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Looking back, I can see how this all happened. At the time, I didn't realize what was taking place. Not that I'm complaining right now. It's that I thought I was an observant person. 

I'd strained ligaments in my left ankle while running. I'd jumped off a curb, my foot landing on a small rock that blended in with the asphalt. I went down in the middle of the street, uttering words I usually don't use. I think I scared the kids playing a couple of doors down because they all stopped to gawk at me. Luckily, it was a small residential street, and no cars were coming. 

I picked myself up, hobbling the remaining mile and a half back home. Just my luck, I was halfway through my run. At home, my daughter, Kelsey, saw me limping into the house and made me sit while she got ice and a bandage to help reduce the swelling. 

It was Saturday; of course, I couldn't get a doctor's appointment, so I had Kels drive me to an urgent care facility. They took x-rays and gave me a prescription for the pain. There were no broken bones, Yeah me! 

I told them I'd call my doctor on Monday. I lay around the house the rest of the weekend, fumbling around with Kels waiting on me like the sweet daughter she is. I called in sick to work Monday morning, then called my doctor. 

They always have free times for things like this that happen over the weekend. I don't drive a stick shift, so I didn't need a ride. Kels went on to school and wished me luck.

The doctor had copies of the x-rays from the clinic. We went over them again. She gave me a list of physical therapy places because rest and working my ankle were the only ways to treat my affliction.

I went home, put my foot up, then started checking out therapists. I called to make sure my insurance covered the therapy then picked one close.

I called them to make an appointment, and the girl was friendly on the phone. She took all my information to talk to my doctor to get a referral. When that was all finished, I took a nap. 

The swelling went down over the next few days. I returned to work, told my story several times, feeling very embarrassed that I could be so clumsy. I'd made my appointment for Friday to start my therapy. I drove from work since it was between work and home. 

I was greeted by the girl I'd talked to earlier in the week as I hobbled in. She had me fill out all the forms then let me know my therapist would be Trina, and she'd be with me in a few minutes. I thanked her and sat down to read a magazine, expecting Trina to be some huge woman who would bend me and shape me like a modeler molding clay. Where I got that image is beyond me. 

I was quite surprised when Trina did walk in to meet me. I stood to greet her, both of us smiling. Trina was a senior when Kelsey was a freshman on the soccer team at their high school. They both played goalie, so Trina took Kels under her wing. We'd both lost track of her when she went off to college to become a physical therapist.

She was as fit as ever, maybe a bit taller than I remember. I'm only five foot two, and she had to be at least five foot nine. She'd filled out too, not that skinny girl I recalled at all. College had been very good to her. Dressed in shorts, sneakers, and a loose top, she looked like she was ready to hit the beach, not work on my ankle.

“Mrs. Weller, hi! I didn't know it was you. How is Kelsey?”

"Katrina, I didn't recognize your name; I'm so sorry. Kelsey is fine, thank you. Playing varsity soccer now. I'm no longer married, so I'm back to my maiden name, Suzuki."

We hugged; briefly, Katrina held me so I wouldn't fall over due to my ankle. When we broke our hug, she looked at me with a slight smile.

"I'm sorry about your divorce but glad to hear that Kels is doing good. Please call me Trina. Come on back, and we'll get to work on that ankle and catch up too."

I replied, "Then you call me Kimiko or Kim, please."

She smiled, "I will, Kim, although I do love Kimiko. What does it mean?"

I laughed, “It has several meanings, mainly Noble, Empress, things like that. My parents had big hopes for me.”

“I still like it, Kim.”

I followed her back to the primary therapy area. She had me sit then asked for me to remove my shoe and sock. I did as requested while she knelt to look it over. Her hands were warm and soft as she felt my foot, ankle, and calf. After a bit, she looked up at me, asking if I'd brought shorts. I told her yes, I had them in my bag. 

She smiled, "Okay, let's get you into those, and we can start working that ankle. I'm going to work both. The left a little lighter than the right until it heals a bit more." 

I smiled, grabbed my bag, and stood, "Sounds good."

As we walked, we started getting reacquainted, "Did this running, huh? How far do you usually run?"

“I try and get in at least three miles three times a week. I'd like to run a marathon in maybe a year.”

I followed her to an alcove with areas with curtains for privacy. She told me to change and leave my things there and come out when I was ready. She smiled, closing the curtain after she left. I managed to change then went out to find her. She was setting up various objects to work my ankle. 

I stood on half balls made of rubber working my foot back and forth, then sideways. I did balancing poses as best I could, and a few other things. When I finished, we went back to where I left my purse. She closed the curtain behind us, and then she had me get up on the massage table. She proceeded to give me the most amazing foot and ankle massage, using some scented oil that warmed my skin. I sat watching her as we continued our conversation, catching up on our lives. The soreness in my ankle seemed to vanish as she worked the oil. Her voice went from normal talking volume to a whisper. I sat in a trancelike state, replying to her questions, not remembering why I was there. 

She kept smiling at me as her hands worked over one leg then the other. I don't know how long we were there, and I didn't want it to end. When she finished, I snapped out of my trance when she suggested we meet twice a week. The slight pain I'd felt when I arrived had vanished.

I told her I'd have to check with my insurance to make sure. She said Beth, the receptionist, already had. We could do Tuesdays and Thursdays at the same time if I wanted. I nodded in compliance while she smiled, leaving me to get dressed. 

I was surprised; my ankle felt much better after her session. I drove home and told Kels all about meeting Trina. She wondered what happened to Trina, asking me to say hello next therapy session.

I did have a total of twenty sessions, according to my insurance company. I thought I'd use them all even if my ankle felt better. I didn't want to have to deal with this down the road. When Trina figured I could run, then I'd try it.

Each session was better than the last. Trina and I worked my legs, calves, and hips. She showed me exercises to do at home and at the gym. I'd watch her first, admiring her athletic build as Trina demonstrated each new move. She was 'hands-on'. She'd help me balance when we'd do something new. Her strength amazed me, keeping me from falling quite a few times. 

Some of those times, I fell on purpose so that she'd save me from falling. I know it's strange; I'm straight, and there's a massive gap in our ages, but I enjoyed being in her arms along with the closeness. She had a way of making me feel protected when she held me. I'm probably just imagining it, but I think she enjoyed holding me.

My twenty sessions went by quickly. Each session, Trina would rub down my legs with her strong hands and that magical oil. I almost felt I was becoming addicted to her and it. Around week eight of the ten, Trina suggested I try jogging on it gently. I'd been walking on the treadmill with her watching since week six. She wanted to check out my gait to be sure things were going well. Each time she'd stand behind me watching. It felt odd at first having her check me out. I got used to her watching me and as we got to know each other better. I'd skip a bit, wiggle my butt, try making hopscotch moves to see her reaction and to test my ankle. She'd laugh then remind me not to overdo it.

I was feeling good, and when my final session was over, I thanked Trina with a big hug and an invite for dinner. She balked at first, then acquiesced when I told her Kels would love to see her. We set a date for the next Friday night. During the last ten weeks, we'd talked enough that I had an idea of what she liked to eat. 

I told Kels that Trina would be having dinner with us Friday evening; she was delighted.

I decided to make a zucchini lasagna, green salad, and garlic bread for our dinner. Since getting to know Trina, I'd slowly started eating healthier. Not that Kels and I weren't eating healthy already, I mainly cut out the few snacks we indulged in.

Friday evening arrived; both Kels and I were a bit excited to see Trina. I think we each had our reasons. Kels to catch up and pick Trina's brain about college, and for me, I wanted to see her again. I thought we got along very well during my rehab. I didn't know if she'd like to be friends outside that relationship or not. Maybe her coming over for dinner was the beginning of that. I don't have many friends, to begin with, and our age difference would be somewhat different. I had no idea how Kels would react if Trina befriended me. Of course, this was all speculation on my part.

I had told Trina to dress casually, it was warm out, and we'd dine on the deck in the backyard. When she arrived, I had no idea casual could look so good. Kels was in her room when the doorbell rang. I opened it, expecting Trina dressed down. She was in white high waist shorts that hugged her taut tummy perfectly and those fantastic legs. Her top was white also, a crocheted crank top with floral designs. I could see a hint of her breasts in a lacey white bra. On her feet, she adorned them with gladiator sandals. In each hand, she held up a bottle of wine, one red and one white. I smiled, ushering her inside, calling out to Kels as I did. 

We headed to the kitchen only to be stopped by Kels running down the hallway, then suddenly stopping in her tracks when she saw Trina.

“Wow! You're so buff!”

Trina giggled, as did I.

She replied, "And hello to you. It's part of the job description, sweetie. You know me; I do love a good workout. You're looking pretty good yourself, Kels. Coach has been working you, I see."

Kels blushed, "Hi, Trina. Yes, I remember all those drills you made me do. We have a new coach now, and she's a taskmaster, and I love it."

They hugged as I took the bottles from Trina's hands. I headed to the kitchen to let them get reacquainted. I could hear them talking and giggling as I put the bottles in the fridge. 

Kels dressed in a tank top, shorts, and barefoot as usual. I told her to look decent, but her friend was coming over, and I suppose she did not need to impress. Her hair was in a ponytail and looked neat, which was better than not.

The girls were giggling as I walked back out to let them know dinner would be about a half-hour. I asked if they were thirsty. They were, so we headed to the kitchen. I didn't realize they were so close in high school. It was only for a year, but they seemed to have bonded. I wondered why they hadn't stayed in touch.

I thought to ask them later when we'd finished dinner. We opened the red wine, Trina and I each having a glass while Kels had water. We stood around the kitchen, gossiping back and forth. Trina was telling Kels I was one of her best patients, which made me blush. 

It didn't make sense to stand around the warm kitchen on a warm day chatting. However, at the time, we were enjoying talking. I learned a bit more about the girls' relationship in school. Insight into Kelsey is always welcome. Kels told embarrassing stories about me. Trina would smile at me, which would make me even redder than I was.

When the timer dinged, we got busy setting the table out on the deck. We took our plates and the bottle of wine to continue our chatting. We gossiped more, giggling, and telling stories. The wine seemed to vanish between Trina and me. It was tempting to get another, but Trina had to drive. I think my inhibitions dimmed a bit during the evening. We were talking again about my therapy when I marveled at how therapeutic Trina's massages were. She smiled, mentioning that being a masseuse was a side business for her. She'd paid part of her way through college, giving massages. 

I was impressed, telling her how much I enjoyed that oil on my ankles and legs. Naturally, Kels found it a little repulsive. We all laughed at her comment, but I was interested. We discussed it more as we cleared the table and washed the dishes. Before leaving, Trina gave me her card, telling me to text her and we'd set something up. I put it on the kitchen counter. 

It was about two weeks later Kels came home after practice complaining of sore muscles. I remembered Trina's card. I asked Kels if she'd want a massage by Trina. She reluctantly agreed because she'd missed some easy blocks and wanted to feel better by their next game. 

I texted Trina and received a call about an hour later. I told her what the problem was. We set a time for the following evening for her to come over. 

Kels changed into her bikini for her massage as Trina brought in her massage table to set up. I brought out some towels as per Trina's instructions. We set it up in the dining room since it has hardwood flooring. I didn't want any of the magical oil in the carpet in case Trina spilled. 

I sat and watched as Trina worked Kelsey's muscles, kneading, rolling, and whatever they call it. Kels moaned and grinned as Trina worked the soreness from her for close to an hour. I sat dreaming it was me under Trina, trying not to moan as she worked. It felt like Trina was slowing down as her hands rubbed down Kels' legs. She looked as if she wished they were mine: long slow sensuous strokes, one leg then the other. I'd get a sly smile at times too, when she'd ask my girl how she was feeling. My heart was racing watching all of this; it was strange and arousing at the same time.

When she finished, Trina told Kels to drink plenty of water to help wash away the toxins in her, then do a little stretching. I didn't know massages cause toxins. 

I paid Trina her going rate, inquiring how much a regular session for me would cost. I thought once a month would be lovely. Being the frugal person I am, I asked if doing the two of us at the same time as possible. She thought about it for a bit, then said it was possible. We'd have to reduce the amount of time to thirty minutes each for a total of an hour. We worked out a price as I helped her pack up. 

The massages would be a birthday gift for Kels if she wanted them. 

The first time Trina came to massage us, I made dinner again for the three of us. I didn't want this to be only a business transaction. Since Trina only had one table, we took turns, with Kels going first. I sat and watched again as Trina worked her magic. Slow and luxurious would be how I describe the way she worked Kels's body. I think my baby almost fell asleep under Trina's warm, soft hands. Her soft moans made me a bit anxious to trade places with her. I kept checking the clock on the wall, counting the minutes until I could feel her touch.

When her time was up, Kels headed off to shower, and I lay upon the table. Trina was all warmed up for me. Her touch felt terrific. I thought I was in a trance when she did my legs. Massaging my entire body felt like I'd gone to heaven. I moaned as she whispered to me, asking how it felt. She'd giggle when I'd answer that way, then say, good. The time flew by. I pouted a bit when she stopped to begin packing up. I donned my robe and paid her. I was thanking her for making me feel so good. I told her if she wanted, I'd make dinner each visit. She liked the idea very much, offering to discount our sessions a bit. I told her no, I enjoyed her company, as did Kels.

We continued our sessions for a couple of months alternating Kels going first, then me. The third month, Kels had a school thing that I didn't need to attend, so I got Trina all to myself. We talked about rescheduling but, Kelsey didn't seem to mind missing a session. Trina came over for dinner as usual. We ate, talked, and then I changed while she set up. This time it was different when I came out. Trina had dimmed the lights, lit scented candles, and put on some soothing music. I looked at her, wondering what was going on. She said she wanted to try something with the ambiance, and if I didn't like it, she'd go back to the usual way.

I didn't argue as I removed my robe to get on the table. I loved the new ambiance and scented candles. It added a nice touch. I lay on my tummy, as usual, waiting for Trina's soothing touch. It had been a rough day at work, and this was precisely what I needed.

She started at my feet, gently working her way up my legs switching sides depending on what muscles she kneaded. I lay eyes closed, letting my mind wander. After a few minutes, when she'd made her way to my glutes, I could feel the bottom of my bikini lifted by her fingers. Turning, I asked what she was doing.

She stopped then leaned into me, whispering in my ear. Since Kels wasn't here, she told me she'd work some areas that she usually wouldn't if I didn't object. We had the time if I didn't mind.

I didn't mind at all. I loved Trina's hands on me, so I gave her the green light. 

She giggled, “Okay.”

Then I felt her fingers in the waistband instead of the bottoms of my bikini. She worked them as I rose to let her lower them. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I knew Kels would be home much later, so I wasn't worried about her seeing what was going on. 

When my bottoms were rolled down, I felt Trina working my ass. I mean glutes. It was strange and yet lovely to feel her hands pressing into my flesh down there. Next, I felt her untying my top as her hands moved from my glutes to my lower back. I didn't say a thing. Her hands moved over my back, rolling over my shoulders as I lay there enjoying. 

When she asked me to turn over, it was with another seductive whisper in my ear. I obeyed without saying a word. Her response was a sweet, "Good girl."

She returned to my feet; my top, having been swept away, now lay on the floor, my bottoms rolled down, not quite exposing my mons. I felt vulnerable yet completely secure, knowing she wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

Again working her way up my legs, she got within millimeters of my pubic area on my inner thighs. I almost felt like saying something. I didn't want to be a prude, so I remained silent. She skipped over my bottoms to move to my tummy and just under my breasts. 

That's when I heard her compliment me, “You have such cute nipples, Kimiko.”

I blushed. I knew she liked my name; now her using it made me shiver. My nipples stiffened as she kept whispering sweet words to me. My eyes were closed, not wanting to see what she was going to do next. I guess I was silly because that's as far as she went. I could feel her lower her face to my ear, whispering she was finished. I could tell my bottoms were a dead giveaway of my arousal. My heart was racing as I sat up looking for my top. 

Trina had it hanging from her fingers with a massive grin on her face. 

“Did you like it, Kimiko?” 

I nodded, reaching for my top as one arm covered my breasts. 

She giggled, “Why are you hiding those beautiful orbs? I've already seen them, Miss Silly.”

“I don't know. I'm a bit frazzled at the moment.”

“But did you like it?”

I nodded again, “Yes, maybe a bit too much.”

Grinning, she looked down at my crotch, "I don't think that's a bad thing, Kimiko. It happens from time to time."

I blushed, “It's a first for me.”

She opened her arms to hug me. I stood there and let her, clutching my top. 

“Same time next month? Should I bring my new ambiance for Kels too?”

I had to think, “Ambiance is fine. The 'extra' work, no.”

She smiled, “You're the boss.”

With that, she started packing her things. I watched, standing like a statue as she did. I got a kiss on the cheek as she headed for the door. Quickly I ran ahead of her to open it for her. I'm glad nobody was outside to see me in my state of undress. I closed the door behind her then headed to shower. I thought about masturbating in it, but Kels was due home soon. The house already smelled like 'ambiance', which I'd have to explain.

I showered then slipped into my sleepwear. When Kels came home, I told her about Trina's new theme. She thought it was interesting, then went to bed. I went to my room after locking up the house. Kels' door was closed. I shut mine, got ready for bed, then slipped under the sheets. Recalling how Trina touched me, I went a little further, easing one hand between my legs as I pinched and played with a nipple. 

I'd never masturbated thinking about a woman or girl before. Trina was fixed in my mind as a sexual goddess who was teasing me. Whatever she had planned made me confused and horny.

It wasn't long before Trina texted me wanting to meet and talk. We decided to have coffee one Saturday morning at a little bistro downtown. I didn't know what to expect from this meeting. I thought about so many scenarios my head hurt. When I arrived, she was already seated, sipping an iced coffee. I waved to her then waited at the counter to get a chai tea. I told the barista where I'd be, then joined Trina.

She was dressed in her usual casual attire, looking as good as ever. I dress a bit more conservatively, wishing I could look as good. We greeted each other with hugs and smiles. I could feel that wonderful warm feeling between my legs as our bodies met, and she wrapped me in her arms ever so briefly. The barista dropped off my drink before we began chatting. We made small talk as we sipped, looking around at everyone enjoying the morning. 

When our drinks were almost finished, Trina reached over to take my hand in hers. I looked at her, wondering what she was going to say. She took a moment then softly told me she found me very attractive. She had since she was in high school. I was very flattered.

She went on to tell me she's noticed my reaction when she's around me, especially when she massages me. I had to blush. I admitted she did make me feel special and excited. I confessed I'd never felt like that with any females before. 

She smiled, “Are you through with your drink?”

I looked at it, telling her, "Yes, why?"

Her thumb rubbed the back of my hand as she held it, “Any plans for the rest of the day, Kimiko?”

I shivered, "No, I was just going shopping after; why?"

She looked me in the eyes, “Come home with me. Let's spend the afternoon together, Kimiko.”

My body was on fire as I quietly replied, “Yes, Trina.”

She beamed as she stood, my hand in hers, “Follow me, I'll go slow.”

I giggled, “I hope so.”

She laughed, “Yes, Kimiko.”

I followed Trina home, my mind racing in so many different directions. I almost rear-ended her while daydreaming of what was about to happen. My heart was pounding, and I kept telling myself to settle down. I even put the classical station on the radio to help calm me.

She pulled into her driveway, and I parked on the street. Patiently waiting by her car for me, we walked to the front door without saying a word. She could tell I was nervous as she opened it to let me in. I stopped just inside while she closed and locked it. 

Then much to my surprise and delight, we hugged. Her body felt so good against me, comfortable yet arousing. She looked down at me to lean in, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. I stood, enjoying her lips against mine. It wasn't a mad rush like you see on television or in the movies. We stood kissing, her hands roaming my clothed body. I enjoyed how she touched me. Our bodies felt so natural together. 

Trina could feel my passion rising, her lips left mine, but her tongue circled them, teasing me. 

She looked at me; her eyes showed love and tenderness as she asked me, "Are you sure about this, Kimiko?"

I nodded, uttering a soft, "Yes, Trina. Very sure."

Her smile said it all as she took my hand to lead me to her bedroom. Her house was a small two-bedroom. I could see the spare room was set up for massages. The table ready for her next client. Her bedroom was like a Disney Princess room. Painted in pinks and purples, a canopy bed with lots of small lace fringed pillows. I giggled when I saw them, which made Trina blush.

“Yes, I'm a Disney nut,” she said.

"I love it. It's so cute. Just like you."

She wrapped me in her arms, kissing me once more. This time the passion took hold as our lips pressed together. Her tongue slipped to join mine, entwining, and exploring my mouth. My hands firmly gripped her rear end, pulling her closer to me. I was feeling frisky, and my confidence was building, knowing this was so right.

Our embrace continued until my lover stopped us. She whispered that she wanted to remove the bed covers for us. I smiled, observing her slip them back after setting the cute little pillows on a chair. My anticipation was building, patiently waiting for her next move.

With that complete, she looked at me, asking, "May I undress you, Kimiko?"

I smiled, “Yes, please.”

She moved towards me, “Thank you.”

Looking into my eyes, she reached for the top button on my blouse. Methodically, she loosened each one until there were no more. My top freed, she carefully took it off my shoulders to place it on the chair with the pillows. Next came my bra. I turned, lifting my long raven black locks to give her access to the clasp. 

She slid it down my arms, lowering her face to kiss my shoulders. I shivered when I felt her lips against my skin. I could feel that warmness between my legs as my nipples hardened. My bra was placed on top of my blouse on the chair. Her movements were so gentle, treating my clothes as if they were a thin glass that could break at the slightest misstep. 

I turned to face her, waiting for my shorts to be removed. She knelt before me, kissing my tummy and nearly causing me to fall over. My knees felt so weak. When my shorts were unfastened, she helped them down my legs. I placed a hand on her head to balance as I stepped out of my shorts. 

She set them aside to kiss my tummy once again. She was so gentle and loving I was growing impatient but didn't want to rush her. My panties showed the obvious signs of my arousal. She looked at them then up at me, a wide grin on her beautiful face.

I blushed as she inched them down my legs, exposing my full black bush. I stepped out of them again, using her head for balance. When they were free, she sat back on her heels to admire me. 

“Kimiko, you are so beautiful. I had a hint when I massaged you. I love your fullness.”

She softly brushed my hair as I stood, trying to maintain my composure. Delighting in the softness, she used the back of her finger to pet me there. She even talked to her while she did, calling her my 'pretty kitty'.

I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I was so enamored with Trina. I could only imagine how amazing our lovemaking was going to be.

She stood to kiss me again. I was so wound up; I wanted to make love to her right there. She could sense my anticipation.

"Patience, Kimiko. Undress me, please."

I did as requested, trying to be as methodical with her as she was with me. But I was excited and nervous. Her soft words of encouragement helped calm and aroused me at the same time. I was in awe of her body, and it showed. I kissed her bare skin with each article of clothing removed. I felt like I was worshiping a goddess. 

When I exposed her breasts, I paused to admire them. They were perfect, round, full, and firm. I'd never been this close to another woman's breasts before. Trina reached down to take my hand. She guided it to her bosom, touching her nipple with my index finger. I watched as the nipple I felt slowly enlarged. My jaw dropped watching it. I had no idea I could do that. 

She took my finger, circling the now swollen nipple. Letting my hand go, she pinched herself, tugging at it. 

“Like this, baby.”

I watched as she toyed with them, my tongue coating my lips with my saliva. 

“Taste them, Kimiko. Please.”

I sighed as I leaned in to take my first taste of a woman's breast. My lips surrounded her nipple. Then out of instinct, I began gently sucking. 

I heard Trina tell me how good I felt there, along with a request for gentle bites and tugs. I did those and more. I toyed with it using my tongue, feeling how hard it was as I flicked it. I could hear my breath through my nostrils increase as I suckled. 

Trina held my head to her, and when her right breast had enough, she nudged me to try the left. 

Her soft voice letting me know she enjoyed this experience made it all feel so right and natural. 

I kept hearing, 'good girl' and 'that's it, baby', which made me feel exceptional. 

I guess I was spending too much time making love to her breasts because she pulled me off of them to continue undressing her. 

I removed her shorts to reveal a pink thong covering her bare vagina. I paused, staring at her, not believing what I saw. She giggled, telling me to touch her and remove the thong. I did as I continued gawking. Her labia glistened, fascinating me with the sheen on her skin.

Grasping my head, she nudged me up to stand with her. We kissed once more, bare breasts pressed together. The tingling in me amplified as she raked her nipples across mine. If we ever got around to making love, I knew I wasn't going to last very long. I was on the brink of a climax as it was.

As we kissed, she turned me around so my back was to the bed. She let me go, telling me to get in. I climbed up, settling in with my head on the pillows watching her. Se had a lustful look on her face as she joined me. Instead of kissing me, she moved so her head was between my legs. 

Cupping my legs under her arms, she began kissing my thighs, working her way up to my bush. When her tongue pressed into my hairs and then my labia, I gasped. She knew I was close, easing her tongue between my lips, her lips covering my pussy.

She moved her face on me while her tongue searched for my clit. She knew what she was doing finding her under my hood. Her expert tongue toyed with her until my body reached the most spectacular place. I gripped the sheets, and my head pushed back into the pillow as I experienced my first female orgasm.

I had never been vocal during sex before, but Trina's expertise caused me to grunt when I came. I was so embarrassed, turning red not only from that but from the excitement I felt inside.

She continued her manipulations of my body as I squirmed under her. When I finally begged her to stop, she slowly removed herself from between my legs to join me on the pillows. I was trying to catch my breath as she quickly kissed me.

I tasted myself on her lips!

I was surprised, shocked, and stunned at what she had done. I tried to wipe it off, but Trina stopped me telling me to savor it. Then she kissed me again. I couldn't help but taste myself on her sweet lips. The longer she kissed me, the better it tasted. 

When she finally let me go, I was a complete mess. We snuggled; she felt so good next to me. I wanted to stay there for the rest of the day, and we did. We rested, quietly talking about what we'd just done. There wasn't any pressure on me to go down on her. She enjoyed touching me, and I enjoyed touching her. 

We took a brief nap in each other's arms. I never snuggled like that with my ex. This feeling was new, and I liked it.

When we woke, I began playing with her breasts again. They fascinated me, and she enjoyed my attention to them. I moved down to suckle her after kissing her lips. I rolled over her so I could have both of them easily. I moved between her legs, lying on her flat tummy merrily nursing my new found treats.

She squirmed under me, grabbing my ass cheeks and squeezing them. I was getting aroused again. She told me to put my thigh on her and move my leg up and down while suckling. I loved her suggestions and proceeded to do just that. I could feel her wetness on my thigh as I moved. Such new and exciting sensations.

We reached a rhythm with her hands on my ass, moving me up and down while I moved back and forth between breasts. 

I heard, “Go lower, baby.”

I was a bit reluctant to do it at first. I swallowed hard and took one last lick. The rest of my licking went from her breasts to her tummy, then finally between her thighs. Seeing her bare labia did something to me. I forgot any doubts about what I was going to do. Placing my lips on hers as she had to me, I copied as best I could her lovemaking. 

I fumbled around a bit, but with her guidance, I discovered what she wanted. Continuing my wet messy pleasuring of my goddess, I began to feel her getting closer to her climax. She pressed my head to her, telling me to go faster. I did the best I could without gagging; it was getting more comfortable and even more delightful the longer I stayed there. She told me to finger myself, and with a little maneuvering, I managed to get a hand between my legs. I was soaked. 

I kept going until we both reached our peaks. When we'd calmed down, she drew me to her, kissing me once again. She reached down to take my hand that had brought me to my second orgasm of the day to suck on my finger, partially cleaning it off. Then she offered it to me to do the same. I wanted to please her so, and I did as she smiled, watching me.

We cuddled again, talking about what we'd just done. Slowly, as our talk faded, we napped again. 

That afternoon we made love twice more. I was spent. 

We talked about where we were going with our new relationship. We both realized it would be a shock for Kels to tell her we were lovers. We came up with a plan to slowly integrate Trina into our life. Well, mainly mine. 

When I got home, Kels was out. I took a hot shower, thinking about my day with Trina. I almost ran out of hot water masturbating about what we'd done all day. She is insatiable, and I love it. 

Now that I've dipped my toes, it's time I learned to swim.