The recessed bulbs cast a comforting yellow glow around me. The heater creaked and groaned, sounding alive as it kept the lava rocks super-hot.
I lifted my ass, one cheek at a time. Relieving the pressure of the hot pine bench. Every so often, there would be a hiss of steam, and my skin would sting from the heat.
The dry air had a distinct eucalyptus aroma. I took long, slow breaths, letting my head clear as my body relaxed.
I had been sitting atop the tiered seating for ten minutes. It had been a couple of minutes since I last risked a glance at the woman reclining opposite me.
Tall, slim, and toned with dark Mediterranean features, she looked relaxed and impervious to the sauna’s heat.
Leaning forward, I used the edge of my hand to wipe the sweat and oils from my legs. The movement allowed me to risk another peek.
She was gazing down at her feet. Her legs stretched out before her, feet hanging over the edge of the lower bench. Leaning back, she let her arms support her.
Happy that my inspection was unnoticed, I let my eyes linger. I took in the long, glossy black hair, the full round breasts with large dark areola and stubby nipples.
I scanned her taut abs and settled on the glinting piercing decorating her naval: a short silver chain with a diamond tip.
Glancing back at her face, I saw that I was busted. Her eyes were locked on mine. She had caught me.
I nervously wriggled my ass cheeks again, letting out a deep sigh as the stones hissed and exhaled another wave of heat. I was about to grab my towel and beat a hasty retreat when she spoke. “Helena,” she offered.
“Cathy,” I offered in return, trying hard to keep my eyes focused on her face. At least my pink cheeks could be explained away by the heat instead of guilt and embarrassment.
She smiled at me, large dark brown eyes and perfect white teeth. She really was beautiful.
Her eyes never left mine as she raised her feet to sit upright, her knees spread wide apart.
It was a deliberate act; she was showing me her most intimate parts.
I watched as several large beads of sweat flowed down her mound before glistening around her prominent clit and labia. There was no hint of stubble to break the flow. She was as smooth as a baby’s bum.
Without thinking, I parted my thighs to mirror her pose.
My pulse raced as I felt my juices start to flow.
Her hand, complete with perfectly painted white nails, dropped between her thighs. Her eyes never left mine as she dragged a finger along her full, dark-pigmented lips.
I followed suit, groaning aloud as my finger grazed my clit.
“It’s getting hot in here. Let’s try the plunge pool,” she said. Her gaze was mocking and challenging yet friendly and inviting.
We stood, grabbed our towels, and stepped out into the plunge pool area.
I followed her through the ankle-deep bath, my eyes riveted to the sway of her curvy ass as it swayed before my eyes.
We paused at the pool’s edge, stood there, locked eyes again, and stepped forward as one.
As the cold water reached our necks, I sucked in a deep breath, trying not to scream aloud, before scurrying to the ladder to climb back out.
Helena was right behind me, getting a close-up of my pussy as I climbed from the frigid water.
Stepping from the pool, I turned to offer a hand.
Her face and those beautiful eyes were level with my breasts, the cold water having hardened my nipples to diamond-like hardness.
Without warning, her head moved forward, her soft, warm mouth enveloped my nipple, and she sucked hard.
“Ooooh,” I groaned aloud.
My head spun as I tried to see if we had been spotted.
“Aaagh,” she nipped and stretched my nub before releasing it and stepping away.
It suddenly occurred to me that this gorgeous woman was going to make me cum from a woman’s touch for the first time since I left college ten years ago.
Or, to be honest, I really hoped she would.
“I think we should shower and maybe get a drink.” I was trying to sound nonchalant. Not easy when your pussy is throbbing with desire, and your nips could cut glass.
“Yes, let’s get warm, and then I know a cozy little bar,” Helena said.
The shower area offered a choice of personal cubicles or communal showers. I usually opt for a cubicle, but Helena had opened her locker and headed straight to a bank of showers, so I followed suit.
We had to behave ourselves; there was a constant flow of members coming and going. Even so, watching Helena lathering herself with rich vanilla foam was a turn-on.
She shampooed her hair, fingered in a conditioner, and then lathered her body up.
I realized that there was naughtiness in the air when she caught my eye.
Those liquid brown eyes never left mine as she squeezed and stretched her nipples.
Slowly lathering her thighs and mound before slipping a soapy finger between her folds. She actually raised a knee, briefly balanced on one leg, and fingered her slit, “Gotta be clean all over,” she giggled, standing straight again.
Eventually, we were finished and returned to our lockers to dress.
Having just come from the office, I donned nude thigh-highs, moderate heels, white thong panties, and a dark green knitted dress. Yes, I had been wearing a bra, but that was now in my backpack, letting the girls roam free.
Helena joined me at the mirror and brushed her hair before producing a rechargeable straightener to add a finishing touch.
I hadn’t anticipated her outfit. Black biker boots with silver studs, black fishnets, a short black leather skirt, a sheer black blouse that did little to hide her unfettered girls, and a black biker’s jacket.
For some women, the look could have come across as hard and intimidating, but for Helena, it just looked really sexy.
ooOOoo
I had feared it would be a dyke biker bar, but in total contrast to her look, the bar was quiet and sophisticated. There was gentle jazz, subtle lighting, and small tables around an open floor.
We grabbed a corner table and decided to share a bottle of red wine and a platter of cold cuts and bruschetta.
It was turning into the perfect evening. We chatted easily, acknowledging the mutual attraction but dialing it back from our antics at the spa.
Helena was between partners; she and a girlfriend had mutually split earlier in the year, and she was in no hurry to commit again. I had been single for longer. A couple of short, failed relationships to look back on. As my mother was so fond of saying, “Cathy, you always pick the wrong kinda guy.”
We had just started on a second bottle of wine when the lighting changed to reveal a jazz quartet on a small corner stage.
They were good, smooth, and polished. They performed all the standards, mainly instrumentals, but they were able to add some deep, smoky voices when required.
After a few numbers, several couples started to dance, adding to the conviviality.
My third glass of Merlot was getting a little buzz going. The band had started to play “It Don’t Mean a Thing,” bringing back memories of my grandpa and his gramophone on a Sunday morning before the big family dinner.
Anyway, it just seemed so natural to reach across the table and tug on Helena’s hand, nodding to the dance floor as I did so.
She rewarded me with a huge smile and shimmied forward.
I can’t claim that either of us was going to set the world of dance alight. There were no Chicago auditions for us in the future.
That aside, we enjoyed every moment—touching and holding each other, laughing, and just bopping about. We even swapped partners with a few other couples. It was, as they say, a gas.
One O’clock in the morning saw us on the pavement outside the club. Our breath misted in the cold air.
“We need a taxi,” I announced.
“We do. We need a taxi,” Helena nodded very seriously before adding, “We also need a destination,” with a giggle.
“Too soon to go home?” I queried.
“No, I want to take you home, but I share with my brother.”
“Then it’s my place. It’s across town, but it won’t take long.”
ooOOoo
We were really well-behaved in the cab. Honestly, we were.
We held hands, I slipped a hand onto Helena’s thigh, enjoying her warmth through the coarseness of her fishnets.
We kept locking eyes. Hers set my pulse racing.
I paid off the cab and turned around. Straight into her arms.
Our lips locked. I could feel a little tongue, with a slight hint of garlic and salami. Who cares? I thought we’d eaten the same.
Helena’s hand cupped my breast, “I can feel your heart; it’s racing,” she murmured in my ear.
“I believe it is,” my turn to giggle as I squeezed her ass cheek.
My home is on the top floor of a converted old house, which means I have large rooms and high ceilings.
We took the stairs to the top, and I unlocked the door.
Once inside, we stopped to look at each other.
Those liquid brown eyes danced with energy.
I kicked off my heels and hung up my overcoat. Helena unzipped her boots before shucking off her jacket.
My light was an LED, and its brightness rendered her sheer blouse transparent.
The sheer black silk was tight over her breasts, her nipples tenting the fabric.
I swallowed hard, suddenly finding my mouth dry.
“You like.” With that, Helena cupped her breasts and jiggled them in my face.
I latched onto her nipple, sucking hard through the silky fabric.
I was in heaven; I could feel her warmth against my face, and Chanel’s Coco assailed my senses.
I sucked and tugged while she moaned and groaned, forcing herself against me.
My juices were flowing, and I could feel dampness on my thighs and the tiny white thong was totally overwhelmed by my excitement.
I released the nipple in its silken pouch from my mouth and stepped back, “Oh fuck do I ever.”
“I thought you might.” with that, Helena started popping buttons, slowly releasing her beautiful breasts.
I started to move forward, but her raised hand stopped me. “Your turn now,” she said, her voice taking on a breathy edge of excitement.
Slowly, drawing the moment out, I gripped the hem of my dress and tugged it over my head.
I dropped the dress, let my arms hang to the side, and just stood before my new friend in nothing but holdups and a sodden mini-thong.
Helena made a show of licking her lips before twisting her nipples and shuddering, “You’re making me so fucking horny,” she hissed.
When I stepped toward her this time, she raised her arms, offering herself to me.
The first thing to go was the blouse. After slipping it from her broad, elegant shoulders, I knelt at her feet.
My hands shook as I reached for the fastener of her skirt. It fell to the floor, pooling around her ankles.
To my utter delight, she was commando, as they say. I was at eye level with her smooth, full mound and its deep, swollen lips. I could smell her arousal. I needed to taste her.
I looked up at her eyes, seeking permission.
Instantly, her hands gripped my hair and pulled my face to her groin.
Permission granted, I thought as I took a deep breath.
I could feel her heat, I could smell Channel, I could, above all else, smell wet aroused womanhood.
It had been so long, but now I was home. At that moment, I realized this was missing from my life.
I gripped those firm, pert ass cheeks and pulled her towards me. My tongue split her sticky labia, releasing a flow of sweet, tangy juice into my mouth.
I groaned in delight as she growled with desire.
She started a low constant chant of, “Fuck me, fuck me.”
I licked hard, with lots of pressure, as I kept my tongue flat against her slit.
Helena’s cum flowed more freely with every pass of my tongue, and soon my face was slick with her pleasure.
I stepped it up a gear, and my tongue curled as I started to penetrate her pussy.
She started to buck against my face, a high-pitched squeal replacing her words.
Now I wasn’t just clutching her ass cheeks. My fingers were pulling her cheeks apart, the tips grazing her pucker.
It drove her wild.
She was close, close to a huge cum. I could feel her body tightening in my arms; her juices were flowing freely, now running down my chin and breasts.
I moved my mouth over her clit. Slick and hot, it felt huge between my lips.
I let my index finger penetrate her pucker, and as it did, I sucked with all my might.
Her entire body spasmed as she gripped my head to her core. Those net-clad thighs gripped my head.
Even with my ears muffled, I could hear her high-pitched wailing as her cum sprayed my face and filled my mouth.
A lifetime later, I felt her relax, my head was freed, and her body melted into my arms.
Taking her weight, I let her sink to the floor beside me.
We sat against the cool plasterwork, catching our breath.
The hardwood floor glistened in the light, and lots of wet cum spots marked our passion.
Eventually, Helena took my hand in hers and turned to kiss me. A long, slow, drawn-out kiss with lots of tongue.
“I taste so good on you,” she murmured in my ear.
“You’re naturally tasty,” I giggled in return.
“I think it’s your turn now, but I need three things,” she said, taking both my hands and locking eyes.
She has the most beautiful and naughty eyes. Have I mentioned that yet?
“More wine, a bed, and a dildo or, even better, a strap-on if you have one.”
ooOOoo
I stood, placing a freshly opened bottle of Merlot and two fresh glasses on my bedside table. Quickly glancing around the room, I breathed a sigh of relief that the sheets were only a day old and I’d taken the time to make my bed that morning.
Helena stepped through from the ensuite. She’d taken a moment to freshen up.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I indicated the wine and the purple and black double dildo that now rested by the pillows, “I just need to wash up.”
I slid the door closed, sparing Helena the sound of my stream hitting the water. Wiping, I stood and grabbed a washcloth to freshen myself up.
Finished, I took a moment to examine myself in the mirror. Was I really going to do this, spend the night fucking with another woman? It had been so long since my college explorations.
In the mirror, I saw a slim, fit woman. I looked relaxed and happy. My face looked flushed, probably the wine and pure horniness. My nipples were rigid, and my pussy was throbbing with desire.
I nodded to myself in silent affirmation. Yes, I was going to fuck and be fucked.
With that, I stepped back into the bedroom.
Helena was lying on the bed, head resting on the pillows. She was totally naked, her tan skin gleaming in the lamplight. Her hands were linked beneath her head, and her ankles were crossed.
This casual pose emphasized the thick purple cock that stood tall between her thighs.
I’d taken its above-average width and length on many an occasion, but now, shining with a thick coating of lube, it took my breath away.
Helena raised herself and offered her hand.
Accepting her hand, I stepped forward. With little apparent effort, she pulled me onto the bed, swinging her legs to straddle my hips.
Neither of us spoke. We needed no cue. Our lips met, and our tongues entwined.
Our mouths fucked. Lips, tongues, cheeks, and nose all took and gave pleasure. The room silent bar the odd groan or murmur of pleasure.
God knows how long we went on. They say time flies when you enjoy yourself, but this could have been weeks.
Finally, Helena pulled away and straightened up.
“Raise your hips.”
I did as I was told, and a pillow was slipped beneath my ass, and another supported my neck and head.
Helena’s head dropped, and she started to pepper my thighs with light little kisses.
I moved my hand to grip my breast. Like lightning, Helena’s hand slapped mine away. A sharp sting heating my breast.
“It’s my turn to pleasure you; just relax.” The sternness of her voice and actions made my cunt throb with excitement.
Helena was a master pussy licker. I knew she was no stranger to eating pussy, but oh fuck she was good.
She had my feet drumming against the mattress, my pussy flooding my thighs, and me screaming to a point that made me wonder if I would speak the next day.
Finally, the room stopped spinning, and my heart slowed down.
Helena was kneeling alongside me. She slowly leaned forward and gently kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue swept across my lips before slipping deep inside my mouth.
Mmmmmmmm, she was sharing my cum juice with me.
It revived distant memories. I masturbate a lot these days, but I don’t taste myself. I will again now.
“Roll over and kneel,” the stern voice was back but partnered with a gentle, caring smile.
No sooner was I on my knees than I felt the silicone cock head against my pussy.
“Ooh, I’m so sensitive,” I whimpered
Gently, oh so gently, the purple cock head was rubbed across my cunt lips.
Up and down, each motion triggering more and more cum from deep inside me. I could feel my heart rate speeding up. Tremors were shaking my body.
“Uuurgh,” I uttered in a startled gasp as she split my cunt lips and pushed the cock deep inside me.
My breath froze, and my fingers gripped the sheets so hard they could have ripped.
My mind closed to everything, everything apart from the exquisite feeling of my cunt slowly stretching to accept the dildo. I felt every ridge and bump along that purple shaft. Every single one triggered another wave of pleasure, another release of cum.
“OK?” Helena’s warm breath caressed my ear as she whispered to me
I groaned my pleasure and bucked my hips slightly to emphasize the point.
And then she moved, withdrawing almost past my throbbing cunt lips, leaving a warm, tender void behind.
I whimpered for more, and that’s precisely what I got.
I remember her starting slow. I vaguely remember her strokes getting harder and faster.
Somewhere in a fuzzy haze of pleasure, I recall her thighs slapping against my ass cheeks as she drove the dildo home.
The wine, the overwhelming pleasure, it was too much in the end. After an earth-shattering climax, I floated off to oblivion.
ooOOoo
I woke and immediately wished I hadn’t. My head throbbed, no, it pounded; it literally felt like it was splitting in two. My mouth was dry and disgusting, like something had curled up and died inside. Maybe it was my tongue.
I gripped the duvet and went to roll out of bed. Two things immediately struck me. My pussy was throbbing like my head, and a pair of long legs were entwined with mine.
A torrent of memories assailed my addled mind. I smiled. The sauna and the evening all came flooding back. Now, I understood my delicate condition, but I had no regrets.
Gently, I disengaged my legs from my slumbering new friend. She groaned slightly before resuming her gentle snoring.
I staggered into the bathroom and settled on the pedestal to release a long, vigorous stream. Honestly, I started to wonder if it would ever end.
Moving to the mirror, I surveyed the bedraggled wreck I saw. My hair was a mess, greasy, tangled, knotted. There was a distinct bite mark on my left breast. I carefully traced the outline with my finger. No pain, I smiled.
Moving my fingers to graze my belly and then downward to my thighs before settling on my pussy, I felt dried cum. My skin was tight with it.
There was a pleasurable sensitivity to my pussy. My smile had become a full-blown grin.
After checking on Helena, I moved to the kitchen, spooned large amounts of grounds into the coffee maker, and turned the strength to max.
Two Paracetamol and a vitamin C tablet later, I staggered into the shower with my toothbrush.
I opened my eyes from giving my hair its final rinse. Helena was squatting on the loo, she was pissing like a horse.
“Sorry, I couldn’t wait. How much did we drink last night?”
“That’s a darn good question.” With that, I slid the shower screen open and beckoned her over.
I must confess that I love bathing my male or female lovers. It just awakens something deep inside of me.
With all the fun bits clean, I left Helena with a spare toothbrush and headed off to pour coffee.
It turned out that just like me, Helena took hers strong and black with vitamin C and Paracetamol.
ooOOoo
Saturday morning, another week had passed.
After a lot of coffee and chat, Helena finally got a cab home, leaving me still rather delicate but deeply relaxed and satisfied. We had agreed to meet again this weekend. Actually, we’ve chatted several times this week.
My buzzer sounded. Helena was borrowing her brother’s car to pick me up. She had a surprise planned.
I found her in jeans, sneakers, and a hoody when I reached the car. Following her advice, I was similarly attired.
A thirty-minute drive saw us at the edge of town. The surroundings became greener, with fields, trees, and even some livestock becoming the norm.
“THREE TREES EQUESTRIAN CENTRE,” the sign said as we pulled off up an unmade gravel drive.
“Oh my god, I haven’t ridden since I was a kid,” I exclaimed.
“It’s like riding a bike, you never forget. Anyway, I do this most weekends, so you’re in safe hands,” she giggled.
Parking up the car, she grabbed a rucksack and led the way to a small outbuilding.
Several people waved greetings to her as we passed.
“We can change here; I got some gear for you too.” With that, she opened the pack and pulled out some clothing.
“Jodhpurs, knee socks, gloves,” she said as she placed the items on the bench.
Quickly, she stripped off, and I mean down to her very minimal lacy panties.
I followed suit. It never occurs to me to question Helena’s instructions.
“Here, we’ve got to keep the girls secure. We’re the same size,” she said, passing me a sports bra.
Popping my more decorative number off, I slipped her offering on. Knowing that her gorgeous breasts had snuggled against the soft cloth aroused me deeply.
Sneaker socks off, knee highs on. I was reaching for the jodhpurs when Helena reached out to take my hand, “One more thing,” her eyes were twinkling. I was in trouble.
From a pocket on the rucksack, she produced a matching pair of silver butt plugs and a tube of lube.
“Trust me, you’ll love this.”
Still holding my arm, her other hand wrapped around my lower back, and I found myself leaning against the bench.
My panties were suddenly around my ankles, and the cold, icy gel was dribbling between my butt cheeks.
“Deep breath in and relax as you slowly breathe out.” I had revealed in our morning after chat that I had a recurring fantasy about having my ass taken.
Just as my lungs emptied, there was a sudden pressure followed by a sharp, aching pain as my ass was filled with cold metal.
“Owwww,” I yelped. Leapt up, clutching my butt cheeks, shaking my legs to lessen the pain. Just like I’d done when spanked as a child.
Helena stepped forward and kissed me hard on the lips. “The first time always hurts. It’s best to pull the plaster quickly.”
She continued kissing me whilst rubbing my behind.
I soon realized that the pain had gone, replaced with a rather weird but pleasant sense of fullness.
“Right, let’s finish dressing and find the horses.”
ooOOoo
Even just walking out to the horses had been an experience. Helena’s jodhpurs were a very snug fit. Pale blue, they gave me a pronounced camel toe at the front and held that butt plug firmly in place between my cheeks.
It’s hard to explain the sensations of having your ass massaged as you walk. It turned my insides to jelly.
Helena was right. I did swing onto the saddle with ease, despite her taking the opportunity to slap my ass in the process.
After fifteen or so minutes, I felt right at home. After thirty minutes, I knew I was going to ache the following day. My horse, Candy, was placid and well-trained. She contentedly ambled along in Helena’s wake. All I had to do was hold tight.
Allegedly horses can tune into their rider’s thoughts and feelings; if so, Candy must have been very confused by the sensations I was feeling in my ass, the constant desire to bear down, and an almost overwhelming need to strip off and fuck.
Helena had set a comfortable pace, and after forty minutes, she pulled up at the top of a hill to let us catch our breath.
She elegantly swung down from the saddle and hitched her horse, Star, to a fence rail. With slightly less ease, I copied her.
We stood side by side, looking out across the valley. Slipping off her glove, she reached for my hand.
“So, how’re you finding it?”
“Good, I guess it helps to have such an agreeable horse,” I replied
“I meant the plug. How’s your ass, silly?”
“OH, I’ve never felt so horny before. My pussy’s dripping,” I admitted, blushing deeply.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Helena took my hand and steered me toward a pile of sawn logs.
“That big storm last winter brought a tree down. This makes for a nice seat and a place to rest.”
From her backpack, she produced a small Yeti flask and poured coffee.
We sat atop the logs in companionable silence, sipping the hot, strong brew.
Finally, Helena hopped down, shook the cups’ dregs, and closed her pack.
“OK, where were we? Oh yes, My friend needs to cum.”
Almost before I realized what was happening, my jodhpurs were around my knees, rough bark rubbing against my ass cheeks.
Helena’s lips met mine, and a finger slipped between my slick lips.
Every motion of her finger was magnified by the weight and pressure in my ass.
I raised my hips to meet her thrusts, desperately trying to force her finger deeper.
“Oh, my horny friend wants more,” Helena giggled in delight at my predicament.
Her finger withdrew, and my pussy felt so empty. I groaned in frustration.
“Then we need to lose these,” she said, grabbed my riding boots and tugged them from my legs. The jodhpurs quickly followed.
There I was, sitting atop a stack of rough logs on top of a hill and naked from the waist down.
Despite the freshening autumn breeze that now caressed my naked body, my pussy was on fire.
I couldn’t recall feeling so alive in years.
“Smile,” Helena said as she grabbed her phone.
I raised and parted my knees, fully exposing my hot wet cunt to her lens.
“Beautiful.” She rummaged in her pack again and pulled out a brown paper sack.
“Got to keep the girls happy,” she explained, producing a carrot for each of the horses.
“And I mean all my girls.” It was then I noticed the third and largest carrot still in her hands.
Amazed by my wantonness, I lay back against the log pile and spread my legs wide.
Helena stood between my legs, sucking on the carrot.
Then her lips met mine, and her tongue danced inside my mouth.
My body was in horny overdrive. I was humping my ass against the logs, fucking myself on that wonderful butt plug. My hands had worked their way inside my top to grip my tits.
My scream as the tip of the carrot penetrated my cunt lips was muffled by Helena’s mouth as she kissed me.
Root vegetables make strange dildos. They are neither warm nor cold, kind of damp but firm. That said, they felt wonderful. Helena’s chosen example was a good eight inches long and thickened beautifully. It also had a lovely kink midway down its length.
It’s a good job the weather was closing in. The sky was darkening as the fresh breeze turned into a wind. We had the hill to ourselves, and nobody could hear my screams of pleasure as Helena fucked me silly.
Finally, I lay there, totally spent. Soaked in a sweat that was drying in the cool air, legs trembling, pussy twitching. I must have looked like a right mess. In fact, I know I did because Helena took several more Pictures of me in all my freshly fucked glory.
I looked at my new friend, who had rocked and reshaped my world in the space of a week by reawakening my true desires and needs.
Catching my eye, she grinned and proceeded to lick my juices from the carrot.
“I’ve missed a bit.” With that, she slipped the now rather battered vegetable into my mouth. I could taste carrot and Helena’s saliva, but above all, I could taste my own cum.
“OK, rain is not far off. Let’s start to head back.”
I reached for my clothes.
Helena snapped the carrot into two and fed the pieces to the horses.
“No point in wasting it.” Her naughty giggle sent a shiver through my core. Nobody had ever excited me like she did.
The first few drops of rain hit as we turned our mounts around.
ooOOoo
We were growing closer despite our mutual assurances of not looking for a relationship, not wanting the complications of entanglement and the pain it can bring. Certainly, we were friends, close friends. We fucked, so friends with benefits.
But as I lay in my bed on a mid-week evening, bringing myself to a huge wet climax, my mind filled with visions of Helena, I was forced to accept that my feelings for her were deeper and growing more so.
It had been three months since that fateful evening in the sauna. We spent most weekends together and, when work permitted, the occasional weekday evening. We messaged and chatted most days.
I was no longer looking for a new man. I now understood and accepted what made me happy, what made me cum. It was girls, soft, feminine, fragrant girls.
The big question was which girl. Deep down, I knew which girl, but did I dare reveal it.
Since Helena’s birthday was at the end of the month, I would use it as an opportunity to try for the next level.
ooOOoo
I collected the keys to our room at the Lakeside Spa Resort as soon as it became available at two o’clock.
It gave me four hours to complete my preparations. I only had the room to do. I had spent the morning getting my hair and nails done. Yesterday evening, I visited Henri’s, where I stripped bare and lost every hair but those on my head.
When I first went there, I almost walked out when I realized I was going to expose myself to a man, but it soon became obvious that Henri was oblivious to the female form. He has an incredible eye for detail, and I was now as smooth as a baby.
I had arranged to have fresh flowers in the room, and to this, I added chilled bubbly, rose petals on the bed, and a few tasteful congratulations banners and balloons.
I placed scented crystals and a couple of artificial candles in the bathroom. They gave a warm flickering glow without the possibility of triggering the hotel’s fire alarms.
As it happened, I had way too much time to prepare and ended up sitting at the window alone with my desires, hopes, and worries of rejection.
Eventually, the clock ticked around, and I could get dressed.
The last time I saw Helena, I had dropped off an outfit for her so she knew we were attending a themed night. However, it would be a mystery until she unwrapped the outfit this evening.
I spent a while putting my hair up before adding tan stockings, complete with a garter belt and silk 1940s lingerie. I then added a WW2 army uniform, skirt, belted tunic, and cap.
A dab of lippy, and I looked good to go.
Arriving at Helena’s, I was struck breathless by her appearance. Her long, dark hair shone in the light. The dress looked stunning on her. V-necked with an empire waist, it flared out and accentuated her curves. Her toned legs looked so long in seamed black stockings.
I could feel my pussy moisten.
I stepped forward and kissed her full on the lips, “Happy birthday, darling. You look beautiful.”
Breaking our kiss, Helena stepped back to survey me in my uniform, “Fuck, you look so sexy in that gear; I could fuck you right here and now.”
“Well, you’ll just have to wait, or we’ll be late,” I giggled.
ooOOoo
Arriving at the local town hall, we parked and followed the crowds towards the entrance.
Everyone was dressed up, and Helena bubbled over with excitement.
I heard a saxophone playing Moonlight Cocktail as we entered the foyer.
“Welcome to Glen Miller night.” I only got halfway through my sentence before Helena’s mouth locked with mine.
“Thank you so much. I’ve always wanted this,” Helena said, seemingly unable to say much more.
The evening was amazing. There was a full band, all in uniform. The hall was decorated in a 40s theme, and everyone was dressed to match. There were tables around the dance floor to sit and eat.
I have to confess that, unlike Helena, I didn’t know just how many songs Glen Miller had written: Little Brown Jug, Serenade in Blue, String of Pearls, American Patrol—it just went on and on. The power and emotion of a whole, live orchestra are indescribable.
We ate and drank, and then we danced until we were exhausted.
The last number was Moonlight Serenade; we floated around, wrapped in each other’s arms.
As the music faded and the lights rose, I took her hand and led her outside to a waiting cab.
ooOOoo
The cab pulled up outside the hotel, and Helena looked around, confused.
“This isn’t your place.”
“Yes, it is. Well, for the next two nights, it’s our place.”
I grabbed her bag, paid the driver, and led my still rather shocked friend by the hand.
I clicked the door shut, dropped Helena’s bag, and locked lips with her.
Her hands cupped my ass, I could only reach her upper thighs. Her stockings were soft and smooth beneath my hands.
As one, we kicked our heels off.
“Oh, that’s better,” I sighed.
“Time to lose some more,” and with that, Helena started to undo the belt of my tunic.
My skirt quickly followed, and I strutted about posing in my stockings and shirt. Just like a 40s pinup girl.
Helena sat back on the bed. Bunched up her dress and started to unashamedly rub her pussy through her silk knickers.
The aroma of her arousal quickly filled the room.
I stripped off my shirt and bra before joining her on the bed.
My stocking foot sought out her hot, wet pussy, and I rubbed and squeezed her pussy lips.
Hastily, Helena unfastened her dress and tugged it over her head before freeing her full, firm breasts.
She sat there stretching and twisting her nipples as my foot rubbed her pussy. I could feel my toes getting wet. I could see her black silk knickers darkening as her juices flowed.
Her chest slowly turned red and blotchy.
I could see her orgasm slowly seizing her body.
I curled my toes against her drenched cunt and rubbed hard.
With a scream, she bucked and forced herself against my foot as her body shook in pleasure.
As she lay back against the pillows and regained her senses. I opened and poured two flutes of champagne before slipping out of my remaining clothes and into one of the spa’s silk kimonos.
Helena sipped her champagne, and I offered her the other robe. Her stockings and sodden panties quickly came off, and we sat together on the bed.
“Thank you for making my birthday so special,” she whispered before gently kissing me on the lips.
I gently kissed her back. “I still have your gift.”
I slipped a gift-wrapped box from my kimono pocket and offered it to her.
She pulled the silken bow with shaking hands, and the paper fell away.
Opening the box, she caught her breath, “Earrings, and they match my piercing.”
The diamond-tipped silver links sparkled in the box.
“Not quite,” my voice suddenly husky, “They’re for your nipples. At the moment, they clamp, but we will change them to piercings if you want.”
Those dark, liquid eyes swallowed me whole as her smile widened. A look of pure joy lit her face.
“You remembered. I said once that I wanted to get my buds pierced, and you remembered.”
Swallowing deeply to clear my throat as I held her hand, I replied, “I remember everything about you. I remember your words, your thoughts, your taste, even how you smell, which is lovely.”
Helena just knelt on the bed for what seemed like forever, her eyes locked on mine. There were no words, no touch.
Silence roared in my ears as I took in the vision before me. The dark, long-haired beauty, the full, round breasts revealed by the unfastened robe. My heart pounded, my pussy throbbed, my soul was on offer. Would this beautiful, sexy woman realise, and more, would she accept it?
Finally, she broke her silence, “Are you saying what I think you are?”
“I’m saying that you’ve captured my heart, that you fill my thoughts, my every waking moment, and that I love you.”
I could see her eyes moisten and fill before tears ran down her cheeks.
“I love you too, so much,” she said, misty-eyed.
With that, I kissed her tears away before taking her in my arms.
We kissed, we hugged, and yes, we let our hands slip between very wet thighs before Helena took my face in her warm, soft hands. Hands that were slick with our mixed juices.
“I want to wear my gift. Help me with them, please.”
I needed no further invitation. Each stubby nub was sucked and licked and stretched between my teeth until they were hard as ice. Helena clamped the piercings in place. They matched the ones in her naval perfectly.
“Tomorrow, I’ll book in for a piercing,” she purred, slipping her gown from her shoulders. But for now, my love, come here.”