Chapter 100 KEEP MY PANTIES DOWN
Chapter 100 KEEP MY PANTIES DOWN
As it did, it took the folds of her tracksuit
top with it. That slid over her shoulder and started slithering down her slim, tanned arm.
As I put my arm behind her to help the removal of the top, so her thin tennis top was pulled tightly across her chest framing and illustrating her full breasts. We fumbled the top off and lay back cuddling.
We were becoming more accustomed to being in such an intimate situation, to being in each other’s arms, to caressing and holding each other. Mine, certainly, and I was pretty sure hers as well, confidence increased as we became used to the erotic nature of this female-to-female
situation.
And as that happened so we became more relaxed and more assured. Our embraces became bolder, the movements of our hands more adventurous and the use of our bodies became more suggestive.
Jesse pushed her spectacular breasts forward and I gently pressed my lower body against hers. Then marvellously, wonderfully and so excitingly, our
breasts merged and our tummies squashed together as we both experienced maybe for the first time an almost head to toe embrace from another woman.
Jesse was a little more adventurous and directing than me. Gently pushing me by the shoulders, she eased me onto my back and she lay alongside me. Supporting her head with her hand, her elbow resting on the bed she whispered.
“This really is remarkable isn’t it?”
Running her fingers through my hair and ruffling it gently as we smiled at each other she slowly ran her fingertips across my forehead, along my
plucked eyebrows, over the eyelids that I closed, across my cheeks and onto my lips.
I was not wearing any without lippy or gloss. She ran her finger along my bottom lip that I parted slightly from the upper one.
I closed my top lip down on the lower one gently trapping the fingertip.
With our breasts still squashed together and our tummies touching, we looked into each other’s eyes as the finger was pushed slightly further between my lips. I lifted my hand and gripped the wrist as the finger slid even further between my lips until it rested against my teeth and rubbed
against my gum.
I softly rubbed, more caressed really her wrist before running my hand up her bare arm, replicating the earlier movements. It felt enormously erotic as my hand slid up the loose sleeve, over the round of the shoulder, onto the collarbone and under the bra strap that was bisecting that.
She removed her finger from between my lips and rubbed it gently over my chin and down onto my neck. I moved my hand from the sleeve of the
tennis top and ran it down her back until it reached the elasticated waist of the pale grey tracksuit trousers.
As it reached that, my heart started pounding even harder when my fingers found bare flesh for her top had slid out of the trousers. I rubbed my fingertips in little circles on the bare flesh just to the left of her spine.
It registered with me that this was the first time that I had really touched a woman in a sexual way. It felt
wonderful.
Although, in retrospect, it was a ‘done deal’ and both of us wanted to go further and experience bisexual lovemaking, it did not feel like that at
the time.
Continually, I had doubts. Funnily, I suppose, these were more concerned with her reactions to me than mine to her. I worried about what she would think as I made advances, how she would react if I touched her breasts, which I was now aching to do and whether she would stop me.
I was now feeling fairly comfortable about Jesse and having some form of sex with her. I did not know what form that would take, but I was relaxed
about going further, although, of course, I had no idea how far she wanted to go.
My confidence was boosted when there was no resistance and that made me feel bolder. I slid my hand up the smooth back taking the white top with it. As that was happening, her fingertips slid further down from my neck where they had been stroking me.
I felt her fingers with the pale pink painted, square cut nails go past my Adams apple until again they
reached the neckline of my low-cut top. This time, though, they did not stop.
Looking down I watched them slip inside it and stop close to the start of my breasts. Our eyes met again and we held the other’s gaze as Jesse’s fingers went even further.
At the same time, my hand reached her bra strap
that was stretched across the smooth, slender back.
I fondled it as many men had mine and slid my fingers under it. It was a very evocative gesture
and a moment that was made even more extreme when her hand went further into my top. They moved onto the swell of my breasts and stopped.
We stared at each other. It was as if Jesse was asking my permission, or I suddenly thought, maybe she is having second thoughts.
That made me panic because I did not want to stop. I wanted to thrust my breasts at her, grab hers and scream. ‘Fuck me Jesse, please fuck me and make me cum.’
I did not of course, but then there was no need to.
Naturally, neither of us was aware of the other’s limits or intentions as we both edged our hands slowly over parts of the other’s body.
Hers on my chest, mine on her back. I slid my hand slowly up and down her spine.
On the upwards sweep it went inside the bra strap and on the downwards one inside the waist of her tracky trouser and onto the slender waistband
of her panties.
Our eyes were still locked in an intense gaze as I watched fascinated and with mounting excitement her face moving slowly, yet inexorably
towards mine.
I think at that moment, we both knew what was going to happen. It was what had to happen, what had to come next and it was what we both wanted to happen. I, and Jesse as well I expect, half felt that it was wrong, but also half felt that it was absolutely correct and right.
Yes, we both wanted to kiss each other. Our lips brushed together and we closed our eyes.
“Yes?” Jesse breathed touching my lower lip with her tongue.
“Oh yes, yes,” I groaned.
And then we kissed. It wasn’t a grinding, lips squirming, mouth wide open and tongue plunging kiss of sheer, raw passion as it would probably
have been with a man.
No, it was a kiss that was in keeping with what we
were doing, sharing affection and intimacy not sex, well not yet that is.
That was why we had come to the bedroom and that was why we were laying in each other’s arms on the bed. On the face of it that is.
However, the longer we lay in each other’s arms and the longer we shared affection and intimacy so we both realised that those sentiments between two
women could not be totally divorced from sex.
It was emotionally and physically impossible and on top of that it was not something that either
really wanted.
We both knew, I am sure, that deeper down we did want sex and with each other; the affection and intimacy were simply the means to the end and the end was sex with each other.
Hence, inevitably, the kiss became sexual. It became the catalyst, the multiplier and the encouragement that altered the mood from just affection and intimacy to one that combined those emotions with now a strong sexual need.
So as our lips met and caressed each other with me kissing her top lip then she kissing and sucking my bottom lip, our gestures and hand and body movements took on distinctly sexual connotations.
At last, her fingers slid up the swell of my breast and her hand cupped it. After what had seemed an age in build-up was culminated in a flick of
an eyelid.
The sensation as her palm brushed across my rock hard nipple and her fingers squeezed the soft flesh was sudden, acute and intense. I grunted and gripped her body.
“Ok?” she whispered, taking my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinching it with just the right amount of pressure.
“Oh yes, Jesse,” I sighed into her ear.
As if by remote control, my hand that had been running up and down her back and making erotic hints by toying with her bra strap and the top
of the panties now slid unselfconsciously down inside the grey tracky trousers and onto the panty covered pert, yet beautifully rounded bum.
The kiss increased in intensity and passion, but not in vigour as it would with a man where by now he would have had his tongue half way
down my throat. We licked and lapped at each other; our lips, our chins, our necks and the other’s tongue. We sucked on the lips and slithered our
tongues together and round the welcoming gums and teeth.
The ice of affection and intimacy was most certainly now broken and the last bastion
of the fortress of sex was being broached.
As we continued the wonderful kiss, so Jesse’s caresses of my breast became more confident and my stroking of her bottom became more
assured and enquiring.
“Ok?” I asked.
“Oh yes Chrissy yes,” she sighed.
My hand was now fully inside Jesse’s panties and I was cupping the cheek of her bottom. We kissed again as her hand continued caressing, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of my breast.
What we had done together so far could be put down to a near innocent desire for more affection and tenderness. At a pinch, lying on a bed and
cuddling another woman could be described as self-indulgent intimacy.
Full kissing, squeezing a breast and fondling a bottom could not be explained away like that. Such actions and gestures were driven by just one motivation and we both knew that it was of a strongly sexual nature.
The sleeve on my top slid off my shoulder; accidentally or purposefully, I had no idea and did not care. It slid down my arm until it was around my elbow, until the front of the top was wrinkled, moved
down a little and until my left breast in the flimsy bra, was exposed.
Her hand was on my bra, her fingers just inside it. My nipples were horrendously swollen making large, very obvious indentations in the lacy cups.
Seemingly, without hardly thinking Jesse slid her fingers inside my bra and right onto the rock hard nipple and big, round areola.
It was like an electric shock to me. My breasts and especially my nipples are very sensitive and whenever a new lover touches them, I get a
huge surge of sexual arousal.
It had rarely, if ever though been as immense
as this. My body jerked, I grunted and sighed.
“Nice?” Jesse whispered, catching the hardened nipple between her fingers and smiling at me.
I smiled back. “Yes Jesse it is nice.