A note from the Author: One might argue or disagree on what category this story falls into. After considering the options, I thought Erotic Couplings fit it best.
The Creek
Part 2
I had never tasted my own juices on someone else's fingers. I had smelled sex often, but never tasted my own. The sweet, aromatic flavor drew my interest immediately. I was much different than Gordon's salty mix. I liked it.
Ann held my hand firmly as we made our way down the butterfly trail. Halfway there, she halted me, pulled me in close, kissing me, and forcing her tongue inside.
My body shook enthusiastically as she slipped two fingers inside my saturated organ, finger fucking me. I was definitely ready, easing my legs apart in agreement. I kind of liked being 'handled' like this. I had never had a girl-on-girl experience, but I had fantasized about one often.
My mind flew off in a thousand directions, anticipating the unknown, as I watched Ann licking my juice from her soaked fingers. So much had transpired in the span of three days that I was still somewhat in a fog of confusion.
Ann was way ahead of Randi. This was not her first rodeo. She had big plans for both of them today. Randi's unusual activity at the creek on Friday captured Ann's interest quickly. Observing her with her dildo was the most exciting thing that had happened in her bleak sex life in quite some time.
She had been patiently waiting for the 'Right One' for more than five years. Randi's bare, tanned shoulders... her tight figure, a body like that of someone her age, and those short shorts with holes in them showing bare skin beneath had caught her attention in the gift shop many times over the past month. Randi was the most fit fifty-something-year-old Ann had ever met.
Ann's backpack resembled Randi's, but was larger. Thinking about what might be in it kept Randi's mind occupied. As they rounded the last curve on the trail, Harper's Creek and Randi's private secluded oasis came into view. Ann led her, hand in hand, wading across, up the sandy bank, to a large sycamore tree with lots of hanging branches.
"Randi, leave your pack and come stand over here."
I obeyed loyally, anticipating her next move. My excitement ramped up when she removed four black restraint cuffs and wrapped one around each wrist and ankle. Something that in fifty-four years I had never experienced.
I was puzzled, anxious...and willing; I had never been led anywhere naked, or ordered by someone in such a precarious situation. For some strange reason, after how she confiscated possession of my sex yesterday, I felt at ease with her. Anticipating the unknown was driving my oversexed desires wild.
Ann reached up, pulling one of the sycamore's hanging branches down a bit and securing my right wrist to it, then another for my left wrist. I stood as instructed, giddy, both hands now secured to the flimsy branches above my head.
My nipples hardened instantly as she tied each ankle, parting my legs to shoulder-width and securing them to nearby tree trunks. I could sense the presence of moisture oozing from my pussy, weeping down my inner thighs. My hormones sped along at light speed towards the unknown. Unfamiliar with this situation, being tied like this, my sexual appetite was being fed like never before.
Ann was the most stunning twenty-something female I had ever been around. Her youthful nipples, easily visible through her tight, stretchy tube top, gave a clue to her excitement. I watched her closely as she secured me, envisioning what I might discover the moment she disrobed. Her legs were perfect... her skin tone, perfect. I wondered if she shaved her vagina.
Her mischievous smile and bright red lipstick... well, I was hoping to have them eating my cunt....soon, when she reached down and slid two fingers in, finger fucking me once again. My chamber was irritable, anxious to be attended to; I desperately awaited her mouth and subtle tongue taunting my swollen-clit.
"You are soaking wet, Randi," as she withdrew her dripping fingers, licking every drop of sex off them.
I was determined to taste a pussy for the first time myself, something I had dreamed about all night. Would it get me 'off' better than sucking my husband's cock? I recalled something Gordon has always talked about, watching me with another female... As most men probably have...And here I am.... I wonder how he would react if he saw me tied up like this.
"Randi, you are being so compliant this morning. I think you deserve to be treated to something special, something I think you might be surprised to find....well, that you have never experienced before. Now... the first thing is, you must be blindfolded. Not knowing what is happening around you, or to you, will make this much more titillating."
Ann's beautiful blue eyes and smile became a memory as she installed the hefty blindfold fabric around my head. I suddenly realized the gravity of my situation; I have given Ann total control of me, naked, and bound. I shivered with anticipation as I heard her milling about, wondering what was next.
Everything became quiet. The only sound I heard was the soft babbling of the creek water as it made its way south, and the lone call of a Blue Jay, announcing its presence, until....
Goose pimples shot across my body as fingers made their way up and around me, softly touching, exploring, caressing me. Then, soft kisses on each breast, then nipples, ending with a taunting bite. She was right; my sensory nerves were exploding. Not being able to see, my sexual drive was being fueled by adrenaline and her undivided attentiveness.
Then...I felt the moment I had waited for.... her warm mouth between my legs, kissing my inner thighs, making her way towards my pussy. I could feel Ann's fingers take hold of my labia, parting them, and inserting her warm tongue.
I jerked with indulgence, chanting my pleasure as her exploratory tongue made its way towards my desperate clit, rolling it around, pushing on it....Oh, GOD, that felt good.
Ann withdrew, commenting, "I think you might be ready to play. Your pussy is drenched. I'll be right back."
Moments later, I heard footsteps, then a familiar sound began to buzz at the same time I felt my pussy being spread. Shock waves of pleasure roared through me as the clitoris vibrator began sucking and vibrating on my eager clit.
I sank towards the mechanical apparatus as I tugged at the resistant sycamore limbs above, wanting to feel each vibration, forcing it further in place as Ann began suckling my mature nipples.
