Carole is 42, beautiful, incredible body, black hair to her shoulders, milk and honey complexion, tall and gorgeous in all ways. I am Mags, 20, medium tall, not too toned but not fat at all, I have mousy brown hair, small boobs, or tits as Carole insisted I call them, and a pretty nice face.I’ve had boyfriends, had sex with them, and even two one night stands in college, one of those was my intent, the other I didn’t intend but the guy never wanted to be with me again. I’ve never had anything sexual to do with another woman, other than on a party dare I let a girl kiss me and feel my boobs over my blouse. I did the same to her. Carole and I work at the same lab, I’m a paid intern and she is the head of the department. She’s brilliant, an absolute genius and again . . . probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in person.
On late nights Carole would take my hand in hers, place it on equipment to show me how to operate it, and when off the piece of gear, she still laid her hand on mine, very softly, when she removed it, she’d let her fingertips and nails, just glaze across my skin. I have to say that I found it a turn on. It felt good, but it went directly to my kitty, or as I was instructed all weekend to call it, my pussy, or my cunt. After a few of those touches I would get wet between my legs, seeming like I was constantly rubbing my thighs together. Sometimes we’d have carryout and eat at the lab, when we did her hand would always find my hand or my bare arm. To tell the truth it made me shudder, and swallow, and of course get my pussy wet. I never asked her to take her hand away, things progressed to her even laying her hand on my legs when we were sitting down and talking or eating. She’d move it around, not overtly sexual but I was getting more and more turned on.
Sometimes at dinners after working late, we always seemed to be in low lighted restaurants, and to tell the truth I liked when we’d get a booth, semi circular in the corner and her hands would wander. She finally asked me if it bothered me, explaining that she was just a “touchy feely” person. I told her it not only didn’t bother me, I liked it. That put things into a higher gear. She said that she was interested in me, liked me, not in the friend sort of way but in the way that could take it to a higher plain. She asked if I’d ever been with another woman and I had not. She again asked if she was being too forward and I pulled her hand under the table to my skirt which I had hiked up, and placed it on my bare thigh. She smiled wide and rubbed my thigh on the inside using those glazing fingers, and my legs just automatically parted. She moved up to my panties and I let her but put my hand on her down under the table to be sure she didn’t go under my panties. I told her that I’d never done anything like this before. “then we’ll take it really slowly, and both enjoy it, I assure you” she whispered into my ear. Pulling back her hand and her head, she gave me a kiss on the ear. I inexplicably let out a moan.
“I’ll tell you what. I want to go back to my place, we’ll have some drinks, we’ll go by your place to get you clothes for tomorrow. I’ll drop you off at classes in the morning. But when we get to my place, we are NOT going to have sex. I repeat, I’m not seducing you for sex tonight. Instead, we are going to spend the rest of the night naked with each other, enjoying each other in conversation, perhaps touching and nothing more. A kiss now and then would be nice too, but that is up to you. Then we’ll have a shower, I’ll bathe you and we’ll go to bed naked, and get up in the morning and I’ll take you to class. Sound good?”
With a glaze from her fingers on my inner thigh again, resting against my pussy and my panties I agreed. We spent the night naked, kissing lightly, I was there in my brown haired bush glory, she in her black haired trimmed pussy mound, her breasts were C cups and didn’t droop or sag, she was incredible. Her legs were like a goddess leading up to a very pretty, pert ass. Me in my flabby glory as we sat, talked, occasionally kissed, stroked each other, felt each other her always countering, even with her hand on my brown haired mound, “We’re not going to have sex tonight”. She meant it. I was sopping, and so was she. I actually asked her if I could use my tongue on her, and she said NO, I asked if she would on me – NO, I asked if I could use my hand on her, NO and the other way around. It was pure hell, I couldn’t bear it. I told her so, and she wouldn’t go back on her word. It was a NO SEX night. Carole made me go through three different nights like that, on the last of those she let me rub myself to cum. She watched and then took my fingers and pushed them into her mouth. “Tastes so good, just like I thought it would” she said.
So last wednesday she asked me to go away with her for the weekend, and be a lesbian with her. I never though of myself as a lesbian but I wanted to have lesbian sex with Carole, I wanted it more than I’ve ever wanted any sex from anyone ever. I agreed. We took a private jet to the mountains and at her mountain cabin, alone in the woods, no one around we could be totally naked the entire time and we were. This time the sex was constant. I reminded her that she’d need to tell me what she wants. She was right, when the time came I knew what i wanted and she knew what I wanted, and I knew what she wanted. I spent Monday through Tuesday being a true lesbian, and the most satisfied woman sexually I’ve ever been. Four days of being so free that we could walk out on the deck, walk around the woods naked, no one but each other was incredible as well as incredibly sexy.
We came back and she in front of everyone was back to being head of the department, the lab genius, and I the intern. Still late nights, still the touches, only she did ask that I wear skirts more often and no panties, and no bra. I do it for her, we have had sex, but now back in the real world, I start to wonder, I see some guys I’ve gone out with, yes had sex with and wonder. I had sex with two of them and it was good but I don’t dare tell Carole. I’m afraid to ruin it with her should she know I let a couple of guys put their cocks in me.
I am spoiled now, I don’t know what to do, I honestly don’t know if I’m a lesbian or not. But I love being with her, I think I love her, but I have no indication from her that she loves me back.
🔞 Sexstories.top 🔥 Sex Stories – Roleplay, Erotic Stories, Adult Stories 🕹️
#Lesbian #Mature #Voyeur
Leave a comment