Chapter 1: Debra and Me

Yes, I am definitely bi. I had a fun experience not too long ago when I asked for a wax job on my pelvic hair at a salon I go to. We know each other well through my visits to the salon. I asked her if she would do it cause a BF thought it would be neat. She reluctantly agreed but I could tell she wanted to.

Being nude down there in front of her – and worse, on my back with my legs open, this was not clinical. It was really quiet and I barely felt the sting. I got wet, was wet noticeably. She didn’t really try to touch me but it was part of the process and couldn’t be avoided. At one point she whispered ‘Oh my God!’

So I gave up trying to hold back, thought to myself ‘just be quiet’ – so I came and she knew by my breathing. LOL my legs wide open and my knees pulled up so my feet were flat on the table.

It was really quiet after and she just looked at me, knowing. Took a dab at my puss with a towel and excused herself to the ladies room. I just pulled a big towel over me and relaxed.

I know what she did and I would have too. OMG the sexual tension was so thick!

After all that my BF said I felt like a baby. I almost killed him. And in fact, that was sort of the last straw with him. He’d been on the way out anyway. But that was when I knew it was over.

So I will be with Debra tomorrow. I will go over early and we will just relax, coffee on the couch under a blanket. We became lovers about six years ago, I was on the rebound following a breakup with a married man after two years of almost living together. Another story I guess!

We are different sizes and we can’t share clothes. She is a couple inches taller than me, weighs the same though. About. She has smaller breasts, moderate waist and the most beautiful ass and hips. The first thing I noticed when we met was her curves. I am more compact, she is leaner and longer. Here she is:

For comparison, this is me:

We met through work. She is in real estate and at the time she was leasing commercial space. She now sells houses. Anyway I had some ground floor store space that I wanted to fill asap because the building looked empty. She had a jeweler who wanted to move to a larger space so we worked out a deal we could all live with – a smokin’ deal as they say. I got a good tenant and a long lease.

Debra and I were constantly messaging and talking before we signed and I noticed her messages getting more personal and cozy. So we signed the lease and went to lunch. We talked about our families, our past, old flames, flames we still wish we had. We touched on our sex lives, I was still single and she was married. My sex life was active, I had lots of boyfriends and I slept with every one of them. Debra’s sex life was more subtle, one boyfriend for a while then her husband. She had others, dates and stuff but nothing that turned intimate.

We do errands, take walks, whatever, to be together. When we meet, we usually end up in bed. Our lovemaking is slow and gentle but passionate. We shower together and dress. One real bummer is that we can’t swap clothes. She is taller than me and leaner but not thin. I am 36D-28-40 and she is a C cup with smaller hips. We swap nightgowns though.

She is 10 years older and is sort of my bossy side. Everything she does I have to do. She needed a new phone (destroyed hers) so she said I needed a new phone. So I wound up with a new phone, LOL. Stuff like that.

We started walking together on the walking paths. We laughed and had fun, this was turning into a daily afternoon ritual and we loved it! We walked sometimes arm in arm, holding hands, girl stuff to most but when we touched it was electric to me and I could sense the same in her. We started hugging when we parted, and we hugged when we met. Little kisses began on the neck when we hugged and we were touching more often.

After one walk she invited me to her house, I had been there before to pick her up, use the bathroom after a walk, bringing stuff inside after shopping and stuff so this wasn’t my first time there. But this felt different, the way she said it in a low voice, a sultry tone. I said “Lets go!” in a quiet way that matched her voice. As we walked to our cars her arm around me was stronger than usual, her hand dropped to my hip. I did the same with my arm around her but my arm was higher, my hand under her arm, close to the side of her breast. I could feel the warmth of her body. “See you at the house!”

Driving alone I thought “Oh My God, what is happening?” I was in a daze. Short drive, I parked, she beat me and smiled when I got out of the car. We went inside and immediately she offered wine. Sure!

We sat on the couch, had some wine and chatted. We were close on the couch, our hips just touching, my legs crossed, leaning a bit into her body. Our arms touched, we were both wearing shorts and my eyes fell to her thighs. “You have beautiful legs” I blurted out. Stupid me I thought, why did you say that? She said “you do too,” then “you have a nice tan.” She traced her finger from my knee to the hem of my shorts with her index finger and I immediately felt a gush inside my vagina. OMG the sexual tension was so thick!

I ran my finger up and down the top of her thigh, slowly. I let my hand drop to the inside of one knee. We turned a bit, our eyes locked and we kissed. It was long, our tongues intertwined and we stayed together. Our arms around each other we kissed again. Our breathing was the only sound in the room. Her hand fell to my breast and she rubbed me. Her hand dropped to my lap, lifted the hem of my shirt, rubbed my bare tummy and moved to my breast. Being large means even a full coverage bra is like a demi on me. So when her hand rubbed and squeezed, she was feeling the soft skin of the exposed top of my breast.

“Oh my God” I whispered in her ear, she responded with kisses and “Mmmmmmm!” Our hands were in each others laps, rubbing and squeezing, we touched and rubbed between each other’s legs. She was very warm and I could feel dampness down there. I was no different, I opened my legs wide for her, she traced my slit and found my clitoris thru the material. I gushed again and squirmed. I humped a bit at her hand as she pushed it against me. An orgasm was forming. “Lets go upstairs” she said. In a daze, I agreed.

I followed her up the stairs, her hips were swaying as she climbed the stairs, I admired her legs, her ass, the backs of her thighs, her gait.

We went to a guest room, a smaller bed, full sized, a dresser and chair. The closet door was open, full of her clothes. “I know, I am a clothes horse” she laughed. That made me think, yeah, I have probably never seen her wear the same thing twice.

She held out her arms and I came to her, I fell into her grasp and we hugged. Our eyes met again and we kissed. Again, the only sounds in the room were our breathing and the wind outside. Her hands moved under my shirt, rubbed my back and unsnapped my bra. She lifted my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. Things began to happen fast and I took off her shirt, our bras tossed on the chair, we hugged, my hands went right to her hips and rear, and for the first time for each of us our breasts pushed together as we kissed. Then of course I found her vulva! Oh my gosh, just touching her was electric, I felt how wet she was and knowing me there was no doubt I was the same!

I dropped to one knee and unbuttoned her button, then unzipped her shorts. I pulled them over her hips and she stepped out of them. I tossed them to the chair. She was wearing pink lace panties, and she was wet from her arousal. I pulled the panties down to her ankles and for the first time I saw her beautiful vulva. She had small pouting lips, closely cropped hair and her clitoris was engorged, pink and swollen. Everything about her was exquisite, perfect.