Afternoon swim

I used to live in a small college town while pursuing my graduate studies. The university was excellent, but because it was located in the "Bible Belt," the town was a truly dreary little village. I had a considerable inheritance left to me by an aunt who died, which allowed me to focus on my studies, at least most of the time. I was a woman, and single. However, I had been hurt by a few men in the past, and the wounds they inflicted were so deep that I didn't think about them for a long time. Nevertheless, I am human, and my sexual desires still lurked beneath the surface, burning hot and making me sweat.

One thing that caught my eye in that dreary little village was Susan. She was a lovely, slightly shy married woman, only a year or two older than me. She was studying at university at the time, and she had several classes in the same major as me. We would study together from time to time, and gradually we became friends. Her husband, however, was a typical villager of that dreary little village. They had a swimming pool in their backyard, surrounded by high railings. On days when I only had half-day classes, she would sometimes invite me to her house to swim after school. I loved swimming and was quite good at it.

The first time I went to her house, she wore an inconspicuous one-piece swimsuit that hid her beautiful figure. I complimented her, and she seemed pleased. Each time I went, her swimsuit seemed to shrink, though of course, each swimsuit was different. The fourth time I went, her swimsuit was so small it was practically a bikini, with only a strap at the back. The front of the swimsuit barely covered her private parts. As usual, I complimented her beautiful figure. That day, her large, round breasts were barely covered by the swimsuit, and her nipples stood erect under the thin fabric. My God, she was so beautiful. I told her that the bikini she was wearing would get her arrested even in Cannes. She seemed quite flattered by my praise. After a couple of drinks, she became even more open. I could tell she was admiring my figure too.

In the past, I always wore a bikini to her house to show off my physique and my 38C breasts (not squeezed, please). I noticed her looking at my breasts several times, so I tried to show them off as much as possible. She lay there with her toned body, her swimsuit barely covering her torso, her buttocks basking in the sun. It looked incredibly tempting. I practically devoured her with my eyes, and I could tell she was watching my every move. I asked her if she'd ever tried sunbathing naked, and she said she'd wanted to, but was afraid of embarrassing me. I told her I'd been to many nude beaches. Then, without a word, I took off my bikini, and she followed suit. Her evenly tanned naked body was gorgeous. Her breasts were adorably round, with large, pink areolas and erect nipples.

Her golden pubic hair was neatly trimmed, almost shaved down to her beautiful vulva. Just looking at her was enough to arouse me. I decided to see if, with careful nurturing, her interest in me would blossom like a flower. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. So I lay down, raised one leg, and slowly slid it to the side, letting her see my cute (that's what some people say) pubic area. I shaved my genitals neatly, except for a small triangular area at the top. My labia minora protruded slightly, revealing my beautifully shaped cleft. Her eyes widened, and once she looked, she couldn't look away. I wiggled my knees back and forth; I felt very wet. Finally, I sat up, crossed my legs, and spread my calves wide. I felt the cool air inside my vagina. I parted my wet labia, letting Susan see my wet vulva.

"Susan, you're staring at me," I laughed. She just nodded. "Do you like what you see?" She nodded again, her face almost flushing. "Come closer, I like beautiful women looking at me." She hesitated for a moment, then moved closer, sitting next to my beach chair, her eyes glued to me. "Looking at my bare little thing is getting me hot. I can't control myself, just looking at your beautiful naked body really arouses me. You're so beautiful. Do you know what I want to do?" I asked, looking into her lovely blue eyes. She slowly shook her head. "I'm going to do it to myself, and you have to watch. I'm going to use my fingers on my pussy, and I'm going to use my fingers on myself until I come. You want to see that, don't you?" I asked softly.

She nodded, saying "yes" in a barely audible voice. I steeled myself, bent down, and gave her the softest, gentlest kiss I could muster. Her eyes closed, and she looked a little disappointed, as if she was upset that I hadn't kissed her longer. I lay back on the beach chair, spreading my legs wide so she could see me clearly. I slipped a finger into my mouth, then pulled it out, glistening with saliva, a silvery strand of saliva hanging there until it broke. Susan watched, as if hypnotized, as I slid my finger down, slowly into my genitals. I inserted my finger as deeply as possible, then slid it out, moving it to my parted labia, wetting them. I reached down with my other hand, pulling my vulva up slightly.

My erect clitoris peeked out from behind the foreskin. I gently rubbed it, and the clitoris swelled even more. My clitoris is large; when Susan saw the pink clitoral head emerge, she gasped. As I pulled further up, the clitoris had slipped out about half an inch, about the diameter of a pencil. She opened her mouth, staring intently. "Oh my god, I'm so hot," I rasped. "My clitoris is on fire. It needs to be licked and sucked like a penis. Do you want to suck my clitoris, Susan? It needs a pair of lips to suck it." She leaned closer, her lips slightly parted, her tongue licking her lower lip, then she moved back. Her eyes were full of doubt. She wanted to do it, but she didn't. I smiled slightly at her. She closed her legs tightly. A good sign.

I slid a finger deep inside her, pulled it out, and slid it into my mouth. I licked it, then put the finger back in, pulled it out again, and put it back in my mouth. She watched nervously, her brow furrowed, her mouth mimicking the shape of my labia. I slid my finger in again, then out again, circling my clitoris. I groaned softly. God, I was not only burning up, but I was also masturbating within inches of her. I pushed my hips forward in front of her. My passionate, wanton scent filled her nostrils; I could see her nostrils flaring. Slowly, I put on a show for her. I moved my fingers in and out of hers, then two, then three. In my wet vagina, her love juices dripped almost like a faucet, making tiny watery sounds as my fingers moved in and out. Her body arched forward further, her face only half a foot away from mine.

I withdrew my fingers again, holding them still. She looked at my several wet fingers, coated with my love juices. Her lips parted slightly. Not wanting to disturb her, I slowly placed my fingers to her lips. She could smell my desire, my love juices. Very slowly, I placed my fingers on her lips, gently rubbing them against her parted lips. She let out a soft gasp, her body recoiling only slightly. I placed my fingers on her lips again. I slid my fingers into her mouth. Her lips gently bit my finger, and I felt her tongue moving across it, her mouth sucking on it. I gently touched her mouth with my finger. She closed her eyes and sobbed softly. I withdrew my finger, bent down, and kissed her tenderly. She pressed herself against me. Now her tongue slid in and out of my mouth. Her hands circled my head, pulling me towards her. We kissed for a while, then separated slightly. Her eyes closed. I slid my finger inside, then into her lips and mouth. She sucked it in, then suddenly widened her eyes.

"I...I...I want to kiss you...you...your pussy," Susan stammered. I kissed her, my tongue sliding into her mouth. I leaned down and placed my hand on her wet, open pussy. She moaned as my finger gently slid into her wet opening. I then put my finger to my lips, tasting her sweet and salty love juice. I repeated what I had done before, but this time I put my fingers in her mouth, and she sucked. I held her firm, round breast in one hand, gently and weakly kneading it. Her erect nipples pressed against my palm. Then I moved back, spreading my legs wide.

She gazed at me, then hesitated. "Susan, my dearest, I'm here. All of me is yours. Kiss me like you want your own sweet little hole to be kissed. Think about how you want someone to kiss you, suck you, lick you, love you. Do what you want. It's that simple. Gentle. Soft. We have the whole afternoon, my darling." She looked up at me and smiled, her smile broad. I waited for her to enter me. She hesitated for a few more seconds, then stopped thinking and bent down to kiss my stomach. Her tongue slid out, licking my skin, savoring my flesh. She looked up into my eyes, smiling. Her hands moved to my legs, caressing them softly and lovingly. Her touch was so delightful that I almost melted. She moved down, kissing my legs: first the inside, then the junction between my legs and torso. Her tongue left a wet trail. She looked up and laughed. I knew she was teasing me, and now she knew what she wanted to do. She bent down and stuck out her tongue.

It was my turn to groan as her tongue slid slowly up my vulva, a sensation that was intoxicating. Her tongue quickly licked the base of my clitoris, then circled it, making me cry out. Her lips touched my clitoris; at first, she sucked weakly, then more forcefully, her tongue constantly licking and thrusting against it, in the pattern she wanted her clitoris to be sucked. Slowly, Susan kissed, licked, and sucked my open vulva. I lay down and gently stroked her soft blonde hair with my hand. My lower body involuntarily rose to meet her sweet lips. I felt her fingers slide inside me, carefully reaching their full length. Those fingers explored my wet and hot vagina. Her lips and tongue focused on my clitoris, gradually pushing my passion to a climax until I screamed, my lower body completely engulfing her mouth. My vagina spasmed, tightly squeezing her fingers. She later told me that the most wonderful feeling was knowing she had made me cum.

My orgasm was strong and long, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. I hadn't made love with a man or a woman in a long time. When I came to my senses, I hugged her and thanked her. Her full breasts and firm nipples pressed tightly against my breasts and nipples. When I slid a finger between her labia, her labia opened, and she groaned. "Let's go inside, please," I said to her. "I want to make love to you on a soft bed, I want to feast on your lovely body. The beach chairs are too uncomfortable."

She immediately agreed, laughing, and we practically ran into the house. She led me to a spacious, exquisitely decorated room with a large bed covered with a tent. She pulled back the sheet, revealing a silk, padded bedsheet. She patted the bed beside her, and I sat down, then lay down, pulling her closer. We lay there kissing. I slipped one leg between hers, and her mons pubis pressed against my thigh, gently swaying up and down. Her warm body pressed against mine, soft and smooth. I slowly caressed her body, kissing her neck and the back of her ears, my tongue freely tasting her flesh. She turned me on top of her, opening her legs to meet me. I felt her spreading wetness against my skin. Our mons pubis touched. My mons pubis pressed down on her spreading wetness. She moaned as my soft flesh pushed against her, opening her wetness, plunging into her.

We pushed against each other slowly, caressing each other. She shifted her position slightly, then began to bounce on my mons pubis. Her eyes were closed, and as she approached, she kept whispering my name as if in a sob. When her climax came, my hands were still on her breasts, squeezing them hard. It seemed her climax was over in an instant. I gave her a kiss, then kissed my way down her body, to her soft breasts. Her skin smelled sweet, her fragrance filling my nostrils. Her breasts were amazing; I sucked on her large, pink areolas, and her nipples hardened again. She let out a soft cry when I gently bit her nipple. I slowly moved to her sweet lower body.

I finally reached her open vulva. Her labia majora were deep red, swollen with passion. I spread her labia majora wider, revealing her labia minora. I pinched them, then used my fingers to pry them open. I truly love to see the inner beauty of a woman's vulva. Like a red rose, its wet center brimming with dew. I touched the center of her parted vulva with my tongue, and she let out a sigh of pleasure. I pressed my mouth to hers, sucking in her sweet, salty fluid. We both moaned. I thrust my tongue inside, swirling it around. The clean, excited scent of her vulva, so heavenly, almost made me lose control. God, I adored the fleshy smell of a woman's genitals. I licked her and myself for several minutes. My face was buried in her vulva, my tongue probing inside, making my nose, chin, and mouth wet.

I licked from bottom to top again and again, each time teasing the clitoris with my tongue. Her lower body arched to meet my thrusts. Carefully, I slid in one finger, then two. Following the method a strange woman had taught me, I interlaced my fingers and slowly thrust in and out, twisting my wrist each time. My fingers moved back and forth, stimulating the entrance to her vulva. I licked her clitoris and flicked it rapidly with my tongue while simultaneously using my fingers to stimulate her vulva. She began to moan and even cry out, her lower body arching upwards. My fingers moved in and out of her vagina rapidly, my wrists twisting like a whirlwind. My tongue flicked as quickly as possible, and then her orgasm erupted. She cried out incessantly, and I was truly glad we were indoors.

Her vaginal muscles spasmed, squeezing my fingers, and at the same time, I felt a gush of vaginal fluid spurt out during her orgasm. The fluid sprayed onto my mouth, and I tasted the salty liquid she had ejaculated. It was just a fleeting moment, nothing special, but I had seen such a fountain of vaginal fluid before. Her orgasm lasted a long time. Finally, when she went limp, I was able to withdraw my fingers. I watched her beautiful mouth slowly close. I gently licked her vulva, but avoided her clitoris. Her calves were wet too. I licked the wet areas, savoring her salty vaginal fluid. I smiled and kissed her cheek while she caught her breath.

After she recovered, I kissed her again, and she thanked me. "I've never had such an orgasm in my life," she said, her eyes wide. "I can't believe it can be so wonderful. Even seeing a sky full of stars can't compare to that. I never knew an orgasm could be so intense. My husband and I have had orgasms, but..." She paused, then continued, "Never like this before. You're amazing. Thank you."

"Yes, thank you too. I felt great too. It was so satisfying. I think I can say that knowing the other person is enjoying sex is what's satisfying. Sometimes I almost orgasm, and the feeling is very intense. You know, you 'lost'? One word 'lost' doesn't quite capture it, but it's pretty much it. When you orgasmed just now, your juices sprayed out, and some of it got on my mouth. I haven't done that with anyone in a long time."

She pursed her lips, her almond-shaped eyes wide, and said, "No. I didn't pee, did I? Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I gave her a kiss and told her it wasn't pee, but some women do release a liquid that even scientists are still studying. I told her about a woman who could masturbate for extended periods, and who could ejaculate a tiny amount of colorless liquid, perhaps only a teaspoonful, that tasted indistinguishable from regular vaginal lubrication. This woman was very proud of her ability and would sometimes perform it upon request, but only for female guests.

Susan found it fascinating and wanted to try it herself. I glanced at the bedside clock and suddenly realized that an afternoon had passed by unnoticed. We rushed to the bathroom and took a fun bath together, teasing each other as we showered. The sensation of her wet, slippery body against mine aroused my desire. We both restrained ourselves from going again, as her husband was almost home from work. When he arrived, we were already sitting by the pool, innocently drinking beverages. His eyes were fixed on my body, and Susan gave him a stern "Don't do that" look until he went inside. Though reluctant to leave, we could only sit there. She leaned closer and whispered, "He'd never imagine that we'd stripped naked here and made love. He's as stupid as a stick stuck in the mud. He'll never think of that."

"Susan, my dearest darling, I used to think this place was a boring little American village, but I think that boring part is gone now. Now you and I both have a new hobby. That bath really whetted my appetite. Do you want to come over to my house after class tomorrow… for some studying?" I put on a serious face. "

I think my homework tomorrow needs an expert. I want my teacher to teach me the details of ancient love stories, as beautiful as the poet Shakespeare described." She leaned closer, giving me a light kiss on the cheek as she spoke, all the while keeping an eye out for her husband peeking at my bikini-clad body from inside. Before I left, we gave each other a brief hug, and I felt her twitch slightly. Ah, tomorrow! Driving home, I saw this college town with a new perspective. Looks like this town isn't so bad after all.

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