day. This was going to be very interesting.
To cut a long story short, Sally’s man Tim and I enjoyed some bed time together, while Karen and Sally became intimately acquainted.
We had all achieved a perfect partnership, and Tim could not believe his luck. He now had the opportunity to occasionally share three women.
My walk that day had delivered me into the Garden of Eden where the scent of sex was more prevalent than any flower.
