My husband is in sales, so we travel a lot on incentive trips that he has won. Unfortunately, he often spends time with his boss and the other sales people, leaving me on my own. But sometimes that can be good because it allows me to do what I want.
On this particular trip, there was a lot of golf planned, and since I don’t play golf, I decided to take in some of the museums and galleries of the city. There was a particular exhibit that I wanted to see at the Museum of Natural History.
It was a warm summer day so I decided to wear loose fitting shorts and a sports “T” and comfortable tennis shoes. Since I am very tall (5’10”) and stay in good shape, I was confident that it would still be appropriate wear for the day. (I had no idea that later in the day I was going to very pleased with my selection.
I had been at the museum for about an hour when I noticed that regardless of how much time I spent in a particular exhibit, or which exhibit I visited, a young Japanese girl (obviously a tourist) was there too. I became a little self conscious and thought that perhaps my attire wasn’t suitable because the girl kept looking at my legs. The group began viewing a series of exhibits that were in darkened rooms and everywhere I seemed to stand, the girl was near. The exhibits were rather crowded and we soon found ourselves very close. I know in Japan, it is very crowded and they are accustomed to close physical contact. So, at first, I didn’t think too much of the about the fact that this pretty girl kept standing so close to me as we moved from exhibit to exhibit. As we moved through the exhibits her elbow would touch me about mid-thigh, I was much taller than her.
One particular exhibit was very interesting and I must have lost track of what was going on around me because I suddenly realized that the beautiful young Japanese girl was rubbing my leg with the inside of her forearm! I froze… no other woman had ever touched me before… at least not like that! Her skin was so soft and it all seemed so forbidden… in public, in a darkened room… two women. I didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing. I didn’t move… I just let her touch me. Soon the lights came back on and we moved on. We didn’t look at each other but I felt so aware of her existence! She never got very far away from me as we moved to the next exhibit. At next presentation, I purposefully moved to the back of the room just to see what she would do. She followed me, and again stood next to me. What happened next nearly set me on fire! When the lights dimmed, she again pressed her arm against my leg. But this time I applied pressure back so that she knew that I was aware of what she was doing. She soon replaced her arm with her hand. Her hand was so small and delicate… so soft. She slowly slid her hand along my thigh starting at my knee and moving upward. As I mentioned earlier,
I was wearing loose fitting summer shorts and this allowed her to slide her hand inside the leg of my shorts. I was suddenly wishing I wasn’t wearing underwear because her hand and arm was so small that she was able to reach all the way to my panties. I have never been with another woman and what was happening to me at that moment was incredible! She seemed to be very interested in my pubic hair. Rather than trying to get under my panties and touch me, she just kept rubbing my mound. It was probably just as well since that area of my panties was starting to get very wet. I was suddenly (and understandably) no longer interested in the museum exhibits and when the lights came back on I walked out and found a water fountain. I had no idea what would happen next. That concern quickly went away when I turned around and there she stood. No words had been spoken… we both knew what would happen next. I told her that I couldn’t go back to my hotel. She seemed to understand…
and we soon found ourselves in the lobby of her hotel. My legs were shaking so much I wasn’t sure I could walk much further. But, in a strange way, I felt very much at peace with what was happening. We finally reached her room. She invited me in and told me to make myself comfortable. I decided that although she was much younger than my 36 years, that I would let her continue to take the lead as she had at the museum. She spoke little English but little verbal communication was needed. I finally told her that I would like to shower. It had been a very exciting day and a shower sounded like a good place to continue our affair. She indicated her approval and she began to help me with my clothes. It had been a long time since any- one paid that much attention to me and I was loving it. She seemed very excited and grew even more bold as my clothes came off one piece at a time. I was soon nude and standing before her. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off my pubic hair. I am a blonde and very hairy, and she seemed to be fascinated with my ‘bush’.
She stepped toward me and put her arms around me. Her face came right to my breasts. She kissed my tits one at a time, very gently, and began sucking on my nipples. While kissing my hardened nipples, she slid her hands up between my thighs and was soon touching me. I told her I would like to shower first and she nodded, and began to undress. Her body was so tiny! Long, straight lush black hair. Small, but very firm breasts and the most beautiful behind I have ever seen. When she turned around I got to see her fully frontal for the first time. To my surprise, she was shaven. The only hair on her was the hair on her head! She invited me to touch her… I slid my hand down the flat of her stomach to her slit. It felt strange without hair but very sensual. Her lips where already moist and swollen and her clit was slightly protruding from it’s hiding place.
She spread her legs slightly for me. I couldn’t help but slide my finger between her lips, over her clitoris and gently enter her vagina. I could small her… I hadn’t felt lust like this… ever! I touched and rubbed her for what seemed like only a few minutes before she came! I could feel her muscles at the entrance to her vagina tighten on my fingers. She let out a slight gasp and it was over. She seemed subdued even during orgasm. After a moment she indicated that it was ‘my turn’. She led me by the hand to the bath- room and turned on the shower. She asked me if I felt comfortable…
and if she could ‘please’ me. I nodded and stepped into the shower. She immediately followed me in with several body soaps and lotions, and after I was wet all over, she began to bathe me. She ran the soap over my shoulders and down over my breasts and nipples. As the soap flowed down over my stomach toward my pussy, she followed it’s path with her hands. I stood with my legs slightly apart so she could have better access to me. She was wonderful… so gentle, yet so persistent and knowing… she knew exactly how to touch me. She not only touched my clit and inside my lips but also ‘cupped’ me by pressing her hand over both libia and gently massaged me. Then she turned me toward the shower wall… I could feel her hand between my legs encouraging me to stand with my legs further apart. I thought she was going to wash my back. But that was only to be part of it… Her hand soon slid down to caress my buttocks.
Then she asked me to stand slightly sideways. She reached again around in front of me and slid her hand between my legs. She soon found my clitoris with her thumb and forefinger and began to touch me in an almost twirling motion. With the warm water running down between my legs it was a fantastic feeling. And since I was standing at an angle to her, it also allowed her other hand to glide over my bottom in a most pleasurable way. My rear was still soapy and slick with one of the lotions that she was using on my body, as she began to explore deeper between my ass cheeks as she continued to rub my clitoris. Part of me wanted her to stop what she was doing… I had never let anyone touch me ‘there’; not even my husband. But it felt so good and forbidden. She wasn’t probing or ‘poking’. It was all so gentle and caring… she seemed to understand a sense of timing as to when to move ahead and when to slow down with me. I knew I was nearing orgasm. My nipples were rock hard and sticking straight out.
My clit had swollen to a point that gave her an excellent grip. Just as I started to come, she slid a finger against my ass hole… she didn’t penetrate… with a gentle circling motion, she ran her finger around my anal opening. The whole world seemed to go away… the only thing I could feel or sense was where she was touching me at that moment! I have never climaxed so hard in my life. It seemed to go on forever! I could feel my juices flowing from my vagina and onto me. Me legs were so weak we had to get out of the shower so I could lie down before I passed out. We toweled each other off and adjourned to her bed. It was again, my turn. And I expressed every fantasy I could think of or had ever thought of, read about, or seen in X rated movies. She was wonderful. She smelled so good… so soft… and no pubic hair was much more of a turn on than I had ever imagined!
We made love all afternoon. She showed me many wonderful things about myself and about making love to another woman. She said that when she was very young she had stayed with an aunt that was a lesbian. Her Aunt had many friends and they had taught her many of the things that she had now shared with me. I was grateful. The best part of this experience is the ending… that night my husband and I made love… really made love… for the first time. Before it was just sex. That beautiful Japanese girl really opened my eyes to the pleasures… of not only women, but of men as well. As you can imagine… I no longer mind when my husband goes off to ‘play’ with his friends and leaves me ‘on my own’.
This story may or may not be true… I’ll let you decide
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