by Lamoi Kerr
“Clearly something is wrong. I’m over that incident and I’ve told you that.”
“Then why haven’t we spent some time together?” I really wanted to say why haven’t you fucked the shit out of me, I’m dying here.
“I don’t get it. I have to work. What else do you want me to do? I’m doing all I can. I love you and you know that. I’m working my butt off for us.”
“What time did you come in last night?”
“Aah. A little after twelve, you were fast asleep so I didn’t bother to wake you. Why?”
“I had made a special meal for us. I was hoping we could do something new last night.”
“Something new? Like? . . .”
“Something sexy Paul. Like making a little baby girl.”
“What’s this baby rush about?”
“I’m not getting any younger Paul.”
Me either. But I just want to focus on work for now, if I could just . . .”
I threw my hand up.
“For HEAVEN SAKES!”
“What?!”
“Can we just take about us and save the career talk for between the hours nine to five?”
“What is this sexy thing about then?”
“US! I’m trying to get sexy to save US!”
“Sexy in that?”
He pointed to my attire, Paul’s oversized plaid pajamas. I looked down, indeed it was an unsexy attire. A bit embarrassed I forwent commenting on it and suggested,
“We need to try new sexual things, our bedroom is a bit dull. I’m not afraid to admit that, good god I couldn’t even think of something sexy to do for you this evening.” Paul’s face got blank and he looked over to the drawer for his briefcase mid-way my speech, “but I’m trying. I’m trying Paul, I’m trying.” Paul looked over at me and saw it was a deeply rooted problem for me, his face became emphatic and his motion slowed, “I just want you to try too. Is that too much for a wife to ask of his husband?”
“No hun.” His tone was low, “It’s not. I promise you that tonight, I’ll be home early and I’ll have something very special for you, okay. Promise.” Paul was highly respected in the law fraternity because he was always a man of his words.
He peck kissed her on her lips and headed off to work. There was a soft echo in the back of my mind. It was the voice of Kelly.
“The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
I wondered what she meant?
I showered jumped in my sky blue sexy short skirt and went to the mall. I knew exactly what I would get for our steamy night tonight.
CHAPTER 4
Turning A Straight Woman Into A Lesbian
I pulled into the dark parking lot under the building, it was really dark, too dark, then I realized it seemed darker than it actually was because I had on my dark oversized sunglasses. Then out of nowhere a dark thought crept into my mind. What if my husband was cheating?
What if what Jessie had said was true? Or better yet what if who Paul was cheating with was none other than Jessie herself. Oh no. No, no, no, Paul’s a divorce lawyer, he’s quite aware of how much he would lose by cheating, half of everything. Though I deserve every bit of the half, I didn’t want to lose the man who took my virginity, the only man I had ever had sex with, the man I got married to, the man I wanted to have children for, Paul. We’ve came such a long way and I don’t want to lose all of my life that I had given up to him just like that. Was it true that all men cheat?
Should I divorce Paul if he was cheating?
Curiosity was getting the best of me. I pulled my phone out my black Chanel handbag.
I was at the elevator to go up and decided that I’d take the stairs instead. After climbing my way up to the third floor, my ankles were hurting sore. It was a terrible idea to take the stairs in these five inches Louboutin heels. I’m not all stuck up in fashion or anything, I was going to wear sneaks but they would not look as well with my skirt, these light blue heels were amazing with my tight skirt and I liked the way they accentuated my shapely legs. They always made me feel sexy and today was no different. I boarded the busy escalator on the third floor going up to the fifth to the Angel’s Lingerie Boutique. That’s when I caught a glimpse of a redhead on the opposite end going down.
Immediately it reminded me of Jessie but it wasn’t her. This redhead was a boy it seemed, shorter hair, black sagging jeans, metal goth belt and red and black plaid button up long sleeve, the top half of the shirt wore open up.
At a second glance with a slight turn of the person’s face toward me and the person going farther and farther away, the face looked a bit feminine. I popped my glasses off and concentrated hard to see clearly, maybe slightly hoping it was Jessie, for if it was her she could actually help me pick out something sexy. As I strained my eyes even harder, the person was already at the end of the escalator ride, she turned right and headed out of my sight.
After trying on one teddy styled lingerie and four bustier styled lingerie as I think, these would go well with my heavily endowed bosom I finally fell in love with this one, a purple laced up corset with garter belts when the redhead walked into the store with a friend’s arm latched around ‘her’ waist. It was indeed a girl. I was through now, I felt a bit shy trying on anything else knowing more customers were in the store.
CHAPTER 5
First Time
I stepped back into the changing room quickly, hiding my body and the lingerie from the glances of the other women. Thoughts of Jessie spun in my mind. But that redhead couldn’t be her—she always dressed so professionally in the office there was no way she was into all that Goth look stuff. And a girlfriend? I had gotten the idea Jessie was single. And straight. I shook my head at the mirrored reflection staring back at me.
My breasts really were outstanding in this corset, the deep purple gorgeous against my skin. I looked younger. If Paul didn’t want to fuck me dressed like this, then he had to be cheating. Hell, I wanted to fuck myself. Right here, right now.
The idea stuck in my head. I glanced down my body in the mirror. I’ve never tried anything racy or risqué before. I’m sure IF Jessie were here she would say stop being dead, start to live, be a bad girl. I took a considering sigh. Why not? Why the hell not. Oh just let me this one time touch myself in public.
I eased a finger between the ribbon ties of the corset. Finding my nipple, I stroked over it. My head tilted back. My mouth hung open. The nipple pebbled and grew sensitive. I flicked it back and forth, groaning at the feeling, spread my legs a bit, widening and steadying my stance. My knees were shaking.
Suddenly, from behind me, I heard the changing room door swung squeakily open. I looked past my shoulder in the mirror, my finger stilled, and my eyes half-lidded.
“Jessie?”
“Whoa, Cindy,” she squealed, then clapped a hand over her mouth and whispered again. Entering the changing room, she closed the door and locked it. I shuffled forward, still lost in a daze, and sat on the little bench facing her. My hand rested inside the corset, over my breast. Her eyes darted there and she smiled, a soft, knowing smile.
“You are supposed to lock the door.”
“Oh.”
We stared at each other, then my gaze trailed over the sexy numbers hanging from her hand.
“Pretty colors. I like the red.”
“I like your purple,” she replied. Her hands moved to rest on my shoulders. Her grip warm and strong. She dropped her collection of lingerie on the seat beside me. “Getting something for your husband?” Her pouty lips—how could I think them so masculine only moments before?—flattened into a smirk. A teasing grin. “Or yourself?”
“Paul,” I stammered. She stepped closer and it’s was as if I could now feel her shadow overcast on me.
“Wrong, Cindy. Always buy lingerie for yourself. If it turns you on it will turn your partner on. Sexy is not in the clothing. Sexy is in the confidence.” Her words reached into my heart and soul and tugged me from my stupor. She was right. I was beginning to
understand Jessie almost always was. “And I’m pretty sure this little number turns you on quite a bit.” She stroked one palm down from my shoulder to cover my breast. She trapped my hand within the corset. “Having some fun?”
I nodded. “I’m sor—”
“Don’t be.” Her hand tapped against my chest. I felt her fingers, small and slender, ease beneath the neckline and caress the top of my hand.
“I thought I locked the door.” My voice was shaky, huskier.
“No harm, no foul.” Her other palm stroked up the column of my neck. I shivered with anticipation. I had thought her my husband’s affair. But now, now I knew she wasn’t his type. She was mine. I felt desire pool low in my stomach. I felt moisture wet my panties—the black satin thong I wore beneath the corset.
Her hand cupped my chin and lifted my face so that I was once again staring into her deep blue eyes. The touch of her feminine lips on mine sucked the breath right from me, and I tremblingly whimpered my surrender. She brushed her lips across mine, igniting passion. Lots of pent-up passion. Months of passion. I moaned, my eyes closed. I opened under her tutelage and my first female kiss became a wonderland of exotic desire and unique flavors. A whole cultural exchange program.
Jessie’s tongue tiptoed cross my threshold. I licked the tip and my nerves exploded with fire. With flaring, warm heat and a million promises of what to come. I licked at her again and then again. She complied, sweeping her tongue inside my mouth and tasting me. Different from Paul, Jessie seemed to think like me, knowing exactly what I wanted and then give it to me. Where Paul took, Jessie gave. It was amazing and exciting. My heart fluttered and skipped.
Pulling back, I followed Jessie. She helped me stand. My arms draped around her neck and I hauled her close, aching to feel her against my heaving bosom. I kissed her back. I tasted her mouth and fed from her lips. Taking the bottom one between my teeth, I nibbled her tender flesh until her lip was bright red and flushed with blood. Pleased, I let go. She grinned, cheeks pink and eyes flashing.
“Wow. Paul doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“I wonder what more is he missing.” She winked.
“Find out.” I replied, forgetting where I was and what I had been doing. I had never thought of myself as a lesbian and still, as this was happening, I didn’t think I was. Curious. Curiosity drove me this time. And Jessie’s confidence. I saw my body in her eyes, saw myself as she did and I was gorgeous. I wasn’t too old, too boring, or too prudish. I was an adventure-seeking x-gen stretching my wings and taking the world by storm.
Jessie’s fingers untied the ribbons I had loosely tied crisscross down the front of the corset. I was wearing nothing beneath and as the opening gaped, my full size D breasts fell free, spilling over the lower half of the corset. She didn’t bother untying any more of the ribbons. Cupping one breast in each palm, she lifted and separated them. I was pleased to note I filled her hands and then more.
Kneeling before me, she leaned forward and lapped at my peaked nipple. Her finger and thumb worked upon the other one. She licked around and around the sensitive bud. Bouncing my breast in her hand, she plumped it, dragging her teeth across the tip. I shivered and whimpered. Grinning, she opened her soft mouth and sucked the whole areole in. Latching on with her lips sealed, she began to flick my nipple with her tongue and suckle. My body arched on the bench and I nearly fell off. Her thumb and forefinger were pinching my other nipple, sending shocks from breast to breast.
A low keening filled the dressing room. A gentle knock came at the door and I bit my tongue to keep from screaming.
“Miss?”
Her eyes flashed to mine, but Jessie didn’t stop. I cleared my throat, took a deep breath and answered the store owner.
“I’m fine.”
I don’t know if she believed me but I had never been so happy with a floor to ceiling dressing room in my life. She didn’t say anything else and I heard no key scraped at the lock, so I nodded at Jessie. One last lap of my nipple and she pulled back, a trail of her saliva connecting us.
“Still hungry” her whispered tone, her eyes, her smile, all predatory. Goosebumps formed on my bare skin.
Jessie’s fingers stroked my damp panties. I planted my palms behind me on the small bench and leaned back, spreading my legs. She caressed my folds through the fabric, slipping two digits inside the elastic and shifting my panties aside. Her mouth on my slit and I had to shove my fist between my teeth.
Sure, Paul had gone down on me once or twice, but it was never like this. She knew how much pressure I needed. She knew how to kiss and tease my clit, knew how to work her fingers inside my core and draw my moisture from me. She nipped playfully below my clit, nudging my flesh with her nose in a sensation I was at a loss to describe. All I knew was that with just a bit more I was going to come. On. Her. Face. In. Public.
Her lips kissed my folds and working her tongue inside with her fingers, she curved her digits and tapped my G-spot. Once. Twice. Again. Again. Her tongue tasted my essence. Tangling my hands in her short red hair, I pulled her up my body. Her chin glistened with my juices. I yanked her up, bent closer and licked the juice from her chin. Kissed her wet lips deeply, moaned into her mouth, her moan into mine vibrated in my throat.
She moved her wrist hard and fast. The sloppy noises of my cunt drove me closer and closer to the finish line. Her thumb pressed to my clit, she stroked as deep as possible within my sheath.
“Oh, my god!”
“Jessie?” A woman’s voice startled me. Had the owner come back?
Jessie froze. My eyes watered, my thighs quaked. Please, no! Don’t stop.
“Kelly?” Jessie replied.
“Yes. What are you doing in there?”
Smiling at me caught in my so-close moment, she answered, “Cindy.” Then, with a final thrust, she knocked me off the precipice and I came. Loudly and completely.
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TOO BIG TO FIT, MASSIVE MEN STRETCH ME
“Ok, here’s the deal, if you show me, I’ll let you push it in my warm pussy. But in the car, not here.”
She felt his bulge lifted, swelled, hardened right in her hand. She smiled.
“You’re really very horny huh?” She asked.
Nicholas let go of her hand and she crept the zipper open all the way down. She shoved her hand through the z
ipper, the teeth grating against her fingers and the back of hand as she stuck it through and into his underpants, anxious to feel what he really had. He held her hand again.
"You better make sure you carry out your end of the deal."
Stacia fanned his hand off, hurrying to feel inside his boxers and said,
"I’m serious. Gonna give you all you want. Promise."
And the thought of losing the bet and having him fuck her in the car made her pussy moist. His cock was gigantic but she was curious about how pleasurable it would feel stretching inside her.
Nicholas smiled again and tried kissing her with the scent of vodka strong on his breath. She ditched his kiss.
His horny face, liquor breath, woozy movement and his face only a tongue flick away from hers, all made something jump in her pussy. There was a tiny vibration.
He held on to her hand and kissed her full on, lip-on-lip. Tongue to tongue. They got lost in kissing each other. He gradually softened the hold on her hand. She felt his cock straining against his boxers. Her hand went around the mid-stem of his naked cock and it felt like she was holding on to a Heineken bottle. She snapped her face away from him.
"Good God of heavens!” She looked down at it. “No way!” Stacia looked back up at him, her face befuddled and her forehead twisted with waves of wrinkles. “Where in me are you going to put that? I don’t have any room inside me to fit something that large. It’s too big!”
She looked down again, triple-checking to see if it was real. She reeled it out entirely and pushed her small fist down to the root of his big pink stiffness. The length that hung out his zipper and beyond her fist was at least another eight inches. His cock had angry veins ripping everywhere around it. The mushroom shaped head was swollen wide and stiff until it had a sheen. Pre-cum already wetted at the tip. His cock was slowly expanding even wider and thicker and climbing up through mid-air in his zipper towards his navel.