Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2005 10:04:38 +0100
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Subject: And from nowhere she came.

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And from nowhere she came
By Helen Smith

"No worries, it happens," I told her outside the playschool. That was the
first time we met. Her son and my daughter had had a fight, just a kiddie
thing, nothing to worry about.
She invited me for coffee and I accepted readily. We chatted and laughed
the whole morning. I noticed a thrill running through me every time we
stood close or accidentally brushed past each other, I put it down to the
relief and fun of finding a friend in a new area.

Every morning we dropped the kids off and went to Caroline's for coffee,
it was a great friendship. We spent our time helping each other with the
mundane tasks around the house and garden, and shared the car for the
weekly shop. I loved the feeling I had when we were together. And the
feeling was growing; it was almost a feeling of excited anticipation.
Anticipation of what I wasn't sure!
One particular morning, whilst sharing coffee and chat, seemed to be the
turning point. The sun was shining and the kids were running in and out
of the garden. Caroline's twin tub was slogging it's heart out with the
pressure of the family's wash day. So hard was it working that it began
it's weekly dance across the kitchen floor. With laughing eyes Caroline
shouted to me to sit on it to keep it still. I jumped up into the machine
with tears of laughter and added my weight to the washing, this seemed to
do the job but the vibrations were having the desired results. Caroline
picked up on this immediately and told me to budge up and give her a bit
of room. The closeness sent shivers through my body. We giggled like a
couple of teenage girls and made the obligatory remarks about wishing our
husbands could give us as much pleasure. It was at this childish, giggly
moment that our eyes met. For a fleeting moment we were silent, for a
split second intense.
The intensity was shattered by the kids tearing through the kitchen on
their mission for toys. The looks between us turned from a deep
meaningful moment to more of a 'come on then' glint and the scene for the
next few months was set!
The days rolled into weeks and the weeks into months. Every opportunity
we chatted and spent time together, at every opportunity we touched. It
could be the briefest of touches, brushing an arm, a hug hello or
goodbye, standing close in the kitchen making tea...the closer we stood
or sat the more intense the feeling. Until one day after spending hours
digging over the garden in the rain, covered in mud we had the perfect
excuse to jump in the shower.
We laughed standing in the kitchen like a pair of drowned rats, stripping
down to our undies and shivering as the rain dripped from our hair down
our backs and over our breasts. Caroline's nipples protruded through her
bra, they were so hard, so inviting. She took my hand and led me through
to the shower room, my heart leapt and I felt a warm rush through my
body.
We stepped into the shower, the water was hot and the room already
steamy. She looked beautiful, the water pouring over her hair and gently
cascading over her body. Her breasts, so perfectly round and pert. A trim
waist with a flat stomach, leading to her soft blonde pussy hair. I so
wanted to touch her. She pulled me closer and the hot water hit me. We
kissed, a small gentle kiss, and then we giggled again. Nerves playing
their part!
We took the soap between both our hands and slowly lathered it up, I
could resist no longer. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down over
her breasts, her nipples jumped into life and she let out a quiet moan.
Our mouths met again and this time it was a long lingering kiss whilst
our hands explored each other's breasts and waists.
The pressure was on, we knew we didn't have long to spend in this
ecstasy, Caroline's husband and children would be home very soon and mine
would be expecting me.
I dropped to my knees, the water pouring off her body and over my head.
My tongue ran down her body and across her tanned flat stomach. She
grabbed my shoulders and shuddered with delight. She parted her legs in
anticipation, I could see her lips swollen and moist and ready, she smelt
so hot.
I worked my way down with my tongue, slowly, until I was breathing hot
breath over her lips. She opened her legs further to let me in. With the
tip of my tongue I flicked at her clit, she lent against the wall and
steadied herself by holding the shelf. Her juices began to flow and her
taste filled my mouth. I ran my tongue the full length of her pussy, her
lips so swollen now and her clit as hard as rock. I knew it wouldn't be
long before she came.
I slipped my fingers into her, she moaned and pushed her hips towards me
to gain the full length of my slender fingers. I increased the pressure
on her clit and for a split second she fell silent before she let out a
scream of pleasure and a gush of warm cum down my fingers.
I looked up and smiled with a glint of satisfaction in my eyes and she
smiled back with a small chuckle.
After a few minutes of kissing a stroking we washed and stepped out of
the shower and back into our lives of domesticity.

Life carried on as normal including my sex life with my husband but I
could feel the difference in their touch, hers being so much softer, not
softer in a submissive type of way...just softer somehow. I'm sure he
never noticed my mind being elsewhere!
Caroline and I shared as much time as possible together without it
seeming too obvious. Some days we had time to kiss and touch each other
in the intimate fashion we so desired but others were filled with
frustration due to our husbands or children being there.
The frustration sometimes working for us, leading to sexual anticipation
and urgent moments stolen in quiet corners, cumming silently with her
hand over my mouth or with her face pressed into a pillow whilst she was
bent over the bed that we were upstairs stripping for the wash!
Our husbands never really hit it off which made it quite difficult to
spend time together during the weekends and I believe they were becoming
suspicions. Nothing was ever said to either one of us but things weren't
as comfortable as they had been.
Then without any previous mention of it Caroline told me her husband
wanted to return to his hometown in Scotland and they were gone within
weeks. No forwarding address or phone number, no long goodbyes for us.
The hot tightening in my stomach remained with me for years when I
thought about our days of sexual electricity and I thank her still for my
first girl on girl experience it's led to so much fun in my life...Oh how
much I could have missed out on ;-)

Helen Smith
www.fetish-mate.com


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