Page 3 of What Works for Us

We strolled hand in hand through the lobby toward the elevator. My heart rate elevated once we stepped inside. After the door closed, she pinned me against the mirrored walls. Firmly holding me in place as her mouth again took mine. Her tongue requested entry and my lips automatically parted, willingly allowing it. They engage in a dance … tasting … feeling. My legs weakened as other parts of my body awoke.One touch, just one touch so I can come.As my thought finished, the elevator dinged alerting us we’d arrived on our floor.

My nerves were on edge, my emotions scattered, and there was the incessant throbbing between my thighs. I fumbled with the flimsy door key only to watch it fall to the floor. When I bent over, she placed her hand on the small of my back, oddly grounding me. I snagged it and was able to unlock the door and held it open for her to enter.

“Nervous darling?” she purred, in that voice I craved to hear more of.

“Ah, um … yeah, a little bit.” There was no sense in lying, it was written all over my face. “I’m just gonna,” I pointed to the bathroom, “um, use the bathroom. Make yourself comfortable.” I bolted into the tiny room, quickly closing the door behind me. Leaning against the sink, internally I berated myself.Come on Iris, get your shit together. You know you want this. You’re aching for it. You haven’t been this aroused in years.

Snagging a washcloth from the rack, I soak it in the cold tap water using it to dab at the beading sweat on my neck. The cooling sensation it left behind was refreshing and just what I needed. After checking myself in the mirror and reapplying my lipstick, I reached for the door handle and paused.You’ve got this Iris. New life, new you.When I came around to face the bed, I was surprised to see Elena lying atop it, wearing nothing more than black lace panties and a matching bra. My mouth fell open, and I froze in place.

“Close your mouth, love.” She crawled to the bottom of the bed, swinging her legs over the side. “Take off your shoes and come here.”

I did as directed, and oddly without question. I knew right then and there, I wouldn’t be satisfied having only one night with her. I was drawn to her in ways I couldn’t explain, on levels I couldn’t begin to fathom. She took both my hands in hers, guiding me to stand between her legs. When I reached the desired destination, her hands left mine only to reach for my hips as she turned me around and unzipped my dress. She slid it down, over my shoulders. I watched as it fell to the floor, pooling around my ankles. And there I stood, for the first time in twenty years wearing nothing more than my lingerie in front of someone who wasn’t my husband.Ex-husband. Still nervous as all hell but wanting this more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

She turned me around, so I was facing her. Looking up she uttered a single word that pulled at my heartstrings: “Beautiful.” I felt my face flush.

How long had it been since someone had said that word to me? I worked hard to keep my body fit and let me tell you, reaching forty years of age made that goal twice as challenging to maintain. But what I saw reflected in her eyes when she said it assured me it wasn’t a lie. Truth, honesty, and desire were present.This stunning woman desires me.

Once again, she took me by the hand pulling, guiding me to sit beside her. With a single fingertip, she traced a line up my thigh, across my abdomen, and between my breasts and I gasped. With her thumb, she traced the outline of my lips, and across my cheekbone before resting her palm against the side of my face. As I leaned into it, she said, “Iris, you’re magnificent. I can tell by your reaction you’ve not been treated like the resplendent woman you are. That ends tonight.” She reached behind me grasping my neck and pulled my lips to hers.

I melted into the kiss, lost in the bliss it brought me. During that time, she somehow managed to remove both our bras before pressing me down onto my back. She stood, shimmying out her panties before ridding me of mine. There I was, in all my naked glory for the first time in my life, with a woman. A woman whose kiss told me I’d found my way home.

Her lust-filled eyes bathed me in warmth, as they took in the delicate package she’d unwrapped. Bringing my foot to her mouth, she kissed the arch and opened the gateway to stimulations I’d not previously experienced. I watched every move she made, relishing in the pleasure, her skillful lips and hands brought me.

Elena’s lips were a gift themselves, nibbling their way up the inside of my thighs. I gasped as she reached my core, never entering but familiarizing herself before laying stake to her claim. How desperately I wanted her, needed her to tame the fire burning inside me. Yet at the same time, I never wanted this fantasy-come-true to end.

The heightened sensations this foreplay elicited, hardened my nipples with an intensity like I’d never felt before. She knew where every pleasure zone was, and she tapped into each of them in turn. As Elena’s lips reached my torso, she paused, skating the palms of her hands across the taut skin before rising to kiss me. Her nipples brushed mine and my desire to touch her rushed to the forefront.

“Can I…?” I started but lost my words.

“Can you what, love? Ask, and it’s yours.” She drew my bottom lip out, pulling it between her teeth before releasing it.

“Can I touch you?” I managed to sputter.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do so.” She took my hands in hers, placing them on her chest as we massaged her breasts together. When Elena removed her hands, she bent to graze her tongue across my erect nubs.

“Please,” I groaned. “Suck them.”

“Yes,” was all she said before her lips and tongue began working their magic.

I needed more. I’d never experienced this much foreplay without being penetrated in some form or fashion. Sadly, I was brought to orgasm by my own hands more times than I cared to recount. My hunger took charge as I gained control and flipped her onto her backside, straddling her hips. Unable to utter a single word, I instead chose to use my body to show her how much I wanted her.

Claiming her mouth in a searing kiss that left her breathless, I watched intently as my thumb and forefinger delicately twisted her nipples. She moaned and arched her back, as I increased the intensity until she was writhing beneath me. With her lack of protest, I continued to torment this gorgeous creature, licking and nipping a path that started behind her ear. Her reaction had me memorizing that hot spot to catalog it for later. Working my way down her torso, my tongue dipped into her navel while my hand cascaded over her shaved mound, and down between her legs.Hairless… so fucking hot.When I reached her clit, she sucked in a breath as I proceeded to massage it with my fingertip, eliciting a delicious moan from this stunning woman allowing me to fulfill my fantasy. There was a question that always scratched at the back of my mind. Was I genuinely bisexual or merely bi-curious? Knowing I wanted this again, that question had finally been answered.

Studying this gorgeous figure spread-eagled in front of me when I reached her outstretched thighs, I positioned myself between them, tracing a path along her labia with my fingertip. Gently I encircled it before the need to taste her consumed me. Sliding down I extended my tongue, flicking her clit, once, twice before sucking the little bud and causing more of those arousing sounds she made.

My tongue drifted lower, delving deeper into unchartered territory. Dabbing first at her folds before diving in. The more I tasted of her, the more I craved her. Desperately seeking the spot that would make her scream my name.

“Oh God,” she panted. “Are you sure this is your first time?” I wiggled my tongue inside her while my thumb continued tormenting her bud. Elena locked her legs around my neck, her hands fisted my hair and held me firmly in place. I continued lapping her juices, relishing the fact that I was the one arousing her as she ground down against my tongue, riding it. My breaths shallowed as she rode my face, reaching her euphoric high and finally screaming my name, “Fuck! Iris…Yes!”

I was so fucking turned on by this, seeking friction of any sort to tamper the heat that had built within me. Straddling her hips, I leaned over, fiercely kissing her as I reached down to finger myself, only to have my hand slapped away and replaced with hers. She slipped two fingers easily inside me, leaned up and clamped down on one of my nipples as I, in turn, rode her fingers through my orgasm yelling, “Elena!” as I came.

Drenched in sweat, I plopped down beside her. Both our chests were heaving. Trying to fill with the air our lungs so desperately needed.

The last thing I remembered was curling up beside her before passing out.

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