Membership at the club was something I was looking forward to. After breaking off a five year relationship, I had eaten too many chocolate chip cookies and let myself go a bit. To help ease the strain of the breakup and get back into shape, an exercise regimen at the health club was just what I needed.
I started off by taking aerobics classes and using the weight machines, but what I really enjoyed most was swimming. When I was a girl, I was a competitive swimmer, but that was a decade ago. It felt great to get back in a pool and air it out.
What I didn t expect to happen as a result of joining the health club was that I d fall in love again especially with another woman. But that s exactly what has transpired, and I m still glowing from the loving I got last night. My new lover has an impressive repertoire of tricks and games she plays with her tongue and hands, and I am the lucky recipient. I never believed I could be this deeply under the spell of a woman, but believe me, I am.
I first met Morgan one day at the pool. Confident in my skills as a swimmer, I was doing laps in the fast lane. I wasn t so fast, though, that I could keep ahead of the huge blonde woman who hit me in the leg with her arm.
So sorry, she said. I slowed down and let her pass, and she zoomed by like a great white shark. Up until then I had never been particularly conscious of female beauty I had been exclusively into men and their brawny, hairy chests but this woman s form begged to be considered by any gender. I continued my laps, hoping to catch a glimpse of her out of the water.
I kept my eyes peeled and gave her a good once over as she climbed out of the pool. My, was she awe inspiring. Comparing her to the women around her, I realized that she had to be six feet tall. But she was not skinny. Her arms, legs and back were sculpted sinews. It seemed that every muscle she had from her feet to her neck was a taut band of iron.
Still, this marvelous specimen of physical fitness was quite clearly female. When she turned in my direction, I saw that her breasts were quite large, full and round. Her very pretty face blue eyes, small, upturned nose and pouting lips was framed by long blonde hair, which was wet and plastered to her head. I tried to picture what she would look like in an evening gown and smiled at the image.
It was then that I noticed the woman smiling back. She had caught me staring! I looked away quickly, an acknowledgement of my guilt, and when I looked back, I saw that she was laughing. She gave me a little wave and exited into the locker room. I was embarrassed and didn t want to risk running into her, so I continued to swim for another half hour or so. She was the only thing on my mind. I had never seen a woman so grand, so powerful, so I had to be honest sexy. As I drove home, the image of me and this amazon making love crept into my mind. This was a first, and initially I tried to banish the thought. But I couldn t, and after a while, I began to enjoy it. Once home and in my bed, I found myself fingering my clitoris while picturing this blonde Valkyrie supping from between my spread thighs. I came as if jolted by electricity. I was turned on!
Hoping to see her again, I began to frequent the swimming pool and I began to try to get a sense of her schedule so I could duplicate it. From a little detective work, I deduced that she spent her lunch hour there on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I did the same.
So, over the next week or two, I became a familiar face to her. I tried not to be too obvious in my staring, and I was much too shy to approach her. We simply exchanged smiles and mild hellos as we encountered each other.
Finally she took the reins. It was a Friday, and we were in the locker room after a swim. I was planning to get back into my civvies and return to my job, and later that night masturbate once again while picturing this magnificent woman perhaps this time she would fuck me from behind with a strap on dildo. My plans changed when I heard a soft voice say, Care to join me in the sauna?
I turned to face the goddess of my fantasies, who was standing before me, wearing nothing but a towel. Stammering, I blathered about having to get back to work.
Oh, well, she said, looking a little disappointed. Some other time, perhaps. Then she started on her way.
A thousand thoughts ran through my mind before I called after her. On second thought, what the hell. It is Friday afternoon, after all. They can do without me for another hour.
Her face was luminous as she smiled. As I stripped off my suit, I was conscious of her watching me, examining my body. Compared to Morgan, I felt like a runt. I m five feet tall when I stand on tiptoe, and I have dark hair and eyes. I am very curvaceous, though, and I sensed that Morgan s eyes were drinking in my plump breasts and ass.
Once I had a towel securely wrapped around me, I accompanied Morgan to the sauna. We made our introductions, and I learned that she was a recent _migr_ from Australia. I loved listening to her accent. She, too, was a former competitive swimmer which I easily believed and said she was more comfortable in the water than on land.
As we sat in the steam, our bodies glistening with sweat, I told her about my ex boyfriend and our breakup, and that I was pretty lonely lately. She sympathized, saying that part of the reason she had left Australia was to distance herself from a former lover. When she referred to her ex lover as Francesca, I froze. I must have guessed that Morgan was a lesbian, but now I was confronted with it. My heart raced. I wanted to be cool about it, but this was all so new, I was afraid I was going to act like a ninny and ruin a potential friendship.
Morgan didn t let on that she noticed any odd behavior on my part. Instead, since we were along in the sauna, she put one foot up on the bench and drew her knee to her chin. This gave me a bird s eye view of her crimson pussy lips, which were unencumbered by pubic hair.
Morgan laughed gaily when I couldn t hide my expression. No body hair on swimmers, you know. Eliminates drag. You must have done yours when you raced, didn t you?
I told her that when I raced, I didn t have any. We both laughed at that, and I felt much more at ease. Then there came a silent moment when we just looked into each other s eyes and seemed to melt. I knew then that we would make love someday.
Are you busy this weekend? Morgan asked me, breaking the trance.
I had sworn off dating since my ex boyfriend, so my weekend was a blank slate. Not at all, I said.
Join me, then, for dinner tomorrow night. We can take in a film, perhaps, or go to a club.
I agreed eagerly, and as we stood up to go back into the locker room, Morgan gently touched my shoulder. Then she leaned down to kiss me tenderly. I began to quiver. You are very, very cute, she whispered to me. I would love to eat you up.
From then until Saturday night seemed like an eternity. I picked Morgan up and we had a great time, laughing and joking and fending off the advances of bold men. Then we adjourned to her place.
Morgan lit candles and put some smoky jazz vocalist on her stereo. The tension was palpable. I was so nervous and off balance. I assumed that she d be awfully good at this once we got started, but at the same time, I d been fantasizing for so long about touching her that I was beginning to think it was going to be me who made the first move. Sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, we made idle chitchat while I was burning up with desire. Stretching and yawning like a cat, Morgan pulled off her knee length boots, which had three inch heels. When wearing them, she was taller than most men.
Then she placed her stockinged feet in my lap, wiggling her toes. I took one foot in my hands and stroked it. Mmm, that feels wonderful, she purred. Encouraged, I began to run my hands further up her legs, my fingers dancing over calves that were rock hard. My cunt began to throb.
After I had been kneading her thighs for a good while, Morgan stood, a dreamy glint in her eyes, and dropped her skirt. Then she peeled off her hose, and once again I became enraptured by her beautiful bald pussy. Finally she took off her top and bra, and her pendulous breasts swayed as she did a pirouette for me.
Morgan then headed for her bedroom, crooking a finger to indicate that I should follow. I did so like a puppy dog, eager to get my first taste of a woman. She stretched out on her bed, her long legs enabling her feet to hook over the sides of the mattress as she spread herself open for me. In a trance, I removed my clothing, my gaze riveted on her rose like pussy lips, which glistened with dew.
When I was naked, I lowered my face to her and inhaled. What an incredible smell! Shivering like mad, I stuck out my tongue and tentatively applied it to her puffy, naked labia. I was wound so tight with expectation that when she jerked a little as skin touched skin, I did too, surprised at her powerful reaction.
I m not as tough as I look, she told me. Try to be as gentle as you can.
And so, with the care of a surgeon, I used my tongue and fingers to explore this new territory. I parted her thick lips to find a shiny pink opening into which I embedded an adventurous index finger. Morgan writhed and bucked at this penetration, and I boldly added another finger to increase her pleasure. As I began finger fucking her more rapidly, I once again touched my tongue to her clitoris, and she began to bang her head against her pillow.
Oh yes, my sweet baby butch, that s so good! Morgan cried. I was enjoying myself completely, my eyes wide open and curiously examining her pussy. I found it fascinating that mine was a different shape and texture and marveled that they do, after all, come in such variety.
I flicked my tongue like a snake as I continued to saw two fingers in and out of her vagina. Suddenly Morgan s right leg swung over me and wrapped itself around my back. At the same time she grabbed hold of my head and began working her pelvis against me. For a good thirty seconds, the action became frantic as she built toward her orgasm. When it arrived, my face was flooded with tangy sauce, which I enthusiastically lapped up.
For a long while we just lay as we were, Morgan panting, her huge breasts rising and falling, as she recovered from her orgasm. I simply lay between her legs, my head resting against her ample thigh, and studied her twitching pussy. Gently I ran a fingernail along her slit, making her wince with desire too intense to bear. Then this beautiful Goliath sat up and cradled me in her arms. Now I m going to give you a licking you ll never forget, she promised.
Skittish with excitement, I lay back and tried to relax, getting ready for the most erotic experience of my life. Morgan began by nibbling and sucking on my toes, which I thought was a rather novel approach. It was very ticklish stuff, but I fought the urge to make her stop and realized that it was also a terrific turn on. When she had covered every bit of my feet with her tongue, Morgan then kissed her way up my legs. Bypassing my cunt, which was completely drenched with my lust, she rolled me over to kiss and lick my ass. As she parted my cheeks so she could lightly tongue my crack, I cried out, my voice full of desire. It felt as if a million volts of electricity were pouring through my bloodstream. I was on fire!
Turning me face up again, Morgan proceeded to make rhapsodic love to my breasts. I have sensitive nipples, so when she expertly rolled them around in her mouth and bit softly, I saw skyrockets. As she sucked me, her dexterous hands danced lightly all over the flesh of my breasts, my stomach and my thighs, but only cursorily touched my hungry pussy. My hips bucked, as if I were inviting some imaginary invader to penetrate me, to fill me to the brim. I wanted her tongue in the worst way.
Morgan had already brought me to the edge of orgasm. My nipples were as hard as pebbles and goose bumps lined my areolas. I ran my fingers through Morgan s golden tresses, my eyes focused vaguely on the ceiling fixtures, my toes digging into the sheets, amazed at the good bit of fortune I d stumbled onto by taking up swimming again.
Finally Morgan devoted herself to my sex. She ran her fingers through my thick patch of black fuzz. You seem a mite obsessed with my hairless cunny, she said. Would you like to feel the same way?
I would have done anything she suggested at that point. She returned from her bathroom with some small scissors, a razor, a towel, a bowl of water and some shaving cream. Before she began, though, I told her that I had to come first or I would burst into a thousand pieces. Smiling broadly, she lowered her mouth to my trembling pink slit and lapped at me vigorously. It didn t take me long, as I had been on the precipice for about an hour. With her tongue on my clitoris, her fingers shoved up inside me, and her thumb in my asshole, I came, my world turning into a spinning, whirling wonderland of emotions.
After I calmed down, she set about shaving me. I got revved up all over again, and once she had sheared the last of my pubic hair I begged her to eat me.
First we take a bath, she announced, and I followed her into her bathroom. She filled the tub with hot, sudsy water, and we relaxed together, me reclining between her legs with my head against her chest. Her long arms circled my waist, a bar of almond scented soap sliding across my stomach and between my breasts. Morgan kept me on the edge by occasionally snaking a finger into my slick opening. I reciprocated by rubbing my ass against the arch of her cunt.
After our bath we toweled each other dry and Morgan led me by the hand back to her bed. I lay down, instinctively pulling my legs up and apart, brazenly displaying my newly shaven cunt for her approval. Morgan strode like a panther to her dresser across the room. From a drawer she pulled out an apparatus I had dreamed about: a strap on dildo, with an impressive looking phallus a little pinker than she was. I watched her attach it brusquely to herself and when she turned to me, I was rather overwhelmed. Here was this majestic woman, with her long blonde hair, her figure that of an Olympian and this large projectile jutting from between her legs.
Since you seem to like cock so much, I thought I d introduce you to my little friend, she said huskily as the thing shifted rather obscenely in front of her. I was dizzy with anticipation. First, I hope you don t mind if I tie your hands to the bedposts. Producing two scarves from another drawer, Morgan did just that. Then she loomed over me, kissing my shoulders and throat. Supporting her weight on one elbow, she lowered herself on top of me, and the dildo in her fist prodded inside me with jarring ease.
Morgan s cock sank into me as if I were quicksand, and for a moment, she just rested there. Then she began to pump in and out, picking up speed as she went along. Before long she was slamming into me, and I was speechless with ecstasy, able to communicate only with small grunts. From the look on her face, Morgan s apparatus was working charms on her also, for she appeared to be as near an orgasm as I was.
Soon we were rocking the bed with old fashioned fucking. Then, miracle of miracles, we came together, Morgan lifting her head and crying out as I sobbed with the effects of my climax. Morgan then untied me and I clung to her, shaking uncontrollably. After this powerful evening of lovemaking, I felt that I had known her all my life. She just gently stroked my hair and smiled.
Morgan and I are very much in love. Every once in a while, I ll see an attractive man and get that familiar itch, but for now I m not interested. I don t know if I m technically a bisexual, for other women don t interest me only Morgan does. I can t be bothered with labels and categories, though. Not when I have a tall, blonde lover who makes me very happy and very satisfied.