HER STORY OF LUST AND SEX Chapter 5 continued

HER STORY OF LUST AND SEX
Chapter 5 continued

No I mean Look, she came on to me okay?

Oh my God! So what happened when you put her straight?

I hesitated for a fraction of a second as I wondered how to reply but Claire seized on it.

No! You didn't! What was it like?

She was leaning forward in her seat with the alcohol induced haze in her eyes replaced by a sudden brightness.


Well if you must know.

How was it for you, and your first time with a woman?

The wine had fired me with the boldness to ask the question that I had skirted around so painfully in Seville.

Me? I’m strictly men for me darling.

But you must have wondered, or even fantasized.

For a second she looked faintly disgusted, and I thought that I had pushed it too far, but then she giggled.

I couldn't not with another woman but you have to suppose that a lesbian would know which buttons to press.

I wanted to know how she would have reacted had she been exposed to Isabel.

So if a lesbian came in now and offered her services you would give it a try?

She would have to be very good looking.

She laughed out loud at her own lame joke and was still laughing as she continued.

Still, where are we going to find one at this time of night? I'll have to use you!


She was almost crying with laughter as she threw her legs open.

Come on. Get down here.

Fortunately she was wiping the tears from her eyes and did not notice that I had become transfixed. She was sporting a deep Mediterranean tan and she had eschewed tights leaving me gazing at her bare lush’s legs.

For years now Claire had worn her hair in a classy geometric bob cut which strengthened her already strong resemblance to the actress, from the seventies UK detective series, who had become famous for a similar style. I had often wondered if she was a natural blonde and now I knew. She was wearing panties which were as sheer as they were expensive and a neat triangle of light pubic hair could be clearly seen.

As I continued to stare I felt light headed. Somewhere in my mind Claire's mirth became confused with Isabel's mocking laughter and I felt a phantom pain in my jaw. Without thinking I stretched my tongue to reassure myself that the hurt had healed but

Claire chose that moment to open her eyes.

I quickly closed my mouth but she had seen. For a mere fraction of a second there was a look of confusion in her eyes but the slightest lift of her head turned it into an enquiry.

With only the tiniest hint of hesitation she slowly dropped her hand to her leg and allowed her thumb to graze the inside of her thigh.

In the past I had seen her seduce men and reduce them to quivering wrecks never thinking that one day I might be on the receiving end. In just a matter of seconds an idea had taken root in her mind and now she was acting upon it.

I tore my eyes away from her legs but only to stop a little higher where, even as I watched, her nipples were straining within the confines of her tight, black, cocktail dress.

My brain was telling me that my destiny was still in my own hands. I could have broken the tension and laughed it off as a joke, knowing that she would have laughed with me, but every passing second drew me more tightly into the web that she was weaving.

She moved her hand, drawing her skirt a little further up her thighs, and I looked down. That dropping of the eyes seemed, somehow, suggestive of submission and, as she picked up on it, I could almost feel the wave of excitement radiating from her.

Come over here.

Her voice was husky, inviting but it now had an edge of certainty which I found unnerving. In some way I still believed that there might an element of reciprocity but I knew, deep down, that it could not be so.

Her shirt was now trucked up to a degree that could no longer be construed as accidental and, with the tip of her finger, she teased the lacy hem of her panties.

I want you here, and now.

An outsider might, even now, have considered her tone to be playful, especially if she had been addressing herself to a man, but it worked, into my mind almost like a hypnotic suggestion.

I could have risen from my armchair and walked to hers but, in a final admission of defeat, I slid to my knees and shuffled across the gap between us.

She stayed unnaturally still as I placed my lips gently on the inside of her knee but I felt her tremble as I slowly began to kiss a trail up along her inner thigh. Her skin was incredibly smooth and the temptation was to lick but I could smell how excited she was and I was almost overcome by the urge to taste her.

As I reached her delta she moved her hand away to reveal that her panties were already drenched. I was fascinated by the way that the tight material flattened her labia and, as I moved closer still, I could see that they were dressed with a pale creamy rime.
In a single moment of depravity I leaned in and ran my tongue in a broad sweep across the crotch of her panties tasting her through the fine mesh.

Oh fuck!

Claire was shaking with excitement as I licked again and again squeezing her thin, but copious, juices through the fine mesh. Without caring, I groaned as I snuffled like a sow?

I lost track of time as I foraged further afield, licking almost underneath her, but the abrasive nature of the material was beginning to make my tongue sore. It may have been the waning of my initial enthusiasm, her own need, or perhaps a combination of both but she found the presence of mind to put her hand on my head.

Wait a second.

She pushed me back a little way as she rose unsteadily and then, with an almost rude rapidity, she pushed her soiled panties down her legs and stepped out of them before flicking them out of the way with the toe of her shoe.

She took her seat again with hers legs parted widely.

That's better, now you can really go for it.

To reinforce her remark she ran her fingers over her mound to plump her labia and to part the matted hairs that fringed them. I was left staring at her almost perfect pussy with the symmetrical lips neither too thick nor too thin and a teasing swelling at the apex hinting at a ripe clitoris.

A single gossamer strand remained suspended like a fairy bridge and, playing the part of the greedy ogre, I swept it away with my tongue and savored the tangy sweetness.

Stop teasing. Make me come.

Her pelvis was so neatly trimmed that I suspected a professional hand at work and I began to graze it with my tongue lapping up the taste before moving on to her clit.

I simply put my mouth to her labia and pushed my tongue inside and she accepted the intrusion with practiced ease. She was so hot inside that my instinct was to with draw. but with a sound verging on a growl, she put a hand to the back of my head and pushed me tight and held me there.

Juices escaping and oozing around my mouth and nose and for a brief seconded it was hard to breathe but I pushed my tongue deeper and raised my nose slightly. I could now draw shallow breaths but the richness of her scent made the air thick and I was almost panting in order to get enough oxygen.

Claire interpreted this with her growing arousal on my part and she began to feed my perceived need.

That's it baby lick me.

She began to rub herself into my face straining my tongue in the process.

That's a good girl swallow it for me.

I do not know if she appreciated just how wet she was. She was certainly lubricating more copiously than any of the others within my limited experience and I had to do as she asked just to keep my mouth clear. I somehow suspected that she was fully aware and I imagined the many men who had already worshipped at this treasured altar.

The odd thing was that her taste was in no way diluted; even as I swallowed my mouth and tongue remained coated with an earthy savor.

These thoughts and more occupied my mind as she took her pleasure at ease and it was a long time before she finally tugged insistently on my hair to focus my attention on her clitoris.

As soon as I touched it with my tongue it swelled free to stand proud of her labia and I began to pay homage to it with all my new found skills.

From then on it was a downhill road. I sensed that she was trying to hold back but she was gaining speed until she lost control altogether and her orgasm toyed with nerves and muscles which were no longer hers to command.

After all that had gone before I thought that she would have run dry but, as her body shuddered, spurts of moisture spattered against my face. In all my years I had never let a man do that to me, it had always seemed degrading, but here I was welcoming the inundation almost as a form of blessing.

I was reluctant to move from between her legs wondering how the hell I was going to face her but Claire forced the issue. She eased herself away from me and got to her feet.

Stay here while I get cleaned up.

I sat down again and listened to the shower running while I tried my best to clean myself off with tissues and a bottle of water from the mini bar. My thoughts were a maelstrom and I could pluck nothing rational from the chaos but there was comfort to
be found in this inability as I feared the conclusions that I might draw.

It was a good twenty minutes before Claire came back in to the room but I was shocked when she did. I suppose I expected to see her dressed, made up, allowing me the pretense that nothing had happened but she stood in the doorway completely naked.

Worse still, she stood posed, allowing me to drink her in as she knew I would.

It was odd, after all that had transpired, that I felt awkward looking at her. I had often seen her in swimwear but I had never seen her completely naked. Her body was toned by regular trips to the gym and the beauty treatments that she delighted in and she might almost be thought of as boyish but for her magnificent breasts. They were of a modest size but they formed a pair of heavy symmetrical gourds with large upturned nipples.

Other woman paid thousands to achieve anything like the effect but Claire was naturally blessed.

Having allowed me my indulgence she crossed to the bed and unhurriedly plumped up the pillows. Once she was happy with the arrangement she settled herself on the headboard, sitting up at the head of the bed, and then, almost theatrically she raised her knees and opened her legs.

Come and eat me.

I almost felt a sense of relief. I no longer had a decision to make it had been made for me. Like an automaton I slowly arose and walked to the bed. Her position made my own placement inevitable and so, fully clothed, I laid myself down and slunk between her legs.

I do not know for how many hours she kept me there, bring her to orgasm after orgasm, whilst she arrogantly relaxed but I was glad when she finally told me that she needed some sleep. I was left to gather my bedraggled body and to withstand the withering looks of the hotel doorman while he hailed me a taxi.


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