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My hair is naturally very blonde and fine I wear it below shoulder length and it has a tendency to tangle and matt up. I was pleased to find my new neighbour was a hairdresser and she would call once a week to sort my hair out. She was a lovely bubbly plump girl, the very opposite of me and we became very close. I was able to tell her everything about my life and she was a little shocked to find out that I had resigned myself to being returned to Jehovah unopened. She did propose introducing me to some of her husbands’ single men friends but I was awkward among men and made excuses.
By this time, I had switched jobs to a local office and hardly spoke to any of the men there on subjects not to do with work. I later found out that my office nick-name was ‘The Ice Maiden’, if only they had known about the volcano inside me! One of the office juniors did once say that he really fancied an ‘Artic Roll’ and everyone laughed and looked at me, I was puzzled and a bit upset then, but now I know why he said that it makes me smile, he was an attractive lad.
My friend was a keen gardener and her garden was immaculate whereas my garden was a jungle, so it would be a regular thing that we would spend a day together when she would tidy my hair and then tidy my garden, chatting and giggling all the time with tea and cakes on the patch I called my lawn, weather permitting. Of course, the conversation turned to her sex life and my lack of a sex life and she gradually revealed the things she and her husband got up to, tying each other up and having sex with other people, sometimes in a group. Not even the pot bank girls did that sort of thing. I was absolutely enthralled.
One day she came round to do my hair with a bottle of gin and a bottle of Schweppes in her equipment bag, I sorted out glasses and some ice from the freezer and we sampled our first gin and tonic of the day while she did my hair. She produced a little camera, one of the new digital things that her husband had bought her for her birthday, and asked if she could take few photos of a flowering shrub in my garden, a kind she had not seen before, a Japonica I think she said. By this time, we were on our third gin and we trouped out laughing and giggling into the garden. I was wearing just my pink dressing gown and white panties with pink fluffy flip flop slippers and her hair dressing cape still round my shoulders. She took several photos of the bush. I bent down to smell the blossoms and the cape slipped off my shoulders, I made a grab for it and my dressing gown fell open and she took a couple of shots of my breasts and me struggling to regain composure.
We fell about laughing and went back to the house to refresh our gins. She was saying how beautiful I was and how fat and ugly she was, and of course I was saying how lovely she was. We eventually had a look at the snaps she had taken in the garden, those of the flowers were beautiful but the couple of me were blurred. She went a bit quiet and then asked if she could take a few more photos of me to replace the garden ones. By this time, we were on our fourth gin and I was merry, to say the least, so I agreed.
Well we started in my hallway, somehow, and I don’t remember how I had lost my panties. I let her take complete control of me, she told me how to stand and adjusted my dressing gown and snapped away with her little camera.
After a break for another gin we headed upstairs to my bedroom. It seemed quite natural for her to get undressed, we just lay on my bed and she held me. I felt the warmth of another human body against mine for the first time, it was the most erotic feeling I had ever had.I was laying on my back with my dressing gown open, my head resting on one of her arms. She put her other hand on my cheek a gently pulled me towards her and kissed me, her lips were warm and soft and she ran her tongue gently over the inside of my lips and flicked it against the tip of my tongue. This was, except for the little pecks I used to share with my mother, my first kiss and it was wonderful, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it as her hand was exploring my body, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple, and really before I realised what she was doing, she pushed her hand between my thighs and was holding me there very gently, and then suddenly she slid down and was nuzzling between my thighs, I went to push her away because after all I had showered that morning, but I had peed several times since then what with the tea I had drunk and the gin, and although I had dabbed myself dry with tissue I didn’t feel 100% clean there; I could hear my mother telling me to keep my kitten clean, but she carried on and was licking me from my bottom hole to my clitoris, I very quickly felt the beginning of an orgasm building, much more intense than the feeling whilst masturbating. I felt her slide a finger into my vagina as she licked me, which was nice, but I think she got carried away and suddenly pushed two or three fingers into me, which hurt, and I I squealed and pulled away. She was totally dismayed by my reaction and holding my face between my hands she showered my face with kisses then held me tight to her whispering how sorry she was. After a while we both dozed off.
When I woke, I found our positions reversed, I was laying with my head on her shoulder and an arm round her waist, I eased my self up onto my other elbow and just looked at her, the first naked person I had ever seen, comparing her to myself, she was a little butter ball, plump and pink. My breasts, then, were small and had begun to sag slightly but still quite firm resembling a large apple or small g****fruit, unless I was going out somewhere I didn’t usually bother to wear a bra. Her breasts seemed enormous to me like watermelons and as she lay there on her back they had travelled towards her armpits. My nipples, as you can see in the photographs are small and pink but very sensitive to temperature and as I had just discovered to touch. Her nipples were big and brown with huge aureole, they were also relatively unresponsive as I was to find out. I later noticed she had a pink line under her breasts, a crease that sometimes gave her trouble becoming sore on occasion. She was very hairy. I have very little body hair, I have never had to shave my legs or armpits and my pubic hair was pale blonde fuzz and sparse, only as I got older did it darken and I must today admit to a couple that are grey. He pubic hair was very dark and a mass of curls from just below her belly button to her thighs and as I was to discover as I got to explore her more round to her bottom and to her lower back.
I leanedt over and kissed her to wake her, she smiled and guided my hand up to her breast, and with her hand over mine guided me over her body. I noticed her nipples were very soft and didn’t seem to react as mine did, on a cold day my nipples stand out like little fingers, hers didn’t harden at all, they were easily an inch and a half across surrounded by two inches of aureole and I did notice a couple of dark hairs there. She pulled my hand down between her legs and because she had very generous thighs, she had to open her legs quite a bit so she could push my hand right onto her vagina. It was quite a contrast, the coarse feel of her hair and suddenly the smooth wet almost oily feel of her secret lips. I am very tidy down there, my inner labia are quite small and are normally hidden by the outer set.
I found she was very loose and there seemed to be a lot of extra skin down there. Initially she as guiding my hand showing me how she liked to be touched, which wasn’t too different to how I liked things, so eventually she let me go free-lance. As I touched her deeper, I found I could slip two or three fingers inside her quite easily, I could have probably pushed my whole hand into her but she started to push my head down towards her vagina. It was too much too soon, I wasn’t ready for that. I pulled back and instead I just lay with my head on her tummy with my fingers teasing her clitoris and sliding up and down between her labia and into her vagina. She began to push her hips to meet my fingers and then began to have an extremely loud orgasm.
Afterwards we just lay there looking at each other a little shyly and suddenly burst into a fit of giggling. Neither of us were lesbian, it was just a case of two friends more or less accidentally sharing something special. I couldn’t imagine doing that with another woman nor have I the urge to do so. Because of the shock I felt when she had tried to push extra fingers into me she hadn’t gone on to bring me to orgasm. I think I must have still had a bit of tough old hymen down there that she had torn. She did afterwards take a couple of more photographs of me trying to do artistic poses at the top of my stairs whilst she was standing naked below me, and in one I think you can see just a bead of blood sitting in my vagina, so she had so to speak finally tore along the dotted line, and opened me up.
We chatted together the next few days over the garden fence quite normally, and at the weekend she said she had ordered some prints done of the photographs at the camera shop in Chingford Road, and would bring them with her on Wednesday when as normal she would come and do my hair, but we agreed that gin would be a no-no!
On the Tuesday evening I was bringing in some washing from the garden when I noticed her husband in their garden, he waved to me and gave me a strange half smile. When I went back in with my basket of dry washing it suddenly struck me the she had collected the photo prints and had showed them to her husband. I went hot and cold, quite annoyed but strangely excited.
By this time, I had switched jobs to a local office and hardly spoke to any of the men there on subjects not to do with work. I later found out that my office nick-name was ‘The Ice Maiden’, if only they had known about the volcano inside me! One of the office juniors did once say that he really fancied an ‘Artic Roll’ and everyone laughed and looked at me, I was puzzled and a bit upset then, but now I know why he said that it makes me smile, he was an attractive lad.
My friend was a keen gardener and her garden was immaculate whereas my garden was a jungle, so it would be a regular thing that we would spend a day together when she would tidy my hair and then tidy my garden, chatting and giggling all the time with tea and cakes on the patch I called my lawn, weather permitting. Of course, the conversation turned to her sex life and my lack of a sex life and she gradually revealed the things she and her husband got up to, tying each other up and having sex with other people, sometimes in a group. Not even the pot bank girls did that sort of thing. I was absolutely enthralled.
One day she came round to do my hair with a bottle of gin and a bottle of Schweppes in her equipment bag, I sorted out glasses and some ice from the freezer and we sampled our first gin and tonic of the day while she did my hair. She produced a little camera, one of the new digital things that her husband had bought her for her birthday, and asked if she could take few photos of a flowering shrub in my garden, a kind she had not seen before, a Japonica I think she said. By this time, we were on our third gin and we trouped out laughing and giggling into the garden. I was wearing just my pink dressing gown and white panties with pink fluffy flip flop slippers and her hair dressing cape still round my shoulders. She took several photos of the bush. I bent down to smell the blossoms and the cape slipped off my shoulders, I made a grab for it and my dressing gown fell open and she took a couple of shots of my breasts and me struggling to regain composure.
We fell about laughing and went back to the house to refresh our gins. She was saying how beautiful I was and how fat and ugly she was, and of course I was saying how lovely she was. We eventually had a look at the snaps she had taken in the garden, those of the flowers were beautiful but the couple of me were blurred. She went a bit quiet and then asked if she could take a few more photos of me to replace the garden ones. By this time, we were on our fourth gin and I was merry, to say the least, so I agreed.
Well we started in my hallway, somehow, and I don’t remember how I had lost my panties. I let her take complete control of me, she told me how to stand and adjusted my dressing gown and snapped away with her little camera.
After a break for another gin we headed upstairs to my bedroom. It seemed quite natural for her to get undressed, we just lay on my bed and she held me. I felt the warmth of another human body against mine for the first time, it was the most erotic feeling I had ever had.I was laying on my back with my dressing gown open, my head resting on one of her arms. She put her other hand on my cheek a gently pulled me towards her and kissed me, her lips were warm and soft and she ran her tongue gently over the inside of my lips and flicked it against the tip of my tongue. This was, except for the little pecks I used to share with my mother, my first kiss and it was wonderful, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it as her hand was exploring my body, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple, and really before I realised what she was doing, she pushed her hand between my thighs and was holding me there very gently, and then suddenly she slid down and was nuzzling between my thighs, I went to push her away because after all I had showered that morning, but I had peed several times since then what with the tea I had drunk and the gin, and although I had dabbed myself dry with tissue I didn’t feel 100% clean there; I could hear my mother telling me to keep my kitten clean, but she carried on and was licking me from my bottom hole to my clitoris, I very quickly felt the beginning of an orgasm building, much more intense than the feeling whilst masturbating. I felt her slide a finger into my vagina as she licked me, which was nice, but I think she got carried away and suddenly pushed two or three fingers into me, which hurt, and I I squealed and pulled away. She was totally dismayed by my reaction and holding my face between my hands she showered my face with kisses then held me tight to her whispering how sorry she was. After a while we both dozed off.
When I woke, I found our positions reversed, I was laying with my head on her shoulder and an arm round her waist, I eased my self up onto my other elbow and just looked at her, the first naked person I had ever seen, comparing her to myself, she was a little butter ball, plump and pink. My breasts, then, were small and had begun to sag slightly but still quite firm resembling a large apple or small g****fruit, unless I was going out somewhere I didn’t usually bother to wear a bra. Her breasts seemed enormous to me like watermelons and as she lay there on her back they had travelled towards her armpits. My nipples, as you can see in the photographs are small and pink but very sensitive to temperature and as I had just discovered to touch. Her nipples were big and brown with huge aureole, they were also relatively unresponsive as I was to find out. I later noticed she had a pink line under her breasts, a crease that sometimes gave her trouble becoming sore on occasion. She was very hairy. I have very little body hair, I have never had to shave my legs or armpits and my pubic hair was pale blonde fuzz and sparse, only as I got older did it darken and I must today admit to a couple that are grey. He pubic hair was very dark and a mass of curls from just below her belly button to her thighs and as I was to discover as I got to explore her more round to her bottom and to her lower back.
I leanedt over and kissed her to wake her, she smiled and guided my hand up to her breast, and with her hand over mine guided me over her body. I noticed her nipples were very soft and didn’t seem to react as mine did, on a cold day my nipples stand out like little fingers, hers didn’t harden at all, they were easily an inch and a half across surrounded by two inches of aureole and I did notice a couple of dark hairs there. She pulled my hand down between her legs and because she had very generous thighs, she had to open her legs quite a bit so she could push my hand right onto her vagina. It was quite a contrast, the coarse feel of her hair and suddenly the smooth wet almost oily feel of her secret lips. I am very tidy down there, my inner labia are quite small and are normally hidden by the outer set.
I found she was very loose and there seemed to be a lot of extra skin down there. Initially she as guiding my hand showing me how she liked to be touched, which wasn’t too different to how I liked things, so eventually she let me go free-lance. As I touched her deeper, I found I could slip two or three fingers inside her quite easily, I could have probably pushed my whole hand into her but she started to push my head down towards her vagina. It was too much too soon, I wasn’t ready for that. I pulled back and instead I just lay with my head on her tummy with my fingers teasing her clitoris and sliding up and down between her labia and into her vagina. She began to push her hips to meet my fingers and then began to have an extremely loud orgasm.
Afterwards we just lay there looking at each other a little shyly and suddenly burst into a fit of giggling. Neither of us were lesbian, it was just a case of two friends more or less accidentally sharing something special. I couldn’t imagine doing that with another woman nor have I the urge to do so. Because of the shock I felt when she had tried to push extra fingers into me she hadn’t gone on to bring me to orgasm. I think I must have still had a bit of tough old hymen down there that she had torn. She did afterwards take a couple of more photographs of me trying to do artistic poses at the top of my stairs whilst she was standing naked below me, and in one I think you can see just a bead of blood sitting in my vagina, so she had so to speak finally tore along the dotted line, and opened me up.
We chatted together the next few days over the garden fence quite normally, and at the weekend she said she had ordered some prints done of the photographs at the camera shop in Chingford Road, and would bring them with her on Wednesday when as normal she would come and do my hair, but we agreed that gin would be a no-no!
On the Tuesday evening I was bringing in some washing from the garden when I noticed her husband in their garden, he waved to me and gave me a strange half smile. When I went back in with my basket of dry washing it suddenly struck me the she had collected the photo prints and had showed them to her husband. I went hot and cold, quite annoyed but strangely excited.
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