New Experience

[Tara S]

I don't blog, keep a facebook page or other online diary so I thought I'd share a recent experience here with everyone (only the names have been changed to protect the guilty ) :

My gf and I had spent the day with three of her friends on a bit of a road trip to hit some out of the way antique stores in search of some pieces for Joyce's new apartment. It was a fantastic day, and we rode all day in a convertible with the top down. I was feeling quite Thelma and Louiseish, crammed in the back seat between Joyce and my gf (Kate).

Kate's friends are a lot of fun: lesbians, mature, witty, articulate and quite forward. Sometimes Kate refers to their little group as "the coven." Joyce, a proud, loud and political woman of color, is as close to being the leader of the group as the others will allow.

It was a most wonderful day and I was enjoying the intellectual stimulation. I was also enjoying the attention they were giving me as the newest addition to their circle and Kate's lover. Often flirtatious, the goal sometimes seemed to be to fluster me but by and large I held my ground and really felt accepted.

After nightfall it was time to turn back. Leaving the top down to enjoy the night air as we drove, Kate, Joyce and I covered ourselves in a blanket to keep warm. After a while, Kate began to rub my leg underneath the blanket. I stretched out, closed my eyes and put my arm around her, and tried not to draw attention to her affectionate touches to the other girls.

After a few minutes of enjoying my lover's gentle caresses I was shocked to feel Joyce's hand touch my opposite thigh. I tensed up immediately and expected to have it pulled away as if it were an accidental touch, crammed together in the back seat as we were that would not be unexpected. However, her hand did not move, and stayed warmly and firmly on my thigh. I wasn't sure what to do, whether to ignore it or gently move it off with my own hand when Kate's wandering hand brushed against Joyce's intruding hand...

To be continued if there is any interest...

 

[Vail_Indigo]

in the name of all that is holy...
continue!
please? I'll beg if I must

 

[mansome]

I don't blog, keep a facebook page or other online diary so I thought I'd share a recent experience here with everyone (only the names have been changed to protect the guilty ) :

My gf and I had spent the day with three of her friends on a bit of a road trip to hit some out of the way antique stores in search of some pieces for Joyce's new apartment. It was a fantastic day, and we rode all day in a convertible with the top down. I was feeling quite Thelma and Louiseish, crammed in the back seat between Joyce and my gf (Kate).

Kate's friends are a lot of fun: lesbians, mature, witty, articulate and quite forward. Sometimes Kate refers to their little group as "the coven." Joyce, a proud, loud and political woman of color, is as close to being the leader of the group as the others will allow.

It was a most wonderful day and I was enjoying the intellectual stimulation. I was also enjoying the attention they were giving me as the newest addition to their circle and Kate's lover. Often flirtatious, the goal sometimes seemed to be to fluster me but by and large I held my ground and really felt accepted.

After nightfall it was time to turn back. Leaving the top down to enjoy the night air as we drove, Kate, Joyce and I covered ourselves in a blanket to keep warm. After a while, Kate began to rub my leg underneath the blanket. I stretched out, closed my eyes and put my arm around her, and tried not to draw attention to her affectionate touches to the other girls.

After a few minutes of enjoying my lover's gentle caresses I was shocked to feel Joyce's hand touch my opposite thigh. I tensed up immediately and expected to have it pulled away as if it were an accidental touch, crammed together in the back seat as we were that would not be unexpected. However, her hand did not move, and stayed warmly and firmly on my thigh. I wasn't sure what to do, whether to ignore it or gently move it off with my own hand when Kate's wandering hand brushed against Joyce's intruding hand...

To be continued if there is any interest...

yes please continue...

 

[curiouslez84]

Oh, gods yes...hell, I'M begging you. And I don't beg.

 

[Tara S]

Continued:

So as you can imagine it was a pretty unusual situation and I won't lie by saying that I was at all happy with the thought that I was going to be in the center of some huge blow-up.

Taking a few steps back, I should say that I wasn't particularly attracted to Joyce physically and that if I could have chosen anyone other than my gf to make a pass at me it would have been the long, lean April, part-time yoga instructor, sitting in the front passenger seat.

Joyce had one thing that I did admire and that is a solid commanding personality. I like strong people and Joyce has an abundance of intellectual strength and strong character though a bit of furious temper. The first time I met her I made the mistake of arguing with her on a subject she was fiercely passionate about and learned thereafter to avoid such confrontations. Physically she is a little taller than I, and has a classic earth goddess pear shaped body: a small chest flowing down to large hips and strong strong legs. She has piercing brown eyes and thick sensuous lips that hid blaze white teeth. Her skin is a little darker than caramel and she has crowned herself with short dreadlocks.

There I was. Joyce's hand firmly on one thigh, and Kate's running slowly up and down the other. As I mentioned, I thought at first that it was a mistake, and was considering politely brushing it aside, after all we were jammed in the back seat , pressed thigh to thigh with not much room to move and it could have easily been a misplaced hand, except of course that it stayed.

I didn't have time to think of the implications before Kate brushed against the intruder. That moment was sheer terror. I thought for sure a huge argument was going to break out. My stomach dropped as if in free fall.

Kate's hand stopped. She turned ever so slightly to me and whispered into my ear: "Hun, you have an admirer." Then she moved her hand gently on top of Joyce's.

I was relieved immensely, and I'm sure visibly, that we weren't going to fight.

"Why is this all right with her?" I thought.

to be continued - after all I have to stretch out these few and far between interesting bits of my relatively uneventful life.

 

[Filly Gal]

Please continue!!

 

[Tara S]

Kate whispered into my ear: "I really want you to experience this. Relax. Enjoy. Do you trust me? Do you want to go on?"

I turned my head to her and looked into her eyes and whispered "yes." It just seemed right. I trusted her and she had taken me to some many other experiences that I would have never tried on my own. I could always stop if I had to.

I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the seat. Soaking in the sounds of the wind, the car, the radio and my heart which I'm sure everyone could hear pounding in my chest.

Their hands danced up and down my thighs. Tickling and lightly scratching under the blanket, moving up and down but always a little higher. Eventually they are both playing their fingers around the hem of my khaki shorts and my thighs. I am incredibly excited and I can feel the goose bumps raise on my legs.

My shorts are tight enough and with the way I’m sitting they can’t get much further than a finger in.

“Take your pants off,” whispered Kate.

I reached down and fumbled to loosen the seatbelt as Joyce undid the button to my shorts and slid the zipper down. Despite the dark of the night and the blanket it must be obvious now to the two in the front seat what is going on. But, I keep my eyes closed and enjoy the moment.

They slid the shorts down my legs and past my knees. They get caught on my sandals and Kate has to reach down and undo the Velcro straps and remove them so finally the shorts can slip completely off my legs.

Free of the shorts, it feels so strange.

Joyce and Kate guided my legs apart and drape them over their own. Under the blanket I am open to the world with only the thin cotton of my panties between myself and the probing fingers.

Joyce is the first to continue. She traces her fingers along the waistband and brushes against my sex. I’m sure I’ve soaked through by now. Kate continues to hold and gently rub my right thigh.

 

[Tara S]

For what seemed like forever, Joyce traced her finger over my sex. Teasing relentlessly.

She leaned over and whispered to me: "Are you enjoying this?"

"Yes," I replied. As if she couldn't tell by the rigidness of my legs, my heavy breathing and of course the involuntary thrusts of my pelvis when she stroked the area of my clit.

"Do you want my fingers?" she continued.

"Please," I hissed.

"Kiss me then," she replied and then shifted herself to face me better; pulling her left hand from my sex and curling it around my shoulders and moving her right hand down to my waist.

Kate moved and fussed the blanket back into place where it had slipped with Joyce's movements.

I kept my eyes closed.

Joyce's hand cupped my head and turned it towards hers. She kissed me and I kissed back. Slow warm kisses. Tongues entwined. I didn't care who else saw now.

Her right hand pushed down and past the waistband of my now soaked underwear. Her strong fingers found me open and hungry.

Kate placed her own hand over Joyce's and she whispered into my ear "This is so beautiful darling. So beautiful."

I came quickly. My moans stifled by Joyce's tongue.

Joyce relaxed her hand and slowly eased me down. Our embrace lingered for moments and then I was back again, head on the seat, the wind in my ears. Joyce and Kate kept their hands on my thighs, but I closed them and returned to my original position. It was warm under the blanket now and I focussed on letting myself return slowly to consciousness as if from a dream.

 

[BiTodd]

Oh my god that was very sexy! Did you say it was the first time you had been touched that way by a female?
You write really sexy too. I like hearing about you cumming.