It’s time to tell you about my girlfriends so I’ll start by telling you about Pauline, and how we met.
Whenever my boyfriend, Phil, works nights we often have sex when he gets home and into bed at about 6am. Well, sometimes I don’t go back to sleep afterwards and I like to go down to our local leisure centre for an early morning swim. I love it early in the morning when it’s almost deserted. I often saw Pauline there getting some exercise before going home from her job. She’s a police officer and she occasionally arrives in her uniform after being on duty all night.
For weeks I wondered what she wore underneath and what her body looked like but she always went to a far corner of the room to change into her swimsuit and she made sure she didn’t expose herself. Then one day I got lucky. They decided to paint out the changing room and left only a small area for people to use so we had to crowd together.
As usual I stripped naked and took my time getting into my suit so she could get a good look at me if she wanted but she kept her back to me. I watched as she reached under her skirt to pull down her black tights and knickers before stepping into her swimsuit. Then she took off her blouse and bra and fitted the suit to her front. I saw almost nothing but when she turned around I noticed she took a slow look between my open thighs at my shaved pussy.
We were the only ones in the pool and as usual she raced up and down while I just splashed about. She’s quite fit and a powerful swimmer. I just like to wallow around. I think I get more exercise in bed than I do in the pool.
When she rested against the edge of the pool I got alongside her and started chatting. I made sure our legs “accidentally” touched under the water. At first she reacted by moving hers away but I persisted and just smiled at her. After a while she relaxed and let me rub my foot up and down her calf and I knew I was in with a chance. I suggested we have a coffee together and we returned to the changing room.
Again she kept her back to me and held a towel to her front as she walked to the shower and then stood facing the wall. I got a bit horny watching her fit body and round bottom as she showered but I still couldn’t get a look at her front. It was quite amusing watching her try to get dressed without showing me anything and I realised she was very inhibited around other women, or was it just me she was nervous of?
Over coffee she began to tell me about herself and once she’d started she opened up completely. She’s got a law degree and entered the police force on a fast track promotion scheme. At first she’d loved the job but then grew to hate it because of the macho attitudes of her senior male colleagues. She felt she had to work twice as hard to prove the equal of her male counterparts. Her husband left her four years ago because he couldn’t cope with her career ambitions.
By then she was close to tears and I gently held her hand.
She grinned a little and told me the only sexual pleasure she got came from the hand I was holding. Her mention of sex opened the door for me so I came right out and told her I was bisexual and that I’d dearly love to go to bed with her.
She didn’t flinch or pull her hand away from mine but she did shake her head and muttered something about never doing it with a girl. I told her she didn’t know what she was missing and also if she didn’t like it she wouldn’t have to do it again.
I was a bit surprised when she nodded her head. I thought I’d have to use a lot more persuasion on her.
As Phil was sleeping at our home, we had to go to her house and I was a bit shocked when we entered. It was really untidy, not dirty, just untidy. There were discarded clothes everywhere and the kitchen was full of unwashed dishes. There were also several empty glasses lying around, which Pauline hastily tried to clear away.
She must have sensed my surprise because she collapsed into a chair and burst into tears. I sat on the arm and comforted her and soon everything flowed from her.
Her job, her lack of a relationship, her tiredness, and she confessed to the beginnings of a drink problem. Having someone to talk to helped her enormously but I realised she was very tired. I put my erotic desires aside for a while and I sent her to take a bath and then got her into bed. I stroked her hair until she fell asleep then I spent some time cleaning up her home. I washed dishes, loaded the washing machine and generally made the place a more pleasant place to be. It was a good couple of hours later as I ate a sandwich that Pauline appeared in the doorway, looking much better. Refreshed and in a simple but sexy short nightie.
She shared my snack and we chatted like old friends. Obviously she was a lonely girl and needed an outlet for her feelings. We were standing side by side doing the washing up when out of the blue she asked me if I still wanted her. I told her I did, very much, but told her the next move was hers to make. Her response was to take my hand and lead me to her bedroom. As I followed her up the stairs I could hardly take my eyes of her naked bottom, which peeped out from the bottom of her nightie. In her room was a full-length mirror and I made her stand in front of it as I wrapped my arms around her in a tender hug.
At first she was a bit tense but she relaxed as I stroked my hands down her arms and onto her hips. We both watched in the mirror as I eased up her short gown.
I couldn’t believe the sight that I revealed. Pauline’s pussy was gloriously hairy, thick and curly, and there was a line of fine hair running up from the top of her triangle to her belly button. The sight was such a contrast to my own shaven mound. Her nipples were very erect and very dark, just aching to be sucked.
I steered her to her bed and quickly undressed and got in with her. We lay like spoons, her back to my front and I held her in my arms, pulling her close to me so her bottom pressed hard on my pussy. I just nuzzled her neck and stroked her tummy for a while, occasionally moving my hand to her hip or thigh while I licked her ear.
I was thrilled to hear her making little sounds of pleasure and even more thrilled when she took my hand and steered it to her breasts. They were not very large but I cupped them and rolled the nipples around with my fingers.
Soon she began to rub her thighs together to stimulate her sex so I began to explore her pubic hair, stroking it one way and then another, riffling it through my fingers, all the time avoiding touching her vagina. Pauline jerked her body to try and make me touch her properly but in the end she had to plead with me. She was on such a sexual high that she begged for release.
I made her wait and wait until, finally, I covered her cunt with my hand and found the wettest, slipperiest, swollen labia I’ve ever touched. It was as if her sex was liberally coated with warm olive oil. Quickly I slipped two fingers inside her and began a rhythmic action. I pushed hard against her bottom and wished I were a man with a massive cock that I could slam into her.
A single flick of her clit was all it took to make her cum. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her shrieks and her whole body shuddered for minutes on end. Little aftershocks made her tremble for ages after, as I kept up light pressure on her pussy.
When she rolled onto her back I took my fingers out and let her watch me lick them clean, then I fingered her again and she did the licking. I couldn’t believe the amount of juice she leaked, the bed under her was saturated.
I desperately wanted to go down on her but something told me not to move ahead too quickly so I carried on making her lick her cum off my fingers. Finally, I started to arouse her again. I slowly fingered her whole pussy area, moving gradually towards her clit. Then I concentrated solely on her bud until she was near to cumming.
Then I spoke to her for the first time in ages. I told her that never again was she to try to keep quiet during an orgasm whoever she was with or wherever she was. I told her that I was very vocal during sex and I didn’t care who heard me. (No. That’s a lie. I don’t masturbate in work for obvious reasons!)
Pauline nodded and begged me to bring her off. I did just that and boy did she howl. Her body arched off the bed and she wailed and I swear a spray of juice shot out of her pussy as she came.
As soon as her tremors died away she rolled over against me and fell to sleep. Just like most of the men I’ve had sex with, but I knew this had been a very emotional as well as physical thing for her so I didn’t take offence.
I don’t see her very often but we really do enjoy being in bed together. She’s a much happier girl now. Her career has taken a turn for the better and she’s much more aware of her sexuality. I’ve even got her wearing sexy lingerie to work and she’s much less inhibited in the changing room. I love seeing her pussy bush tumbling from the sides of her lacy knickers and she has no problem letting me look.
She’s content in her job and her sex life is varied and fulfilling, and not only with me. I saw a lot of her at first and helped her to change her outlook and the way other people saw her. I got her to re-style her hair, use a bit of make-up, and dress more daringly. She still wears her police uniform to work but at my insistence she always wears elegant undies underneath, or so I thought.
I happened to meet her shopping in a supermarket one evening. We hadn’t seen each other for a while and we just looked at each other, both knowing we wanted to kiss. Pauline was still in uniform, obviously on her way home from work and she asked me if I was free to come over to her place.
You bet I was.
Once we got there she seemed a little nervous. She wouldn’t let me help put her shopping away and then tried to stop me holding her and feeling her. She even tried to wriggle free when I pulled her to me. I refused to let her go to get changed, as I wanted to take the uniform off her. I had to be quite forceful and I found out why she was nervous when I got a hand down the back of her skirt and found she was wearing tights.
I stood back and glared at her and I was amazed when her eyes filed with tears and she went red. Early in our relationship I’d told her if I ever caught her wearing tights without my permission I’d punish her. What I didn’t realise was how seriously she’d taken my threat.
I decided to take advantage of the situation to have some fun. I demanded an explanation and she was quivering when she told me she only wore tights on days when she used the gym at lunchtime in work, because she felt more comfortable in the changing room. I scolded her and told her that was the whole idea. I wanted her to display herself in front of other girls. I told her I was going to punish her for wearing tights and for not asking my permission.
I was very stern with her and she nodded meekly, biting her lower lip. I made her lift her skirt above her waist and I have to admit the sight of her snow white knickers under the black nylon was very erotic and I almost forgave her. I got her to kneel on the floor in front of a coffee table and made her lean forward. I lifted her skirt right up and stroked her bottom. I found a plastic ruler and used it to tap her thighs and bottom, lightly at first, then harder until Pauline began to moan. I stopped and peeled down her tights, leaving her knickers in place. I fingered the elastic around the edges of her pants for a while, then pulled them down as well.
I traced my finger tips over the faint pink lines left on her skin by the elastic and gradually let my hand get closer to her pussy. Closer and closer, and Pauline was almost pleading to be touched. I kept her right on the edge then just as she thought I was going to touch her cunt I stopped and smacked her bottom hard. I really did smack her, until her bottom was glowing red. Then I stopped and began to kiss her bum. I licked and kissed and put a hand between her legs and cupped her pussy.
She was dripping juice and I slipped my fingers into her hole and rammed her. She took four fingers easily and I’m sure I could have fisted her but my own needs took over. I licked her juice off my hand then made her stand up. I took off her skirt, blouse and bra and made her hobble into the bedroom with her tights and panties around her knees. I pushed her onto the bed, stripped off and dived on top of her. My mouth went straight to her cunt and I bathed my face in her wetness. She was so delicious and when she came I’m positive she squirted juice into my mouth.
I moved up and kissed her, and she licked all around my face. I spent the night in her bed and we made love all night. No vibes, no cocks, no dildos, just fingers and mouths and it was sensational.
A few weeks later Pauline called me and told me that the TV cameras would be at an awards ceremony later in the week and that she’d be in the background. Sure enough, on the evening news there she was looking gorgeous in her best uniform looking on as the Chief Constable handed out medals. Only she and I knew that, under her skirt, her stockings were held up by a pink lacy six strap suspender belt and that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.
