Betsy
Life had been really boring lately. Work was a chore, my sex life was dull and I needed something to spice up my life! Little did I realize that a 2 day conference for work would do the trick!
I am 5â8â, thin with small breasts but legs to die for. I have been exclusively with women for many years but my sex life lately has been thin, largely because of work. I had a couple of casual relationships but nothing seemed promising long-term.
I had been invited to give a speech at a prominent two day conference in Chicago and included a room at the hotel hosting the conference. It involved a great deal of work in research for the speech; not only did I have to prepare a speech but also needed to provide supporting materials to qualify for continuing education credits. Fortunately, one of my best associates, Betsy, volunteered to help and we were done with everything ahead of time. My department head, who likes Betsy and is preening her for advancement, suggested that I take her along.
My heart skipped a beat. I have loved working with Betsy and have come to like her personally as well as professionally. On top of that, she is tall and thin like me and a statuesque beauty. The thought of spending two days mostly alone with her was an attractive idea. I called Betsy to my office and told her of the chance for her to attend the conference. She could not contain her excitement; it was her first chance to attend one of these things and it would be a good chance for her to meet other lawyers in our field. She came over and gave me a tight hug of thanks and whispered that she couldnât wait to spend some time with me.
The next afternoon, Betsy and I took a car to the airport. There was a lot of traffic and the ride took more than an hour. Betsy was so excited to be going she talked about our speech the entire way. While her dedication was touching, I reached for her arm to calm her down. She reached for my hand and apologized.
When we arrived at the hotelâs reception we were checked in and given our room key â for a single room. I asked why we had not been given separate rooms and was told that Betsy had been added too late; the hotel was booked full, and they had no spare rooms available. I began to complain, but Betsy reached for my arm and said it was no big deal, we would make do and asked that I not make a fuss.
Betsy and I made our way to the room. Our flight arrived late and I was dead tired. Knowing the conference started early in the morning, my speech was scheduled for 10:00 am, so I could sleep late, but I desperately wanted a shower and a good nightâs sleep. The room was really nice and spacious but one huge problem, it did not have twin beds it had a king-size! I immediately telephoned reception to complain, the receptionist apologized profusely but said that there was nothing she could do. I relayed this information to Betsy and she just said she didnât mind and that we could just share! So as I had no choice I had to button it. I volunteered to shower first, so I went to the bathroom and had a relaxing shower. I had only brought a skimpy nightie so I decided to sleep in my panties, but there was nothing I could do about my breasts, which were clearly visible. Plus, the idea of sleeping with Betsy was beginning to arouse me and my nipples made it obvious.
Betsy disappeared into the bathroom and I made myself comfortable on the bed reading a book. I heard her phone ring and went to answer it as it lay on the bedside table. It was Greg, her boyfriend, so I knocked on the door and passed the phone through to her and returned to the bed to read. I could hear Betsyâs raised voice in the bathroom and then all fell silent and I heard the water come on in the shower.
After some time Betsy came out of the bathroom wearing a rather skimpy top and matching panties. Her outfit left even less to the imagination and she mumbled an apology saying she expected separate rooms too. She also looked very red eyed and rather than face a confrontation I replied not to worry; we were both girls so it didnât matter.
She lay on the bed next to me and I continued to be engrossed in my book but kept getting distracted by her sniffling. Finally, I put my book down and asked her what was wrong. She turned to face me in tears and said sheâd had a fight with her boyfriend and he dumped her. She was so upset, I felt awful about thinking how irritating she had been on the drive down and suggested she might want a cuddle. She rolled next to me under my arm, and I put my arm around her and d****d it down her back.
She lay next to me with her head by my armpit but the way she was positioned, her face and nose were very close to my nipple. She was crying so hard that I gently stroked her back to try and calm her. I quietly tried to reassure her that it wasnât the end of the world: I told her that she was gorgeous, smart and had a great future ahead and promised her she wouldnât be alone for long. I tried to give her a reassuring hug and she put her other arm across my chest with her hand ending up on my other breast.
Eventually her tears subsided, and she started to talk quietly about wanting to be loved and was coming to the conclusion that guys just could not understand her devotion to her work and maybe she should rethink things. The more she talked the more her mouth or nose moved against my nipple and try as I could, I could not stop my nipples becoming hard. I became so distracted by it that I didnât realize she was stroking my other breast with her other hand.
I was finding it extremely difficult not to become further aroused by her attention to my breasts. By now my nipples had become very hard and erect â surely, she must sense my arousal as one nipple was practically in her mouth; I could feel her hot breath on it as she spoke (and it didnât help calm my arousal)! I could feel my pussy making its own juices and my panties were becoming wetter and wetter. I was thankful that I had kept my panties on, but I kept trying to tighten my thigh muscles in a futile attempt to calm my feelings. I could feel my arousal beginning to take hold and I began to wonder what I would do.
Then, I realized that Betsy was actually caressing my breasts, her hand was stroking one breast through the silky fabric and gently tweaking my already aching nipples and the other was being kissed and licked through the fabric. I tried to close my eyes and close out the feelings coursing through my body, but I could not, I was so turned on I was practically beside myself. I had not realized that the material of her nightdress had ridden up her back and I was stroking her soft skin without giving it a thought!
Her hand stopped stroking my breast and drifted down towards my navel, skimming over the silky fabric until her hand lay on my pubic bone. âIs this okay?â she whispered. I was helpless to do anything buy nod in weak assent. Actually, I had imagined us together for months. She stroked my mound letting her fingernails lightly scratch my mound and trimmed bush. Betsy was still playing with one of my breasts while she began nibbling on my other nipple, sucking it between her teeth. Her hand slowly slipped over my mound and found my pussy. I could feel her fingers rubbing my lips underneath the fabric of my panties and her fingers slid up and down my slit, pressing the fabric between them. The friction became too much; I was so turned on by the whole thing, I couldnât help but open my legs to allow her further access. She put her hand between my legs and rubbed my clit through the material, there was no way she would not realize that I was turned on because my panties were slick with my juices.
Her hand came back up to the waistband of my panties and slid underneath, her touch against my skin sent shivers down my spine as her hand stroked my pussy lips. With a light pressure she pushed her fingers in and opened my lips and started to stroke my clit. It was all I could do to not come on the spot; there I was with a young associateâs hand on my clit, massaging it in its wetness. A voice in the recesses of my brain screamed âWhat are you doing?â I shivered as I realized how this must look. I whispered to Betsy âAre you sure you want to do this?â Betsy sunk two fingers deep inside me and I had my answer.
Truthfully, I wanted the same thing. I gave in to my arousal and untied my nightie and pushed it open to expose my breasts to Betsy. She looked up at me and whispered âAre you sure youâre okay?â I turned to her, and our mouths met in a long deep kiss as shivers ran down my spine. Betsy pulled from our kiss and started to lick my nipple, she drew it into her mouth rolling its bud with her teeth and tongue. At the same time, she started to rub my clit back and forth quite quickly and I realized that I would not be able to stop the orgasm that was coming hard. Her hand moved vigorously underneath my panties as she rubbed my clit faster and faster as I raised my hips to put even more pressure on my clit. My legs tensed and I felt the first wave of orgasm creep through me, she continued to massage my clit softly as my orgasm subsided and my breathing slowed down.
She sat up on the bed and peeled her top off to reveal a very petite figure with tiny breasts. I reached up and touched their hard little buds and pinched each one between my fingers. She sighed softly and arched her back trying to push her tits forward. She reached out and started to pull my panties off; I raised my hips to help her remove them. As I knelt on the bed, she put her hand between my legs and rubbed some of my juices onto her fingers, then she brought them up to her breasts and smeared my juices and cum over both her tits. Then Betsy asked me to lick it off.
I did not hesitate, the opportunity to lick another womanâs breasts and taste my own juices fed my lust. I sucked and nuzzled her tits slowly and sensuously. When I could taste no more juices I started to kiss and suck her nipples and she gently held my head and looked down to watch me sucking her. I felt around with my hands and found the mound of her snatch. I rubbed my hand between her legs against the fabric of her panties and realized she was also very wet. I grasped the front of her panties and pulled, tightening the material against her lips so it slid between them pulling them inside. I moved the fabric of her panties so that her panties would chafe against her clit. She moaned through a mouthful of nipple and bit down hard on it.
I took the waistband of her panties and began to ease them down her legs and off. Betsy pulled her top over her head and was naked. I took her hands and led her on top of me, guiding her up until her crotch was above my face. She kneeled with her legs either side of my neck and lowered her pussy down to my lips. I gave a soft moan of lust at the sight of her lips, just visible through her blonde curls, a small stream of white milky juices coated her pussy and oozed from her slit. She knelt a bit wider to open herself more to me. I stuck out my tongue and licked her juices to taste her. Her sex smelled musky, and the sweetness of her juices was intoxicating. My tongue worked across her slit, up and down, while my hands held her hips. She leaned forward to hold onto the headboard and watched me intently. The vision of the lust in her face and her pert tits with erect nipples jiggling as I worked over her slit had my pussy juices flowing. The eroticism of our lovemaking was so intense my skin just tingled all over. I started to tongue her clit, rubbing back and forth, gripping her button between my teeth and biting on it gently. Betsy ground her pussy against my lips, moaning that she wanted me to make her come.
I eased her back whispering that she should lie down on the bed on her back. After she did, I spread her legs softly gasped as Betsyâs pussy opened to show her pink inner lips. I slowly kissed my way up her thighs; Betsy impatiently reached and pulled my head to her pussy. She moaned again begging me to make her come, saying I needed to finger her too. I slid a finger between her lips and gently pushed it in, her pussy felt tight but very wet, I slipped my finger in as deep as I could and massaged her pussy walls as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her moans increased saying she wanted more, so I slipped two then three fingers inside her, working them in and out, my hand and fingers were soaked in her juices, and I could hear her wetness. She started to moan louder so I clamped my mouth on her clit and sucked it between my teeth. Betsyâs hips began to thrash as she started to cum, her body curled up towards me as she tried to press her pussy further down on my hand. I could see her stomach muscles spasming as her orgasm tore through her; her pussy walls clamped on my pumping fingers. I withdrew my fingers and brought them to her mouth, and she sensuously licked her juices from my hand.
As Betsy came off her orgasm, I kissed my way up her body. I kissed her tiny breasts as I slipped one of her legs between mine. I wanted to come again, and began to rub my pussy against her thigh. Betsy raised her thigh so that I could press harder against it. I found her mouth and kissed her, our tongues dancing with each other. âDo you want to come all over my leg?â she whispered. It was such an erotic question it sent tingles through me. Betsy began to raise and lower her hips, fucking me with her thigh. I began kissing and biting Betsyâs neck as I felt my juices slicken her thigh. I stifled a scream as I exploded in an intense orgasm; I could feel my pussy soak Betsyâs thigh. I had never had such a wet orgasm.
Betsy moved slightly on the bed so that she could sit scissor-like with her pussy hard against mine. She started to slowly grind against my clit. Each time her clit pressed against mine, intensely erotic sensations screeched through my body. I had never felt anything so nakedly erotic. I began to grind back. Soon, we were both so wet; we moved faster against one another we would hear our twats slapping against each other in the mushy wetness. We grasped each otherâs knees, rubbing our clits against each other until we came in a shuddering mess.
Betsy moved away and kneeled in front of me and started to lick both our juices off my pussy. She looked up at me and smiled. âThis was so much better than I had dreamed.â
I am 5â8â, thin with small breasts but legs to die for. I have been exclusively with women for many years but my sex life lately has been thin, largely because of work. I had a couple of casual relationships but nothing seemed promising long-term.
I had been invited to give a speech at a prominent two day conference in Chicago and included a room at the hotel hosting the conference. It involved a great deal of work in research for the speech; not only did I have to prepare a speech but also needed to provide supporting materials to qualify for continuing education credits. Fortunately, one of my best associates, Betsy, volunteered to help and we were done with everything ahead of time. My department head, who likes Betsy and is preening her for advancement, suggested that I take her along.
My heart skipped a beat. I have loved working with Betsy and have come to like her personally as well as professionally. On top of that, she is tall and thin like me and a statuesque beauty. The thought of spending two days mostly alone with her was an attractive idea. I called Betsy to my office and told her of the chance for her to attend the conference. She could not contain her excitement; it was her first chance to attend one of these things and it would be a good chance for her to meet other lawyers in our field. She came over and gave me a tight hug of thanks and whispered that she couldnât wait to spend some time with me.
The next afternoon, Betsy and I took a car to the airport. There was a lot of traffic and the ride took more than an hour. Betsy was so excited to be going she talked about our speech the entire way. While her dedication was touching, I reached for her arm to calm her down. She reached for my hand and apologized.
When we arrived at the hotelâs reception we were checked in and given our room key â for a single room. I asked why we had not been given separate rooms and was told that Betsy had been added too late; the hotel was booked full, and they had no spare rooms available. I began to complain, but Betsy reached for my arm and said it was no big deal, we would make do and asked that I not make a fuss.
Betsy and I made our way to the room. Our flight arrived late and I was dead tired. Knowing the conference started early in the morning, my speech was scheduled for 10:00 am, so I could sleep late, but I desperately wanted a shower and a good nightâs sleep. The room was really nice and spacious but one huge problem, it did not have twin beds it had a king-size! I immediately telephoned reception to complain, the receptionist apologized profusely but said that there was nothing she could do. I relayed this information to Betsy and she just said she didnât mind and that we could just share! So as I had no choice I had to button it. I volunteered to shower first, so I went to the bathroom and had a relaxing shower. I had only brought a skimpy nightie so I decided to sleep in my panties, but there was nothing I could do about my breasts, which were clearly visible. Plus, the idea of sleeping with Betsy was beginning to arouse me and my nipples made it obvious.
Betsy disappeared into the bathroom and I made myself comfortable on the bed reading a book. I heard her phone ring and went to answer it as it lay on the bedside table. It was Greg, her boyfriend, so I knocked on the door and passed the phone through to her and returned to the bed to read. I could hear Betsyâs raised voice in the bathroom and then all fell silent and I heard the water come on in the shower.
After some time Betsy came out of the bathroom wearing a rather skimpy top and matching panties. Her outfit left even less to the imagination and she mumbled an apology saying she expected separate rooms too. She also looked very red eyed and rather than face a confrontation I replied not to worry; we were both girls so it didnât matter.
She lay on the bed next to me and I continued to be engrossed in my book but kept getting distracted by her sniffling. Finally, I put my book down and asked her what was wrong. She turned to face me in tears and said sheâd had a fight with her boyfriend and he dumped her. She was so upset, I felt awful about thinking how irritating she had been on the drive down and suggested she might want a cuddle. She rolled next to me under my arm, and I put my arm around her and d****d it down her back.
She lay next to me with her head by my armpit but the way she was positioned, her face and nose were very close to my nipple. She was crying so hard that I gently stroked her back to try and calm her. I quietly tried to reassure her that it wasnât the end of the world: I told her that she was gorgeous, smart and had a great future ahead and promised her she wouldnât be alone for long. I tried to give her a reassuring hug and she put her other arm across my chest with her hand ending up on my other breast.
Eventually her tears subsided, and she started to talk quietly about wanting to be loved and was coming to the conclusion that guys just could not understand her devotion to her work and maybe she should rethink things. The more she talked the more her mouth or nose moved against my nipple and try as I could, I could not stop my nipples becoming hard. I became so distracted by it that I didnât realize she was stroking my other breast with her other hand.
I was finding it extremely difficult not to become further aroused by her attention to my breasts. By now my nipples had become very hard and erect â surely, she must sense my arousal as one nipple was practically in her mouth; I could feel her hot breath on it as she spoke (and it didnât help calm my arousal)! I could feel my pussy making its own juices and my panties were becoming wetter and wetter. I was thankful that I had kept my panties on, but I kept trying to tighten my thigh muscles in a futile attempt to calm my feelings. I could feel my arousal beginning to take hold and I began to wonder what I would do.
Then, I realized that Betsy was actually caressing my breasts, her hand was stroking one breast through the silky fabric and gently tweaking my already aching nipples and the other was being kissed and licked through the fabric. I tried to close my eyes and close out the feelings coursing through my body, but I could not, I was so turned on I was practically beside myself. I had not realized that the material of her nightdress had ridden up her back and I was stroking her soft skin without giving it a thought!
Her hand stopped stroking my breast and drifted down towards my navel, skimming over the silky fabric until her hand lay on my pubic bone. âIs this okay?â she whispered. I was helpless to do anything buy nod in weak assent. Actually, I had imagined us together for months. She stroked my mound letting her fingernails lightly scratch my mound and trimmed bush. Betsy was still playing with one of my breasts while she began nibbling on my other nipple, sucking it between her teeth. Her hand slowly slipped over my mound and found my pussy. I could feel her fingers rubbing my lips underneath the fabric of my panties and her fingers slid up and down my slit, pressing the fabric between them. The friction became too much; I was so turned on by the whole thing, I couldnât help but open my legs to allow her further access. She put her hand between my legs and rubbed my clit through the material, there was no way she would not realize that I was turned on because my panties were slick with my juices.
Her hand came back up to the waistband of my panties and slid underneath, her touch against my skin sent shivers down my spine as her hand stroked my pussy lips. With a light pressure she pushed her fingers in and opened my lips and started to stroke my clit. It was all I could do to not come on the spot; there I was with a young associateâs hand on my clit, massaging it in its wetness. A voice in the recesses of my brain screamed âWhat are you doing?â I shivered as I realized how this must look. I whispered to Betsy âAre you sure you want to do this?â Betsy sunk two fingers deep inside me and I had my answer.
Truthfully, I wanted the same thing. I gave in to my arousal and untied my nightie and pushed it open to expose my breasts to Betsy. She looked up at me and whispered âAre you sure youâre okay?â I turned to her, and our mouths met in a long deep kiss as shivers ran down my spine. Betsy pulled from our kiss and started to lick my nipple, she drew it into her mouth rolling its bud with her teeth and tongue. At the same time, she started to rub my clit back and forth quite quickly and I realized that I would not be able to stop the orgasm that was coming hard. Her hand moved vigorously underneath my panties as she rubbed my clit faster and faster as I raised my hips to put even more pressure on my clit. My legs tensed and I felt the first wave of orgasm creep through me, she continued to massage my clit softly as my orgasm subsided and my breathing slowed down.
She sat up on the bed and peeled her top off to reveal a very petite figure with tiny breasts. I reached up and touched their hard little buds and pinched each one between my fingers. She sighed softly and arched her back trying to push her tits forward. She reached out and started to pull my panties off; I raised my hips to help her remove them. As I knelt on the bed, she put her hand between my legs and rubbed some of my juices onto her fingers, then she brought them up to her breasts and smeared my juices and cum over both her tits. Then Betsy asked me to lick it off.
I did not hesitate, the opportunity to lick another womanâs breasts and taste my own juices fed my lust. I sucked and nuzzled her tits slowly and sensuously. When I could taste no more juices I started to kiss and suck her nipples and she gently held my head and looked down to watch me sucking her. I felt around with my hands and found the mound of her snatch. I rubbed my hand between her legs against the fabric of her panties and realized she was also very wet. I grasped the front of her panties and pulled, tightening the material against her lips so it slid between them pulling them inside. I moved the fabric of her panties so that her panties would chafe against her clit. She moaned through a mouthful of nipple and bit down hard on it.
I took the waistband of her panties and began to ease them down her legs and off. Betsy pulled her top over her head and was naked. I took her hands and led her on top of me, guiding her up until her crotch was above my face. She kneeled with her legs either side of my neck and lowered her pussy down to my lips. I gave a soft moan of lust at the sight of her lips, just visible through her blonde curls, a small stream of white milky juices coated her pussy and oozed from her slit. She knelt a bit wider to open herself more to me. I stuck out my tongue and licked her juices to taste her. Her sex smelled musky, and the sweetness of her juices was intoxicating. My tongue worked across her slit, up and down, while my hands held her hips. She leaned forward to hold onto the headboard and watched me intently. The vision of the lust in her face and her pert tits with erect nipples jiggling as I worked over her slit had my pussy juices flowing. The eroticism of our lovemaking was so intense my skin just tingled all over. I started to tongue her clit, rubbing back and forth, gripping her button between my teeth and biting on it gently. Betsy ground her pussy against my lips, moaning that she wanted me to make her come.
I eased her back whispering that she should lie down on the bed on her back. After she did, I spread her legs softly gasped as Betsyâs pussy opened to show her pink inner lips. I slowly kissed my way up her thighs; Betsy impatiently reached and pulled my head to her pussy. She moaned again begging me to make her come, saying I needed to finger her too. I slid a finger between her lips and gently pushed it in, her pussy felt tight but very wet, I slipped my finger in as deep as I could and massaged her pussy walls as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her moans increased saying she wanted more, so I slipped two then three fingers inside her, working them in and out, my hand and fingers were soaked in her juices, and I could hear her wetness. She started to moan louder so I clamped my mouth on her clit and sucked it between my teeth. Betsyâs hips began to thrash as she started to cum, her body curled up towards me as she tried to press her pussy further down on my hand. I could see her stomach muscles spasming as her orgasm tore through her; her pussy walls clamped on my pumping fingers. I withdrew my fingers and brought them to her mouth, and she sensuously licked her juices from my hand.
As Betsy came off her orgasm, I kissed my way up her body. I kissed her tiny breasts as I slipped one of her legs between mine. I wanted to come again, and began to rub my pussy against her thigh. Betsy raised her thigh so that I could press harder against it. I found her mouth and kissed her, our tongues dancing with each other. âDo you want to come all over my leg?â she whispered. It was such an erotic question it sent tingles through me. Betsy began to raise and lower her hips, fucking me with her thigh. I began kissing and biting Betsyâs neck as I felt my juices slicken her thigh. I stifled a scream as I exploded in an intense orgasm; I could feel my pussy soak Betsyâs thigh. I had never had such a wet orgasm.
Betsy moved slightly on the bed so that she could sit scissor-like with her pussy hard against mine. She started to slowly grind against my clit. Each time her clit pressed against mine, intensely erotic sensations screeched through my body. I had never felt anything so nakedly erotic. I began to grind back. Soon, we were both so wet; we moved faster against one another we would hear our twats slapping against each other in the mushy wetness. We grasped each otherâs knees, rubbing our clits against each other until we came in a shuddering mess.
Betsy moved away and kneeled in front of me and started to lick both our juices off my pussy. She looked up at me and smiled. âThis was so much better than I had dreamed.â
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