And From Nowhere She Came

“No worries, it happens,” I told her outside the
playschool. That was the first time we met. Her son and
my daughter had had a fight, just a kiddie thing,
nothing to worry about.

She invited me for coffee and I accepted readily. We
chatted and laughed the whole morning. I noticed a
thrill running through me every time we stood close or
accidentally brushed past each other, I put it down to
the relief and fun of finding a friend in a new area.

Every morning we dropped the kids off and went to
Caroline’s for coffee, it was a great friendship. We
spent our time helping each other with the mundane
tasks around the house and garden, and shared the car
for the weekly shop. I loved the feeling I had when we
were together. And the feeling was growing; it was
almost a feeling of excited anticipation. Anticipation
of what I wasn’t sure!

One particular morning, whilst sharing coffee and chat,
seemed to be the turning point. The sun was shining and
the kids were running in and out of the garden.
Caroline’s twin tub was slogging its heart out with the
pressure of the family’s wash day. So hard was it
working that it began its weekly dance across the
kitchen floor.

With laughing eyes Caroline shouted to me to sit on it
to keep it still. I jumped up into the machine with
tears of laughter and added my weight to the washing,
this seemed to do the job but the vibrations were
having the desired results. Caroline picked up on this
immediately and told me to budge up and give her a bit
of room.

The closeness sent shivers through my body. We giggled
like a couple of teenage girls and made the obligatory
remarks about wishing our husbands could give us as
much pleasure. It was at this childish, giggly moment
that our eyes met. For a fleeting moment we were
silent, for a split second intense.

The intensity was shattered by the kids tearing through
the kitchen on their mission for toys. The looks
between us turned from a deep meaningful moment to more
of a ‘come on then’ glint and the scene for the next
few months was set!

The days rolled into weeks and the weeks into months.
Every opportunity we chatted and spent time together,
at every opportunity we touched. It could be the
briefest of touches, brushing an arm, a hug hello or
goodbye, standing close in the kitchen making tea…the
closer we stood or sat the more intense the feeling.
Until one day after spending hours digging over the
garden in the rain, covered in mud we had the perfect
excuse to jump in the shower.

We laughed standing in the kitchen like a pair of
drowned rats, stripping down to our undies and
shivering as the rain dripped from our hair down our
backs and over our breasts. Caroline’s nipples
protruded through her bra, they were so hard, so
inviting. She took my hand and led me through to the
shower room, my heart leapt and I felt a warm rush
through my body.

We stepped into the shower, the water was hot and the
room already steamy. She looked beautiful, the water
pouring over her hair and gently cascading over her
body. Her breasts, so perfectly round and pert. A trim
waist with a flat stomach, leading to her soft blonde
pussy hair. I so wanted to touch her. She pulled me
closer and the hot water hit me. We kissed, a small
gentle kiss, and then we giggled again. Nerves playing
their part!

We took the soap between both our hands and slowly
lathered it up, I could resist no longer. I ran my
hands over her shoulders and down over her breasts, her
nipples jumped into life and she let out a quiet moan.
Our mouths met again and this time it was a long
lingering kiss whilst our hands explored each other’s
breasts and waists.

The pressure was on, we knew we didn’t have long to
spend in this ecstasy, Caroline’s husband and children
would be home very soon and mine would be expecting me.

I dropped to my knees, the water pouring off her body
and over my head. My tongue ran down her body and
across her tanned flat stomach. She grabbed my
shoulders and shuddered with delight. She parted her
legs in anticipation, I could see her lips swollen and
moist and ready, she smelt so hot.

I worked my way down with my tongue, slowly, until I
was breathing hot breath over her lips. She opened her
legs further to let me in. With the tip of my tongue I
flicked at her clit, she lent against the wall and
steadied herself by holding the shelf. Her juices began
to flow and her taste filled my mouth. I ran my tongue
the full length of her pussy, her lips so swollen now
and her clit as hard as rock. I knew it wouldn’t be
long before she came.

I slipped my fingers into her, she moaned and pushed
her hips towards me to gain the full length of my
slender fingers. I increased the pressure on her clit
and for a split second she fell silent before she let
out a scream of pleasure and a gush of warm cum down my
fingers.

I looked up and smiled with a glint of satisfaction in
my eyes and she smiled back with a small chuckle.

After a few minutes of kissing a stroking we washed and
stepped out of the shower and back into our lives of
domesticity.

Life carried on as normal including my sex life with my
husband but I could feel the difference in their touch,
hers being so much softer, not softer in a submissive
type of way… just softer somehow. I’m sure he never
noticed my mind being elsewhere!

Caroline and I shared as much time as possible together
without it seeming too obvious. Some days we had time
to kiss and touch each other in the intimate fashion we
so desired but others were filled with frustration due
to our husbands or children being there.

The frustration sometimes working for us, leading to
sexual anticipation and urgent moments stolen in quiet
corners, cumming silently with her hand over my mouth
or with her face pressed into a pillow whilst she was
bent over the bed that we were upstairs stripping for
the wash!

Our husbands never really hit it off which made it
quite difficult to spend time together during the
weekends and I believe they were becoming suspicions.
Nothing was ever said to either one of us but things
weren’t as comfortable as they had been.

Then without any previous mention of it Caroline told
me her husband wanted to return to his hometown in
Scotland and they were gone within weeks. No forwarding
address or phone number, no long goodbyes for us.

The hot tightening in my stomach remained with me for
years when I thought about our days of sexual
electricity and I thank her still for my first girl on
girl experience it’s led to so much fun in my life…Oh
how much I could have missed out on 😉