Who Takes Care of You

For whatever reason, I have found this post to be by far one of my hardest to write.  It's been all up in my head but the whole evening still seems almost surreal, making it really hard to find my words and do it the justice it deserves. 

Honestly, I never thought making out with a girl would feel..and be...so natural.  Damn! I never expected to enjoy it so much.  For years, I built things up in mind to believe that maybe, just maybe, some things were better left to fantasy. 


So with that...I'm sorry it took so long..hope you enjoy!

Chrysalis and I sat on opposite sides of the hot tub still enjoying our drinks, still talking.  But I couldn't help notice the occasional bump of our legs under the water.  Getting out of the water a couple of times to refill drinks and cool off, I found myself now very comfortable moving around in front of her completely nude.  We talked about our bodies, discussed the meanings of our tattoos, and plenty of other "stuff".

At one point while we were relaxing, she noticed I was favoring one side of my neck. Turning my body away from her, she started massaging me. With a perfect touch, not too hard and not too soft, she slowly began working out the knots in my shoulders and neck.  Her hands eventually traveled down the length of my back, dipped under the water and focused on my low back and glutes.  The tension in my muscles was melting away.  However, each time she brushed against me with her body, I could feel a different type of tension building.

I am certainly not the expert that she is but I offered to return the favor.  It was such a wonderful and organic way to begin the exploration of her body in a non-sexual way.  I've said before that I am not much of a touchy-feely person so I wasn't sure if I would enjoy touching someone in this way, much less how it would feel touching a woman.  I had really feared that it would just be awkward, but she has this way about her that makes me feel safe, free to open up, and be myself.   

Her skin was so soft and inviting and the curves of her body fascinated me.  Eventually, we went back to talking but seemed to be gravitating around to the same side of the tub until we were more face to face.  With my arm draping over hers and our legs overlapping,  I found it impossible not to stroke her arm, but couldn't bring myself to make any other move.

The conversation drifted off and our eyes locked in that "we know what comes next kind of way".  Thankfully, she had the courage that I didn't have. 

And that is how the kiss began...the first time I have ever kissed a girl.  She leaned forward, bringing my face towards her, and started by brushing her lips against mine. The intensity in the kiss continued to grow but was still a soft and slow exploration.

Now with our bodies pressed together, our hands began tracing the curves of each others bodies.  I moved away from her lips to kiss the soft flesh along her neck, completely intoxicated each time I sensed her breathing change. As her hand moved under the water, lightly brushing against my most sensitive spot, I could feel my body already quivering with anticipation.
        
Eventually my fingers followed her lead as I gently traced the outline of her opening just before finally moving inside her softness.

Learning someone's body is never an easy thing, particularly when you have been with the same person for a very long time.  And yes, we as females have the same parts and know what feels good to ourselves, but we are also complicated creatures. Each one of us is unique and responds differently and I was so completely lost in this desire to explore every inch of her to figure out what she responded to.

Her fingers continued working, coaxing me closer and closer to the point of no return, until I asked her permission for my pleasure just as I would with Heron.

After coming back down to earth, we continued touching and playing until the water around us had gotten cold.  We hopped out and went upstairs to try out a new toy that she had recently bought for herself.  And while my fingers didn't get the job done quite as well as hers had for me, anyone who's read here long enough, knows that I can most definitely WORK a damn Hitachi!

As I crouched over her on the bed, she looked at me and let out a gasp, throwing her hand over her mouth. I thought for sure she had seen something crawling on me.  Half laughing and half worried, she blurted out that I had a mark on me.  Running to the mirror, I looked and then we were both laughing.  I remembered her "nipping" my neck at one point, but never thought it would have been enough to leave a bruise. Obviously, neither did she.    

Crawling back between her legs, I turned on the Hitachi and rubbed it in slow circles over her.  Before long, I recognized the tell-tale signs as her back began arching and her hands each grabbed a fist full of sheets around her.   

Never in all my life, have I watched something so erotic.  Seeing a woman completely lost and enjoying the moment is amazingly hot and I found myself instantly aroused again.  I've always heard women can just keep going with each other for hours.  I now have no doubt as to why. 

Even though it was a fairly tame night...we were both returning to our men with proof of the fun we had.  Not only was I showing up at home with a hickey on my neck, but her husband was coming home to a soaked bed. 


Guess I finally found my words...:)