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In the light of day I felt embarrassed at what we'd done. I felt just like a slut having screwed my guy in front of others. At first I couldn't see how I could face Carmen and Peter after that, but Carmen was still my running partner, and we continued to run together every evening when I was at home alone without Jeff, so it didn't take me too long to get comfortable around her again. We no longer discussed any sex-related stuff, and I pushed the peeping incident into the back of my mind as having been just one of those things...
Well, I know better now.
You see, I have an "experimental" outlook on life. I also have an active imagination, which includes things sexual. I guess the unusual and kinky excite me more than they do most women. Its always been that way for me, as far back as I can remember.
The good part about it is that all my boyfriends have really liked that about me. The bad part is that sometimes I get talked into things that other women rightly walk away from.
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The topic of sex came back up last night. It was almost dark by the time Carmen and I finished our ten-mile run. We were doing our "cooling off" exercises in the front yard when she asked if we could use the computer to do a little cruising on the swinger sites.
Well, I enjoy looking at the various kinks these swinger- types advertise, and I didn't want to offend Carmen by playing the prude, so I agreed, but just for an hour or so because Jeff was coming over at eight o'clock. He and I had been apart all week, and I had special plans for him that evening.
We hurried up to my apartment, and Carmen turned on the computer while I went to take a shower. I was soaping up when the bathroom door opened and Carmen popped her head round. "Hey, Krissy, how about you and Jeff having dinner with Peter and me tonight?"
I opened the shower door slightly and looked out, intending to say that Jeff and I planned to dine at Raffia's Place in town, but my answer stuck in my throat.
Carmen was standing in the doorway, completely naked.
When I regained control of my voice, I exclaimed, "Carmen, what are you up to out there?!"
"Nothing. I just thought we could take a shower together. It'll give us more time at the keyboard." She walked in pulled the shower door from my grip, then stepped into the tub next to me. I felt very embarrassed.
Yes, I know we'd had sex not two weeks before, but I really hadn't planned on making a habit of it; in fact, I was still a little freaked from the earlier experience.
I'd already started to protest when Carmen placed a finger on my lips and said "Shush!" I looked into her beautiful eyes (Carmen looks very much like a young Lauren Bacall. No, she really does.) and felt myself coming under her influence again. It's funny, but only a moment before I had been busily washing my body, thinking of nothing in particular, and now here I was, standing open to my friend with my legs trembling, prepared to let her do as she pleased with me.
I watched the water running down her lovely breasts and thought: "Life is strange." After that all I could think about was the feel of her lips wrapped around my left nipple as she sucked it in to her warm, moist mouth. God, it felt good!
The water was cascading down onto both of us now, and Carmen's auburn hair was sopping wet as she bent over my breasts. I remember thinking that I mustn't get my hair wet, or I wouldn't be able to go with Jeff to dinner.
It was as if Carmen had read my mind, because she twisted us round into the full spray of the showerhead, and pressed me against the wall. The jet of water came straight down on me, and my hair very quickly became plastered to my head.
Now completely soaked, there was nothing to hold me back, and I began to feel heat building inside me, an excitement I usually only experience with Jeff when we make love. I hadn't planned this, but the contact with this sexy older woman was driving me crazy.
She began pressing down on my shoulders with her hands. I didn't know what she wanted from me, so I resisted until she told me to "sit." (My shower is one of those inserts that have a built-in tub with surround, and this particular model has a seat formed at the back inside corner.)
Not knowing what else to do, I let her direct me into a sitting position facing her. My face was now at the same level as her pussy, and I could see rivulets of water running down her flat stomach, beading up on her furry little strip of trimmed pubic hair. Was I expected to do something to her? Did I want to? I was confused, but her dewy pubes did look rather sexy.
Her pussy now disappeared from my line of sight, to be replaced by her lovely face. She was kneeling in front of me, pushing my legs apart, while water continued to rain down on us as if we were in a summer rainstorm.
I looked on as she bent her head down between my legs, and jumped when her warm tongue began tickling my clit. I was amazed that she was able to home in on it, without any preamble, straight to my pleasure nub. It felt fantastic! I'd never had any similar experience before.
Carmen knew exactly how to excite my body, and every move she made with her tongue drove me higher than I had been the moment before. One moment her tongue was playing over my clit, the next it was delving between my pussy lips to wiggle inside me. She really knew her stuff!
Just before my orgasm hit I realized that she had been playing my body like an instrument. I had no control over the sensations she had brought on me, and I blushed to realize that she had taken me to a higher pitch of arousal than sex with Jeff ever had.
I lay back against the wall, quietly moaning, quite unable to stop myself from coming. The water was beating down on my swollen nipples, and battering my contracting stomach muscles as I came on Carmen's tongue.
Within a few moments the pleasure sensations had become so intense that I begged her to stop. She wouldn't, though, and kept up the tongue torture while I squirmed around in a vain attempt to escape.
At last I slipped off the shower seat onto the floor of the stall, which had the effect of pulling Carmen's mouth away from my screaming clit. I was breathing so hard that when she brought her mouth to mine, I had either to pull away from her or be smothered. I rolled into a fetal position on the shower floor, instinctively covering my crotch so she couldn't do anything else to me; I needed time to recover.
Finally Carman must have realized that I'd had enough, she reached up and turned off the shower before lying down beside me on the shower floor. "Krissy, I don't think I've ever seen anyone come so strongly; you were beautiful." She hugged me, but I still couldn't speak, so we lay there for a few minutes in silence.
After a while I sat up. I felt I had to get away from Carmen before she turned me into a lesbian or something. I had enjoyed our sex too much. She'd totally controlled me, body and soul, and that really bothered me. No, it frightened me!
"Carmen, we have to get dressed! Jeff'll be here soon, and I don't want him seeing us like this!" I hoped she'd accept that, and maybe even return to her own apartment.
However, she could read me like a book and realized that I was uncomfortable with the thoughts she'd helped put into my mind.
"Krissy, don't feel bad about what we just did. It's called swinging. It doesn't mean that you're queer; just about everybody who swings does the same. You're a natural, you know. You should try the full monty; you'd love it, and so would Jeff; I'm sure of it. You know, I was disappointed when you covered our peephole, and it's been so frustrating being around you and Jeff all the time, just knowing that you guys would make perfect partners."
"And yes, I do know that you considered it, but rejected the idea because Peter and I have had so many lovers. But I assure you, we're perfectly safe. With AIDS tests and condoms, it's safer than armature dating."
I was staring at her large, erect, dusky-colored nipples while she was explaining that I wasn't queer, and that the swinger life-style was as natural and easy as a walk in the park, when Jeff walked in!
"Shit!" I mumbled under my breath when I saw my man, wide-eyed, standing in the doorway. His mouth was open as he stared disbelievingly at us.
We were still sitting on the shower floor, naked; Carmen's arm was draped around my shoulders, and the fingers of one hand were making little circles on my stomach.
I jumped up and tried to cover myself. Carmen, however, just leant back, supporting her body on hands exposing herself to Jeff.
I was just grabbing my robe when I turned to see her smiling at Jeff, and slowly parting her legs for him. I was suddenly angry with her. How dare she flirt with my boyfriend! I realized that she was doing what she must have done hundreds of times before. She wanted to fuck Jeff, and she also wanted to line me up for her husband.
The thought excited me, in spite of myself. I knew I ought to say something to stop all this, but I didn't. Instead, I stood as if frozen, watching the scene. My handsome man, his long blonde curls resting on broad shoulders, stood quietly surveying Carmen.
Meanwhile she was sitting in front of him, with her strong, tanned legs spread wide, displaying her perfectly trimmed snatch, her bright-pink pussy lips were slightly open, exposing her core, and her clit was distended in obvious excitement.
I held my breath for what seemed forever, waiting to see what would happen next. I didn't have to wait long. To my surprise, Carmen got up from the shower floor and began dry off and then dressed. But even now she was putting on a show for Jeff.
I could see that he was bulging his pants, and so could she. It was so erotic to watch my man watching her. Still standing naked, just out of Jeff's line of sight, I was delirious with excitement.
As Carmen slipped on her T-shirt, she said: "Jeff, I hope you liked the show. I was just asking Krissy if you two would join Peter and me tonight for some sex, swinger- style. I'd really love to fuck you, and I mean that." She walked close by Jeff, fleetingly brushing his crotch with her hand as she passed, and came over to me.
Jeff swung around and saw me still naked, holding my robe in my hands. Carmen paused in front of me and said in a low voice: "Do think about it, Kristen. I've got to have some excitement or I'll go crazy in this little village. I promise you it will be quite safe, and a lot of fun."
That said, she leaned in close, gripping my wet hair, and began a long, deep french-kiss. She made me part my lips, then sucked her tongue into my mouth. In no time I was panting for breath. Then Carmen stepped back and, winking at Jeff, and strolled out of the room.