Rachel touched her clit lightly for a while, then slid her fingers between her opened lips. She pulled her juice up and over her clit, swirling. She was so wet. This fantasy was making her so wet. This was the best fantasy she had ever invented.
It was a lesbian fantasy, of course. Although she had never had sex with another women, all her fantasies were of women. Imagining another woman's mouth in her pussy always pushed her over the edge. Especially if that mouth wore lipstick. Sometimes it was the other woman's first time too. Sometimes woman was experienced. Sometimes it was a women at the gym, or a customer she met at work. Sometimes it was a younger woman, like the college students she noticed at the cafes. Right now it is a younger woman, a woman who is teaching her. She is wearing dark red lipstick, and moaning into Rachel's pussy, her hands hands roaming over her belly and her breasts. And there is another woman in bed with them.
She wasn't quit there yet. She wanted to bring herself still higher. She took deep moaning breaths and rocked her hips into her finger. She is imaging two women, one her age, the other about 20 years younger. They are both focused on pleasuring her. In this fantasy, she has already kissed and touched and explored them, now she knows she's going to come, and they are pleasuring her, she opens to their touch, to the two women's touches, and kisses.
She imagines older woman laying on her arm and kissing her and sucking her breasts. This woman isn't entirely imaginary. She is here at the hot springs retreat where Rachel is spending the weekend. Where Rachel never expected to find women who would inspire this exceedingly hot fantasy.
The older woman who is kissing her and sucking her breasts has the face of one of the women she met this morning. Rachel kisses this woman, opening her mouth to her, feeling her tongue enter. They stop kissing and smile at each other, and then both of them look down her body at the younger woman. This other woman, with her red lips and her moans and her tongue on her clit, this woman is also a real woman, the companion of the other. She met them at the "complementary breakfast," and then chatted with them throughout the day as they soaked and sunned themselves.
Oh, they must be lovers, Rachel thought. They are obviously lovers. They weren't holding hands or overtly kissing, but they touch too much to be just friends. And there was an charge in how the older one looked at the younger one. The way the younger one looked back. Rachel had watched them and it was as if she had a sixth sense that could see the sexual desire jump between their eyes. She remembered how the older one handed the other a towel at the pool and rubbed her back with it. Rachel touched her own breast and her nipple stiffened in under her finger and with the memory.
Rachel's finger pressed a little harder on her clit, and she rocked her hips into her hand with a quickening rhythm that brought her closer.
She has met lesbian couples before. She's even had the fantasy of having sex with her lesbian neighbors after that one time they came over for a barbecue. But this couple is different. They aren't just lesbians, and Rachel strokes her clit faster, oh oh, she's getting so excited. So close.
