At work I was always logged into erotic literature– looking at the sexy ladies and reading the sexy stories. I instantly fancied her and knew she was the one. Just because I wanted to experience a woman didn’t mean I was a lesbian – maybe it just means I’m a horny slut? I needed to see them – I broke our kiss and we looked into each others eyes – she held my wrist and pulled me until we both lay on the floor. She welcomed me in and we sat down opposite each other in comfortable armchairs with a glass of cold white wine each. “Well do you think we should start with kissing then?” she asked me. She moved her body up until her large milky tits hung in my face – I grabbed one in each hand – twisting one nipple while sucking the other into my mouth. At last Friday arrived – I dressed myself in my favourite denim skirt that came to just above my knees with buttons all the way up the front. I opened most of the buttons so my thighs could be seen almost up to my panties.
