Chapter 3

When Diana finally collapsed against the bed, Susan carefully cleaned her sopping cunt. Then she crept up the bed and laid her head on Diana’s shoulder. Diana wrapped her arms around Susan, who cuddle on her side against the other woman. Without a further word they fell asleep.

In the morning, Diana awakened while Susan was still asleep. Diana gazed at her new lover. How astonishing that here she was in bed with another woman, such an unexpected delight after all the years of fantasy. She remembered the evening before, the lovely reality of the lovemaking, and as the images flashed one after the other, she found herself aroused again. She turned on her back as quietly as possible, slid a hand down to her sex and started a slow rubbing of her clitoris.

It was something she did nearly every morning at home after her husband left the bed. She was used to it, almost dependent on it as a way to start the day. Before long, the rubbing of her clitoris became more determined, her fingers now wet with her juices.

Suddenly, Diana was aware that Susan was awake and aware of the movements of the sheet and bed. Diana immediately stopped masturbating and pulled her hand away from her belly. When she turned to look at Susan’s face, Susan seemed amused.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” Susan said with a soft laugh. “I do it every morning, and usually more than once.”

“We seem to have a few things in common.”

Their eyes met, and Susan said: “And after last night, more than a few things.”

“Do you want me to leave? I can go back to my room.”

“No, I don’t want that,” Diana said.

“Then I’ll go into the shower and give you some privacy.”

“No, not that either.”

Susan hesitated, her voice husky. “You want me to watch you?”

“Yes, would you do that?”

“You don’t want to? would it be too gross?”

“But I do want to. I want it very much. Please, Diana, let me watch you.”

With a sigh, her heart beating with excitement, Diana pushed the sheet down to uncover her body and slid a hand between her legs.

It was all Susan could do to keep from reaching for Diana. She wanted her as badly as she had last night. But this, oh this was something so special. She remembered listening to her college roommate masturbate and trying to quietly keep up with her. But THIS!

Diana stretched catlike on the bed. She brushed her hand over her already wet sex. Her other hand slid to meet that one. Her palms slowly wandered down over her thighs. They moved to the outside of her thighs. She sighed as she drew them all the way up her sides and then over her chest. She languorously caressed her breasts. Then that same hand reached between her legs.

Susan thought she would actually faint from the excitement. Every tiny touch of Diana’s fingers on her smooth supple body made Susan ache. She rolled on her side, her eyes drinking in the sight of her lover pleasuring herself. Susan stretched her left leg out. She placed her foot next to that knee, her leg bent, opening herself. Squirming her left arm from under her she cupped her breast. With herother hand she rubbed circles on her stomach, moving slowly down over her mons.

“Do you like this?” Diana’s soft words startled Susan. Diana’s closed eyes opened and focused on Susan.

“Oh my lord, Diana. I can’t believe how erotic it is.” Susan’s thumb began to stroke slowly over her already roused nipple. “You are so beautiful.”

“I see you’re touching yourself, Susan.” Diana’s fingers were moving quicker between her legs. Her body was beginning to tremble. “Touch yourself for me Susan.”

Susan gasped. Her hand plunged between her own legs. Her clit was already engorged and unhooded. She frantically slid her hand up and down, her fingers circling her clit. Every movement from Diana she tried to match with one of her own.

Diana’s body arched and a low deep cry escaped from her lips. Susan echoed it with one of her own as spasms ran though her body. She pinched her nipple and the sensation matched with that of her fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge in a matching orgasm.

“Oh my, oh MY, OH MY, Diana,” Susan gasped, barely able to breath. “I can’t….I can’t believe it. I never imagined this could feel this incredible.”

“Neither did I,” Diana returned. She leaned over and kissed Susan softly on the lips, the only touch they had permitted themselves.

Susan’s eyes twinkled. “Now, I am going to have to take that shower.”

“Let’s do it together,” Diana said.

Susan looked at her. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Why not? I’ll wash your back.”

Their eyes locked, and after a long moment, Susan nodded.

Diana felt her pulse racing as they walked naked to the shower btogether. The orgasm on the bed had been lovely, but she wanted more. She wanted Susan. She feasted her eyes on Susan’s ass as Susan climbed over the edge of tub. Lust, Diana thought. What she felt was pure lust. But also more than that. She felt close to this woman. She needed more from Susan than Susan’s body.

Inside the shower, the curtain closed, the water cascading over them, Diana briefly kissed Susan’s cheek and then started soaping Susan’s back. After a few moments, she stroked with more pressure, scrubbing Susan’s back firmly from her shoulders down to the tops of her buttocks. She wanted to fondle Susan’s ass, but thought it was too soon. She did not want the shower to end. “Turn around,” Diana said. “I’ll wash your front too.” She held her breath, hoping that Susan would not reject the idea.

But Susan turned to face her with a shy smile. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

Diana slid the wet soap over Susan’s chest, washing her breasts, drawing circles around them with her hands, soaping the thick nipples. She urged Susan under the spray to rinse her breasts, and then on impulse she bent her head to briefly kiss each nipple. When she heard Susan moan, Diana took one of Susan’s breasts in her mouth and sucked it with hunger.

Yes, Diana thought. After all these years…

After a while Diana released the breast from her mouth and dropped to her knees in front of Susan.

Looking down at Diana, Susan seemed to know what Diana wanted. Her eyes narrowed, Susan placed a foot on the edge of the tub to make herself available. Her sex opened like a tropical flower.

Diana gazed at Susan’s cunt, at the exposed clitoris awaiting her, at the just visible opening of Susan’s vagina. She shifted forward, closed her mouth over Susan’s sex and started sucking. Without reserve. The hunger in her belly was too strong. She foraged in the other woman’s trough, realizing how blatant it was, how aggressive, how awful to reveal her desire like this. But she couldn’t help it. She clutched the cheeks of Susan’s asswith her hands and continued sucking and licking and sucking until Susan lifted her head and groaned under the shower spray. Diana held on until Susan’s orgasm was finished, and then she rose and she kissed Susan deeply, her tongue working against Susan’s.

When they finally broke apart, Susan slid her arms around Diana’s waist and said, “Let me do you.”

“Yes, but not here. On the bed. I don’t want to be distracted by all this water!”

Susan quickly toweled herself and then helped dry Diana. She found the more she touched the other woman, the harder it was to even think of stopping. She hastily dropped the towels and drug Diana after her back to the bedroom. She almost tripped in her haste.

She slowed just for a second, allowing Diana to pass her. She wanted Diana, she wanted her in ways she could barely imagine. The orgasm she had just had, rather than satiate her had made her even more aware of her own body and Diana’s.Her eyes traveled up Diana’s legs and suddenly Susan was swept by a desire she had never even dreamed about.

“Diana”, she called, as the other woman was almost at the bed, “Stop. No, don’t turn around,” she added as Diana, puzzled, started to turn. “Stay right there.”

Her heart hammering, Susan stepped right behind Diana. She kissed her on the side of her neck, gently nuzzling the soft flesh. Her hands rested on Diana’s hips. Her thumbs moved in small circles over the swell of Diana’s ass. Susan shifted her lips to the top of Diana’s spine. One bump at a time, she slowly kissed her way down Diana’s back.

Susan’s hands slid down the sides of Diana’s thighs. They moved to the back of them and stroked up as Susan’s kisses reached the small of Diana’s back. With that Susan slipped to her knees and her wandering fingers began to caress the Diana’s firm cheeks.

“Susan, are you sure?”

“Yes,” was the only reply Susan could make. Her mouth started at the top of Diana’s cleft. Her searching tongue out, Susan carefully parted Diana’s cheeks, glorying in the feel of the smooth taunt globes. Her face slid down, pressing into Diana’s mysterious recess. She breathed deeply, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of Diana’s arousal and her secret place.

The Diana’s rosebud was before her. She placed a kiss on it, then her tongue began its exploration. She licked at the ring, wetting it. She closed her lips over it and inhaled, sucking it. She felt it give and fluttered her tongue against it. She pressed harder, and the tip of her tongue opened the rosebud and entered.

Diana moaned deeply and bent over, opening and exposing herself to Susan. Susan’s fingers went between Diana’s legs and began to slide back and forth in Diana’s wet slit. The middle and ring fingers curled into Diana’s cunt while the index finger caressed her clit.

While Susan fingered her lover, her face pressed deeper into Diana’s ass. Her tongue, wiggled and tapped and forced itself until, rolled tightly she felt the ring give way. Susan’s tongue slid into Diana’s anal cavity. Susan curled it, tasting the musky flavor.her fingers kept time with the thrusts of her tongue in and out of Diana’s ass.

Diana clutched the bed to keep from falling. Her hips moved back and forth, onto and off of Susan’s driving tongue and fingers. Susan felt Diana’s entire body tense and attempt to clutch her and keep her inside. Then with a loud cry of “Susannnnnnnn”, Diana’s body released and she came.

They lay in each other’s arms on the bed, on their sides and facing each other, Diana’s hand stroking Susan’s hair.

Susan sighed. “You must think I’m perverted for doing that.”

“Don’t be silly, I loved it.”

“Have you had it done to you before?”

“Yes, but not often enough. And it never excited me as much as it did now.”

Diana chuckled. “Yes, I’m sure. And you’re going to get it right back, you know.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“But of course it is. I’ve been looking at your ass since we met, and I’m not losing my chance!”

Susan blushed and Diana kissed her. “But I want you to do something for me,” Diana said.

“Wear a pair of heels for me. Naked and with heels. That really turns me on. I want you to be wearing heels when I make love to that lovely bottom. Will you do that for me?”

Susan quickly pulled away, left the bed and grabbed Diana’s robe. “The shoes are in my room. I’ll back in a jiffy.” She blew Diana a kiss and hurried out the door.

Ten minutes later they were together again. This time it was Susan who was bent over, her body on all fours, her head and shoulders pressed down on a pillow, her knees spread wide and her ass raised to receive Diana’s attention.

Diana was thrilled. She hadn’t expected their lovemaking to proceed so rapidly. Kneeling like that on the bed, so sexy in her high heeled sandals, Susan’s body now dominated the room. Diana gazed at her, a fixed gaze from a distance, aware of the beating of her heart, the intense passion that this woman has managed to evoke in her soul. Then Diana approached Susan, moving close to the bed, close enough to extend a hand and touch Susan’s hip, her lower back, the pale white skin of her buttocks.

Diana noticed the chair near the foot of the bed, and she pulled it over to sit behind Susan, directly behind Susan’s upraised buttocks. Diana’s eyes passed over Susan’s s calves and thighs, the globes of her buttocks, the long groove between the full globes, Susan’s legs apart enough to widen the groove and expose the pink little knot of her anus and the full lips of her sex.

With her hands on the upper parts of Susan’s thighs, Diana leaned forward and licked Susan’s right buttock, kissed it with her tongue and lips, then moved to the left buttock to do the same.

“You’re so lovely,” Diana said, her pulse racing again. She moved her face into the groove to give a long lick of Susan’s flesh from the pouch of her cunt up to her anus and back again. Diana licked again, another long lick, her tongue wetting Susan’s anus, tickling the ring, then sliding down again to part the lips of Susan’s sex.

Finally Diana pulled her face back and she used her thumbs to gently open Susan’s sex as though she were splitting a peach, opening Susan to her eyes, the pink groove, the mouth of Susan’s vagina, the tiny opening of her urethra, the pink-red tip of Susan’s clitoris half exposed out of its cowl, her source, her center, her flower, her cunt.

And the anus, the asshole, the secret eye. With a knot of desire in her chest, Diana leaned forward and buried her face in Susan’s ass, her chin pressing fiercely against Susan’s cunt. She held the cheeks of Susan’s ass with her hands as she began working her tongue into the puckered opening.

Susan was moaning now, her hips moving slowly in a circle as Diana’s wet tongue slithered past the ring of muscle. Diana could feel Susan’s excitement, feel the trembling of Susan’s thighs. She worked her tongue deep, closed her lips over the ring and sucked at it as she slid her tongue in and out.

Susan groaned, mumbled something unintelligible as she shook her ass against Diana’s face.

Finally Susan cried out, “Oh god, I’m coming. Oh god, oh god.”

Diana kept her face pressed between Susan’s buttocks, her tongue working in the dark hole.

Susan moaned. “I love you.”

Pulling her face from Susan’s ass, Diana replied: “And I love you.”