Girl, young woman, woman...
This story happened to me when I was n. I couldn't write it myself, so I asked a friend.
I grew up in a Georgian family with strict upbringing rules. My parents noticed that I was already becoming an adult and starting to look at boys, and they tried to shield me from communicating with them. If only they knew what all this would lead to!!!
Sex... thoughts of it occupied me all the time. Secretly viewed magazines or movies stirred my imagination. Between my legs would become hot and wet, my breasts would swell, and my whole young body demanded release. In such moments, immersed in my fantasies, I began to explore my body.
Over time, I learned to give myself pleasure. Locking myself in my room, stretching out on my girly bed with soft toys, my fingers would travel over the sweet folds that no one else's hands had yet touched. Did I experience orgasm??? I didn't yet know what it was, but I really wanted to experience it... experience it for real!Once, at the dacha, lying under a blooming grapevine, I heard moans coming from the window. On tiptoe, I crept up to it, and what I saw I will remember forever. My aunt, always modest and quiet, was making love with her husband. He was lying on the bed, eyes closed, she was on top... her full breasts hung over him, touching his lips. With the tip of his tongue, he licked her swollen nipples, she moaned and bit her lower lip in pleasure, her cheeks were burning.
I froze; everything inside me would clench, then try to burst out. Heat was replaced by cold. Sweat poured in streams, my panties became completely soaked. My aunt... how beautiful she was at the moment of orgasm!!! I desired her specifically; I wasn't interested in the male body. There was only one desire: to caress her and watch her moan with pleasure and to experience something similar myself.
What I saw haunted my dreams at night; I developed a fever, and when my aunt brought me fragrant tea in bed, I would press against her, against her full breasts, and dream of stopping those moments forever!
And then, I'm fifteen, my aunt, her husband, and I go to a seaside resort. We settled in different rooms. I shared a room with a young, beautiful woman. I had never met anyone so well-groomed and beautiful. In the room, she walked around in a transparent robe, with long, loose hair. A mysterious smile always played on her face. And what a figure she had!!! When we went out to the beach or for an evening walk, all the men would turn to look at her. This amused her; she would flirt, laugh, and discussing the day with me, lying in the same bed, she would talk for a long time about how men are primitive and cannot give a woman what she wants, because only a woman understands a woman, and one shouldn't waste time on these primitive creatures in pants. With half-closed eyes, she would tell me how she admired the female body, what heights of bliss one could reach with gentle touches of lips and hands. Listening to all this, I imagined myself in that role, but I tried to restrain myself, and only when immersed in a fragrant bath would I give free rein to my imagination. I couldn't help but notice how she looked at me, how I would blush from her accidental touches. She was waiting for me to mature to intimacy on my own. On a warm evening, we were standing on the balcony of our room, her closeness was exciting... As always, in her quiet, pleasant voice, she was telling me something... and suddenly, we saw how in the thick foliage, in the light of the stars and the bright moon, right under our balcony, a young couple was making love. The guy was kissing the girl, slowly removing her clothes. Then, laying her on the young grass, he first gently, then more and more passionately, possessed her. She moaned with pleasure.
We stood as if spellbound; the excitement transferred to us. The hands of my adult friend caressed my breasts, my thighs; our clothes slid to the floor. Falling onto the bed, spreading my legs wide, I reveled in the hot touch of her tongue. I learned what orgasm was, what a miracle it was; I rocked on its waves, now sinking to the bottom, now surfacing to gulp sweet air, IT WAS WONDERFUL!!!
WOMEN — they are deities created for love!!!
The story was written with the help of Lena. Write to mаri_cеrеtеli@mаil.ru