Indiscretions

Excerpt

When we entered the apartment, Sharon directed me to a large bedroom. There was a king size bed with four posters. Jokingly, I said “Those posters are convenient for restraints.” She gave me a strange look as if I had read her mind. There were two empty drawers she pointed to where I could stow my clothes. I just met her yesterday and already I felt like I was moving in.

After I was situated in the bedroom, we moved into her living area. She invited me to sit down and offered me a drink. “I’ll take a glass of red wine if it’s available?” She took a bottle from a liquor cabinet and poured two glasses. We sat there for a few seconds drinking the wine. “That’s quite a guest room where you’re putting me up. I can hardly wait to see the master bedroom.”

“That is the master bedroom. This apartment doesn’t have a guest room. As I previously stated, I normally don’t go to bed with someone on the first date. I consider our second date began this morning at breakfast. I intend to sleep with you for the rest of the weekend.”

“I see.”

“There are some things about me I think you should know before we become intimate. First, I am bi-sexual. I can reach sexual satisfaction with one partner, male or female, but I prefer two. I especially enjoy having sex with a male and female at the same time. Secondly, there isn’t anything I won’t consider when having sex. I expect my partner or partners to submit to whatever fantasies one or all the partners wish to participate.”

“Do you have another partner you would like to make part of our ménage a trios?”

“Not at the present time, but I do have someone in mind. I want it to be a surprise.”

“When I met you last night, I would have never, in 100 years, thought of you as one who would be into kinky sex.”

“Yes, well, I normally don’t advertise my sexual orientation. If you are not alright with what I just told you, we can go our separate ways.” Sharon took a slight pause. “When I met you last night, I got the vibes that you were cool with sexual experimentation.”

“I’ve had a lot of sexual experiences since college. I even had sex with a lesbian on two occasions. She was intoxicated and so was I. She liked what I did for her the first time so much, she came back of seconds.”

“If you have the knack for getting a lesbian to orgasm, you and I will get along just fine in bed. I also have a variety of sex toys I like to use. I’m sure that several of them you will find pleasurable. If there’s something you don’t want to do, we can eliminate that from our sexual repertoire.”

She refreshed my wine. “I need to get out of these clothes and take a shower. Would you like to join me?”

“I thought you would never ask.” I followed her into the bedroom. I observed her carefully as she discarded her clothing. It became apparent as she peeled the clothing from her body there wasn’t an imperfection to be observed. I was so intent with watching her; I didn’t make a move to undress.

“Are you going to show me that body of yours, or are you going to shower with your clothes on?” she remarked.

She moved toward me and began undressing me. When my boxer shorts hit the floor, she reached down and took hold of my penis. It got hard immediately. I reciprocated by putting my fingers into her vagina and teasing her clit. We stood there for several minutes exploring each other’s private extremities.

Finally, she said, “I think we should get into the shower. We can continue our groping once we are under the water.”

The bathroom was on the left side of the bed. After a few steps, we were standing in front of the shower doors. Sharon stepped in and turned on the water. She tested it for about fifteen seconds, and then signaled me to enter as well. I stepped in behind her. It was a tight space. She thrust her rear end against my penis which was still hard from her fondling. I kissed her on the nap of her neck and placed my hands around each of her breasts. She took the soap and began to suds herself down. She turned to me and allowed the water to rinse away the soap. With the wash cloth in one hand and the soap in the other, she began to soap me from top to bottom. She spent the majority of the time carefully cleansing my genitals. I took the wash cloth from her and began to wash her from the neck to her feet. I had to go down on my knees to properly wash her ankles and feet. Her vagina was directly in front of my face. She put her hand behind my head and moved me into her pubic hair. I parted the hair. Then I moved in as close as I could get. Her vulva captured my nose. I let my tongue search out her clit. She began a horizontal movement. She began to make some primitive sounds that I had become familiar with in my past sexual encounters. In previous experiences, when a woman was on the verge of an orgasm, she would signal me what was about to happen with certain sounds. I was definitely getting those signals from Sharon.

She turned off the water. “Let’s take this into the bedroom.” We toweled each other off and I let her lead the way. She sat on the side of the bed. I stood a few feet from her.

She pointed to a drawer in the nightstand. “There is a tube of KY in there, get it out for me.” It was brand new and had never been used. “Put a generous amount on your penis and an equal amount on me.” She rolled over on her stomach.

She was signaling to me that she wanted me to enter her anally. I knelt alongside her on the bed and squeezed the tube into her anus. I took my finger and spread the KY along the inside of her cheeks. I put the tube back on the nightstand and then I straddled her. I began to insert my penis slowly, but firmly, into her anus.

“Put it all the way in,” she directed.

I did as she commanded.

“Now, begin to move in and out. This is one of my favorite positions to orgasm.”

The feeling was intense. My penis was sliding easily due to the generous amount of KY. Sharon would tighten her grip around my penis as I would reinsert it. This was my first time experiencing anal sex. I found it to be incredible.

“The next time we have sex, I’m going to share with you the pleasure of having someone give it to you anally.”

I didn’t know exactly what she meant, but I was sure she would educate me. I had never had a woman so knowledgeable in the art of giving and receiving sexual pleasure. I knew from this experience that our next few days together were going to be an adventure. After fifteen minutes of pounding her anus, she announced that she was about to come.

“Come with me,” she requested.

That wasn’t a problem. I had been holding back for the last five minutes. When she finally came, she let out another of her primitive sounds that seem to go on for a full minute.

Then she said, “I felt you come. That increased my orgasm. I love feeling you inside me. I think that you’re a keeper.”

For the rest of the weekend, when we weren’t nourishing ourselves with food and drink, we were in bed having incredible experimental sex.