My husband had a business trip last week. You’d better believe I was looking forward to some time in the house alone. So far this year we’ve been in each others company too much for my taste. I need some alone time. So, after I dropped him at the airport on Saturday afternoon I went into the city and found myself a sex shop. I may have mentioned that as much I love to masturbate I don’t have any toys. And well… I decided to remedy that situation. I have to admit that I was a bit surprised by the sheer variety of sizes, shapes, gyrations and all. And I was a little surprised at myself for the embarrassment I felt. It was funny. I spent some time browsing the vid boxes, spending more time on the lesbian ones. And I looked through some magazines. And then I finally worked up enough courage to go over to those objects. After maybe 10 minutes the sales girl came over and asked if I needed help. I was going to brave it when she put her hand on my shoulder and smiling, said, “You know, most of these are props for blokes fantasies. There are only a couple made for us.”

An hour later I left with a tiny and unbelievably strong vibrator with little nubbly things on the end, a long flexible thin one, another with a bend – for my G-Spot she’d said – and much to my own surprise having left my telephone number with her. She was quite a bit younger than me – perhaps as much as 10 years. She had black, shoulder length hair, was on the short and plump side, had medium size breasts, and a beautiful round, lush, luxurious bottom. She was rather pretty. While shopping she had been quite flirty and I enjoyed it. She let me try the strength of the vibrators through my jeans and made cute and lewd comments about not supposed to have live sex acts on the shop floor and whatnot. And as I paid, she almost offhandedly asked if I didn’t want help with my new purchases. I let it pass without response. She bagged my toys, threw in some lubricant and I was about to leave when I returned and without saying anything… wrote out my mobile number and left. I didn’t know if she’d been at all serious and I wasn’t sure what I thought I was doing but…

I got home, quickly heated some supper, watched the tele, procrastinated. And then I got myself a bottle of gin and went to my work room. I made myself comfortable and went through my routine websites. As I got more excited I reached for my first toy. The little mini-vibe. I ran it up and down around my vagina and even through my jeans it was an amazing feeling. This little tyke has one strong motor. I didn’t want to come yet so I stayed far from my clit and even so, only ran the motor for 10 or 15 seconds at a time and then let myself cool down. I looked through some more pictures – had some more gin – and let my level go down some. This was going to be some evening.

I surfed to a site that has some nice vids – mostly female masturbation, as they so attractively call the category. I watched a very beautiful young blond play with herself using her fingers. She was lithe and long, slim yet still shapely. I loved watching her spread her lips and slip a finger into herself. She tugged at her clitoris. It was lovely. My hand was in my crotch the whole time. When she looked into the camera she had this sly little smile that made me so excited – it was like we were sharing a secret together. And when she had her orgasm I believed it. There was a dew of sweat on her brow, her cheeks flushed, and I could see her anus contracting. Ahhh that was nice…

Next I watched a more voluptuous girl dance in her school girl outfit. A white blouse, snug about her full breasts; her short plaid kilt, little white ankle socks, and black flats. Her waist was slender and her hips were wonderfully round. I watched her dance for a couple minutes and then I paused it. I undid my own blouse a bit and slid out of my jeans. My pants were already a bit moist. I decided to just get rid of them as well. Back at my desk, I got into position – feet up, knees wide apart, mouse hand up, puss hand down.

It was so lovely watching her dance herself out of her top… button by button her cleavage appeared. She turned to show her backside and teased with her skirt. She was the perfect choice for the costume – young and girlish and looked like she was still experimenting with her sexuality. I’m sure it was all an act but I liked it. I fancied myself her teacher, pointer in hand. Maybe it was because she was flirting with a boy in class or maybe she’d forgotten her assignments but I held her after class. As I lectured her she squirmed and curled her hair around her finger. I told her to stand. When she did a knowing look crossed her face. She began moving hr hips… just a little. And I watched her just that second too long and she knew. Her movement picked up a pace and she started dancing just like on my monitor. Now her skirt was on the floor. She reached back to lose her bra and that too fell away. Her breasts had a wonderful, full shape. Very firm yet they bobbed beautifully as she moved. And she bent over, showing her fantastic bottom. And she slowly slid down that last remaining garment above her ankles. It was bliss. I watched that several times – her ass emerge naked filling my screen. And again she was in my classroom, now naked and suddenly nervous. I still had the pointer in my hand. She stood, girlishly covering her vagina – and simultaneously squeezing her breasts together. I told her to bend over my desk. I told her to place her feet far apart. I could see her mound from behind and make out her lips. And the girl in my computer bent low and gave me a wonderful, clear view of her spread open bum. With the pointer I touched her bottom. I slid it between her lips and up and down her bottom crack. Her breathing grew deep and husky. And then I gave her a swat with the pointer – sharp but not hard enough to cause real pain. Just enough to surprise her and leave a pink line. I ran the shaft between her lips again, sliding it back and forth until it was quite wet and then another swat. She was barely able to stand now – all her weight on the desk. The pointer was very wet so it slid easily, just the tip, into her bottom. She turned her head and looked at me and I couldn’t hold myself back. I dropped the pointer and knelt behind this girl and her perfect ass and began licking and kissing her. First the cheeks and then her anus. In the computer she was now furiously rubbing herself in a doggie style position and easily imagined myself behind her looking at her bottom hole from inches away… smelling it…tasting it. I, of course, had been stoking myself this whole time and was now very close to bursting point. I still wanted to hold back so I had to pause the vid. I held my cold glass to my forehead and then made another drink.

Back in position, I pulled out the bent g-spot vibrator. I slid it up and down, just separating my very wet lips. I started the vid again and for a few minutes just watched her rubbing herself at her now frantic pace. I teased myself, running the tip of the vibe all around but not pushing it passed my inner labia yet. When she finished (this orgasm might have been real as well but either way – overacted) I surfed over to a site with vids I have seen many times. I found the one I wanted now. Good, old fashioned lesbian, anal hardcore. The two gorgeous women did all the things I love to think about. They licked each other’s vaginas deeply, suck the labes and clits. They open up and slip fingers in. And of course they each spend a lot of time with their partners bum. The shots of the rimming always take me over the top. The fingers sliding in those wonderful little brown holes . It’s all gentle, none of the pounding and ramming that seems to be in all hetero anal scenes. It’s gentle and slow, giving me ample time to get back to the top myself. So as I watched I slipped my toy in. It was a nice feeling but a bit odd. It is almost as thick as my husband’s penis but the bend is pronounced. About ¼ of the way down it bends at about a 40 degree angle. The feeling is definitely not natural and it took me a little while to get used to it. It wasn’t at all painful – it was very nice – just alien. I slowly slid it around, turning it, applying pressure here and there… exploring. The ladies were very involved in a 69 and I was enjoying some close-ups of very wet, wide open pussy shots imagining the scent, the warmth, and the flavors. And then I turned my little machine on. I’d never had a vibrating thing up inside myself before and it was a wonderful shock. It was as if all my life I’d had a sex organ that I only now discovered. There is just no comparison to anything I’d experienced before. I had it at slow speed but already I knew I had entered a new world. It was all the way in when I turned that magic knob – about 7 inches with the curve up – toward my head. And I slowly slid it out. On the way I could feel it getting close to that wonderful spot and when it hit I was in heaven. I forgot about the computer. I forgot about everything. My whole world, my whole existence was inside my cunt. I moved it around my g-spot and I altered the speeds. The faster speeds were nice but near the slow end seemed to be my frequency and it made my eyeballs roll back into my head. I held that thing in position for an eternity – maybe 2 minutes – and exploded like I’m sure no one has before. It felt like my whole being would flood out. It was several minutes before I was myself again and I slowly pulled it out. I looked at it as if looking at a magic wand. I was somewhat aware one of the ladies was seemingly enjoying a lovely rim job but barely registered it. I was so beautifully, wonderfully, magnificently drained. I had a cigarette and a drink and slowly returned to Earth. I was satisfied and still I was beginning to feel ready for more.

I had been at my computer for a little over an hour and a half (I am able to spend several hours occasionally) and the night was too young to go to sleep. As good as that orgasm had been and satisfying, I definitely was going to want more. But computer porn just didn’t seem to fit the bill now. I had a bath, dressed – not having any idea for what – and found that I had missed a call on my mobile.

“Hi, this is Annie. You know. From the sex shop. Just wondering if you’ve tried out your new toys. My number is….”

I had some serious misgivings. Wanting sex – sans my husband – and actually calling someone for that very reason are completely different things. Yes I had already popped that cherry on my business trip but… Well, to say it was an accident wouldn’t be entirely true but neither did I set out looking for it. I held my mobile looking at her number and weighed my situation.

• I was horny as hell and had already had one off quite nicely.
• I was still a little drunk.
• I was hungry for that “woman’s touch”.
• She had as much offered when I was shopping for masturbation toys.
• She had called.
• I loved my husband and his hard dick.
• He was away.

I called.

She was to meet me at a pub near my flat. In the intervening hour I was to reconsider at least 20 times. I had dialed her number once and gave an excuse about clicking the wrong button. I was unbelievably excited. The thrill of forbidden fruit times 2. The knowledge that barring my saying something very stupid or a comet strike I would have my tongue in a pretty young girl’s ass very shortly. I was so wet I changes pants and changed again. I put on a skirt, then a shorter one and then back to the original. I was nervous as a schoolgirl.

I got to the pub ¼ hour early. I ordered a gin & tonic and smoked. When she walked in she literally took my breath away. She looked delicious – yes but I think it was primarily because I knew I was looking at my very soon to be sex partner. It was an odd feeling.

Now I will digress here for a moment – or take an aside – if you will. One of my readers left a comment telling me to “be comfortable with myself… to be who I am…” or something to that effect. I want to tell my dear and gentle readers that I don’t have a problem with the fact that I am attracted to women. Anyone who’s read my Beginnings section will know I have enjoyed looking at sexy girlie pictures for several years. And that I had a night with an angel around this past new years. I am not a lesbian – I have already mentioned my husband – but I suppose bi-sexual wouldn’t be that off. I can’t really imagine being romantically in love with a woman. And I love that feeling of not only being penetrated but that sense of urgency, of being taken, of that need I feel from him when he is giving me his best. I promise to let you know if I’m wrong – but I don’t think any woman with a dildo could give me that feeling – as much as she might be enjoying toying me she can’t feel my insides with plastic. No – my misgivings are to do with cheating on him and breaking taboo. I don’t yet know how I will deal with that. But now back to our story…

She had on a blouse that was open quite low and I could see she had no bra on. Her breasts bobbed almost hypnotically as she walked. And she had a kilt on that came to about mid-thigh. And she had on stockings the tops of which I could just make out. Her shoes were these little patent leather flats that looked like children’s tap shoes to me. I positively leered. I felt like a filthy old man and I loved it. When she got to my table we gave each other a kiss that wouldn’t have raised an eyebrow in church but the look that crossed between us for the ½ second before could have peeled the paint off the walls. She was as excited as me.

After she ordered I felt her foot touch my ankle under the table.

“So, have to taken your purchases out for a test drive yet?”

“One. The thick bent one.”

“And…?”

“You didn’t hear me? Feel that tremor?” I winked.

“And you just felt the need for a professional’s advice on how to put the rest to best use, is that it?”

She was coy, confident, and very much in her element. I, on the other hand, knew what I wanted – certainly – and I knew we were “On the same vibe”. But I felt my inexperience and I felt my age and I thought if anything, the situation should be reversed. I hesitated, stalled for time by sipping, finishing and then ordering another drink.

“So tell me your story.” She said after the obligatory uncomfortable silence.

“My story?”

“I’ll bet you don’t do this often.”

“‘Do this?’” OK – It was a dumb thing to say and I knew it as it slipped out but I was getting nervous. I was under the control of a girl several years younger whom I wanted badly. I was used to being the one in control of such situations. Men chased me and knowing that I had what they wanted – I could toy with them, make demands while withholding promises…

She looked around the pub. And then back at me. “Do you want me to say it here?” She asked.

“No. I suppose not.”

“Are you ashamed?”

“Not of what you think. But I’m married. I need this to stay private.”

“I noticed the ring at the shop. But, so tell me, what’s the draw? Just curiosity? Boredom? Hubby’s got a limp one?”

I explained my little history. And it made me feel like I’d regained some control over myself. Perhaps it was that I’d just needed to get it out.

“And you?” I asked.

She laughed, “You think I’m a dyke?

Well, to tell you the truth I’d fuck a dog if he turned me on. I love sex. I like shocking people. I love cumming. I love that most people are uptight about their own biggest desires. It’s funny.”

“Is that why you offered this afternoon?”

“Yup. I wanted to see your reaction. I watch my customers and I saw which vids you were checking out.”

“Are you surprised I took you up on it?”

“I am. You looked so nervous I thought you’d shriek and run away.” She laughed again.

“Oh go on. I was not.” I smiled and lightly kicked her under the table.

“Just like you were 15 minutes ago. I thought I was going to lose you there for a while.” She winked and grinned.

“You know,” I said and ran a bare foot up her thigh to the top of her stocking “I’m not nervous anymore. Why don’t we finish up and go? I have some things I’d like you to see.”

We set off in silence. I wished I could take her hand but this was my neighborhood. And so the walk felt a little awkward.

I mixed some drinks and turned on some music and we sat together on the sofa, smoking.

“So you like to play with yourself while looking at naked girls? What do you like to look at most?”

“Their round bottoms. Their arse-holes.”

She leaned in close to me and we kissed deeply, deliciously. She grabbed a handful of my breast and squeezed. Her tongue ran around my ear and said, “Just watch, then.”

She stood in front of me. Her smile was mischievous beyond words. Her gently swaying body even more enticing. The bob of her breasts beneath her blouse almost irresistibly magnetic. I relished the anticipation of watching her undulate and undress for me. I could barely breathe, I wanted to see her tits come out from beneath that top. She turned and let me see her swaying bottom. She crawled up onto a large chair beside me and bent down deeply – knees wide apart on the arms, head down in the seat, arching her back and allowing her skirt to ride up almost completely exposing her bum – dressed in small, simple cotton pants. She looked back at me – still smiling. I was mesmerized. I’d forgotten all about those breasts. All I could think about now was that bottom about a foot away from my face. I wanted to touch it but somehow felt it wasn’t yet allowed in this game. I tried to imagine what her scents would be like. What would she taste like… her pussy… her ass. She reached around and slowly pulled at the waistband, tugging it slowly down. She slid it down until that magic little hole was exposed…and then stopped. As if caught in some tractor beam my gaze was fixed on that little pink and brown anus swaying too and fro. She leaned, pushing it closer to my face and now I could smell her. It was wonderful. That smell of a lovely girls asshole. And now I was powerless to obey much of anything save my need to kiss her… there. I moved in and she back and my lips – at first dry and only lightly – touched the puckered wrinkles. God, how that first slight touch sent waves of ecstasy though me – and judging from her reaction, her as well. Her ass was spread wide open already but I grabbed her cheeks and pulled it open wider exposing the most sensitive skin inside. I stuck out my tongue and licked her very gently – just tickling her. She moaned slightly and pushed back against me. I slid my tongue in. To anyone unfamiliar with the taste of an ass it must sound horrible but it’s not. It’s lovely. And intoxicating. I got her bum all nice and wet and then drew back so I could slip my finger in. I love that sensation of putting just the tip in – just surround it with but not quite passing the sphincter. Very slowly working it back and forth. And withdrew to lick some more. She had her hand on her vagina now, under her pants. She was still fully dressed and I could still only see her ass but there was no sight nor sensation more utterly erotic at that moment. I licked her and she fingered herself for what seemed a very long time until she shuddered, I slipped my finger back in, and she came. And her anus contracted around my fingertip.

I could have continued, being happy to keep rimming her for days but she fell into the seat. After a moment she rose and offered me her moist hand which I licked clean, savoring that other womanly flavor. The she caressed my face, looking at me, smiling.

“That was absolutely lovely.” She finally said and kissed me deeply.

I looked at her long, enjoying the sight of her pants slipping down on their own. She stepped out of them and pulled me up so I stood opposite her. She turned me and caressed my breasts through my top. She undid my skirt and let it fall. She touched my mound from round back. I closed my eyes and let her do what she wanted with me. The sweetest surrender.

“Where are your toys?” she whispered.

I began moving toward my workroom but she stopped me. I just motioned toward the door with my head. She was back in a flash. Annie slipped off my pants and bent me over the back of the lounge. I felt vulnerable with my bum, naked and raised up to this virtual stranger, this woman. Vulnerable yes, and so sexy I thought I’d die. She began massaging my cheeks with her hands. She spread them, further exposing my ass. And then, not even having seen them, I felt her hard nipples rubbing across my bottom. One slid down my crack, lingering to tickle my asshole. I tried to imagine what they looked like; were her nipples puffy? Pink? More brownish? I could tell they weren’t huge but they did feel like little stones. And then bliss as she tongued mine. I pushed back and her tongue slid in. Deep. She must have had an amazing one – it felt like it was in several inches. She slipped it back out and in once again, only this time deeper. I couldn’t believe it and then… and then it began what felt like whipping, slowly, around in circles. It was when I noticed the buzzing sound that I realized she’d slid in the long, thin vibe. She turned the knob and my asshole was a little spot of bliss sending waved through my body. I could feel her tongue rimming me and all the wile she fucked me with that wand. I can’t begin to describe the sensations except to say that though it was rather thin it felt like it was stretching my ring wonderfully. I rode that wave of bliss for some time and then felt another shock. She’d got the mini-vibe going on my clitoris. I couldn’t hold on more than about ½ a min before I exploded. My whole body was wracked. Sweat sprang up on my forehead. I felt flushed all over. And still my ass clenched that rod.

After I could catch my breath I got up. I needed a cigarette badly and a fresh drink.

We stayed up most of the night playing. I may delve into deeper detail in another installment but for now I will say that we each enjoyed several more orgasms, we used all the toys, and all night we played with only each other’s asses. It wasn’t until morning when we nearly drowned each other in a 69 that we touched (except with the mini, of course ), or even got a good look at each other’s vaginas. A symphony of assholes. I never would have believed it could be true.