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Voyeur Dream came trueWhat she saw from the train was an eye opener. The train pull in to the platform and the driver announced that there would be a fewminutes delay to allow an incoming train to clear the line. I glanced out the window, bored, and was about to glance at my phone to check my Facebook account when I spotted a girl in a slip and a bit of a baby bump. She appeared medium height and a slender build, bump aside. Her red hair was in a ponytail. It was that time of night when it was too early to go home and too late to do anything. I’d left the office, bought a bottle of Prosecco and had decided to fester in front of the tv. The redhead I noticed had company. A taller, athletic blonde walked up behind her and at the same time started to stroke her baby belly and nuzzle the back of her ears and neck. I was transfixed. This went on for the shortest eternity imaginable. I’m turned on and feeling a bit creepy at the same time. The blonde put her hand on the redhead’s chin and moved it up to her mouth so they started kissing. The blonde then started to massage her friend’s breasts, gently at first and then more vigorously. The redhead turned to her lover, and she started to take her top off. She got the shift above her head and the blonde resumes kissing her. Finally, the redhead gets her top off and starts on her friend’s top. This was quickly off and both are facing each other , topless, oblivious to the fact that by leaving the light on, the train had a great free show. I glanced over my shoulder to see how many people were doing the same thing as me. No one in my carriage anyway. Just as soon as I looked back, they split. Before I could gather my thoughts, Blondie had pulled her trousers down to reveal a smooth, taut and defined figure, albeit slightly flat chested. Wow! The redhead started to kiss Blondie, deep kisses and running her hands around Blondie’s neck. Blondie put her hands on the redhead’s hips and in a slow, deliberate movement slid her hands up on to redhead’s chest. What happened next was enchanting. Blondie started to lick and nuzzle her way down until eventually her lips had covered Redhead’s chest, baby bump and then full on mouth on redhead’s pussy. I’m going mad watching this free show, trying not to draw attention to myself. Something that these two actresses in my line of sight weren’t doing!Just then I noticed that Blondie was bending down and when she straightened her beautifully toned body she had a strap on in her hands. In a slow, fluid movement she deftly stepped in to it and started to make some adjustments. Just then, the doors closed and we started to moved off. What I would have given to be a fly on that bedroom wall! How much more I’d have seen is unsure as had it been me, I’d have been making a bee line for the nearest bed. But it got me both aroused and thinking. I’d been curious and having got to 40 and single, still hadn’t done anything yet. But that got me thinking. What I’d seen had been a turn on, but did I have the guts to do anything about my newfound curiosity?I got in the flat 15 minutes later, and that bottle of Prosecco was opened. And the more I got into it, the more I kept coming back to my free show. Eventually I picked up the iPad and started looking through the internet. I knew that Craigslist had personal adverts, in the first instance I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but also didn’t want to go to a club. I started writing an advert, fairly generic, describing my 5’8” 34c chest, shoulder length auburn hair and looking not bad for 41. I had seen a few other adverts and they all were at pains to get over that it was female only replies were sought so added that to my fledgling submission. I took a selfie but held my phone over my face to give some degree of anonymity. I had put on a skimpy nightie, hoping that would add to the allure. I finished the bottle and submitted my advert and promptly went to bed for some blissful dreams. I’d placed an advert rather than replied giving a degree of control, if I didn’t feel comfortable, I could ignore them. Probably me just being over cautious. I also had to think what I was wanting. I’m sure I wasn’t going for a relationship, that was clear to me. So a friend with benefits it was. But what benefits? I’m a very tactile individual, watching the redhead and Blondie was dynamite. I’m also into watching videos. Abby Winters became a favourite after I got curious. What sort of person ? Well, let’s see who’s interested in me. I also got thinking of where we’d go if I hit it off with someone. I figured a hotel in the city centre was best, neutral territory and all that. My mind sometimes gets ahead of myself. I’m not yet talking to anyone but I’m thinking of where, what we’d do and so forth. That said, fail to plan, plan to fail…A few days later I got an email from someone. I’d promised to reply back to everyone who had got in touch, but this nearly was blanked. The lady in question was stunning. End of. She was a student, black and aged 22. For the record the stumbling block was age, not the colour of her gorgeous hide. She was quite tall, long straightened hair, deep brown eyes and pendik escort a smile. Actually, she smiled with her eyes. More confident than me, her face was fully clear. No und****d body shots. Yet. Her name is Lauren. After mulling over a reply, the next day I plucked up the courage and made contact. After exchanging a few emails, I suggested we speak on the phone. If nothing else, then we’d both recognise a female voice. I’ve got an unlimited tariff on my phone, so we arranged a convenient time. We spoke for over an hour, general chitchat, finding out about one another. As she’d been bisexual since she was at school however, men were off the radar at the moment, but wasn’t without her own needs. I told her of the scene I saw from the train. Oh to have been a fly on the wall that night we agreed!Lauren was not working Friday night so I suggested meeting after work then, grab a meal and a few drinks giving us a chance to get to know each other better with the benefit of seeing each other, not depending on the phone. Friday finally came. I’d decided to take a chance, booked myself a massage and got my pussy waxed for the first time. Usually I’d use cream and razor for that smoothie look. Wow, that was an experience… Lauren had been a bit concerned as a student with the cost of dinner. I figured she deserved a treat and we agreed on a gastro pub near the office and handy for the station. She was there before me. She was in a brown cotton blouse and a pair of tight denims and flat soled ballet shoes. The big smile was as good in reality as in a picture. “Sally!!!” She squealed. Standing up, giving me a hug and a kiss on each cheek. We hit it off in the flesh as we had on the phone. We were sitting in a secluded corner of pub where we could talk about anything and not be disturbed. Through a delicious meal of pizza we got to know why we were there. I knew why we were there, more what had brought us to this point. I was upfront about what I’d seen had made me curious. I said that I’d been about to delete her initial email. “Casual racism!” she cried. “No, casual ageism!” I retorted. I had felt a bit sleazy with the age gap. “I approached you, not you approaching me “ Lauren pointed out. A good point well made. As we were chatting, I became aware of her playing footsy with me. Hadn’t experienced that in 20 years! “Ok, now what?” I asked after the bill came. £50 for 2 pizzas and a bottle of wine wasn’t cheap, but it was a good idea for a meet up. “I’m free tonight and I don’t get many nights like this these days….” It hung there in the air, inviting but daring at the same time. Stick or twist? What hand to play????Twist. I suggested the hotel option, but Lauren felt she couldn’t afford it and I’d paid already. My mouth was dry, heart pounding, palms sweating. “How far away do you live?” She asked. 25 minutes on the train. Next train was in 5 minutes if we got a move on. We just made it, giggling like c***dren as we stumbled into the compartment. Sadly we weren’t alone but could sit alone. I showed Lauren where I’d had my free show. Sadly though the lights were on, the blinds were drawn. I’d thought I’d seen Blondie a few days previously, it was only in the passing and probably wishful thinking. We spoke in hushed, calm tones and only after a while realised that I was still holding Lauren’s hand. I’m happy to say it felt natural and in no way was forced. We walked up the road, hand in hand, relaxed in each other’s company. Odd feeling for my first ever date with a woman. My heart did start to flutter when we got to my front door. Slight fumbling of the keys, I got the front door open and tried to nonchalantly walk in. I took her jacket, hung it up, hung mine up too then took her hand walked through to the living room. I popped into the kitchen, got a bottle of wine and two glasses. We sat on the sofa, Lauren kicked her shoes off and laid back slightly, leaning on the edge cushion on the sofa and put her feet on my lap. Subconsciously I started stroking them gently conversation carrying on without interruption. She was almost purring. I liked my head and shoulders being massaged. Lauren told me to sit at her feet and started to give my scalp and face a massage. After a few minutes I too was purring, I rolled my head back on to her lap, looking straight up and into her eyes. The pause was loaded. Nothing said then she leaned forward and kissed me. Slowly at first, then becoming more intense. She kept stroking my shoulders, slipping her hands inside my blouse. Her touch was soft but firm, soon her touch started on my cleavage. Gently she slipped her hand right hand into the cup of my left breast. My heart was pounding, she must have felt it! I couldn’t stand it much longer, I stood up and promptly sat down beside her, my turn to get my hands on her. Before long I was topless and she was going the same way. Having your breasts massaged and your face kissed for all you’re worth is quite an introduction to lesbian love. Soon we were topless, touching another woman’s breasts was an odd but lovely experience. Something different yet very familiar at the kartal escort same time. By this time I’d straddled her lap while she chewed, sucked, nibbled and nuzzled my chest. Not just the nipples, all of my chest. Her hands alternated between my hair, nape if my neck and small of her back. I nibbled her earlobes and stroked her hair, all the time planning ways of keeping this going as long as possible. I wanted to explore her chest more, I momentarily disentangled myself and lay across her lap, my feet dangling off the end of the sofa, Lauren leant forward so her breasts were covering my face and she started pinching my very erect nipples. They say diamonds are the hardest substance known, but I felt I was not far behind. I noticed that my breasts weren’t getting enough attention, I was about to protest when Lauren started to stroke my tummy. This was heaven. Guys don’t have that subtlety in their touch. This was bliss. After a few minutes I felt my belt and top button on my trousers getting looser. In a steady increase in tempo, she was stroking my groin. Next thing I felt her hands slipping into my knickers and then the fun began. “Smooth, like me, just as I like them” was whispered into my right ear. After a few minutes I was coming. I’d never had an orgasm like this. As I lay there, spent, I started to cry. After reassuring Lauren that it was tears of joy she relaxed. “Women know just where to touch, that’s what has me prefer a woman to a man”. I replied that she had sold me on women. We lay there for a while, not wanting to break the spell. But I had to go to the toilet. Her stroking me there really wasn’t helping… “When I get back, I want to do something to you, but I suspect that you’re going to have to give me tips.” “Deal!”I returned and stood over her, I held my hand out and pulled her up into my arms. The kissing was just as passionate and it was my turn to undo her trousers, stroking her pert arse. This was reciprocated and before we knew what was going on, we were not only topless but our trousers and knickers were round our ankles and we were masterbating each other senseless. A second orgasm duly came. My knees were trembling, I was spent. “Let’s do this properly” Lauren said in a seductive, low voice. I took her hand headed to the bedroom, trousers still round my ankles and promptly tripped causing us to collapse in a fit of giggles. She pulled my trousers and knickers off and in a more dignified way took hers off too. “Would you like me to lick you?” How could I refuse? “Prepare to feel what you’ve never felt before.” I lay back on my bed and she started kissing my feet, then ankles, then calves, then knees and then she started on my inside thighs, always tender, ever moving up my legs. I was spreadeagled and loving it. As Lauren was focussed on my pussy, I was fondling my breasts more and more. After a lot of anticipation and breathlessness, I was about to come. I was tingling all over and the release when I came was explosive. I’d never experienced such a mixture of tenderness and raw emotion. I looked down between my breasts, seeing Lauren hadn’t moved. “How was that?” She asked. My lopsided smile must’ve given me away. She slid over my body and started kissing me. For some strange reason I started weeping. “I’ve never felt like that!” I blurted out. We spent the next wee while kissing and tenderly stroking each other while I took it all in. Gently whispered words in each other’s ears, looking into each other’s eyes, I was in heavenly bliss. “How I wish I’d done this before” I sighed. Lauren told me how she first got in with women. She was sleeping over at a friend’s where they shared a single bed. They’d messed around, tickling each other and generally egging each other on. This descended into a kiss, more kissing and ultimately full sex. Neither had had experienced lesbian sex before. They’d figured it out themselves. We spent the night in each other’s arms, occasional sex breaking out but mainly cuddling. The next day we showered together then I walked Lauren to the station. I couldn’t get her out my head. That night I called her. I invited her over for dinner during the week. “You cook, I’ve got a surprise for you Sally!” That got me thinking…I’d made some spaghetti Bolognese the day before, so it just needed reheated and the pasta cooked. We were touching a lot, looking into her deep brown eyes through candlelight was mesmerising. After dinner we slumped down in front of the television and over lots of Prosecco. Bliss. By the time we’d decided to go to bed we were half undressed anyway. We ended up mutually 69 for a spell. I was surprised how much I loved going down on a girl. I ended up spending an hour pleasuring this beauty almost half my age. Apparently I was a quick learner……I got up to go get a glass of water and as I was drinking it I felt a pair of hands on my waist. “Ready for your surprise?” was whispered in my left year, followed by Lauren’s tongue in my ear. This was electric. It sent tingling sensation down the outside of my left leg. “Huh?” was all I could reply before Lauren started to stroke my maltepe escort still wet pussy. Next thing I knew was I was being penetrated. How can I be getting fucked? I then remembered what Blondie had done to Ginger. Lauren pushed my head down and as she started stroking her strap on in and out of me, she started caressing my jiggling breasts, pinching the nipples, they were supporting the weight of my breasts as they bounced around. Couple those two stimuli to having my ears chewed mercilessly. I could get used to this. My next orgasm was as hard as it was inevitable and predictable. My knees were shaking, I collapsed as I climaxed. My head and chest hit the work top as I was spent. “You’d mentioned after our first date that you loved girl/girl sex, you missed getting shagged senseless. I hope that makes up for it”. I noticed she had a Gal Pal instead of a strap on. Much easier to get into and also pleasured the giver. She took my hand and led me back to my bedroom, still wearing her Gal Pal, she did have a smile as she walked, it must work all the time. This purple, oddly shaped, but highly effective penis alternative. “Where, where did that come from?” I stammered. “I was given it for my birthday by a friend with benefits, I’d just left school, turned 18 and someone I was sleeping with gave it to me. Best present I’ve ever got!” I couldn’t argue. Her friend was a few years older and was her sugar mama. “It makes me feel butch, but I’m not butch, if that makes sense, lie on the bed and spread them!”I’m struggling to reply. Lauren started kissing my feet and legs. Working her way up my body. After a lick of my pussy and breasts she slipped her Gal Pal into my wet pussy. Kissing me fully on the lips, breasts rubbing against breasts, that plastic pal was pummelling me. I wrapped my legs around her waist as I tried to hold her close. We came together, she slumped on top of me, panting heavily and a lopsided grin. “That’s the best shag I’ve ever had!” I stammer eventually. “A pleasure shared is a pleasure doubled” came the reply. We lay there, her still inside me, savouring the moment. Not wanting to break the spell. I asked her, still inside me, if she’d ever used it in any guy she’d dated. “Sometimes. Not all guys are into it. A lot of guys were hostile but I’ve had a few guys, they loved it. The angled tip is shaped to tickle their prostate gland. Even had one ejaculate over the bedsheets. One day, if you want I can do that to you with a vibrator in your pussy too. Double penetration?”“I think I’m a bit vanilla, after all it took me all this time to sleep with a woman, anal is something I’ve never thought about “ I replied. Lauren pointed out that there’s a first time for everything. I’m going to have to think about that one. In the meantime I’m more than happy to keep that dildo for its intended purpose!We’d maintained a discreet relationship going for a few months, occasionally had a close call in outing myself, but I was loving doing something naughty. I suspect that Lauren would wanting for the relationship to be more open, but….. Lauren was very open about her previous girlfriends. I later found out that the lady who’d given her the Gal Pal was a few years older than Lauren and called Li Li. A lady from Hong Kong. They’d met at a badminton club they both were members of. Li Li was a masseuse and when Lauren had twisted her knee, Li Li had done some work on it. She taught Lauren massage, which I can vouch for. They’d got closer and after Lauren had left school and had turned 18 they’d started dating. That’s how she’d got the Gal Pal. She’d slept guys before , but I suspect she was more into women. The relationship didn’t quite blossom as Lauren had hoped, but they did keep up the physical side of their friendship. One night, while festering in front of the TV Lauren got a text message from Li Li. She was in town next week and did she fancy a catch up? She knew what the unsaid question meant. “I’ve just told her I’m involved with you and it wouldn’t be appropriate “ Lauren said. I was touched as I’m not blind to the age difference and the allure of the older woman will fade sometime. “She’s just replied, suggesting a drink, that’s all, it’d be nice if you could come along too”. I’m old enough and comfortable enough in my own skin to know when you’re not under threat. “Let’s meet up” I replied. So a few days later we met up after work, in fact I suggested the same pub Lauren and I first met up at. Li Li was gorgeous. Late 20s/early 30s, slender, medium height, lovely long black hair. I’m biased, but I was completely sure Lauren had excellent taste in women. “Li Li!!!! Great to see you again!!!” Lauren squealed. Lots of hugs all round. We had a great chat that Friday night. Lots to drink. Li Li suggested we go back to her rented flat and have some more drinks. We all got on well, I felt good empathy with Li Li. Oh the stories she told! Much to Lauren’s embarrassment and giggles. She’d got a rented managed apartment for a week, was having family and friends around for a party on the Saturday night, so plenty of wine. Which is good. It was in the city centre, three bedroom apartment with a huge bath. As a bath girl, envy was a major issue! Li Li must have read my mind. “You could fit two in there comfortably “ she said. I replied three wouldn’t be cramped and left it there. The wine flowed for a few hours and so did the conversation. My mind kept going back to that bath….
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