Bedroom Desires

“My God, Brooke, I’m so fucking horny I could fuck a bedpost, if I had one.””I know what you mean, Arielle. After a couple of martinis, the gin goes straight to my pussy and my clit get as big as the olive. I’m running out of batteries for my toys at home.””You need to get the rechargeable kind,” Arielle said. They both laughed.Arielle and Brooke are having their weekly afternoon luncheon at the local country club. Ever since Brooke moved into Arielle’s neighborhood nine years ago, they’ve been the best of friends, which means, keeping no secrets.”When was the last time you had sex, Brooke?” Arielle asked her friend.”What do you mean, with a human or otherwise?””You know what I mean.” Arielle pressed on, “Who was the last guy you fucked?””Some guy I met online last year. Shit, I’ll never do that again. He came before I had an orgasm, then fell asleep. What’s with guys that can’t keep it up long enough for a lady to get some pleasure?””Tragic, isn’t it?” Arielle agreed. “I haven’t had good sex since Eddie left me last year. I’m still on the pill and have nothing to show for it. I couldn’t stand Eddie twenty-three hours a day, but that twenty-fourth hour in bed was paradise. Did I ever tell you how great he was at eating me out? He loved it as much as I did.””Well yeah. I think you did mention it. In fact, it made me jealous. Have you ever done that with a woman?” Brooke asked.”No, have you?””No, but I always thought sex with a woman might be fun.””Hmm,” Arielle thought. “Maybe we’re onto something here.””Like what?””Like are you free tonight?””Not until eight. I have a meeting at the church until then.””Why don’t you join me when you get home. Wear something, well, something interesting.””You mean sexy.””I think you’re catching on,” Arielle said.Brooke showed up a little past eight feeling a little flushed and edgy. Her body said she wanted it; her brain made her feel guilty. She whispered to herself, “I owe it to myself. Arielle is such a great friend. We get along so well and agree on everything. So why not be lovers?”Arielle greeted her at the door with a deep mouth kiss saying how sexy Brooke looked. She had worn a simple but effective outfit of a deep V-cut blouse baring her tummy with a hint of her nipples poking at the flimsy material. The bottom half was cutoff jeans, tight to her pussy and exposing most of her perfectly shaped ass.Arielle was ahead of her. She wore a pink lacy negligee that was as transparent as an ice cube.”I’m all juiced up for this, Brooke, but I could use something to relax me. Let’s have a drink,” Arielle offered.”Good idea,” Brooke anxiously agreed. “I could use a double, if you don’t mind.””Look,” Arielle said. “Why don’t you change and put on the babydoll I laid out on the bed. It’s your size and you’ll look dazzling in it.”Arielle fixed the drinks while Brooke changed into a sheer lacy negligee that barely covered her hips and emphasized her sumptuous breasts. It fitted for the intended purpose but as for size, it might have been a better fit on a teenager, if she had breasts.The women sat on the living room sofa nervously exchanging small talk and sipping their cocktails. After Arielle refreshed their drinks, Brooke said, “Oooh, this tastes so good. I’m really getting in the mood. Funny, bahçesehir escort you know how they say, ‘wetting your whistle’? Well, for me, that’s not all that gets wet.”Arielle smiled, putting a hand on her friend’s thigh. She cooed, “You are beautiful, Brooke. If I was a guy, I would have fallen in love with your the moment I saw you.””That’s so sweet, Arielle,” Brooke said in a hushed voice. “You know, Arielle, I always wanted a body like yours. You have the nicest ass and sexiest tits of anyone I know.”That was the spark igniting their passions. Arielle’s hand rode up her friend’s thigh feeling the moisture building in Brooke’s martini induced orifice. Brooke cradled Arielle’s voluptuous boobs in her hands pulling the negligee over her head so that she could kiss and suck each nipple.”Let’s go to the bedroom. I’ll light a few candles,” Arielle suggested.The lighted candles gave off a sensuous aroma and a soft glow while the women laid naked together in bed. Neither knew exactly what was expected from the other beyond fingering each other and massaging their friend’s clit. After all, that’s what they did for themselves, so doing it for a friend seemed totally normal.Their soft wet lips and tongues meet in mutual desire. It felt so right and so unlike the hurried aggressive kisses they remembered from men.They took turns sucking at each other’s nipples. They instinctively knew how to pleasure each other from then on.Brooke was the first to slide between her neighbor’s legs kissing along the sensitive inner thighs on up to a freshly shaved pussy. Arielle sighed with moans of pleasure when Brooke took her clit between her lips, twirling her tongue around it. As Arielle’s pussy became engorged with wetness, Brooke pressed in two fingers, finger fucking her into an orgasm that brought about cries of ecstasy.Turning on her back and wrapping her legs around Arielle’s neck, Brooke was ready to climax as soon as Arielle embraced her clit and vagina. The feeling of a woman’s mouth on her cunt was electric, and she came twice before Arielle could get a third finger inside her friend’s pussy.For a time they relaxed and giggled like schoolgirls about their first female on female encounter. They weren’t finished.Next was a sixty-nine session that seemed almost unreal. They both climaxed several times and finished in each others’ arms.Brooke asked, “Does this make us lesbians?””I don’t think so, my dear. Liberated women for sure, maybe bi. You know, I still like the feel of a man’s cock inside me. I need a good reaming, if you know what I mean.””I guess you’re right. The next time let’s try a strap-on and see if that helps. I saw one in a porn flick that was just so perfect. It’s almost like fucking a guy!”Brooke’s enthusiasm was contagious. “Great idea Brooke. How about a week from Tuesday?”They met at Brooke’s house on that Tuesday evening. Arielle brought her vibrating Nen-Wa Balls and Brooke bought her “perfect” strap-on that had been ordered from Prime with one-day delivery. It turned into an all-night session. Both girls tried the vibrating balls while her partner licked and sucked her clit. It was almost too much. Following a short rest, they plugged each other with the strap-on agreeing that it was good beylikdüzü bayan escort but not the same as real skin, balls and ejaculating cocks.It was time to find a man, or several men, they decided. And they had another plan as well.******”Okay, Arielle, how are we going to go about this?” Brooke asked during the next lunch at the club.”First, we need to set the guidelines. We are talking about a male between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. It doesn’t matter if he is single or married. His erect penis needs to be seven or more inches. No sense settling for second best. Color doesn’t matter although a black man would be a first for me,” Arielle said.”I agree but we can’t meet him at either of our places. It has to be at a motel. Do you agree?””Of course. And I don’t like hairy dudes that look like gorillas.””How about if he has a beard?” Brooke asked.”I like a nicely trimmed beard, so that would be fine.””Speaking of trimmed, should he have his cock and balls trimmed?”Arielle thought for a minute, then said, “Yeah, that would be great only we could shave him. I shaved my ex once. It drove him wild, and his cock seemed to have grown a couple of inches!”They both giggled and agreed they would shave him if necessary.Letting their imagination get away from them,” Brooke asked, “Should we do a threesome? I kind of like the idea of us putting on a show for a guy, then having him fuck the two of us.””Hey, I hadn’t thought of that. Sounds good to me.””There’s one more thing I thought about Arielle. I’d love to have a guy handy with a video camera. I always wanted to know what I look like fucking a guy. If we did a threesome, it would be perfect. We could ask about a guy’s hobbies. If he says photography, then he gets a closer look.””So where are we going to find this photographer with a seven-inch cock?””Hey, we’re in our early thirties and look like twenty-somethings. Let’s do a little bar hopping and see what’s out there.””I haven’t done that since college,” Arielle objected.”I’m not doing the Internet again, Arielle. It’s mostly fake news just like the guys.””Alright, so we’ve gotta do what we gotta do. Apparently, that means checkin’ out the bars.”They dressed for the occasion and that meant plenty of cleavage and tight short skirts. The women had no trouble being noticed. Brooke attracted the younger guys like cats to mice. Her not so modest clothing displayed her abundant tits in the most seductive manner. It was like she wore a “Fuck me!” sign on her backArielle, on the other hand, attracted the more sophisticated intellectual types. The two woman returned home with email addresses of their favorites. The next day they spoke on the phone to compare notes.”Did you find anyone that had a photographic fetish?” Brooke asked.”No, did you?””Not likely among the horny guys buzzing around me. They only could talk about sports or sexual innuendos that they didn’t try to conceal.””Okay, Arielle, who was your best candidate?””It was a guy by the name of Perry. He was nice but a bit nerdy. I liked the way he dressed, and he was handsome with a well-kept beard. I think he might be married.””Did he hit on you in a way that suggested more than polite conversation?””Yeah, but it was subtle. He said he would escort beylikdüzü like to take me out for a night. That, of course, left it open to my interpretation. How about your choice?””I liked the tall black kid. He said he was twenty-six but I’m not so sure. He might be twenty. He came onto me pretty strong. His name is Gifford and wanted to take me to his apartment. Actually, I almost said yes.””Wow, I think that’s our man. We just need to get more info. Why don’t you email him and start up an online relationship.””I told you, I wasn’t going to do the Internet thing.””This is different. You’ve already met him. See what you can find out about him. He’ll probably be pretty open about his body and his interests. Young guys are an open book.”It started with friendly text chats and a few e-mails, then turned to more personal exchanges followed by sexting, spicy at first that escalated quickly into hot salacious exchanges.He wrote, “I want to squeeze your tits and devour your nipples.”She added, “What will you do with my pussy?””I’ll suck your clit until you scream for me to fuck you. What will you do with my cock?””It depends on your size.””I’m eight inches.””I don’t believe it.””Do you want a pic?””Sure but I think you’re bragging.”He sent the picture. Gifford was neither bragging nor exaggerating. He was well put together. He was hung!”Are you shaved?” he tweeted.”Of course. The bush went out of style with the Lindy Hop.””What’s the Lindy Hop? Oh, never mind. Nude is in style too. You’re a stylish gal. Show me that style.””I don’t have any nudes of me. I don’t have a way to do that either. I’m no photographer.””Show me your tits with a selfie.”She sent the selfie.Meanwhile, Arielle was flirting with her new friend exchanging several phone calls. His name was Perry. He asked her to dinner. They met at Violette’s Bistro, an upscale French restaurant. The wine loosened her tongue, and she began talking about herself telling him she was divorced, and how difficult it had been to live with her ex.”I guess I married Eddie because he was so great in bed,” she told him.Perry admitted that he was unhappily married with two young kids. “Ever since our second was born, my wife and I haven’t had sex. That was seventeen months ago.””I suppose that’s why you were at the singles bar looking for a one night stand.””I needed some fresh air, a woman to talk to. You were just what I needed. Arielle, you are so refreshing and beautiful. I love your smile and your cute petite body. You are so sexy, Arielle. I’ve never been with a delicate girl like you with such full and heavenly curves.”Of course, he was coming onto her but it was part of the plan. She wanted to take him home with her after dinner, but decided it wouldn’t be fair to Brooke.Arielle was curious, “How many times have you been to that bar, Perry?””Twice,” he said.”Did you get lucky? Did you pick up a girl?”Perry looked into his wine glass for the answer. “Yeah, we hooked up, if that’s what you’re asking. She wasn’t nearly as cute as you. She was an immature college kid that just wanted a one night stand. Maybe she was looking for a sugar daddy. Anyway, it was her idea.””Okay, so at least you’ve gotten some pussy lately.””That’s kind of a crude way to put it, but to be honest, the answer is yes. She just wasn’t my type.””Am I your type, Perry?””Definitely.””Do you mind me asking what you like in a woman when you take her to bed?””That’s kind of personal but an uninhibited woman helps me get out of my shell.””Your shell? What do you mean?”