Published 2 years ago
We had met by chance at a professional seminar. Ellen was the only other female in attendance at the seminar entitled "Correctly Analyzing Steel Futures: Evaluating the Impact of Weather on Far East Production". Ho hum. Being the only two females of the 30 or so other attendees we smiled at each other from afar and found ourselves seated next to each other for much of the conference.
Ellen Morneau was her name, and like myself, she worked for a securities investment house, she in NYC, and I, in Boston. She was petite, maybe 5'2", with short neat black hair, and skin pale as alabaster, which set off her startling dark brown eyes in contrast. She dressed well, a white silk blouse under a Jones New York black business suit, nails: perfect. Married for 6 years, she was 32, no children, and living in New Jersey.
We had a delightful two days together and I felt drawn to her, or maybe even stronger than that. I felt destined to be her friend. We had a lot in common, even beyond our similar careers. We found that we both liked to run, and swim, and preferred reading a good book over watching the latest sitcom.
Ellen spoke with fondness of her grandparents cabin on a secluded lake in West Virginia where she would spend her summer months basking in the quietude of sultry summer nights and of memories of sitting on the dock with her foot in the cooling water. I spoke of the quiet cold of the winter nights I spent at my parents ski lodge in Maine as a child. The bitter cold night air would close in around you making the fire in the fireplace the only source of warmth and light.
"Debbie, that sounds fantastic, although I'll take my Virginia warm nights over your Maine freeze- your-ass-off nights any day." We both laughed.
"You know Ellen, as I get older I dislike the cold more and more. Plus, I love to be outdoors running or swimming. I don't get up to Maine much anymore, plus with work and all, and Dan would like to start a family in the next year or two. Although, men make it sound like they are building a new shed when they talk about starting a family. They have no appreciation of what it is like for a woman to commit to that."
"I know what you mean. John and I just have too much going on in our careers to stop and take the break to commit to raising a family. Someday, just not now."
After spending two days together with Ellen I had to admit something to myself. I was sexually attracted to her. I'm no prude, and Dan, my husband, and I have a healthy and happy sex life. I wasn't concerned about my feelings, I felt that really they were just a healthy, natural feeling of attraction to someone you wanted to bond with. The feelings were the desire for the intimacy of friendship to be extended beyond that, to the more physical intimacy of sexual desire. I thought about what it would like to be with a woman, and more particularly Ellen, sexually, and thought that under the right circumstances, I would probably find it pretty fulfilling. But like my girlhood crushes on Tom Cruise, this fantasy was safe, because the circumstances would never present themselves. Or so I thought.
When the conference ended we exchanged emails, and hugs, and promised to stay in touch. From the feeling of an extra touch of pressure on the back when we hugged, I knew that she meant to stay in touch, and, in fact, we did.
Over the next 6 months we exchanged emails and chatted on Messenger online occasionally. Two or three times we spoke on the phone. The conversations were pleasant, delightful actually. I found myself missing her company, and I sensed she felt the same way. The bond we created at the conference remained and grew over the subsequent months and I soon found myself sending her small gifts, butterflies actually. She had remarked on a beautiful butterfly at the conference, and from that time forward whenever I was passing through the gift shops at whichever airport I had been flying through, I looked for anything with butterflies on it. Sometimes it was just a refrigerator magnet, other times a pen, but always a butterfly. Ellen was always delighted to receive them, and I would get an immediate email letting me know how much she enjoyed the gift.
And so 6 months became 8 months then 10 and our friendship grew. The sloe-eyed beauty had become my best friend. I told her everything, and shared my dreams, pain, and joy with her over those few months.
In early August, Ellen called me very excited to speak with me. "Deb, c'mon, my grandparents cabin by the lake, the one I told you about, is free next weekend. Let's hang out together and have a girls weekend, it's so quiet and secluded." My heart jumped. A weekend with Ellen sounded wonderful.
"God Ellen, that sounds fantastic, just us, sort of like a spa weekend for two."
"So can you come?" she was almost pleading.
"I'm in. Let's call it the Butterfly Spa Weekend. Wine allowed of course." I laughed.
"Oh yes,,,by the vat. I'm so glad you said yes. I really want to see you again." I let that hang in the air a few seconds, it sounded so nice.
"Just tell me when and where, girl."
The weekend couldn't come fast enough. As the date grew nearer the weather reported that it would be a hot, muggy summer weekend. Perfect. I was looking forward to warm evening runs followed by a swim in the lake.
When I landed at the airport my body was trembling with excitement. I almost knocked the flight attendant out of the way as I made my way off the airplane. I saw her, or felt her, almost immediately as I entered the terminal. Ellen was on her tip-toes straining to see up the jetway, and I saw that expectant smile on her face, exactly as I had remembered it.
We threw our arms around each other. I could feel the warmth of her body through the sundress she had on. She felt so wonderful. I didn't want to break my hold on her. I wanted to feel her warmth against me, let the scent of her perfume fill my senses. This felt so right, to be hugging her. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
"Look at you," she smiled. "You look like you are ready for vacation." She beamed. I had worn my favorite wide-brimmed straw hat, and a simple taupe linen shift dress, snug at the hips, then slim down to my mid-calf. I am taller than Ellen, almost 5'8", and my shoulder length brown hair flowed out from my hat over the dress's spaghetti straps on my shoulders.
"I feel ready," I laughed, "for my vacation at the "Butterfly Spa." She laughed and we held hands as we walked out of the airport and into the warm, humid, West Virginia afternoon.
It was an hour's drive from the airport to the cabin, and we talked about the trip, and about how good it was to be together again. Mostly we kept saying how we couldn't believe we were together again for a few days, and how much fun it would be to get caught up. As she drove I kept looking over to her. I was really surprised how strongly I felt attracted to her physically after seeing her again. I think since I had gotten over the first shock of feeling sexually attracted to her, over the past few months I had grown more comfortable with it, or maybe that wasn't exactly the right way to put it. I think I had enjoyed thinking of her sexually as part of my own thoughts or fantasies. But now that I was with her again physically I was stunned how strongly I felt attracted to her.
I looked over at her as she drove, eyeing her delicate, yet strong fingers as they gripped the wheel of the car. Her eyes, those dark coal eyes, were lively, darting glances over the road, the horizon, and occasionally over to me. The skin on her face was perfect, almost creamy smooth, trailing down her neck. Her arms were toned. She worked out. I could see the curve of her breast through the arm-hole of her dress as she drove. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the soft flesh rose and fell enticingly as the car bounced over the country road. The yellow cotton dress was bunched at her hips leaving her legs exposed to the mid thigh. Her legs were spread, a foot on the gas pedal, and another against the door. She looked carefree, comfortable, and sexy.
"Are you even listening to me?" I looked at her puzzled.
"Oh my god, Ellen, I'm so sorry, I'm just so happy to be with you again." With that she looked at me and her smile radiated her inner happiness. Her hand came off the wheel and clutched mine in hers next to my thigh. We didn't say another word, just enjoyed the warm breezes coming through the windows.
The cabin was adorable. A small two-bedroom affair 100 feet from the water's edge; it was perfect in its seclusion. Coombskille Lake is small, and Ellen told me that there were only two other houses on the lake, clear around the point and out of sight. Ellen showed me my room, overlooking the west edge of the pond. Her room was larger, overlooking the lake, with large screened windows and a fan, slowly churning. The bathroom was amazing. The size of the bathroom was equal to my room. It had a large claw toed copper tub that dominated the center of the room. You could easily fit two, I thought to myself.
"I love it Ellen. This is really charming."
"Well, we'll enjoy it later, get ready, it's time for a run. Go get changed", and off she went. I squealed with delight, and tore my luggage open. I loosed the straps of my dress, letting if fall off my shoulders and pool at my feet. I pulled on a white jogging bra, and simple black lycra shorts. I stepped out onto the porch where I found Ellen already stretching. She smiled over at me, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. "We are going to have so much fun."
We never saw another person, or car out on the country roads as we ran. Ellen begged me to slow down at times, "Hey, my legs are shorter." I never did slow, and she never fell behind. We finished our 8 miles in the early evening heat of West Virginia. As we walked around the back of the cabin I looked at Ellen in her yellow jogging top, and matching yellow shorts. Her skin glistened with sweat, her muscular legs taut.
As we neared the pond, Ellen surprised me by reaching up and pulling her top up over her breasts and over her head. She looked at me as I stared slack-jawed at her breasts, perfect in their shape, and size I thought. They were full, and slightly up-turned at the olive colored nipple. She smiled, "Come on, let's go for a swim." It all seemed so natural for her as she slipped her shorts off and glided down the dock, diving into the dark waters of the lake with the grace and appearance of a swan, white against the black surface. She broke the surface in a long backstroke twenty-five feet from the dock. "Hey, c'mon, " she yelled back at me, "it's beautiful."
It was an awkward moment for me, but as I looked at her, the absolute wonder of here face, and the energy she exuded, I mentally relaxed and reached for the underside of my jogging bra. I pulled it over my head and looked out again at Ellen in the water. She was openly looking at me, smiling. "Whoo hoo, go girl." I had another moment of nervousness as I realized that she was not going to afford me any privacy by the courtesy of even looking away. She was still staring at me as I rolled my lycra shorts off my legs. I now stood only in my thong panties and the temptation to run into the bushes and hide was overwhelming. But as I looked over at Ellen I could see she wasn't embarrassed at all, and in fact was looking at me with what I thought was a look of expectation. I could easily leave the thong on and just dive off the dock and in, but Ellen hadn't done that. She was nude as moved languidly threw the water.
In one swift movement I removed my panties, and tossed them onto the pile of my clothes. I closed my eyes for a moment, encouraging myself to move with the confidence I didn't really have. I had nothing to be ashamed of in terms of my body. My breasts are a b-cup, which look a bit bigger on my lean frame, but even at 32 everything seemed to be holding firm. My belly was still flat, and the running kept my legs in shape.
Ten paces and a less-than-graceful dive later, I joined Ellen in the cool, clean water. It felt wonderful to be nude in the water. As I moved through the water I felt it envelop me. It was a natural feeling. I swam over to where Ellen was treading water and we smiled at each other. "Isn't this great Deb? It's so relaxing to be here with you."
"I didn't know how much I needed this until right now." I said. "I feel like I don't have a care in the world." I leaned back into a back-float and took a breath to float and look up at the sky. Immediately the water closed around me and I sank like a stone. I came up sputtering to the sound of Ellen laughing hysterically at me.
"You must be used to the ocean. Fresh water has less buoyancy then salt water. It's harder to float and stuff. Here, try again, I'll help you, but you have to take a bigger breath and really arch your back out." She moved in next to me and I could feel her hand on the small of my back. I took a deep breath again and arched my back out over the water. As I did, I could feel her hands at the small of my back, the top of my buttocks, and between my shoulder blades. She gently lifted me in the water until I was completely horizontal. I could feel the cool evening air on my breasts as they broke the surface of the water and remained exposed. I knew that my nipples must have become hard in the cool breeze and the thought of Ellen looking at them made my temperature rise slightly.
What really made it hard to hold my breath was the feeling of Ellen's fingers on my back. Her fingertips were applying the slightest of pressure at the top of my buttocks. Her other hand applied support between my shoulder blades. For three or four minutes I lay in her arms in the water, enjoying the sensation of the water and her hands holding me. At one point, as she was adjusting pressure to my bottom I felt my hips emerge from the water, and for a brief moment my pubis was exposed to the cool evening air. Intentional? Whenever I opened my eyes to look at Ellen, she was always looking at me with that same "nothing to hide" smile.
I exhaled my final breath and let myself slide beneath the warm surface of the water. I turned to Ellen and, quite unexpectedly, hugged her. "Thanks Ellen, that was so great." I could feel her tense initially and then relax in my embrace. I was conscious of our breasts touching, and our thighs as we hugged. I felt a heat in my chest. I was so attracted to her, which was fine, because I knew we wouldn't be sexual with each other. We were both straight and married. So it felt fine to be nude and hugging each other, because we were secure in our friendship. Right?
"Well, consider this your first hydrotherapy treatment for our spa weekend. Okay?" she said with that irrepressible energy.
"I can't wait for my next treatment." I said.
"Well, you don't have too. C'mon, grab your stuff, let's have a body scrub." I looked at her quizzically as she walked out of the water and gathered her things into her arms and proceeded to walk up to the cabin.
I hadn't noticed the latticework closet off to the side of the cabin. I could see now that it was an outdoor shower. Not the rustic single spigot, cold-water only affair I remember from my youth. This was a large space, surrounded by elegant woodwork and bordered by hanging flowers and vines on all sides. There were three large, circular showerheads suspended from the ceiling, which resembled a combination of an arbor and grape trellis. When Ellen turned the water on, the spray covered all of the leaves of the plants and the scent from the flowers was overpowering. It was breathtaking, like being in a garden in a warm summer rain.
"C'mon Deb, there's plenty of room." Ellen seemed completely unselfconscious of being with me naked, and her feeling was becoming contagious. I was losing my own inhibitions about being naked with her, as well as observing her nakedness. She stepped under the warm spray and I followed her. Letting the warm water cascade over my hair and down my body. After a moment or two Ellen moved to a small cabinet and removed a small milky colored container. "Sea salt scrub. Here, turn around." I turned my back to her and I soon felt here hands applying a sandpaper- like lotion to my back and shoulders. "It will remove all the city grime from us, " she laughed.
Her hands continued to apply the scrub to my shoulders, back, arms, and then my lower back. She didn't hesitate at all when she came to my buttocks. Her hands deftly moved over my buttocks and down to my thighs, calves and feet. After the initial application of the scrub her hands would vigorously rub the scrub into my skin. It felt like a liquid sandpaper on me, it felt wonderful. After she had finished with my feet she stepped in closer behind me, and I felt her hands come up to my neck. Again, she applied the scrub, and a bit more gentle rub. Her hands came down from the hollow of my neck, and then along my shoulder blades. I was beginning to wonder how far this was going to go, when I felt her hands gently slide down and spread the scrub over my breasts and nipples. My heart skipped a beat, and Ellen, whose breasts I could now feel gently pressed into my back, stopped.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I should have asked first if you were comfortable with me applying the scrub like that. I wasn't even thinking."
"Oh c'mon Ellen, it's fine. With you, I'm not self-conscious." A lie. She didn't wait for me to finish another sentence before I felt her hands again on my breasts, massaging the scrub into them, and then down along my belly.
"Deb, you have an awesome body. I wish I were taller like you."
"Oh please, you keep in great shape. It's hard work for both of us."
"Okay, get under the water: rinse time." I stepped under the warm falling spray and I closed my eyes. Ellen's hands were on me again, rinsing away the salt scrub. Her hands ran lightly over my breasts, cupping each, gently lifting so he water would rinse away any scrub on the underside of my breast. I shuddered, but I don't think she noticed.
"You're turn." I said as I reached for the container of sea salt. I felt strange about what I was about to do, but I was feeling an openness, and exhilaration that I hadn't felt before. It didn't feel sexual to me, it felt liberating. My body was tingling from the intimacy of being with Ellen in a completely open way. It wasn't a charged sexual feeling at all, but more of an energizing feeling that comes with the realization of how full life can be.
As Ellen had done, I applied the sea-salt scrub to her back, rubbing it into her shoulders and down along the small of her back. I crouched and massaged another palm full of lotion into her bottom and the back of her thighs. I had to admit, I enjoyed touching her, the smoothness, the taut muscles of her thighs in contrast to the soft flesh of her bottom. I could have sworn I heard her moan slightly, but that was to be expected given the soothing feeling of the massage on her muscles.
I stood up and closed in behind her and began to massage her neck, and collar bone. Her head lolled back against my shoulder, and her body rested against me. My fingers worked down her neck, and then, as my heart pounded in my chest, over the tops of her breasts. It felt wonderful to touch her, and somehow, it felt "right". It felt totally natural to cover her breasts with my hands, my fingers playing over her nipples. My hands slipped to the undersides of her breasts and I cupped them, feeling their soft weight in my hands. For a moment I held her, and held her breasts, and then I realized what I was doing, and I assumed a clinical pose, and quickly finished rubbing her body with the sea salt scrub. I could have sworn that I heard her sharp intake of breath as I touched her. I quickly, and silently, rinsed her. As I washed her with warm water I couldn't help but notice the hardness of her nipples. They stood out like fingertips on her breasts, perhaps the water had stimulated them.
I had to get out of that shower. I was completely flushed, and admittedly aroused at this point. What was I doing? What was she doing? I turned quickly and grabbed a towel, covering myself and moving towards the back door. Ellen was quickly behind me, and I held the screen door open for her to let her follow. She did, smiling that innocent, open smile at me, seemingly oblivious to my panicked state. She passed by me with the towel wrapped around her waist, her breasts exposed and looking beautiful in their natural state. Ellen's comfort with her own nakedness made me feel embarrassingly naked.
"Let's fix some food, I'm starving." She headed to her room. "That was so good, I feel so refreshed now. Thank you so much."
"Ok, who is cooking tonight, anyway?"
"Let's do something easy together, something that goes with wine."
"Hmm,,,how about anything?" Ellen laughed.
"Okay by me."
In half an hour, I felt better, less awkward. I was in my element in the kitchen. I prepped some vegetables for grilling. There were fresh tomatoes from the market, and string beans, and a nice Pouilly Fuisse which I had opened and was beginning to take a sip of when I heard Ellen say, "Hey, wait for me for the toast." I looked up and smiled and my breath caught all at the same time. She emerged from her room in a white spaghetti- strapped tee-shirt, and short wrap around skirt. In a word, she glowed.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I stumbled from my thoughts, "Oh yes,,fine, I love that skirt. You look beautiful."
She smiled, "Must have been the sea-salt scrub. It always makes my skin glow. She came up behind me and slipped her hands around my waist and hugged me. I could feel the contours of her body against me. "Thanks so much for coming. It feels nice to just get away with close friend."
I sighed, but my heart was pounding. "I know what you mean. I feel really free being with you." She squeezed me again, and poured herself a glass of wine.
The rest of the evening was a relaxing affair of tasty grilled vegetables, and two bottles of wine. We talked and talked, about life and love and work. Throughout the evening I couldn't help but stare at Ellen, and her body. At times, her nipples showed clearly through the thin material of her tee shirt, and my eyes were drawn to them time after time, seeing a sexy perfection in how they stood out from her chest. When we sat together too I spied those beautifully shaped legs under the wraparound skirt. Carelessly at times she sprawled on the couch completely unaware, or unselfconscious that I could see far up her thigh to the string on her hip of her yellow string bikinis.
The more wine I drank, the more aroused, or less inhibited I was becoming. At one point, I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I had on khaki shorts and a simple white blouse. I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra. Why shouldn't I be as unselfconscious as Ellen? It was just us, why wear a bra. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see the darkness of my nipples through my shirt quite clearly, and somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind I knew it wasn't any desire for liberation that made me remove my bra, it was my conscious desire to be attractive, and to arouse Ellen.
I walked back to the living room, and Ellen was gone. "Hey, out here." I walked out on the screened porch. Ellen was sitting in a rope swing with two bottles of wine. The rope swing was sort of like a hammock and sort of like a chair that held two people. I squeezed in next to her laughing as we adjusted and shifted to both fit. Finally, nestled against each other in the chair, she handed me my fifth glass of wine. "Cheers."
I smiled back at her and touched my glass to hers. She looked at me for the longest time and I at her. Whether it was the wine or my deeply unstable feelings, I found myself frozen as she brought her face into mine slowly and placed her lips against mine. For a single moment, as I felt the tip of her tongue moisten my lips I was lost in the exquisite sensation of her touch. That sensation was filled with overwhelming anxiety and I pulled back, almost jumping back, in the process knocking Ellen's wine out of her hand. The glass shattered on the porch.
We both stood awkwardly, and in a moment the warm fuzziness created by 5 glasses of wine was becoming the beginnings of a stress headache. Ellen was immediately on her feet. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say." She had the frozen look of terror in her eyes. "I didn't mean anything, I just wanted to kiss you, it felt like the right thing to do. Can you ever forgive me?" I was completely unraveled. "No please, it's just that, I am not like that, and it came as a surprise. Please don't worry." I was having a hard time, my head was now pounding. "Come on let's get cleaned up, and get too bed."
"Not until you forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive, c'mon. You are the closest friend I have, I just wasn't expecting that."
Ellen was crying now. "I didn't bring you up here to do anything like that, you have to believe me. I've just had such a wonderful day and evening with you, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to kiss you."
It had seemed like the most natural thing in the world, that's what worried Debbie. For a moment she had tottered on the brink. What would have happened had she returned the passion of the kiss? Would they be undressing each other now? Her head was swimming.
"Ellen, c'mon, let's go to bed. I love you so much, and I will tomorrow too. We both need sleep."
It was an awkward and silent few moments while they cleaned up. The hug goodnight was cautious, but warm, and Debbie walked back to her room afterwards. Alone now with her thoughts she reflected on the events of the evening. My god what a kiss. The moment that she felt Ellen's lips on her own aroused a passion in her she had not felt in her life before that moment. She convinced herself that she had done the right thing by pulling back. Had that trickle of passion been allowed to flow, it would have turned into a torrent, and then a river, and then a tidal wave that would have smashed all inhibition.
Would that have been all that bad, she thought to herself. Why was she always holding back? Was it that she felt that allowing that passion to flow would somehow compromise her values? Or was it that she couldn't stand to lose control? She needed to understand everything first, be predictable, have measurable results. The messiness of uncontrolled passion was anathema to her. No, she was married, she didn't participate in deviant sexual practices. She had a marriage, a career, no complications, no mess, all controlled.
But that taste on her lips, that sensation of wet warmth, the smell of Ellen in her nose. Deb closed her eyes, and remembered the heat of the fire within her when Ellen had kissed her. It was a fire that had threatened to consume her. This was the moment in her life when she knew in her own heart that she would either maintain the order of her whole life, or give into the messy unknown of a passionate, unplanned, uncontrollable life, where nothing was certain, and all limitations had been removed. In the silent darkness a tear rolled out the corner of her eye, and then with resolve, she stood.
Debbie padded over to Ellen's room in the white blouse, and black panties that she had worn to bed. At Ellen's door she paused, but only for a moment. If she waited and thought about what she was about to do, she might never enter this new world. She pushed open the door to Ellen's room. She saw Ellen turn as the light from the living room came through as the door opened. Deb saw the red circles under Ellen's eyes as in the light. She quickly closed the door returning the room to the silvery moonlight.
"I'm so sorry Deb, I completely understand if you want to leave. I can arrange a ,,," Deb stopped Ellen by placing a fingertip over her lips. Deb stood for a moment, looking at Ellen. She was here, and the moment was now, and she began to feel the flames begin burn up in her. As she looked down at Ellen's questioning face, Debbie began to slowly unbutton the white blouse she was wearing. She slipped it off of her shoulders stood naked but for her panties. Ellen looked at Deb, and then at her breasts, illuminated in the moonlight. Deb hooked her thumbs into her panties and eased them off her hips, over her thighs, and then off her ankles. Now she stood completely naked in the moonlight next to Ellen's bed, and the flames of heat begin to grow within her.
Deb leaned forward and pulled back the covers from Ellen's body. Ellen had on the white tee shirt from dinner, and the yellow bikini panties. Debbie reached for the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it up over Ellen's head. And then, without hesitation, she reached for the panties, and eased them off of Ellen's hips, legs and feet. They stared at each other for at least a minute, in complete silence. Finally, Ellen broke the silence, "Are you sure?"
In response I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, tracing them with my tongue. My hand came up and cupped her breast, my thumb caressing her hardening nipple. Ellen had been right, there was something "natural" about this. Ellen fell back on the pillow as I continued to kiss her. Her hands roamed over my shoulders and back. I nibbled at her neck, reveling in the soft smooth skin in the hollow of her neck. As I continued to kiss and move downward I tasted the fullness of the tops of her breasts. The fire in me was now a burning blaze. I could not control my desire anymore. I wanted to kiss Ellen all over, and to make here feel the heat I was feeling. I traced my tongue over her right breast until I could sense the change in texture. I licked over her hardened nipple. It felt wonderful on my tongue. I had the immediate self-gratification of knowing that Ellen was aroused. I could taste it in her hard nipple. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and felt Ellen shudder beneath me. I thought I heard her cry out as well, but the blood was pounding in my ears, and the only thing I was sure of was the wonderful sensation of Ellen's nipple in my mouth. I moved to her other breast, tracing my tongue along its underside and then up to the turgid nipple, pink and budding with desire as my mouth closed on it, and began to gently suck. Again I felt Ellen shudder beneath me, and this time I was sure I heard her call out. The fire now blazed out of control inside of me, an inferno of passion. I heard myself call out as I ran the flat of my tongue over Ellen's nipple and heard her utter a deep primitive guttural sound of animal passion.
Ellen rolled me onto my back, she was moving wildly now, like a tigress over her squirming victim. She hungrily attacked my mouth with her lips, her whole body shaking against mine. Her hands cupped my breasts, playing with my nipples. I arched my back, trying to push myself against her. An electrical charge exploded within me as I felt her mouth close over my nipple. She didn't kiss it, she ravaged it, alternating between a gentle caress with her tongue and a passionate suckling of my nipple. I looked down at her to see her tongue swirling over my nipple, and now I felt my own body shudder uncontrollably against her. She looked at me and smiled as her mouth swallowed my nipple, aureole and my surrounding area of my breast.
My whole body was on fire, but I jumped when I felt Ellen's finger against my sex. My mouth opened, as if to protest, but any protest evaporated as soon as I felt Ellen's finger trace along the outer lips of my sex. It was my last barrier, my last moment to step back, but whatever thoughts or hesitations I had resolved themselves and I found myself opening my legs to her touch. Ellen's fingertip slid slowly along my outer lips. I had not realized until that moment how aroused I had been, but I could tell from Ellen's touch that I was absolutely soaked with desire. Her finger slid into me easily, and my fingers closed in a death grip around her arms as I felt her touch inside of me, caressing my sex with first one finger, and then two. Her thumb rubbed over my clitoris, and immediately the tidal wave broke over me. It felt as if my whole body had turned inside out as my unexpected orgasm exploded within me. My body shuddered uncontrollably against Ellen, my legs clamping her hand within me, spasming against her for a full two minutes.
Ellen held me close as I came and continued to massage me and caress my sex. As the spasms began to subside I felt a warmth settle over me and envelop my sex. I could barely open my eyes, but as I did, I could see the source of these new sensations. Ellen was between my legs and her tongue covered my sex with wet warmth. The sensation of her tongue tracing over my sex sent my hips involuntarily quivering. My clitoris felt like an open raw nerve of pleasure as she sucked it between her lips, gently tugging at it's fleshy hood. I looked down at her and met her eyes, and I saw the absolute desire in them as she traced the tip of her tongue over my sex. With a life of their own, my legs parted for her, and I saw my hips thrusting up to her tongue. With her fingers she gently parted my outer lips and I felt her tongue slide inside of me, caressing me, penetrating me. Again, I felt the waves of pleasure gather strength from in my loins, rising up from deep within me beginning as vibrations deep within me and growing to spasms of pleasure throughout my entire body. The pleasure was so intense I felt my body shuddering against Ellen's mouth.
I collapsed in tears of pleasure, the spasms again becoming ripples, and then vibrations deep within me. Ellen laid her head on my abdomen, caressing my sides. I could feel the softness of her breasts between my spread legs. My sex was absolutely soaked, and I could feel the cooling wetness on her breasts. I pulled her up to me, on top of me, looking into her eyes. I saw love, and desire, and still that glorious smile. I pulled her to me, hungrily kissing her moist lips, realizing in that instant that the moisture was my desire, my taste, on her lips. I moaned as I tasted my own sharp musky taste in her mouth and on her tongue.
I kissed down her neck and she moved over me, straddling my hips. Her perfect breasts hung over my face and as Ellen put her hands on the wall above the headboard I traced my tongue along the undersides of her breasts. Again, I tasted myself on her breasts; they were coated from her lying between my legs. I sucked her left nipple and then her right into my mouth. Ellen was now moaning continuously and moving herself back and forth over me so her breasts and olive colored nipples moved over my searching mouth. My saliva soon covered her breasts and she continued to sway above me. I kissed the undersides of her breasts, tracing my tongue along her ribs. My mind was on fire. I knew where this was leading and I felt unable to do anything but feed the desire building in me; the desire to love completely, to withhold no part of myself from Ellen.
Ellen moaned and moved onto her knees above me. I could hear her panting, whimpering, her hips beginning to undulate inches from my face. My hands were on her thighs which were spread wide on each side above my face. I looked up directly between her legs, and saw her pink lips glistening in the moonlight above me. They looked like a wonderful flower to me, in a way I had never imagined. I could see the pulsing between her legs, smell the fragrance of her sex. In that moment I fully appreciated the beauty of womanhood, the fruit of all desire and pleasure.
I closed my eyes, pulled Ellen's thighs gently towards me, and placed my tongue against the lips of her sex, at once tasting her uniqueness, her desire, her lust, her beauty. Ellen muffled a scream, but could not control her hips as they thrust against my mouth. My tongue slipped between her lips and inside of her very being. The tip of my tongue slid over her and flicked the bud of her clitoris back and forth before sucking it gently inside of her mouth. My god, the vagina is made for a mouth, I thought.
My tongue hungrily lapped, sucked, and nipped at her every nerve. Ellen was now gyrating her hips into my mouth, and I could sense her beginning to lose control. Her hand slipped down off the headboard to the back of my head and pulled me into her depths. Her juices covered my lips, cheek and nose. I was loving the fact that I was making Ellen feel as good as she made me feel. In that moment I lived only to give pleasure to her.
As if reading my mind I felt Ellen begin to tremble. First her thighs, then her hips, and then finally her shoulders began to shudder. My lips never left her sex, and I could feel her clitoris swelling in my mouth. I heard her cry out, and felt her pulsing against my lips. I tasted something else as well, something different in that moment, sweet, and sharp, and warm. I held her as she continued to tremble and then finally collapse back onto me, her hips resting on my stomach, her arms around my neck, and her head in the pillow beside me, crying and trembling.
I knew what she was feeling, and I held her, caressed her. She nestled in next to me with her head on my shoulder, her arm across my stomach, resting on my hip. And we lay like that in the moonlight, crying, holding each other, wrapped in nothing but the cool evening air, with the sound of cicadas coming from the woods.
Soon Ellen's crying ceased and became instead the steady breathing of sleep. I looked down at her, her naked skin pale in the moonlight. My god, I thought, what have we done? Ellen stirred a moment, and I felt her cheek against my breast. Yes, my darling, what have we done?
I drifted off into a deep and satisfying sleep.