Note - though most of my stories here concern glory hole experiences, this doesn't preclude other enjoyable interests. Simply, most of the time, those other interests lack the intensity of the still new and 'forbidden' glory hole game. The following story describes a recent visit from an old friend, one who shares a number of mutual interests.
The phone rang mid-morning, and after saying hello, I heard her saying 'Where did you get that? I was wet for the next 24 hours.' The house was empty, so talking freely was no problem. Which had not always been the case the day before.
'I warned you, remember, after you said you weren't feeling anything much?' Yesterday, when she had said that, it was reasonable enough - we were sharing each hit, the other breathing in as the other exhaled. Mainly for reasons of conservation, though with a familiar and desirable side effect, the same one that always occurs in such situations, as we naturally began kissing when we drew close. It was true that I had done the first couple of hits, as it had been years since the last time we had done this, and she only one. After the next four or so hits, all hers - each very nicely shared - she repeated that the effect simply wasn't what she expected.
However, it appeared best to simply put things away, especially to prevent any accidents occurring as we kept getting lost when our mouths met, our hands sliding up and down each other, stroking the other's neck and face, fingers running through hair. Following each pause to smoke, the kissing had become more involved, my hands pulling up her dress to slide along her thighs and rear, her hands pulling my ass to press us more firmly together, revealing my growing horniness while adding to it.
We were in the basement, in the room used for storing coal and firewood, without much space on either side. She was wearing a newly bought dress, no bra, and sandals with heels that made her stand as tall as my 6' height. This had been convenient when exchanging hits, and incredibly sexy when kissing - I have never kissed someone of my own height before. Being truly face to face while standing was surprisingly intimate, an irresistible temptation for both of us. She has always been fully aware of how hot she looks braless, now only one button away from her lovely breasts spilling out in their full sized glory. Breasts I have seen over the years, most often at a local nudist lake, one of the most memorable times floating in the water as my cock plunged into her pussy, both of us holding on to a raft in the middle of the cool water of the lake, her breasts floating with her large dark nipples islands against her skin.
Her skills at kissing are basically the best of anyone I have ever known, which now includes women and men. Being more bi than I, it may be that her experience with women has taught her more than a straight woman whose only experience is with men. Her kisses range from the most gentle brushing of her lips to utterly demanding deep tongue motions to the most delightfully needy expression on her face, eyes closed, desiring nothing more than to be kissed again. Of course, kissing should generally end up involving more than mouths, a fact she thoroughly understands, and demonstrates in practice.
Her hands were ranging as freely as mine, a changing pattern of stroking and pressure, from bared skin to covered nipples, lightly hardening in response to fingers working on them, to below our waists, where the strength of hands and arms was used to pull us closer, touching as much as the other as possible. Our mouths were doing the same, lips and tongues sliding and pressing and merging, two parts becoming a greater whole in their shared pleasure.
As always, we had melted into each other when kissing, but now, the matching height was adding something completely new - her pubis was at the same level as mine, and as my cock grew hard, pointing down the leg of my shorts, it fit snugly between her thighs. We were both thrilled by this, but after a moment or two, it was clear she was much more excited by this discovery than I could have ever imagined. Probably because as I became ever more attuned to what she was doing, it was clear that my cock wasn't merely rubbing her thighs, but was moving against her pussy lips.
She had arrived about 15 minutes earlier than expected, meaning that I hadn't had the chance to shower and change, having spent a good 45 minutes cleaning. Including vacuuming any surface we might end up on, if previous experience was any guide. My shirt was loose, and my shorts let my cock hang freely, as I wasn't wearing any underwear.
As we kept kissing more passionately, my cock grew stiff against my leg, a fact which delighted her, this clearly being what she wanted. How clearly became wonderfully obvious as we began to find the best position for my cock to nestle between her thighs. My cock head extended to just below her inviting pussy, a feeling that continued to change as she quickly became more aroused. Her pussy lips are larger than any other woman's that I have ever known, so there was little doubt of what was feeling so good as we found both a position and rhythm that matched our kissing.
And then slowly started distracting from it, her tongue beginning to lose focus as she started sliding down slowly, my hands on her sexy ass, sliding under her panties to alternate between holding each cheek tightly, and then stroking them. Sometimes squeezing, sometimes spreading, as her movements against my cock kept growing more insistent. My sensitive cock sensed just how juicy and open her pussy was becoming, even as we remained dressed.
Becoming gloriously turned on, all attention now being drawn to what was happening at the intersection of rigid cock and invitingly yielding pussy. As my hands stayed on her hot ass, my mouth began to roam over her ears, then down to her neck. Her delighted response rapidly began to distract me, as she started grinding herself right at the root of my cock - clearly the center of her universe, a feeling I have never experienced just kissing a fully dressed woman. A woman I couldn't resist, my hands squeezing her ass as she kept moving with inspired creativity, her horniness now leading me further on between her legs.
Her motion was captivating, my cock being stroked by her increasingly sexy pussy lips sliding along my shaft, opening while she kept pressing in a circular rhythm. I gasped the first time she slid down the length of my cock, now pressing her clit against just my cock head. By this point, neither of was capable of kissing any longer, and as her motions began to grow voluptuously needy, I was thrilled to realize that my cock was the reason she was playing herself like an instrument.
