I wanted to kiss Holly’s gorgeous body all over.
The two of us were on holiday in Barbados, and we spent the first day on the beach. We were supposedly there to look at men and hook up for two weeks of hot holiday sex, but I couldn’t help glancing at her body as she lay beside me in the sun. I’d never seen her in a bikini before. This was the first time I was treated to the sight of the lovely smooth skin of her stomach and her legs.
But I wanted to see more. I wanted her hot naked body in my hands while my lips explored her.
At the end of the afternoon we went back to our hotel room. It was five floors up and overlooked the lovely blue ocean. We talked about what we were going to eat that night, and what club to go to, but there was a tension in the air. I was trying to hide my feelings from her, but it was so difficult.
Suddenly she looked at me with her soulful eyes and said, ‘Wendy, can I ask you something?’
‘Of course,’ I said uncertainly.
‘Have you ever kissed a girl?’
My heart began to race.
‘What do you mean?’ I asked.
She stepped closer.
‘I mean,’ she said softly, ‘have you ever explored the beauty of kissing another girl?’
Her eyes were warm, burning into me, searching me out. I felt this couldn’t be happening. It was like my wildest dreams were coming true.
‘You must have thought about it, surely?’ she said. Her voice was so soft, like she wanted to take care of me and guide me to a new experience.
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ I said awkwardly. I looked away out of the window at the sea. Did I tell her that I often watched lesbian porn, and found girl on girl sex the most sensual. My cheeks heated at just the thought.
‘Really? Really, Wendy?’ she giggled. ‘Do you think I couldn’t tell how you felt by the way you looked at me in the office?’
‘You could tell?’ I said, looking back at her in surprise.
‘I could tell you wanted to be kissed… like this,’ she said, leaning close to me and whispering the words gently in my ear.
And then she slowly and delicately kissed my cheek. God. Her lips were so soft against my skin. It felt delicious.
‘And… like this,’ she said, as she warmly kissed my forehead.
I closed my eyes because my head was in such a whirl.
‘And also… like this,’ she said, as she trailed her lips into a kiss on the side of my neck.
Previously, Holly and I had been working in an office in London. It was stuffy and miserable, and it seemed like the city was always overcast with clouds. I had only started a few months ago, and she sat opposite my desk. I was nervous and uncertain about the people there, and the millions of things I had to learn, but on my first day she smiled such a lovely smile and took me under her wing as she looked after me. I loved the way she was so protective. So who could blame me for developing feelings for her? But I had been too frightened to say anything. I kept glancing at her when we were working, and I was obsessed with the curve of her lips, and the sparkle in her eyes, and the little tune she used to hum when she looked things up on the computer.
When we took our lunch breaks together, my heart was bursting with all the things I wanted to tell her. Like how when she typed on her keyboard I wanted to reach out and caress her lovely hands, and even the little things, like when she asked to borrow my pen, made my head tingle with love for her. But I was so frightened of telling her how I felt. Would I lose her friendship? Would she be shocked that I wanted to take things further, and blab it all over the office?
Would she move to another desk? Would she get me fired? I was in turmoil.
But I couldn’t help my feelings. She had a warm, caring heart, and I was falling in love with her. Anyway, time went on and she suggested we go on holiday to Barbados together. We were going to check out the men, but my heart only leapt at the chance to go because it meant we could be together.
Our own private world.
And now, in this hotel room, she breathed softly against my skin and said, ‘Wendy, it’s lovely for a girl to kiss another girl… don’t fight it. Relax. It’s very, very normal.’
And she began to kiss her way up from the base of my neck to the top. Her kisses were warm, soft, and filled with tenderness.
‘Does that feel good?’ she asked gently.
‘Very good,’ I said, still locked in my shyness.
‘Look at me,’ she said. ‘Look at how much I want you.’ She kissed my fingers, and the palm of my hand, and it was so beautiful seeing her soft red lips play gently upon my skin. ‘Can you see?’
‘Yes,’ I said in a whisper.
‘But when lips kiss, that’s the best of all,’ she said, and her hands were gently running through my hair, protecting me, wanting me, and tenderly caressing me. ‘Let me show you.’
She kissed my lips. I could hold back no longer. I was exploding inside. I ran my fingers through her soft hair in response, wanting to make her feel as protected as I was, wanting her to feel the same warmth she was blossoming into my body.
‘I’ve wanted to do this for so long, when I sat opposite you in the office,’ she said. ‘You’ve got such lovely lips, Wendy. I couldn’t bear to think of your lips not wearing my kiss.’
I was amazed at what I was hearing. The words were lighting up my heart. We kissed again. Her tongue sought mine out, and I could feel her sexual soul trying to pour itself through the warm soft kiss, as if she was trying to melt herself into me and possess me. Which I wanted. Very much.
‘Does that feel good?’ she asked tenderly, her eyes shining as she looked back at me.
‘Very good,’ I smiled back.
‘Well, we must devote our lives to what feels good, if life is to have any purpose,’ she said. ‘Now, Wendy, I have something to ask you… would you like to be naked with me?’
‘Oh, Holly, yes,’ I said, my heart racing with excitement.
‘Because I want to kiss you all over,’ she said, ‘and I want to nourish every sweet inch of your body with my lips… and I’m afraid these clothes are getting in the way. Don’t you agree?’
With a gorgeous grace, she deftly peeled her bikini from her trim body, performing for me, wanting me to enjoy watching her. I was mesmerized. The dreams I had when I played with myself in my apartment, fantasizing about her — they were all coming true.
‘God, Holly,’ I said, studying her exquisite breasts. ‘You’re so beautiful.’
‘Let me show you the what a kiss can really mean,’ she said softly. She kissed me again, and I couldn’t help closing my eyes as I succumbed to the electricity in it.
Fire. That’s what I wanted and needed. For my soul to feel like it was on fire.
I felt my body was going to burst with happiness. I reached out and stroked her naked body as she held me in the kiss. She was so warm, alive, all of her skin a furnace, and her limbs moving with molten desire.
‘Holly,’ I whispered, ‘do you know how much I want you?’
‘Oh your touch is telling me that loud and clear,’ she said with a smile.
Her voice was husky, seductive. I was so grateful she was taking the lead and seducing me. I needed another woman to open the door of my mind, to give me the permission to be sexual with her. And I knew that once the door was open, there would be no stopping me.
She gracefully pulled my top off. I felt deliriously happy, knowing that my breasts were exposed to the woman I wanted most in the world. I stood against the open window and I could feel the sea breeze tenderly caressing my bare back, and her warm hands were exploring me, caressing me with love.
I could see the beautiful blue sky out of the corner of my eye, and below it the shimmering sea, and as I enjoyed her fingers gliding over my body, I felt like the whole landscape had all been created for me, and I was like a focal point of the world.
This is what I want from life so much, I told myself. To be naked in a beautiful place, far from the grey skies of London — to be here, naked and making love forever.
I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. I put as much tenderness and love into it as I could, to really reach into the heart of her.
‘Holly,’ I whispered, ‘I feel like I want to trap this moment in a bottle.’
She nodded in understanding. ‘Tell me.’
‘I don’t want your kisses to ever end. I don’t want to go back to London. I don’t want to sit opposite each other with our restrictive clothes on, in a stuffy office with a miserable boss.’
‘I know, Wendy, I know,’ she murmured softly, as she trailed wet kisses across my bare breasts. ‘That’s not what life is about. That’s false. This is where life is. Let me show you the true pleasure of having another woman kiss your nipples.’ She massaged my breasts, and then clamped her hungry mouth around my erect buds, circling her tongue in love around them.
I closed my eyes and arched my head back, amazed at the electricity in her kisses. She knelt before me and her delicate hands moved to my bikini briefs and undid the straps, and her fingers were like graceful little butterfly kisses as they brushed against the vulnerable skin of my thighs.
She pulled my briefs away and I gasped with delirious pleasure to be naked at last before her — and even better, I could tell in her eyes that she liked what she saw.
As if on cue, the gorgeously warm breeze from the sea blew against my bare back and over the cheeks of my naked bottom, while Holly caressed the front of my body with her tongue and her hands, and everything was coming together to make me feel so free and liberated, and I wished my life could always be like this. I wanted to be so exposed to Holly’s hot tongue and the sea and the sky, to feel more naked than I ever had. I wanted to learn everything she could teach me about lesbian love. This electric feeling was better than my dreams. Much better.
‘This is the only reality for us, Wendy,’ she whispered up to me. ‘Giving in to these most normal pleasures with another woman.’
Everything felt so precious. She gently slid her fingers inside me, and I wanted her to pour herself into my soul, to place herself so deep that she would never leave me. I felt I was in the hands of an experienced teacher who could take me on any sexual journey she wanted. Her warm thumb began to skillfully rub against my clit, making me gasp, and I could tell she knew naturally how to bring pleasure to my body, by being a woman herself. It was like we were part of the same color, the same fabric; the feeling that we were the loving echo of each other was blowing my mind.
‘I just want this, forever,’ I whispered back to her, as I felt my climax nearing. ‘This is all I want. To be naked with you for the rest of my life, to just exist here as you make love to me in this Barbados bubble — and to feel you’ll never let me go.’
‘You’re loving this, aren’t you?’ she grinned. ‘I can feel the excitement in your body.’
‘I can’t help it,’ I breathed raggedly as my pussy luxuriated under her expert touch. ‘I’m in love with you.’
After all the tension back in grey London, after all that worry about being rejected by her — at last the call of my body’s deep needs were being answered.
‘It’s you, Holly — it’s you I want,’ I moaned. ‘I’m so glad you took the lead. I’ve wanted to make love to you for so long, I could have burst with the frustration.’
‘I know,’ she smiled, as her fingers parted my wet lips aside and set up a delightful rhythm inside my pussy. ‘I wanted you just as much in turn. I want to let you in on a little secret — I didn’t plan this trip to meet men — I only planned it so I could make love to you.’
‘Oh, please, don’t stop,’ I urged her in a gasp, as I could feel my climax approaching. I ran my fingers through her hair as my body felt so delightfully vulnerable in her expert skills. ‘Please, please — go on,’ I murmured back at her, trying to make my voice as soft as possible to hold the softness and tenderness of the moment. ‘Don’t stop honey… I’m all yours.’
My climax overtook me. My body shuddered against the window, and I felt like I was like a firework, exploding up there in the hot sky over Barbados; my soul was bursting in a blessed release as I soared up there into the elements, into the beauty of the blue.
‘I love you, Wendy,’ she whispered tenderly, ‘and I want to take so much care of you.’ She kissed her lips over my quivering thighs as the orgasm raced through me.
‘What’s in a kiss?’ she said, as my body still heaved against the glass. My mouth was wide open in joy, as the pleasures overtook my mind, too strong for me to form words.
‘Heaven,’ she whispered, ‘and liberation, and the chance to truly feel who you are — that’s what the best kisses have inside them… that’s why you need them.’
My climax slowly subsided, and I looked down at her through my half-open eyes, and I could clearly see her longing for me. I felt so safe and protected, knowing she loved me for who I was, and that she loved me for my feelings towards her, and that she wouldn’t shame me for my desires; I stroked her hair as my heart soared with joy because she acknowledged and accepted all the normal sexual feelings inside me for her that had been building up over time.
She closed her eyes and kissed my thighs tenderly, and her golden kiss held her loving encouragement of all my lesbian desires.
‘Be free,’ she murmured against my skin. ‘Be yourself, be free, be happy.’
I couldn’t help running my fingers through her beautiful hair.
‘Do my lips feel good against your skin?’ she asked.
‘Yes.’
‘Then always dedicate yourself to what feels good,’ she smiled, as she trailed more soft kisses along the length of my thighs. ‘And savor the moments in a kiss. There’s no rush. Live inside the kisses. Explore them. Know them. A kiss is a map of the human heart. Enjoy it. Celebrate it.’
‘I want you, Wendy,’ I said tenderly as I reached down to stroke her lovely face. ‘I want to know you more than I’ve ever known you. I want to know you… in the height of your orgasm.’
‘Well… I’ve got a toy,’ she said, her eyes gleaming. ‘I use it to play with myself. Would you please… thrust it inside me?’
She padded over to her handbag and took out a huge purple dildo. I smiled to think she must have carried it around with her everywhere she went — well, that would be Holly; liberated, sexual, not caring a damn if anybody else saw it, or what anybody thought.
My heart swelled with love for her, and I wanted to be her; I wanted to have the sexual heart and soul she had, and to live the exciting life of freedom she took for granted.
‘Would you like to slide this inside me?’ she grinned.
‘Of course.’
She ran it across my mouth. I opened my lips to perform for her while I looked deeply into her eyes. I wanted her toy inside me, so that an object she had chosen to take her to her climaxes would be in my body; I wanted that mirror of intense connection. I wanted anything of her private sexual world, her private sexual choices, inside me so that I could feel we were merging into one. I wanted her to melt her body so much inside mine, that I would wake up the next morning thinking I was Holly, with no memory of my own identity.
‘Thrust it deeply inside me, Wendy,’ she said in a loving whisper.
I guided her to lie down on a soft bean bag, her tanned firm body looking so gorgeous against the soft blue material, and I stroked the toy over her sweet skin. I kissed her lovely trim stomach, and trailed my tongue along the insides of her soft thighs — trying to give her warm kisses of expectation, promises of the release to come — and I could feel the arousal rise in her body.
‘You were so kind to me in the office,’ I said, my eyes filling with gratitude, ‘when the others were so cruel. You talked to me on the first day when no-one else could care less. And you kept talking to me, and taking care of me all the days since.’
‘And I still want to take good care of you,’ she whispered back, as she luxuriated under my caressing hands.
‘I love you so much, I want to be you,’ I said softly as I caressed her soft skin. I slid the toy slowly over her clit, and my heart swelled with gratitude as I saw a look of pleasure light up her beautiful face.
I cradled her head protectively in my arm, and guided the toy towards her tight pussy lips.
‘I want to take such good care of you, honey,’ I whispered into her ear as her tight body slowly took the toy inside. ’I want to be the best friend and lover you could ever have.’
She trailed her elegant fingers over my arms as she looked back up at me. I began to move the huge toy faster in and out of her trim body, and I could sense her muscles tense up around it. She squirmed her hips around in a circle, to melt into my thrusts.
‘So, you’ve — finally — kissed — a girl,’ she gasped back at me as her climax neared. Her beautiful eyes were wide open with surprise at how intense the sensations were that I was creating inside her. I moved the toy faster and faster. ’I hope —,’ she gasped, ‘it was — as good — oh, God! — as good — as you — expected?’
Her orgasm erupted and she screamed out loud, a cry full of joy and fulfillment. Her hands clasped my shoulders desperately as she shuddered, and her eyes closed with pleasure.
‘Oh, it was far better than that — I loved it,’ I whispered as I cradled her delicate warm body, and tenderly brushed my lips over hers. ‘And now… your delicious kiss has unlocked something beautiful inside me.’
In fact I loved it so much, we didn’t leave that hotel room for two weeks as we explored each other’s yearning naked bodies with hot, slow, wet and passionate kisses.
THE END
