Indiscretions

Chapter One-2

“I see.”

“There are some things about me I think you should know before we become intimate. First, I am bi-s****l. I can reach s****l satisfaction with one partner, male or female, but I prefer two. I especially enjoy having s*x with a male and female at the same time. Secondly, there isn’t anything I won’t consider when having s*x. I expect my partner or partners to submit to whatever fantasies one or all the partners wish to participate.”

“Do you have another partner you would like to make part of our ménage a trios?”

“Not at the present time, but I do have someone in mind. I want it to be a surprise.”

“When I met you last night, I would have never, in 100 years, thought of you as one who would be into kinky sex.”

“Yes, well, I normally don’t advertise my s****l orientation. If you are not alright with what I just told you, we can go our separate ways.” Sharon took a slight pause. “When I met you last night, I got the vibes that you were cool with s****l experimentation.”

“I’ve had a lot of s****l experiences since college. I even had s*x with a lesbian on two occasions. She was intoxicated and so was I. She liked what I did for her the first time so much, she came back of seconds.”

“If you have the knack for getting a lesbian to orgasm, you and I will get along just fine in bed. I also have a variety of s*x toys I like to use. I’m sure that several of them you will find pleasurable. If there’s something you don’t want to do, we can eliminate that from our s****l repertoire.”

She refreshed my wine. “I need to get out of these clothes and take a shower. Would you like to join me?”

“I thought you would never ask.” I followed her into the bedroom. I observed her carefully as she discarded her clothing. It became apparent as she peeled the clothing from her body there wasn’t an imperfection to be observed. I was so intent with watching her; I didn’t make a move to undress.

“Are you going to show me that body of yours, or are you going to shower with your clothes on?” she remarked.

She moved toward me and began undressing me. When my boxer shorts hit the floor, she reached down and took hold of my p***s. It got hard immediately. I reciprocated by putting my fingers into her v****a and teasing her c**t. We stood there for several minutes exploring each other’s private extremities.

Finally, she said, “I think we should get into the shower. We can continue our groping once we are under the water.”

The bathroom was on the left side of the bed. After a few steps, we were standing in front of the shower doors. Sharon stepped in and turned on the water. She tested it for about fifteen seconds, and then signaled me to enter as well. I stepped in behind her. It was a tight space. She thrust her rear end against my p***s which was still hard from her fondling. I kissed her on the nap of her neck and placed my hands around each of her breasts. She took the soap and began to suds herself down. She turned to me and allowed the water to rinse away the soap. With the wash cloth in one hand and the soap in the other, she began to soap me from top to bottom. She spent the majority of the time carefully cleansing my genitals. I took the wash cloth from her and began to wash her from the neck to her feet. I had to go down on my knees to properly wash her ankles and feet. Her v****a was directly in front of my face. She put her hand behind my head and moved me into her pubic hair. I parted the hair. Then I moved in as close as I could get. Her vulva captured my nose. I let my tongue search out her c**t. She began a horizontal movement. She began to make some primitive sounds that I had become familiar with in my past s****l encounters. In previous experiences, when a woman was on the verge of an orgasm, she would signal me what was about to happen with certain sounds. I was definitely getting those signals from Sharon.

She turned off the water. “Let’s take this into the bedroom.” We toweled each other off and I let her lead the way. She sat on the side of the bed. I stood a few feet from her.

She pointed to a drawer in the nightstand. “There is a tube of KY in there, get it out for me.” It was brand new and had never been used. “Put a generous amount on your p***s and an equal amount on me.” She rolled over on her stomach.

She was signaling to me that she wanted me to enter her anally. I knelt alongside her on the bed and squeezed the tube into her anus. I took my finger and spread the KY along the inside of her cheeks. I put the tube back on the nightstand and then I straddled her. I began to insert my p***s slowly, but firmly, into her anus.

“Put it all the way in,” she directed.

I did as she commanded.

“Now, begin to move in and out. This is one of my favorite positions to orgasm.”

The feeling was intense. My p***s was sliding easily due to the generous amount of KY. Sharon would tighten her grip around my p***s as I would reinsert it. This was my first time experiencing anal s*x. I found it to be incredible.

“The next time we have s*x, I’m going to share with you the pleasure of having someone give it to you anally.”

I didn’t know exactly what she meant, but I was sure she would educate me. I had never had a woman so knowledgeable in the art of giving and receiving s****l pleasure. I knew from this experience that our next few days together were going to be an adventure. After fifteen minutes of pounding her anus, she announced that she was about to come.

“Come with me,” she requested.

That wasn’t a problem. I had been holding back for the last five minutes. When she finally came, she let out another of her primitive sounds that seem to go on for a full minute.

Then she said, “I felt you come. That increased my orgasm. I love feeling you inside me. I think that you’re a keeper.”

For the rest of the weekend, when we weren’t nourishing ourselves with food and drink, we were in bed having incredible experimental s*x.

***

First thing on Monday morning, Frank called me at the office. “So, how did your weekend go?”

“It went very well. Why do you ask?”

“I saw Sharon this morning and she had a big smile on her face. Did you spend the weekend with her?”

“Frank, Sharon is a lovely young woman. I usually am not in the habit of discussing my relationships about the women I date. When one’s partner isn’t sacrosanct about what has transpired between them, it can ruin everything. Therefore, I have nothing to say in answer to your question.”

Frank didn’t mean any harm. He’s just nosy as hell. We agreed that the four of us would get together in the very near future. I immediately placed a call to Sharon. “Hi. I just got off the phone with Frank. He was querying me about you, me and the weekend. I didn’t even admit that we had spent the weekend together. I just wanted you to know that I told him zero.”

“Good. He made a few comments to me as well. I knew immediately he was on a fishing expedition. When am I going to see you again? I’ve been horny as hell since you left.”

“I have an intense week at the office. I have three presentations to prepare and make. I’m going to be working twelve hour days. I’ll come directly to your apartment from work on Friday. Select a restaurant in the area and we’ll have dinner.”

“It’ll be tough not being with you that long, but I have the memories of what transpired last weekend. I suppose I’ll have to reflect on those memories when I masturbate,” she informed me.

Sharon has a way with words. When she began mentioning that she intended to masturbate, I began to get an embarrassing erection. My administrative assistant came into my office and brought me some paper work. I excused myself from Sharon and told her I had to sign off. I would see her on Friday.

***

The rest of the week for all practical purposes flew by. It was mostly due to my heavy work schedule. On Friday evening, I could hardly wait to see Sharon. I still had a vivid image of her naked body burned into my memory.

I left my car at the office garage and took a cab to Sharon’s. Finding a parking place around that area of Philadelphia is nearly impossible. When I stepped onto the sidewalk, I looked up at Sharon’s apartment windows. She was sitting at one waiting for me. I can’t explain it, but I got a rush. At that point, I considered suggesting that we skip dinner and get right to our love making. On second thought, I shelved that idea. I was nearly famished. I assumed she was as well.

I rang the bell and she buzzed me in. When I reached the top of the stairs, Sharon opened her apartment door. She was holding two glasses of wine.

“Come in. I’ve been anticipating this moment all week.”

I took the glass of wine and she escorted me into the living area. We sat down facing each other with the coffee table between us.

“I thought about calling you at your office and suggesting that we skip going out this evening. I could have fixed something quick. It would have allowed us more play time.”

“It’s funny how great minds think in the same direction. I was thinking along those lines myself. Did you make a reservation somewhere?”

“Unfortunately, yes, I did. There’s a little Italian restaurant two blocks from here. Finish your wine. We’re wasting valuable play time,” she said with one of her smiles.

We drank the wine down and left for the restaurant. We were there in no time. The restaurant was very quant. Sharon seemed to know most of the staff and we got the royal treatment. The food was excellent. We ordered a bottle of their best wine with dinner. Then we ordered another to take back to the apartment.

Finding Sharon was like winning the lottery. She was not only beautiful, but her propensity for s*x was insatiable. My experience within the past ten years dating and bedding women usually fell into two categories. The first category: the woman was beautiful but as cold as a Witch’s ass. The second category: the woman was either a plain Jane, or downright hard on the eyes. The latter category was usually a tiger in bed. The problem, when I finally came to the next morning, and the light of day was coming through the window, I wanted to regurgitate.

I still can’t believe that I had met Sharon. This lady is everything I’ve been looking for these past ten years.

We left the restaurant. I took Sharon by the hand and we walked quickly back to her apartment. We were like two oversexed teenagers who couldn’t wait to get naked together. As we were walking up the stairs toward the apartment, Sharon let her hand find my ass. I knew this was going to be a night to remember. As we stepped inside the door, Sharon began to strip off her clothing. In a matter of seconds, she was down to her panties and bra. I threw off my shirt and dropped my pants. My erection was protruding out of the slit in my boxer shorts. When Sharon noticed it standing at attention, she wrapped her hand around it and led me into the bedroom. She let my p***s go long enough to allow my shorts to drop to the floor. I reached for her panties. With one tug they slid down her beautifully shaped legs. I came up from behind her to release her bra. I cupped my hands around those well formed breasts. My p***s found familiar territory between the cheeks of her well endowed ass.