Sherri’s sex story

The snow gave way to a world that was waking after the long slumber of winter. The air was warmer, the grass greener and more people were outdoors. Yet in this world of new beginnings and light, I had something heavy in my heart. I wasn’t quite sure what it was but I felt restless somehow. Although I loved my husband more than anything else in the world, I wanted something more, I wanted to explore ­ I didn’t know what. Bobby and I had fallen into the same old habit ­ he was away a lot and worked all the time. I taught high school English and also worked on my Masterąs degree. I wanted to have fun and do something thrilling. I hadn’t been out with my girlfriends in months, and I even tended to stay home on the weekends when Bobby was working. I was bored and funky.

I felt like that the day I met Sherri. I had just come home from school on a very warm Saturday. I had an mid-morning class so it was only 2:00 PM when I got home. I slowly trudged up the stairs to the bedroom and stripped off my clothes. I then jumped into the shower to wash off my makeup and clean up. Just as I was getting out, I heard the doorbell ring. Soaking wet, I slipped into a terry cloth robe and ran to the door. Forgetting my usual cautions, I swung open the door, and there she stood, one of the most beautiful women I had ever encountered.

She stood there in white short shorts that showed off her long, tan legs. A tight tank top showed every curve of her slender torso and firm breasts. I stood there and stared for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she spoke in a quite, husky voice. “Hi, my name is Sherri. I just moved in to an apartment in the house across the street. I love your house and when I saw you drive in, I wanted to introduce myself.” I felt awkward in my robe with my dripping hair, but I told her my name was Bea and invited her in. I offered her a drink and went to fridge and grabbed a bottled water and then ran to the bathroom to finish combing my hair.

I came out and sat at the other end of the couch. We began talking about where she was from and how long she had lived in town. I felt this strange feeling in me, her face and eyes just drew me into them. I was extremely attracted to this woman. I tried to dismiss these thoughts as a product of my mood, but found I couldn’t. We talked for almost an hour about ourselves.

When she told me she had to get home, I stood from the couch. While I had been sitting, my robe tie loosened. I didn’t realize it until I followed her gaze and looked down. I blushed furiously and covered myself with a slight giggle. But when I looked at her, she was searching my eyes for something. Her own nipples had grown hard under her tank top.

“Well, it was very nice meeting you, Bea,” She said breathlessly. “Iąve been wanting to go out dancing and see the sights of Rochester. Would you like to go clubbing or something soon?”

I thought for a minute, and asked her if she would like to go tonight. “Iąd love to,” she exclaimed. “Only this time, don’t get so embarrassed when you become uncovered. You really do have nice breasts.” I stood there stunned as she walked toward the door. “How about 9:00 PM,” she asked. At that point, anything was fine to me. I knew that I wanted this woman in a way I had never known. She closed the door softly, and I went to start getting ready. I felt anticipation growing between my legs…

I was so anxious as I began doing my hair. Curl after curl, I anticipated the night to come not knowing what to expect. What could Sherri have meant when she talked about me not covering myself later. I knew my imagination had gone wild, and that she probably only meant to help me get over my embarrassment. But I couldn’t stop the fantasies that were running through my head. I put on my makeup a little heavier than usual and it looked really good. I hardly noticed that I had lost five pounds until I slipped into a skirt from six years before. It was a tight little black and white mini that showed too much when I bent over. The air was still warm outside, and so I put on a pink tank top that showed my midriff. Every curve showed to perfection and I admired my reflection for an instant before the doorbell rang. I slipped into some heels and ran to the door. There Sherri stood, wearing a short peach skirt, and a form fitting body suit. Her breasts were bare underneath her top and her nipples protruded through the cotton. Our compliments became a little excessive before we realized it and we laughed off the awkward moment.

Sherri offered to drive and we slipped into her red ’95 Miata convertible, top down of course. Her skirt had come up a little and revealed a small patch of brown hair between her thighs. I felt a distinct wetness creep between my thighs. I was glad I hadnąt worn panties either. After a long while, I stopped staring at her and enjoyed the ride. We were almost to a bar someone had recommended to her. She knew I had been looking at her and admiring her. By now, I was dripping wet, and slightly embarrassed by that fact. But I had never felt so attracted to a woman before.

We arrived at the bar and walked in. The room was crowded and dim. Smoke curled towards the ceiling and was sucked away by the ventilation. It was cool enough to send shivers up my spine, and blood to my nipples. I realized it was going to be an interesting night when I noticed…most of the couples were women…

I looked around apprehensively. I had never been in a bar like this before. Sherri just looked at me and smiled. She led me to two open bar stools and we ordered drinks. We stayed on those seats for over two hours, laughing and talking. Then she asked if I wanted to go out on the dance floor. It was a fast song, and so I agreed. The more we danced, the more fun we had. We sat back down, hot and sweaty. She inquired if I had ever had a bi-sexual experience. I truthfully told her no, but added that it has always been a fantasy of mine. She told me she could make my fantasies come true.

A slow song came over the speakers, and she took my hand and led me to the dance floor. She put one arm around my neck and the other around my waist. I mimicked her. I could feel my pulse racing, while wetness filled my pussy. She held me close to her as she moved her hips against mine. Then it happened. She leaned over and gently kissed me. I gasped at the softness of her lips. I locked my fingers into her soft hair and kissed her back. I couldn’t get over the way her lips felt against mine. Her lower hand was caressing my ass. She asked me if I wanted to leave and go back to her place. I quickly agreed and was positive that the wetness was about to run down my legs. We hurried to the car and got in…

We reached her apartment shortly. My senses were heightened by my nervous anticipation. Her beautiful body pressed gently against mine as she tenderly kissed my lips. So slowly, so softly. She looked into my eyes. I could no longer stand it, I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her firmly. Her tongue searched for mine in a desperate effort to become one with me. I held her hair twisted between my shaking fingers. She moved to my side and began caressing my nipples and breasts with her long fingernails. She continued to kiss me and our tongues swirled with a fiery passion. We lay back on the bed. She pulled her head away and looked into my eyes for a seeming eternity before she traced my nipple with her tongue, leaving a damp ring around the dark area. Her other hand began stroking my stomach. My body tensed at her touch. Extreme pleasure shivers controlled my body. Hesitantly, I reached for her breast when she suddenly took my hand and put it there for me.

“Squeeze my nipples,” she said in between her teasing licks. I obediently began to squeeze and pinch gently, then firmly then gently. Quickly her nipples became taut in my fingers. Her fingers began exploring lower and lower. I felt her pull delicately at my hairs. I couldn’t breathe I was so excited. She knew exactly what to do. I squeezed her breasts with my hands, firmly and longingly. Her tongue began taking the same path as her fingers. Down, down my stomach… she left a damp streak of pleasure. Her tongue soon reached where her fingers were still playing with my wetted matte of pubic hair. I could no longer reach her breasts so I began to play with my own.

As I softly caressed my orbs, Sherri took the plunge. Moving slowly down one thigh, Sherri used her tongue, moving ever towards my center of passion. The bedspread beneath us began soaking up the results of our intense embrace. I reached…reached between Sherriąs legs and felt a warm tingle between mine. I worked my way slowly past her lips until reaching her small, hooded bud. I gently pushed and squeezed her awakening clit between my thumb and fore finger. Suddenly, Sherri became a thrashing figure as she moaned in a low, ecstatic tone. Waves of pleasure washed over her. I watched Sherri, breathless as I continued to press her button of pleasure. This was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The waves just wouldn’t stop and I thought she would be jolted by the electricity forever.

I felt my own heat mount as Sherri finally lay spent on the bed in front of me. She pursed her luscious lips and then looked deep into my pure azure eyes. “I hardly know you,” Sherri said sheepishly, “yet here I am lying naked next to you.” A cool breeze whooshed through the open window of the room. Outside the sun was blazing gloriously but the blaze below was unrelenting. “Well,” I giggled, ł I hope we have a long chance to get to know each other even more.˛ Sherri looked back longingly and then smiled and said, “Like what are you doing in the next few days, weeks and years.” I flashed a bright smile and beamed it her way. “Only you.˛ I said with delighted glee.