Girl's Night Out

Friday was my big night out with Lori (my former crazy hairdresser) and a few of her friends. It was a fun night and very satisfying, to say the least.

Of course, I had nothing to wear, so I HAD to go shopping. I took a cue from my daughter Katie and went with all black. I had a sleeveless black top that showed a little too much cleavage. It almost looked like I was wearing some kind of lingerie. Downstairs I wore a dark blue thong, nude pantyhose, and a relatively plain, but tight, black skirt. Even though the skirt itself wasn't anything special, it had a nice slit up one side that revealed just the right amount to put bad ideas in someone's head. I finished it all off with a pair of black open-toe, kitten-heeled shoes with sparkly accents. I was ready to par-tay!

But first a nap...

Okay! Now it's time to paaaar-tay! I made the almost two-hour drive out to Lori's apartment, left my car at her place, and let her drive. We met her friends for a light dinner and drinks first. They were all very nice, and strange, and funny. Two of them were moms, so that made me feel a little less like the odd one out. I forced myself not to talk about my beautiful little grandson, not wanting to remind everyone that I was a granny. After dinner, we headed over to the bar where their favorite DJ was doing his thing.

There wasn't much going on when we first arrived. Plenty of people and the music was playing, but no one was dancing. I was happy to see it was a more 'mature' crowd. I had been dreading a pack of sexy young girls going wild - which would have been fun to watch - but I was able to relax and feel like I was fitting in. About twenty minutes after we arrived the DJ put on some 70s disco and Lori dragged us out onto the small dance floor. We were the only ones out there for a good minute or so, but by halfway through the song there were about a dozen people 'dancing.' (Sorry, I'm no Solid Gold Dancer myself, but it seems like 83% of white people just can't get it together on the dance floor). Other than a few bathroom and drink breaks, we were practically non-stop after that. The DJ was good and every time we were ready to go sit down he'd play something that forced us to dance just 'one more song.'

I ended up 'dirty dancing' with Lori and two of her friends several times over the course of the night (Jess wasn't having any of that). It was the best public foreplay I've had in ages! By the end of the night, I was hot, sweaty, and extremely horny. Lori drove us back to her place, and I told her that I was too buzzed to drive yet (which I wasn't). She invited me in so I could sober up some, and I felt my heart pitter-pattering with anticipation.

Once inside she offered me a glass of wine (which I thought was rather sly of her). I opted for iced tea, but she had a glass of Zinfandel. I told her that I was dying to get out of my hose and skirt and asked if I could borrow a pair of sweatpants or something. She went off to her bedroom and came back wearing a skimpy little pink pajama set that was just shorts and a tank top. She handed me a pair of grey yoga pants.

I'm sure she expected me to go into the bathroom to change, but as we chatted I dropped my skirt, peeled off my pantyhose, and pulled down my thong right there in the living room as she sat on the sofa watching. I picked everything up off the floor folded it nice and neat then stacked it on a side table. I took off my lacy shirt, leaving me in just the thin black top. Only then did I slip on the yoga pants. From the rosy flush high up on Lori's chest I could tell what she was thinking.

The trick is I've been sort of playing this as if I'm the conservative married lady who has always been a little curious about what it would be like to be with another woman but was never adventurous enough to try it. From when Lori and I first had lunch a few weeks back I sensed that she was tentatively trying to figure out if she could seduce me. I wanted to stay on that track and let her have the pleasure of being the one to 'corrupt' me. I knew what a thrill it would be for her, and I was very much enjoying being the prey rather than the predator. Despite this, I had to make sure I gave her every signal that she was cleared for a landing. The last thing I wanted was for her to have any reason to back off.

We sat on the sofa and continued talking, mostly gossiping about her friends we had spent the evening with. When she complained about how her shoes had made her feet hurt I quickly offered a massage. I had her put her feet in my lap and I began rubbing them for her as the conversation continued. She quickly finished off her glass of wine and poured another. She was practically orgasmic over how good her foot massage was feeling. I told her what beautiful legs she has, and slid my hand up to massage her shapely calves. She got a little quiet at that point. I looked up and could almost see her trying to figure out how to make a move without freaking me out. Little did she know there was nothing she could do that wouldn't work with me.

I decided to help her out by turning the topic to sex. My sweet Katie-bear came in handy for this. I mentioned that my daughter was living it up in Boston, and how I'm amazed at how casual young people are these days about sex. I told her that Katie had probably been with as many girls as guys since she'd started going to school and that I was a bit jealous about how open and liberated her generation is about it all. Lori seized on that opportunity and told me again about the threesome she'd had in Florida and what the experience was like to be sexual with another woman. After that, she got up the courage to make her play.

She told me how different it felt to kiss a woman. She fixed me with her most seductive look and confessed that she'd been wanting to kiss me all night. I made some self-deprecating remarks about her being able to find someone younger than me for that and did my best to blush. Lori put her glass aside and crawled toward me across the length of the sofa. She was taking a huge risk, as far as she knew, and my whole body was electric with the sexual charge of the moment. She was about to take that huge leap of faith, not knowing the outcome for sure, and attempt to cross that terrifying threshold of desire. There's nothing in life better than those moments.

I let her come to me. She paused inches from my face and looked into my eyes searching for acceptance. She must have seen what she needed to because seconds later her lips were on mine. It was tense and a little awkward at first. But once I eased back on the cushions and let her settle her body on top of me, she was able to relax and it all became right. We made out like that for maybe three or four minutes. Neither of us saying anything, our tongues busy exploring each other's mouth, our bodies getting comfortable together. I was tempted to begin exploring with my hands, but I waited for her to take the lead. She must have been feeling the same urge because soon after this thought her hand played lightly up and down my bare arm. With each caress, she went higher until her fingers tickled over the spot just below my collarbone. She wanted my tits.

I waited eagerly for her to go for it. It was almost another minute before her touch brushed one of my breasts. I reacted by slightly thrusting my chest toward her. Her hand came back, a bit bolder this time, and touched my breast again. This time she didn't try to make it seem accidental - this was clearly intentional. I gave her a hint of a moan, and she responded by giving my tit a gentle squeeze. This was really going to happen - game on!

Lori's fingertips played around the top edge of the satiny fabric. Without taking her lips away from mine she whispered, "Is this okay?" It probably would have been better if she hadn't asked permission, but it was adorable that she did. I just nodded and sucked lightly on her tongue. She slid my top down and just like that my tits were out. Her hands were all over them. Cupping, rubbing, squeezing. She tweaked my nipples and apparently became instantly captivated by how long they were. It wasn't long before her head dropped down there and she began sucking my tits. Meanwhile, I took my chance to grope her for the first time.

Lori has nice, firm B-cup breasts. They made a perfect handful. I got tingles all over my body as soon as I touched them. No matter how many women I've felt up over the course of my life, there's something magical about that first intimate encounter with a new pair of breasts (or butt cheeks, or pussy lips). Lori pulled off her tank top and gave me full access to her bare tits. After a little more groping, she lifted herself up and offered me a nipple. I gratefully took it. She has tiny little ones, not much bigger than dimes, but boy could they get good and hard. I tried to act like it wasn't something I had just been doing with my daughter the weekend before, but based on her happy moans I don't think she was paying too close attention to that sort of thing.

After I had suckled both her pert little nips, she lay back on top of me and we resumed our make-out session. This time, with our naked boobs pressed together between us. Our hands were all over each other, but neither one of us had yet ventured 'down there.' Again, I wanted to let her set the pace.

"This is so sexy," she breathed. "I want you so bad."

I responded by pulling her tighter against me.

"You're feeling okay with this?" Lori asked nervously. Our eyes locked and I told her yes. "Do you want to go into the bedroom?" she asked.

This was code for 'Do you want to have a full-on, lesbo sex party?' I know this will come as a shock to you, but I said, "Let's go!"

She left the lights on in the living room, but turned off the bedroom light, leaving us just enough illumination to see the good stuff without too much detail. Lori pulled the yoga pants off of me and then stripped out of her pajama shorts. We embraced on her bed, kissing and rubbing ourselves together. There were plenty of goosebumps to go around. When she got brave enough to tuck her hand between my legs I just about lost it.

She played with my pussy - it reminded me of when Katie first touched me there with her inexperienced fingers. I loved it. Everything was so raw and new. The smells, the sensations, the nervous giggles in the dark. It was simply perfect.

With this being our first time together, we didn't do anything outrageously kinky. Lori eventually made her way downtown and licked my pussy. I didn't come that time, though I was close. I then returned the favor and went down on her. God, she smelled fantastic. That intoxicating mix of perfume, and sweat, and musky feminine sex was almost enough to make me cry tears of pure joy. I started with some purposefully clumsy moves, then soon went into my more practiced pussy-eating mode. Needless to say, I had her coming on my face in no time. It was hard to see in the dim light, but it felt like she had these nice thick, meaty inner lips. Yum!

We made out some more, sucked each other's nipples, she went down on me again - this time making me come. We lay next to each other just touching and tickling. She wanted to rub our pussies together, so we did that for a bit. We fingered one another and fingered ourselves. I masturbated to orgasm while she watched, and then she did the same for me. Lori asked me to make her come again with my mouth, and I was happy to oblige. We then cuddled up (with her hand on my pussy) and fell asleep together in her bed.

I woke up to her playing with my clit, which was a wonderful start to the morning. After a quick emotional check-in to be sure no one was feeling weird or having regrets, we took a shower and got right back into bed. There was more fingering, licking, sucking, and coming - then breakfast. I borrowed something to wear so I wouldn't have to do 'the walk of shame' from her apartment to my car, and we shared a nice long kiss at the door when I left.

My husband Don was waiting for me when I got back. I had told him not to expect me home the night before, so he knew what most likely happened. I filled him in on all the dirty details and he fucked me like a beast for the next hour! My pussy was exhausted, but happier than she's been in a while. I love it when he loses control and goes crazy on me like that. Last night we had a very similar sex session, with me telling him how Lori had sucked my pussy as my horny hubby pounded his cock into my cunt from behind.

Lori called later that day and asked if I wanted to go “dancing” with her again next weekend. I told her I’d love to, but only if she could get one of her friends to join us…and I didn’t mean on the dancefloor!

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