The Softest Lips - An Erotic Story

When Melanie walked into the office that Friday, I was completely unprepared for the lustful reaction I would have.  While I had dabbled in lesbian play in college, it had been a few years since I had felt the unmistakable tingle when looking at another woman.  Melanie was a stunning brunette with green eyes, nicely tanned skin, very ample breasts, and a body that looked like she lived in a Pilates studio.  Her soft, brown hair fell past her shoulders in large, fluffy curls and, as she brushed her hair aside, I could see the hint of a tattoo on her shoulder.  Her dark blue blouse was open just enough to catch the delicate space between her cleavage, and I felt myself becoming very aroused. I was in mid-fantasy about unbuttoning that blouse when our office manager, Tina, interrupted, “Hey, Trish, you wanna show Melanie around the office and get her settled for me?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” I stuttered without any elegance whatsoever,

“Hi, I am Trish,” I held out my hand to her, watching her bend forward to grab it.

“It is very nice to meet you, Trish,” she purred.  No, seriously, she purred.  Her voice was seductive and raspy and I could imagine it saying any number of naughty things to me.

     After showing Melanie all around the office, and trying my hardest to determine if she was single and what side of the sexual playground she frequented, she asked where the restrooms were, so I accompanied her.  Afterall, nothing weird about women going to the restroom together. We both entered a stall and made polite chit-chat about the office and the work being done; we both washed our hands and were straightening our clothes when she did the most seductive thing I have ever seen – she put on lip gloss!  She pushed out her gorgeous lips in a seductive pout and adorned them with a light pink gloss. At that moment I wanted to grab her, kiss her, smear that lip gloss all over her face. She had the softest, plumpest looking lips I had ever seen on a woman. I made a much too quiet comment about the pretty shade of gloss and she responded, “Why thank you gorgeous, I stole it from my ex-girlfriend, looks better on me anyway!”  Then she winked and left the bathroom.

Was that a sign?  Was she hinting to me that she was single AND into girls?  Hey, wait, she called me “gorgeous” so that has got to be something, right?   

The rest of my day was unproductive, as my curiosity, not to mention my very active fantasy life, were deterring my progress.  At the end of the day Tina came by to announce that we were all going to the local bar to celebrate month’s end sales goals. Immediately I blurted out,

“Is Melanie coming?” much too hastily and, yes, eagerly.  
“I believe she is,” Tina responded, “see you there!”

   When I arrived at the local bar I earnestly scanned around for our group, and before I could even start to walk over, I felt a hand on the small of my back.  I looked cautiously behind me, and there was Melanie, “We meet again, it must be kismet,” she purred.  
Damn her and that purring voice.  I was wet already.

“Hey, glad you made it,” I casually replied, “would you like to go get a drink?”

“Yes, definitely, I could go for a dirty martini,” she responded, walking toward the bar.  Every man in that bar watched her sexily saunter toward the bartender, who was only too eager to take our drink orders.  

     After many hours of drinking, laughing, gossiping and dancing, our little office soiree came to an end and I found myself outside the bar, trying desperately not to grab her and kiss her beautiful, pouty, soft-looking lips.  Awkwardly stuttering that I would see her on Monday, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Oh? I thought that we were hitting off. I assumed you were going to ask me to come over to your place for some between the sheets action.  My mistake!”

“Oh..um – no, um, mistake at all, I am on the same page,” I responded.  I don’t know if it was the alcohol, Melanie’s forceful request to follow me home, or the extreme wetness gathering between my legs, but I reached over, took a handful of her incredibly soft hair, pulled her to me and kissed those lips!  Her tongue darted eagerly into my mouth, and then backed up, teasingly. She bit my lower lip, and I leaned by head back with an, “mmmm” and a “let’s go now.” I wanted her in my house, my bed, naked. I wanted to touch every inch of her body.  Every, single, inch.

     Once inside the safe and private confines of my apartment, Melanie turned up the heat, and I was prepared to jump into the fire.  She walked a few steps into the room, turned to look at me, said, “Nice place,” and unzipped her short pencil skirt, letting it fall to the ground.  Her blouse followed. She stood before me a stunning example of femininity. Her breasts were absolutely plump and beautiful, filling up her deep purple balconette bra and spilling out deliciously.  Her taut abdomen revealed two surprises: a colorful phoenix tattoo that adorned her entire right rib cage and stomach, the tail dipping ever so slightly down her matching panties, and a pierced navel.  A tiny, jeweled ornament dangled temptingly over her navel. Her naked legs were tanned and tight and I could not wait to get between them. She stood there, staring back at me, raising an eyebrow with a suggestive, “Well, your turn.”

     I began to strip down as well, walking slowly toward her as I did. I was rather proud of my body too and was not the least bit shy or inhibited.  I peeled off my sweater, revealing my milky, white 42DD breasts that filled up my bra every bit as nicely as hers. Then stopped to lower my dress pants, revealing my matching lace thong and my toned stomach, plump buttocks, curvy figure, and porcelain-white skin.  Stopping just short of her, we stood there, locking eyes as we both slowly, seductively, purposely moved our arms to our backs, unsnapped our bras and let them fall to the floor. Her breasts were magnificent! Full, round, delicious nipples that beckoned to me to touch and suck them.  I took the final step and closed the gap between us. We leaned in and began kissing. Slow, seductive, tongue-licking kisses. Tiny nibbles on each other’s tongues and lips. Moans of pleasure coming from us both as our hands found each other’s nipples.  

“Oh…just…like…ummmm…..mmmm….that,” she moaned as I twisted her nipple ever so gently between my fingers. 
I pushed her hands off my breasts, as I wanted to play with her and allow her to enjoy it. I pushed her gently on to my living room chair, straddled her, lowering my mouth to her beautiful breasts.  I suckled her nipples one, then the other, taking short breaks to taste those pouty lips. I began grinding my hips against her, as her hands pulled me closer to her, her nails scratching my shoulders and digging into my ass with heat!

“Bedroom, now,” I commanded.  I pulled her up off the chair, took her hand and walked her to the bedroom.  Before I could push her to the bed she turned me around swiftly, pushed me onto the bed and stood there, looking at me.  

“Spread your legs,” she purred.  Damn purring.  I spread them.
“Run your hands between your legs, I want to see how wet you are.” I did as told, showing her my wet fingers.  I was so excited I could have cum right then with the anticipation.

“From the moment I saw you I wanted to have you in this position,” she whispered, “and now I am going to have what I really want, your juices in my mouth.”

Slowly she crawled on to the bed, pushing my legs together, grabbing my panties and removing them.  Running her hands up my legs from knees, to thighs she slowly pushed my legs wide apart and crawled between them.  I was panting and writhing I was so excited. I wanted her tongue on me and I wanted it now.

     She hovered above me, looking at me, her face just mere inches from my shaven pussy.  She took her hand and ran her finger slowly, slowly up between my wet slit. Then took it, placed it between those perfect, pouty lips and sucked my juices right off of it. 

 Oh God, this woman was driving me insane!  

She lowered her body between my thighs, nuzzled her face close to my wetness and began teasing me ever so slowly.  I reached down and grabbed her hair, thrusting my hips up to meet her tongue. She was slow, deliberate – teasing me mercilessly.  She could sense my build-up and right before I was sure to orgasm, she would pull back. Running that tongue around my clit, then down my slit, pulling my soaking wet pussy lips into her warm, wet mouth.  Around and around she went, from one erotic zone to another. I was writhing and squirming beneath her expert tongue and then she did it. She reached up, grabbed a nipple and tweaked it while concentrating heavily on my clit and I couldn’t hold back any longer!

“Oh…my…fucking…God….I…am cummming…….” I yelled while grabbing her head and pulling her into me.  This vixen was not going to stop again, I was cumming!

As I came down from my tremendous orgasm, she lay between my legs, kissing my thighs, and running her finger up and down between my pussy lips.

“Your clit is huge! I want to suck it again,” she laughed, as I put my hand over my tender and sensitive clit.
“Move your hand,” she commanded, “move it and I will make you cum again!”

I did as she asked, spreading my legs.  Melanie slowly took her fingertip and rubbed my clit in tiny little circles.  Barely touching it, but it felt electric! She rubbed slowly, intentionally, lightly.  Then increased the pressure a bit. Soon I felt her fingers entering me. First one, then maybe two and then for sure at least three.  I was opening my legs so far, holding them brazenly open for her. Her tongue replaced her fingertip and her fingers thrust inside me slowly teasing me and the faster she went, the closer I came and soon I was pulling my legs back, “ Fuck, keep fucking me like that,” I grunted, “Oh God…again…Oh my FUCK!” and she had me cumming again, squeezing my pussy on her fingers, my wetness covering her face, my legs spread shamelessly apart, enjoying every sensation as it washed over my body.

     Melanie rolled over onto her back, her breasts falling delightfully to the sides just a bit, looking quite satisfied with herself.  I rolled over to face her, thinking about how beautiful and how sexy she was. I wanted to give her the same pleasure she gave me. I rolled on top of her, straddling her with my naked, wet, pleasured pussy over her hips.  I bent down and kissed her deeply, tasting my wonderful juices all over her soft, pouty lips. God, I loved those lips!

     I moved down between her legs, pulling off her panties to reveal a mostly shaven pussy. A tiny patch of soft, brown pubic hair lay above her mound, the rest was nicely shaven.  I lay up next to her, taking her head in my hands and kissed her. She eagerly turned to me, and as we kissed passionately, I let my hands run down her neck, down between her breasts, then back up to cup one gently.  I squeezed her right breast gently, rolling the nipple gently between my fingertips, caressing her nipple as we kissed. Then my mouth reluctantly left hers, slowly moving down her body to her breast. I suckled her nipple in my mouth, letting my tongue tease her, while my hand snaked down between her legs.  Searching out her wetness.

     To my delight as I did so her legs opened wide for me. Her clit was hard and throbbing and responded to my finger’s teasing.  She started moaning, and arching her back, thrusting her hips toward me. I inserted one finger easily into her wet pussy, feeling her very engorged G-Spot, and noticing how it throbbed under the pressure.  
“Oh….that…oh right there….” She moaned.  

That is all the encouragement I needed.  I put in another finger, feeling her walls close around me.  Her tightness inviting me to continue my pleasure-seeking thrusts.  I lowered my head down to her stomach, then her mound. I took some of that soft pussy hair into my mouth, enjoying her scent.  She pushed my head playfully down and continued to moan in pleasure. I moved myself down between her legs, never stopping my fingering motion.  Her clit was stiff and ready – so I took my tongue and began teasing it. Little laps and taps of attention, circling it while slowly continuing my fingering, she started gyrating and then pulled her legs back, holding herself open behind her knees.  I started to suck her clit into my mouth, and inserted a third finger into her pussy, matching the rhythm. I started feeling her pussy contracting around my fingers, her breathing was getting shallow, and she was moaning and squirming.

“Trish…don’t stop..I am…oh my God..get…ready…I am going to cover your fa ------”

Before she could finish a gush of warm liquid started shooting out of her, all over my face, the bed, my back.  She continued to shudder and the more I licked and fingered, the more she shook and came! She kept gasping, “No, don’t stop…please…” and I didn’t.  I made her cum countless times, the squirting orgasm happening about every third orgasm, until she finally went literally limp underneath me. I slowly removed my fingers and sat up, looking at the beautiful mess we had made on the bed.

     I moved myself up by her and held her as she panted.  She was speechless and I was in shock. I had never been with a squirter before and it was extraordinarily HOT.  The fact that she could not stop orgasming was a tremendous turn on! I propped myself up on my elbow and stared at her.  She finally looked at me and purred, “Gimme a minute and I will try to make you squirt too!” Damn purring.  Between the pouty lips and the purring voice, I would do anything this woman wanted.  Anything.