Thanksgiving
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It was Friday afternoon before the long Thanksgiving weekend. It was a slow
day for classes as most of our members were getting ready for the holiday.
Gisele was tidying up from our last group and I was easing gingerly onto the
edge of the desk when she looked up and saw me. 'Back's really bothering you
huh sweetie?' I nodded but the fact was I was near tears. 'Let's lock up and
head over to my place for a Jacuzzi,' she suggested sympathetically. 'You've
got to do something to loosen up those muscles before they seize completely.

The ride there was painful and she helped me out of the car when we parked.
Fortunately we didn't have to wait for the lift. Within moments we were in
her apartment and warm soothing water was filling the deep tub. Gisele
poured us a glass of wine and she bustled about getting fresh towels while I
sat wincing and sipping at my drink. She was a good friend and had been my
partner in the Aerobics School for three enjoyable years.
I felt like a child when Gisele began to remove my things but the ache in my
back made me welcome her attentiveness. Yet, it felt so strange. We had
frequently seen each other naked whenever we changed or showered at the
club. But now, to have her hovering so close and undressing me was making me
tremble. Several times her hands brushed across my belly and breasts. I
tried to read something from her expression that would tell me that she was
feeling different too. Her eyes never met mine, and they never left the
swell of my breasts or the curve of my belly while she prepared me for the
bath.
The powerful jets pummeled my flesh and felt exquisite. Gisele sat on the
edge of the tub rubbing my neck with her talented fingers until I could feel
the tension ease down my arms and dissipate into the hot swirling water. The
ache had been coming from a muscle in my lower back and she worked it
relentlessly with her soothing thumbs until the knot all but disappeared.
She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a
chance to talk in ages. She found a bath pillow and slipped it behind my
head while I sank deeper into the comforting bubbles. Gently she began to
wash my breasts, and like magic, the nipples reared to attention and the
tips tingled. The washcloth lining her palm felt wonderful cupping my
breasts and pulling gently at the stiff points.
I knew it was inevitable, and I thought I was prepared for it. But when her
hand descended onto my belly I drew my breath in sharply and I felt my
buttocks clench. It was only momentary, but enough to bring a soft smile to
Gisele's lips as she realized my inexperience. The cloth floated off
forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting
ever closer until it played in soft curls. Her other hand joined the first
and curried my hips with her long nails. Unable to wait, my mutinous thighs
parted prematurely. The bubbles surged into the widened gap, nibbling like
soft mouths, tugging gently at my nether lips, and urging my clitoris into
full erection. I was glad for the churning water to camouflage my own
wetness. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly
while I lay there like a slut offering everything.

Gisele's fingers found the soft upward curve of my behind and I moaned at
both the sensation and the frustration of what she had bypassed to get
there. My legs fell further apart at the same moment her finger pushed
against my anus and I moaned again. Her finger probed deeper and her
question took me by surprise. 'Does he do you there?' she inquired. The
answer was so personal I could only nod. 'So does Roger,' she smiled
speaking of her own husband. A shudder of sensuality shook through me as her
index finger slid deep into my bottom. My shoulders and feet pressed against
the tub, raising my cheeks and arching my belly out of the water. The pad of
her thumb slipped into the waiting folds of my sex and pressed deliciously
on my eager clit. 'Do you masturbate often?' she asked.
'No...Yes...Sometimes.' I whispered as her thumb stroked expertly against
me.
'Does he ever watch you?'
'Yes. He likes to watch.'
The intimacy of sharing such private secrets was like petrol on the flames
of my desire. I wanted Gisele to make me come so badly that my hips rocked
uncontrollably. Each time I was close she backed off, keeping me on the
brink but not letting me. Nothing had ever felt so good. I never wanted her
to stop. But I did want to come so badly. The last of the water was gurgling
into the drain and I had the desperate feeling that it might end before I
could come. I couldn't wait any longer and I heard myself pleading with her.
'Please...please, make me come,' I implored, lifting my hips towards her
like some kind of sexual beggar.
Gisele kept me waiting long enough to pull off her top and her lovely
breasts swayed over me as she bent down. Her tongue felt soft yet very
strong as it pushed the soft folds of my sex apart to bare my rampant clit.
It was ecstasy when she held the hoodless pearl between her puckered lips
and sucked so delicately. Every nerve in my cunt was set aflame by her
tongue and I came in a flood of indescribable pleasure that left me gasping
for breath and sobbing for more.
I scarcely remember making our way to the bedroom, but I shall never forget
sprawling like a wanton slut while Gisele brought me to peak after peak of
exquisite delight. I came so often I lost count. It was the first time I'd
ever been with another woman. The thought had always seemed abhorrent to me.
Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to
spread my legs for her touch.
When it came time to reciprocate I totally beguiled by her body. The
softness of her mouth on my own and the pungent taste of my juices on her
gorgeous face lit fires of desire that I'd never felt before. Her breasts
hung invitingly near my face as she knelt above me and I sucked each one
into my mouth, laving the nipples with my tongue until she moaned her
appreciation.
My arms circled her hips and I eased her forward until the wild foliage of
her pussy hovered just above my lips. She was very wet and the rim of her
vulva glistened generously with her lubricant. Each breath I took filled me
with the musky aroma of her sex. I nuzzled her, pressing my nose to the cup
of her fragrance and she lowered her belly to cover my mouth. The softness
of her flower bloomed against the pressure of my tongue and I stretched in
as far as I could reach. The walls of her channel were incredibly soft and
the well of her arousal streamed along my tongue and soaked my face. My
lips, surrounded by her vulva, were embracing the soft petals within. Buried
in the coarse hair of her pubis my nose nudged the turgid stem of her
clitoris causing her to mewl like a kitten. Gisele's hands supported my head
between her thighs, possessively urging even closer communion between my
face and her furrow.
Between the splayed cheeks of her athletic bum my inquiring fingers found
the object of Roger's affection. With my thumbnail I scraped lightly over
the undefended rosette while my fingers gathered moisture nearby. A groan of
approval tore from her lips as I penetrated her behind pushing my slippery
finger right in to the last knuckle. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice
flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. Her breath came in short
gasps punctuated with joyous whimpers and little shrieks. Gisele came
thunderously, grinding her molten sex against my mouth in unrestrained
ecstasy.
Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. Her dark red hair spread out
like a fiery halo around her head. Perspiration glowed on her shiny forehead
and her skin felt damp from the exertion. Between her thighs the hair was
matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. She caught me looking
there and opened her legs to my gaze. Her hand slid up the inside of my
thigh and cupped my sex with our new found familiarity.
'Does Roger do you like that?' I asked tentatively.
'Not like that.' she confided. 'He licks. You suck. You're the best.'
For a long time we rested. Her hand played with the hair between my legs,
pulling out the curls until they were straight and then letting them spring
back against my mons. The lips were soft, relaxed and ajar. I tried to
remember the last time I'd come with such intensity and couldn't recall of
even once that I had.
Gisele's finger followed the line of my slit brushing back the hairs to make
a path through the underbrush. My clit throbbed when she used her thumbs to
open the flower and expose the pink thimble within. A long sigh escaped my
lips as I felt her warm breath blow across its sensitive rim. I desperately
wanted her mouth one more time. One more time now ... and a million times
more after that. A flush came to my cheeks when Gisele moved my hand down
between my legs. She pushed my folded knees wide apart and winked at me
mischievously. 'Go ahead' she said. 'I like watch.' The long weekend seemed
too long for the very first time. I couldn't wait to get back to work, and
back to Gisele. My husband and I made love on the Sunday morning and it
seemed very ordinary, very mundane. Until I closed my eyes and thought of
her. When his hand caressed my sex I held onto it guiding the fingers to
simulate her touch; imploring him to go down on me just the way that she
had. He seemed surprised by my aggressiveness and uncomfortable with my
directness. There had been an awakening in the depths of my belly and it
disconcerted him to be driven by my demands. Even his cock had seemed
superfluous. When he had ejaculated it was a relief to watch it shrivel
along with his ability to continue. In the end, I finished myself while he
took refuge in the bathroom, watching through the crack in the door. I ached
for the many orgasms I'd enjoyed on Friday afternoon and I counted the hours
till Tuesday.

On Monday we did it again and this time he seemed more prepared for my
heightened drive. He tried to suck me the way I asked and it was good. Not
the same, but good. When he mounted me he made sure that I was ready and he
held off coming until I had. He was attentive and obliging and he even
played with himself for me when I told him 'I like to watch'.
The suspicion that I had learned from another man must be playing through
his mind but he's never asked. He just tries harder to be better.
I love my husband and continue to enjoy sex with him. But in my heart I know
that the softness of a woman's touch will always be the standard of
excellence. And I'm reminded of that almost every day at work.