My First was a Waitress

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I had always thought of having a sexual encounter with a woman. I’ve been attracted to men for as long as I can remember, but just the very thought of being with a woman excited something in me that no man could ever do. Men are great, no, they’re amazing and wonderful and sexy as hell. They’re big and strong and make you feel secure. A woman, on the other hand, is soft and gentle and beautiful. A woman can please another woman because she knows how to be pleased in just the right way. She knows where to be touched and the pressure that is needed on the special places to drive her wild.

Being a married woman, there weren’t too many occasions where I would have the opportunity to experiment with my desires… Until that one wild and crazy night.

My husband and I had gone out to the local pub that we visited quite often. It was mainly a weekend type ‘date’ where we’d go out and have a few drinks, play a couple games of pool, just something to do to unwind from the week and get geared up for the following week to come. One particular night, we were sitting at our table, sipping on some beers when the waitress came up to us and handed me a napkin with a phone number on it. The waitress winked at me and went on her way to get us another round. When she returned with more beers, she told me to call her later, that she’d be off around midnight.

We had gone to that pub for quite awhile and I had always casino ┼čirketleri noticed that one waitress. She was a beautiful woman, always seemed to get attention. Every woman checks out other women, from her face to her breasts, down to her ass, even her feet. It’s just something we all do, and if one says she doesn’t, she’s lying.

This woman had amazing breasts. They were average sized but they complimented her small frame. A petite woman, so a large rack would look out of place. I had overheard her say one time that they were paid for, and since then I had wondered what they would feel like. How would they feel under my hand, or my mouth.

She had a tiny waist and a cute little ass. For me, a little thin, but with such a beautiful face and amazing breasts, I overlooked it. I’ve been attracted to more women that are built like I am. My husband had always said I had the perfect figure. Large, round breasts that do a little dance when I walk. A flat stomach, but not skinny. And a hot ass. He’s always said I had a “hot ass”. It’s one of those that you can grab on to, not booty, just round and built.

In the back of my mind, I thought, “Hmm, that would be HIS ultimate fantasy. His hot, firecracker wife with another beautiful woman.” A smile slid across my face as my mind began to roam. My trance was broken when my husband nudged me and asked me, with a coy smile on his face, “What do you casino firmalar─▒ want to do tonight?” Without saying a word, I stood up and casually walked out the door, leaving the waitress a damn good tip: Cab fare and directions to my place.

When I arrived home, I made sure the mood was set and I was ready for her to arrive. I took a long, hot bubble bath and just relaxed. I cleared my mind, or so I tried to. I kept thinking of the waitress and what was to come later. I didn’t know what to expect or how things were going to go down that evening. Or rather, who was going to go down.

She arrived shortly there after and I greeted her at the door with a hug and a beer. The alcohol seemed to be the right thing to do, I know it makes me more comfortable. Her body was warm and she smelled of liquor and vanilla. She still had her waitress get-up on which only consisted of a very low cut halter top, mini skirt and stilletos. Maybe that’s why we always frequented that pub, the “uniforms” were pretty damn hot.

She looked around me, as if she was looking for my husband, but hell, I hadn’t seen him since we had gotten home. I took her on a little tour of the house, and as we were walking up the stairs to the master bedroom, she took her hand in mine. It was small and warm and it fit perfectly into mine. We walked into the room and the moment we both stepped in, there was a sense of awkwardness that g├╝venilir casino filled the air. I didn’t know if she had done anything like this before and I sure as hell knew I hadn’t.

Before I knew it, her lips were on mine as she softly kissed me for the first time. She stepped back for a moment, just to see my reaction I suppose, but I countered it as I leaned in for more. I wanted to taste her lips again. As our lips met once more, there was a little more desire, more passion. I kissed her softly, just to test the waters. Her lips slightly parted as my tongue searched for hers. As our tongues intertwined, the kissing started to get a little firmer, a little more heated. Her tongue was soft like velvet, lips were warm and wet, and a sensation was growing between my legs. She sucked my lower lip just ever so gently and it made a shiver go down my spine.

By this time, our hands were wandering each others bodies. Her hands were on my face, then running her fingers through my hair. My hands found their way down her back as I took her ass into my hands. The waitress’ hands moved down my body and found their way to my breasts. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt her on one of my most sensitive areas. I was feeling pretty brave by then so I took my hand and put it between her legs, I wanted to feel how wet she was. She was dripping wet, I could feel it through her lacy panties. We continued kissing as she rubbed on my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples through my top.

At the same time, we opened our eyes and there was passion in our eyes. We both wanted the same thing. She wanted me, and I wanted her. I wanted her to be my first experience with a woman…

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