I couldn’t believe I was about to go down on a woman!

Till that night I’d never thought about it — if it was even something I wanted to do. But I’d run into Jill in a bar where I was drinking after catching my husband of 20 years in flagrante with a bimbo half our age. When Jill asked if I wanted to come to her place, I said, “Sure.”

Now we were in her bedroom naked. While I stood near the bed, she arrayed herself on her back, knees raised, legs wide apart — just the way I wanted her! I knelt at the foot of the bed between her feet and gazed at her shining pussy. I held her knees apart so I could enjoy the sight. Glancing up, I saw lustful anticipation on her face. She wanted it too!

I stretched out between her legs, enthralled by her musky scent. I shivered as my face came closer, and I stared at her smooth folds and pink entrance. I slid my arms under her thighs and gripped her hips, edging forward until my tongue just made contact. I ran it along the inside of her labia — up one side, down the other. She flinched each time it skated over her clit.

I pressed my tongue into her, tasting her. She tasted as good as she smelled. All hesitation gone, I nuzzled my face in her wet pussy and pushed my tongue in as far as I could. Her hips began to rise and fall, and her hands clasped mine. I licked the full length of her pussy until I reached her clit. At first I just ran the tip of my tongue around the tip of her button, but soon I took to licking her hard, making her jerk and gasp. I took her button between my teeth, biting gently and flicking my tongue against the tip.

Her movements became more intense and more erratic until her hips bucked and her fingertips gripped my hands. Her moans gave way to gasps and groans. Guttural sounds from the back of her throat grew louder and louder. Twisting her fingers in my hair, she pulled me harder into her crotch and at the same time pushed herself into my face.

Her orgasm was violent. She growled, and her pelvis jerked and shuddered. Her fingers tore at my hair, and her legs wrapped around my hips, pinning me to her pussy. I lost contact with her pussy, and she just rubbed herself hard against my mouth, covering my face with her juices and making me gasp for breath.

Slowly her hold on my head slackened. Her hands lost their grip and her legs dropped away. As she lay shuddering and panting, I was able to take a proper breath for the first time since she had grabbed my hair. Not that I’d minded, but now I could look up at her face and smile at its look of worn-out delight. She saw me looking up and gave me a washed-out smile.

For a few seconds we just gazed at each other, her looking down over her heaving chest and me still lying between her legs.

She said softly, “Will you kiss me?”

“My face is wet,” I had to remind her, hoping she wouldn’t mind.

“I know,” she said, and held out her arms to me.

Our first kiss was short, just a soft, sweet meeting of mouths, which I pulled away from when I thought she needed to breathe. We looked at each other and quickly did it again, this time lasting a little longer before I ended it.

“A real kiss,” she demanded, frustrated.

“That’s better,” she said breathlessly. “You taste good.” She broke into giggles. “Or maybe I taste good, I’m not sure which.”

I had been introduced to love with a woman, and was amazed how much I liked the experience. I was still horny as hell. I was lying on top of her, taking most of my weight on my elbows, the way a man would. I couldn’t resist squirming around to get the most intimate feel I could, wanting to feel her hard nipples pressing against my nipples, engorged and sensitive. I even felt her mound on top of my thigh, and couldn’t help but press my leg onto her. She gasped and moaned and pushed back, clasping her hands around me, moving continuously, licking and gasping with pleasure.

Suddenly I realized that my leg was between hers, and her leg had slipped between mine. Her knee was raised and her thigh was pressed against my pussy. It already felt nice, but then she began to thrust up, deliberately rubbing her pussy on my leg. It felt wonderful! I responded by moving my hips too, so our legs and pussies rubbed together.

We held each other tight, rising and falling in sync, thrusting harder as we came closer to climax. I hoped we might come together. “Are you close?” I gasped.

“Yes,” she replied, “but don’t hold back.”

I couldn’t hold back! My fingers and toes began to curl, and that gorgeous heat started to spread out from my pussy. I pushed against her leg, feeling my clit chafing on her thigh. It ripped through me like a tidal wave. While I was still peaking, she came too, crushing her pussy on my thigh.

I’m not sure whose climax subsided first. But after we calmed down we kissed tenderly. It may have been my first experience of “lesbian love,” but it didn’t feel like anything but plain old love.