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I met her in the café, as arranged, and although she had described herself to me it still gave me a shock to see her there, sitting neatly at the table, a petite Indian lady in a bright red sari. She had said she was about 40, a little on the plump side, and no more than five foot high, As she stood up I saw that she had been accurate. What she hadn’t mentioned, though, was the kindly expression and the twinkle of happiness and excitement in her brown eyes.
‘Are you Aneeta?’ I said.
‘Yes, I am. You must be Gina. I’m pleased to meet you.’ Her voice was soft and musical. ‘Would you like a cup of tea?’
‘Um, yes please. Look, I’m a bit nervous, you know.’
‘Please don’t be. A nice cup of tea will put you at ease.’
I sipped the tea while she smiled at me. We made small talk for a bit.
‘Now then Gina, I know you’ve explained things in your e-mails, but maybe you should just tell me everything. Don’t worry, I won’t be shocked.’
I took a deep breath. ‘Well, as I said, I’ve been married for 20 years, things have been OK between us, I mean, nothing out of this world, these days, but we get along fine. We even make love now and then. But in the last few years, I’ve been thinking about sex more and more, reading erotic stories, looking at porn on the internet, you know, feeling that I’ve been missing out somewhere.’
She nodded, just like a good counsellor.
‘I mean, I don’t want to have an affair or anything, that would only end in misery for both of us. But my husband doesn’t seen to have a big sex drive ... I started to hunger after some of the more, as it were, extreme aspects of sex. Things I know would turn him off completely.’
‘Such as ...?’
‘Oh, like anal sex, and having a man come in my face ...’ I blushed. She didn’t.
‘How do you know it would turn him off?’
‘I’ve tried to suggest things to him ... I’m not very good at talking about it. But he made it clear that he found it dirty and repulsive.’
‘And what about your other desire, the thing you contacted me about?’
I took another gulp of tea.
‘I discovered this thing called fisting, having a hand up inside your pussy. Well, you know what fisting is!’
She smiled. ‘Yes, I do know what it is.’
‘I started to get obsessed by it, I kept wondering what it felt like. I read everything I could about it, stories involving fisting, pictures, videos. I tried to do it to myself but I don’t bend the right way. It got so that I couldn’t think about anything else. Men’s hands, stretching me wide open, even two or three hands at once. I knew that I had to try it or I would go mad.’
‘But you were scared?’
‘Dead right I was. I mean I’m quite tight, even after two kids, and when I thought about it logically I couldn’t imagine how a hand could fit up inside me without doing some damage, certainly extreme pain. And I can’t stand pain. But the idea of it still dominated me. So I tried to think of a way in which I could experience fisting and enjoy it.’
‘And you put the advert on that internet site.’
‘Yes. I wanted to find someone with small hands who could introduce me to fisting very gently, very slowly. It was a long shot, I didn’t really think anyone would respond seriously. But it was worth a try.’
She grinned. ‘Well, here I am. Not what you expected, eh?’
‘I must admit I hadn’t really thought about being fisted by a woman. Silly really, I’ve seen enough videos of women doing it. But I got hung up on the thought of a man with big hands. But I’m not a lesbian, you know. I’ve never had sexual feelings for another woman. I should have realised that women’s hands are generally smaller than men’s.’
Aneeta put her hand on the table, making it into a spear shape. It was small and brown, innocent-looking, without rings. I took it in my hands, feeling the slender fingers, the hard knuckles, the girth around the base of her thumb, the warm dry skin, imagining it twisting its way between my pussy lips, the knuckles grinding against my tender membranes. It really wasn’t so big, about twice as wide as my husband’s cock. Surely I could manage that ...
‘You’ve ... fisted women before?’
‘Yes, many,’ she said simply. ‘None of them has ever complained.’
‘Are you a lesbian, then?’
She smiled. ‘I don’t use labels like that. Sexual joy should not be put in compartments. I enjoy sex with men and women, young and old.’
‘And do you like being fisted?’
Aneeta’s eyes shone. ‘Oh yes, very much ...’ she said. ‘Don’t be deceived by my small stature. You’ll be surprised at what I can do.’
She reached for my hands. ‘Clasp your fingers together. Now make one big fist. Put your forearms side by side.’
I looked at the monstrous girth of my clasped hands, and then at her petite body. Aneeta chuckled. ‘If you wish, I can train you to enjoy that too, just as I do.’
I realised that my panties were soaked. The imagines flooding thorough my head had set my juices flowing with a vengeance. Lubrication would not be a problem.
‘Let’s take this one step at a time, shall we?’ I said nervously.
Aneeta stood up and touched my hand. ‘I will be very very gentle. I guarantee that you will not feel any pain. Just supreme pleasure. Shall we go now?’
last modified 3 November 2006