Requited Feelings

After the kayaks and other gear are packed away, I ask if she minds if we drive to the good bathroom around the corner so I can change clothes before we leave. Once we're there, she says I can go in the big stall with her if I want...since there's more room. Turning my back, I (a little shyly) undress. I hear the quiet rustling of clothes behind me. I pull up my shorts and stand up, only to feel hands on my breasts.

Reaching from behind, I can feel the warmth from her body pressed against my back...and her hard nipples poking low in my shoulder blades. I can feel her slightly lifting up on her tiptoes to kiss the side of my neck. I can't stop the soft noises coming from my mouth. Nor do I care. I want her to know I like it, want to encourage her to do more.

She lightly touches my waist and gently guides me to turn around to face her. We stare into each other's eyes a moment before kissing on the lips. And oh, how glorious that is. Her small, but perfect lips on mine. Our hands tentatively touch faces, roam through hair, as we kiss. Being the same height as me, our hard nipples are having a battle with each other. Just feeling her voluptuous breasts rub against my smaller ones makes me moan into her mouth, mine of which she has taken over with her curious tongue.

She takes the liberty of snaking one hand down the front of my shorts and underwear as we continue making out, a little more eagerly now that we're getting more hot and bothered. She gets right to the point and rubs a finger against my opening. It doesn't take long for my clit to harden. My moans of approval are becoming more frequent. Her attention shifts to my nub. It's not taking me long at all to become wet. She turns me on so much, and has for quite a while, so it doesn't take much now that my fantasies seem to be coming to fruition.

Her middle finger plunges into me suddenly, her thumb still working on my clit. I can't help it, and break our kiss, gasping. Her fingers feel heavenly on and in me. I find my face in the crook of her neck, moaning and whimpering next to her ear as she continues her attack on my eager pussy.

I'm close. My inner muscles start spasming around her finger, my chest heaving against hers. I silently pray she doesn't stop. I cry out, muffled by the skin of her shoulder, as my prayers are answered.

Slowly, she retrieves her hand once my body has stopped shaking. She kisses me sweetly on the cheek, forehead, neck as I catch my breath and she holds me. I finally look up at her, one hand gently kneading the soft flesh of her midriff.

"I want to do so many things to you," I speak barely above a whisper.

Her reply comes in the form of more kissing. She doesn't have to say it. I know she's inviting me to explore her body. It's my turn to give her pleasure. But, the pleasure is both of ours for as long as I had been dreaming of touching her in this way.

I have a hard time pulling myself away from her lips. They're intoxicating. Eventually, I manage to start kissing a trail down to the swell of her breast. Naturally, I have to stop there and show it extra attention, kissing all over before finally getting my mouth on that gloriously pink nipple. It's still hard, of course, but I can't resist finally sucking on it, and the sounds it elicits from her. Just when I thought she couldn't be any sexier. I can't just ignore her other breast, and softly play with that nipple with my thumb as I lick and suck the first.

I force myself to continue on my mission. As much as I want to relish her, we really should get going before our husbands start to worry about us. Boy, would I have a story to tell mine later...

My hot lips slowly kiss down her stomach as my hands follow suit along her sides. I pause at her hips, gripping them a little tighter, as I near her womanhood. She's graciously left all of her clothes off, which I'm both grateful and regretful of. I look up at her one last time as I squat in front of her, dangerously close now. Answering silently, she runs a hand through my hair, which has worked its way loose and hangs well past my shoulders, and gently presses the back of my head toward her, giving me permission.

Tentatively, I stick my tongue out and probe her. She jerks a little, but presses my head again to reassure me. I take a proper lick. She's...sweet. I hadn't known what to expect, exactly. She was the first woman I'd ever gone down on. I continue exploring the outside of her opening with my tongue, enjoying the taste, and the lovely little moans coming from above me.

She's so wet for me already that I begin to feel moisture growing between my own legs again. Licking slowly from back to front, teasing, I reach her clit, circling my lips around it, and suck gently. She leans into the stall wall behind her, sighing contentedly.

I tease her for a few minutes with only my mouth touching her, tasting her, listening to her sighs of pleasure grow closer together. When I sense that she's growing impatient with my shenanigans, I plunge two fingers inside of her wet opening, never taking my mouth away from her clit...but I start flicking it with my tongue instead, and then back to sucking, and back again, over and over as I gradually pick up the pace of the fingers working inside of her beautiful cunt.

"Oh, God! Right there! Please don't stop!" she begs breathily. My fingers pump into her harder, faster, and I know she's loving every second of it, her cries of pleasure growing higher in pitch until she's screaming wordlessly as she orgasms. I try, unsuccessfully, to not get turned on all over again as she rides my hand and face until her high finally wanes.

As much as I want to, I avoid kissing my way back up her body, knowing from personal experience how sensitive she's feeling. I do give her one last, gentle kiss on her perfect lips.