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Subject: Thanksgiving Story Reposted on request
Thanksgiving
by P. D. Michael
It was Friday afternoon before the long Thanksgiving weekend. It was a
slow day for classes as most of our members were getting ready for the
holiday. Gisele was tidying up from our last group and I was easing
gingerly onto the edge of the desk when she looked up and saw me. ²Backıs
really bothering you huh sweetie?² I nodded but the fact was I was near
tears. ³Letıs lock up and head over to my place for a Jacuzzi,² she
suggested sympathetically. ³Youıve got to do something to loosen up those
muscles before they seize completely.
The ride there was painful and she helped me out of the car when we
parked. Fortunately we didnıt have to wait for the lift. Within moments we
were in her apartment and warm soothing water was filling the deep tub.
Gisele poured us a glass of wine and she bustled about getting fresh
towels while I sat wincing and sipping at my drink. She was a good friend
and had been my partner in the Aerobics School for three enjoyable years.
I felt like a child when Gisele began to remove my things but the ache
in my back made me welcome her attentiveness. Yet, it felt so strange. We
had frequently seen each other naked whenever we changed or showered at
the club. But now, to have her hovering so close and undressing me was
making me tremble. Several times her hands brushed across my belly and
breasts. I tried to read something from her expression that would tell me
that she was feeling different too. Her eyes never met mine, and they
never left the swell of my breasts or the curve of my belly while she
prepared me for the bath.
The powerful jets pummeled my flesh and felt exquisite. Gisele sat on
the edge of the tub rubbing my neck with her talented fingers until I
could feel the tension ease down my arms and dissipate into the hot
swirling water. The ache had been coming from a muscle in my lower back
and she worked it relentlessly with her soothing thumbs until the knot all
but disappeared.
She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadnıt had a
chance to talk in ages. She found a bath pillow and slipped it behind my
head while I sank deeper into the comforting bubbles. Gently she began to
wash my breasts, and like magic, the nipples reared to attention and the
tips tingled. The washcloth lining her palm felt wonderful cupping my
breasts and pulling gently at the stiff points.
I knew it was inevitable, and I thought I was prepared for it. But when
her hand descended onto my belly I drew my breath in sharply and I felt my
buttocks clench. It was only momentary, but enough to bring a soft smile
to Giseleıs lips as she realized my inexperience. The cloth floated off
forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting
ever closer until it played in soft curls. Her other hand joined the first
and curried my hips with her long nails. Unable to wait, my mutinous
thighs parted prematurely. The bubbles surged into the widened gap,
nibbling like soft mouths, tugging gently at my nether lips, and urging my
clitoris into full erection. I was glad for the churning water to
camouflage my own wetness. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what
I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything.
Giseleıs fingers found the soft upward curve of my behind and I moaned
at both the sensation and the frustration of what she had bypassed to get
there. My legs fell further apart at the same moment her finger pushed
against my anus and I moaned again. Her finger probed deeper and her
question took me by surprise. ³Does he do you there?² she
inquired. The answer was so personal I could only nod. ³So does Roger,²
she smiled speaking of her own husband. A shudder of sensuality shook
through me as her index finger slid deep into my bottom. My shoulders and
feet pressed against the tub, raising my cheeks and arching my belly out
of the water. The pad of her thumb slipped into the waiting folds of my
sex and pressed deliciously on my eager clit. ³Do you masturbate often?²
she asked.
³No...Yes...Sometimes.² I whispered as her thumb stroked expertly
against me.
³Does he ever watch you?²
³Yes. He likes to watch.²
The intimacy of sharing such private secrets was like petrol on the
flames of my desire. I wanted Gisele to make me come so badly that my hips
rocked uncontrollably. Each time I was close she backed off, keeping me on
the brink but not letting me. Nothing had ever felt so good. I never
wanted her to stop. But I did want to come so badly. The last of the water
was gurgling into the drain and I had the desperate feeling that it might
end before I could come. I couldnıt wait any longer and I heard myself
pleading with her. ³Please...please, make me come,² I implored, lifting my
hips towards her like some kind of sexual beggar.
Gisele kept me waiting long enough to pull off her top and her lovely
breasts swayed over me as she bent down. Her tongue felt soft yet very
strong as it pushed the soft folds of my sex apart to bare my rampant
clit. It was ecstasy when she held the hoodless pearl between her puckered
lips and sucked so delicately. Every nerve in my cunt was set aflame by
her tongue and I came in a flood of indescribable pleasure that left me
gasping for breath and sobbing for more.
I scarcely remember making our way to the bedroom, but I shall never
forget sprawling like a wanton slut while Gisele brought me to peak after
peak of exquisite delight. I came so often I lost count. It was the first
time Iıd ever been with another woman. The thought had always seemed
abhorrent to me. Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience
and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch.
When it came time to reciprocate I totally beguiled by her body. The
softness of her mouth on my own and the pungent taste of my juices on her
gorgeous face lit fires of desire that Iıd never felt before. Her breasts
hung invitingly near my face as she knelt above me and I sucked each one
into my mouth, laving the nipples with my tongue until she moaned her
appreciation.
My arms circled her hips and I eased her forward until the wild foliage
of her pussy hovered just above my lips. She was very wet and the rim of
her vulva glistened generously with her lubricant. Each breath I took
filled me with the musky aroma of her sex. I nuzzled her, pressing my nose
to the cup of her fragrance and she lowered her belly
to cover my mouth. The softness of her flower bloomed against the pressure
of my tongue and I stretched in as far as I could reach. The walls of her
channel were incredibly soft and the well of her arousal streamed along
my tongue and soaked my face. My lips, surrounded by her vulva, were
embracing the soft petals within. Buried in the coarse hair of her pubis
my nose nudged the turgid stem of her clitoris causing her to mewl like a
kitten. Giseleıs hands supported my head between her thighs, possessively
urging even closer communion between my face and her furrow.
Between the splayed cheeks of her athletic bum my inquiring fingers
found the object of Rogerıs affection. With my thumbnail I scraped lightly
over the undefended rosette while my fingers gathered moisture nearby. A
groan of approval tore from her lips as I penetrated her behind pushing my
slippery finger right in to the last knuckle. Within seconds, a torrent of
love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. Her breath
came in short gasps punctuated with joyous whimpers and little shrieks.
Gisele came thunderously, grinding her molten sex against my mouth in
unrestrained ecstasy.
Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. Her dark red hair spread
out like a fiery halo around her head. Perspiration glowed on her shiny
forehead and her skin felt damp from the exertion. Between her thighs the
hair was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. She caught me
looking there and opened her legs to my gaze. Her hand slid up the inside
of my thigh and cupped my sex with our new found familiarity.
³Does Roger do you like that?² I asked tentatively.
³Not like that.³ she confided. ³He licks. You suck. Youıre the best.²
For a long time we rested. Her hand played with the hair between my
legs, pulling out the curls until they were straight and then letting them
spring back against my mons. The lips were soft, relaxed and ajar. I tried
to remember the last time Iıd come with such intensity and couldnıt recall
of even once that I had.
Giseleıs finger followed the line of my slit brushing back the hairs
to make a path through the underbrush. My clit throbbed when she used her
thumbs to open the flower and expose the pink thimble within. A long sigh
escaped my lips as I felt her warm breath blow across its sensitive rim. I
desperately wanted her mouth one more time. One more time now ... and a
million times more after that. A flush came to my cheeks when Gisele moved
my hand down between my legs. She pushed my folded knees wide apart and
winked at me mischievously. ³Go ahead² she said. ³I like watch.²
The long weekend seemed too long for the very first time. I couldnıt wait
to get back to work, and back to Gisele. My husband and I made love on the
Sunday morning and it seemed very ordinary, very mundane. Until I closed
my eyes and thought of her. When his hand caressed my sex I held onto it
guiding the fingers to simulate her touch;
imploring him to go down on me just the way that she had. He seemed
surprised by my aggressiveness and uncomfortable with my directness. There
had been an awakening in the depths of my belly and it disconcerted him to
be driven by my demands. Even his cock had
seemed superfluous. When he had ejaculated it was a relief to watch it
shrivel along with his ability to continue. In the end, I finished myself
while he took refuge in the bathroom, watching through the crack in the
door. I ached for the many orgasms Iıd enjoyed on Friday afternoon and I
counted the hours till Tuesday.
On Monday we did it again and this time he seemed more prepared for my
heightened drive. He tried to suck me the way I asked and it was good. Not
the same, but good. When he mounted me he made sure that I was ready and
he held off coming until I had. He was attentive and obliging and he even
played with himself for me when I told him ³I like to watch².
The suspicion that I had learned from another man must be playing
through his mind but heıs never asked. He just tries harder to be better.
I love my husband and continue to enjoy sex with him. But in my heart I
know that the softness of a womanıs touch will always be the standard of
excellence. And Iım reminded of that almost every day at work.
-30-
Comments are most welcome. If you have any of your own work that youıd
like to have someone read for an objective opinion E-mail them to me. PD
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