by Sasha Bond
I didn't need to be told twice as I leaned forward and took her left hard nipple in my mouth as I simultaneously cupped it. I was in awe, the entire situation completely surreal.
I swirled my tongue around her nipple, I playfully bit it, before replicating the attention on her other breast.
"That's so good, Elizabeth," she purred. After a moment, she ordered, "On your knees, sexy."
I had been told that many times, but never by a girl. I lowered myself to my knees and watched with eager anticipation as she pulled her skirt off. She too wasn't wearing any panties and I was now staring at her beautiful, glistening, shaved pouting pussy.
I felt like her pussy was calling my name.
Simone sat down on the grass, lay back, spread her legs and offered, "Go on, Elizabeth, lick me."
"I-I-I've never done this before," I stammered, not that I didn't want to. I desperately wanted to. I just didn't want to disappoint her.
"Now don't be shy, sexy, I know you'll be a natural," she purred, her voice so tender and alluring.
I crawled between her tanned legs, moved my head to her inviting pussy, extended my tongue and began licking.
Her pussy tasted so sweet, unlike what I'd imagined, especially considering how most men bitch about eating pussy (yet they sure expect us ladies to suck cock at the drop of a hat).
I wanted more of her taste; I wanted to fuck her pussy with my tongue. I tried to use my tongue as a small cock. I struggled at first, but I eventually got my tongue in her small tight hole.
"Finger me too, Elizabeth," she ordered, her moans soft and sexy.
I moved my tongue to her swollen labia as I slid my finger inside her. I searched for her g-spot, not something I had any experience in finding, while simultaneously flicking on her clit.
"That's it, your tongue feels so good," she moaned, as her hands went to the back of my head.
I didn't find her g-spot, but I was making her moan.
She grabbed my head, and began grinding her pussy all over my face. I pulled my finger out and focused on licking while she literally fucked my face.
She soon screamed, "Yesssssss," and I received my first female cum facial.
I lapped up her juices which were as sweet as the punch juice that got me intoxicated enough to end up in this exhilarating situation.
Unfortunately, even though we would get together a couple more times, it was never as thrilling as the first time and eventually I began dating a football player, a relationship that lasted a couple of years... never again tasting the sweet nectar of a woman.
Yet, for the first time in eight years, I was drawn to a woman...well a girl...she couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen.
I watched her as if I were again a junior in college. She was wearing a blue dress so short that when she sat down I could see almost the entire top of her thigh high stockings. I had become a stockings addict because of Jason and his obsession with them and came to see them as a great accessory for my outfits as well as accentuating my best asset, my legs.
I was almost drunk enough to comment on her hosiery choice, but she looked barely eighteen and I was thirty...that could only come across as creepy.
She was also wearing five inch heels and I couldn't help but wonder how she didn't kill herself in them.
She seemed to notice me staring at her legs and heels so I quickly turned away, which only made it more obvious.
Until the play started, I tried to focus on my sweet boyfriend who was giving me a great thirtieth birthday party.
Yet, the temptation to look at this intriguing teenager was overwhelming.
Jason asked, "So, are you enjoying your thirtieth birthday?"
"It's the best thirtieth party I have ever had," I playfully replied.
As he chatted, I tried to focus on his words, but I couldn't get Simone out of my head, nor her teenage lookalike.
I mean, sure, on occasion I saw a beautiful woman, usually younger, and gushed a little as I remembered the exhilarating rush of sexual submission to Simone... yet fantasy and the past tended to never become today's reality.
That said, fantasy wise, I have a lot of kinky fantasies that are on my sexual bucket list:
1. Be taken by a well-hung black man.
2. Be gangbanged by a group of well hung black guys.
3. A night with a transsexual. A girl with a dick is such a turn-on (I'm pretty sure I like dick too much to ever completely cross over to the other side).
4. To be triple teamed with three cocks pounding away all at once is fun to imagine.
5. Being a cocksucker for a whole team (preferably a football team) and having it turn into a bukkake (I do love the feeling of cum spraying on my face...a slutty kink of my girl-next-door look).
There are others, but to say the least, my fantasy life is a lot more interesting than my actual life.
I took a couple more quick glances before the play started, but she didn't seem to notice as she chatted with her mom. Yet, having her right leg crossed over into her left gave me a very good look of the top of her thigh high stockings. Plus, her dress didn't remotely hide her firm perky breasts.
I could feel my pussy getting tingly and was worried I would gush in these extravagant seats (maybe I should have worn at least a thong).
I couldn't remember feeling this giddy around another woman in years and she didn't have any clue what impact she was having on me.
She was easily one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, somehow mixing a natural innocence with a powerful persona...and this I got without talking to her. She just exuded a confidence in her look and dress...again a similar vibe to Simone all those years ago.
I was curious if her eyes were blue like mine. Her blonde hair was in a bun, which allowed her to showcase her facial features...which were utterly flawless... just like Simone.
As the lights went down, I turned to the stage. I love musicals, having seen many including Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon, Guys and Dolls, Jesus Christ, Superstar, and Grease...just to name a few. But Book of Mormon was my favourite... this being the third time I'd seen it.
I tried to focus on the show, my right hand in my boyfriend's hand, but it was undeniably a struggle. My past, my one lesbian tryst, kept playing in my head.
The teen beside me, (was she even eighteen?) only enhanced my inability to focus as she continually kept shifting in her seat, crossing her legs and even playing with her dress and rubbing her nylon-clad legs.
I took a plethora of glances at her, particularly every time she changed positions. When she began rubbing her leg, I starred at her hands, her finger nails painted purple, curious if her toes were of a matching colour, and her sexy legs.
I tried to pull my eyes away from her hypnotic movements but couldn't, even as they broke out into one of my favourite songs, 'Turn it Off.'
As the play continued, she continued to draw me in. I tried to focus on the play, the humour and the dance numbers, but I continued to be drawn to her legs in nylons.
Being dark, I assumed she couldn't tell I was staring, drooling and leaking over her, but when I heard her heel hit the ground, I watched as she moved her stocking-clad foot to the balcony and answered my question, she had indeed painted her toenails the same unique purple. Her feet in the dark mocha colour were sexy and I couldn't stop staring, no longer even feigning interest in the play that I loved.
She wiggled her toes, she leaned forward and fixed the seam that was slightly askew and then, using both hands, slowly moved her hands from her ankle up her calf to her knee and then to her thigh.
I was completely intoxicated by this young woman, my pussy so wet I felt a gush leak out of me. 'Shit, I wish I could just get up and find a place to get off.' I thought to myself as my pussy burned.
I imagined her pointing to the floor and me obediently dropping to my knees.
I imagined her opening her legs and again wordlessly pointing to her pussy.
I imagined both my boyfriend and her mother w
atching as I was helplessly drawn to her...so much that obeying her, tasting her, overrode common sense and dignity.
I imagined leaning forward, extending my tongue, and tasting what could only be an exotic perfection.
I didn't even notice the final song of the first act end. Only the clapping and the lights going on woke me out of my vivid day dream.
I looked at her and she was smiling directly at me.
My face burned red as I quickly looked away and to my boyfriend who was also staring at the teen's leg and foot (he too had a nylon fetish, actually his favourite way to get off was a nylon-clad foot job. Because of that, all my nylons were sheer silk).
"I need to pee," I declared, needing to calm myself down. Although, I was worried about the wet spot that I had definitely created on my chair. So as I stood up, I put my program on my evidence of sin and glanced back to her.
She was already up and walking the other way. I stared at her ass and noticed her nylons actually had a seam going up the back.
As I stared, she turned around and smiled... a knowing smile.
My face burned red again as I again turned around as Jason took my hand and led me the other way.
As we made our way to the main floor and the wine, he asked, "Are you enjoying the show?"
"Which one?" I asked, trying to spin my obsession onto him.
"She is distracting," he replied.
"I bet she is," I smirked, hiding my obsession by playing on his.
"Do you want another glass of wine?" He asked changing the subject.
"Do you want to fuck my ass?" I asked flirtatiously, horny as hell. I then realized I had ruined the surprise. We had talked about it on occasion, even tried it once, so it wasn't completely out of the blue, but he was definitely surprised. But that time we didn't use lube and it hurt like hell. But for the past couple of months, I had been prepping my ass with lube and butt plugs. For some reason, the idea of getting ass fucked turned me on, especially because everyone sees me as so prim and proper.
He stammered, "Y-y-yes."
"Then you'd better make sure I'm feeling pretty buzzed, so my inhibitions are completely gone," I winked, before adding, "I do really need to pee."
I left him in line and headed to the washroom, which, of course, had a long line.
The entire time in line I tried to figure out what it was that was drawing me to her. I mean I saw women in nylons lots, I saw beautiful women often and none of them had the effect this teenager was having.
Maybe it was the wine.
Maybe it was just that I was turning thirty, beginning to question if Jason was the one and going through my own personal sexual self-awakening.
Maybe it was her eerie resemblance to Simone.
When I was leaving the bathroom, after deciding to not get myself off in a bathroom full of women, I felt someone grab my arm.
A voice asked, "Are you enjoying the show so far?"
I turned around. It was her. I stammered, "Y-y-yes, it's been very enjoyable."
"The play or me?" she asked, as if looking right inside me.
"Pardon?" I questioned, trying to feign innocence.
"I know you've been checking me out," she said, staring into my eyes.
"I have not," I lied, staring into her beautiful blue eyes.
"Tell you what," she said. "I have a very special thirtieth birthday present for you. If you want it you will leave at the beginning of 'Baptize Me' and wait for me on the third floor balcony bathroom. The final stall."
Before I had time to respond from the blunt offer she walked away. I watched her until she was out of view.
As my head was spinning with her offer, an announcement was made that the play was going to commence in five minutes.
I began walking back and saw Jason looking my way. I went to him, grabbed the wine and downed it as if it was water as he asked, "What took so long?"
After finishing my wine, I replied, my head suddenly feeling light, "I wish women could pee standing up."
"Just one of many perks to being a guy," he smiled.
"Tell me about it," I nodded, taking his hand and heading back up the stairs and to our seats.
As we returned, the unnamed girl was already seated and chatting with her mom.
I sat down, feeling very tipsy. A mixture of giddiness and trepidation bounced inside me.
Was she serious?
Why would she say such things if she wasn't?
How did she know it was my birthday?
Did I want to? Fantasy is one thing, but making it reality was a whole different matter.
I glanced towards her. She was pointing at something on stage while chatting with her very pretty mom, which gave me a chance to stare again at her lovely legs.
The lights dimmed and I had only a few songs to make a decision. A decision fraught with consequence. My clouded drunken mind had a hard time considering the negative as my pussy burned and leaked with fevered excitement.
Yet, I was thirty now. Thirty year olds didn't go and have sex in a girl's washroom...especially at a Broadway show with a teenager.
Yet, I was horny as hell and completely intoxicated by this confident, forward seductive teen... just like I had been all those years ago.
Yet, my boyfriend was right beside me, his left hand on my right leg.
As the first number began, after a lengthy interlude to make sure everyone was seated, I felt a hand on my left leg.
A chill went down my spine and a gush of wetness flooded out of me... again.
Her hand was on my leg and slowly slithered its way under my dress.
I bit my lip to not let out a moan.
I should have stopped her, yet instead I allowed the beautiful stranger to explore me.
Reaching the top of my stockings and feeling my garter, she paused.
I refused to look at her, my eyes transfixed on the play I wasn't remotely watching or processing.
I waited, with bated breath, to see if her hand was going to explore any further up, my fiery leaking pussy ready to erupt.
But, she didn't.
She just lingered there, ever so slowly caressing the top of my sheer silk stockings.
When the song ended, both hands on both my legs left as they clapped.
I did too, albeit greatly delayed, as my drunken, over-stimulated mind tried to focus on why I was here...to see the play I loved.
As the play continued, Jason's hand returned to my leg, but hers didn't.
I kept waiting with anticipation for her hand to return, yet it didn't throughout the entire number.
Then, as the third song began, my favourite, 'I Believe'. I felt her hand finally go to mine and she put something in my hand.
She gave me her wet panties.
Oh…My…God!!
My face went beet red in the dark, as a chill went up my spine.
She gave my hand a firm squeeze before moving it away.
I knew I was supposed to leave once the next song started. My pussy was leaking with anticipation, my chair literally dripping with wetness, having repositioned myself so my leaking pussy was at the edge of the chair so I wouldn't soil the chair, instead I would make a puddle on the floor.
I had decided. I was definitely going to go to the washroom, I was too curious not to. When the third song ended, I took a deep breath and glanced over to the teenager. She was staring at me with a slight smile on her face.
As soon as the characters broke into the song that I was supposed to leave to, I whispered to Jason, "Sorry, I have to go the washroom."
"Now?" He questioned.
"Too much wine," I answered, which was a very believable excuse.
"Okay," he nodded, moving his legs so I could as discreetly as possible exit the balcony.
I walked out, found the stairs and climbed up to the third balcony floor.
I saw the bathroom at the far end of the lobby and walked to it. My mind was spinning and my body was tingling with anticipation.
I reached the
bathroom and was surprised to see it only had two stalls; it was a lot smaller than the main lobby bathroom.
I went to the last stall and waited, feeling like a kid waiting to unwrap a present on Christmas morning.
I took her panties and moved them to my nose. As expected, her scent was intoxicating and I imagined how much stronger it would be directly from the source. I also wondered if it would taste as amazing as Simone's did all those years ago.