Don’t get me wrong — I still love nothing more than a nice, fat cock in my pussy.

But I recently had my first experience with a woman, and it was one of the most sexually satisfying events of my life.

I’m a saleswoman covering a certain territory of the country, and the boss likes to team us up with other salespeople for big presentations. So I found myself in a strange city with Dana, who was fairly new to the company. We flew in from separate airports, met for a quick lunch, went over our proposal (which we had done over the phone and Skype several times) and then made our pitch in the afternoon. When it was accepted, we were overjoyed and had a celebratory dinner, with several drinks.

Dana is a very attractive woman, with dark, shoulder-length hair and bangs. Her eyes are dark brown, and she has a dazzling smile. In her mid-30s, she keeps in excellent shape. In contrast, I’m a tall, lanky blue-eyed blonde with what has been many times called a kewpie-doll face.

While we were at dinner we got to talking about our personal lives. I had just gone through a divorce and was starting to feel comfortable dating again. Dana mentioned that she had also recently broken up with someone, whom she called Bobby. But then as she explained the situation to me I thought I caught a feminine pronoun.

“Excuse me,” I said, with a bit of a buzz. “Bobby? Short for Robert?”

She laughed merrily and said, “No, Bobbi, with an ‘i.’”

It must have been the wine talking because I blurted out, “You’re a lesbian? You don’t look like a lesbian!”

I instantly realized what an offensive remark that was and started to apologize. She smiled sweetly and said, “It’s okay. I thought everybody knew. And just what does a lesbian look like, anyway? I’ve always wondered.”

She accepted my apology gracefully, and we switched topics. But of course I couldn’t help but see her in a whole new light. I like my men strong and rough, but Dana was soft and feminine — and I couldn’t help but picture her in sexual situations. I was getting hot and bothered, and I was surprised by my reaction to such thoughts.

I think Dana picked up on my interest, because when we stood in the hallway outside our rooms, which were next to each other, things got very quiet. She asked me, “Do you want to come in?” I nodded, and she took my chin in her hands and drew me to her for a sweet kiss. She then led me into her room.

“Have you ever done this before?” Dana asked as she sat on the bed. I shook my head no, too nervous to speak. “Are you sure you want do this? Because I sure do. You are very sexy.”

I felt myself blush and again could only nod. She patted the space beside her on the bed, and I sat next to her. She wrapped her arms around me, and this time our kiss involved tongues, as hers darted between my lips and entwined with mine. I felt a rush of adrenaline course through me, from my pussy right up to my scalp.

I’ve always liked kissing, especially the French variety, but kissing a woman was so much different than kissing a man. She was so soft, so dainty, yet I felt the passion within her as her tongue snaked against mine. Her skin was soft, too. Being used to the rough texture of the male body, I was really enjoying how her satiny flesh felt to my touch.

Dana broke the kiss, stood and undressed. I was enraptured as she revealed her body. She did a little peek-a-boo, turning her back to me as she unsnapped her bra. She spun around, arms covering her breasts. Then she dropped the arm, and I looked at her beauties, which were C-cups with small, pert nipples. She shimmied out of her panties, giving me a clear view of her smooth, shaved pussy.

Laying back on the bed, her fingers caressing my arm, she said, “Your turn.” I stood and nervously removed my clothes. I flashed back to when I stripped for the first time before a man, and once again felt self-conscious about my figure. But those feelings disappeared quickly. Dana drank me in as I disrobed, lightly playing with one of her nipples while she watched me. She gazed at me avidly, her eyes roaming over my curves. I could tell from her expression that she was pleased by what she saw. When I was finally nude, I got into bed beside her.

“She lapped up my pussy juice and then buried her face in me.”

Knowing what to do, she took charge. She wrapped me in a hug and kissed my lips, ears and neck. She worked down to my breasts as I moaned, delighting in the contrast in the way her lips felt on me compared to a man’s. Her touch was feather light, teasing, and made my pussy wet. Then she got a devilish look in her eye and softly bit my nipple, just hard enough to send a shock through me and make me jerk. Then she resumed sucking my tit, her fingers dancing against my stomach and getting closer to my aching cunt. I arched my back and writhed with unabashed bliss. The pleasure was almost too much to take.

Finally, her fingers found my wet pussy and made little circles around my clit. Her touch was perfect — not too light, not too soft. I felt my arousal soaring with each rotation. Her fingers continued to tease me as her mouth moved to my other breast and my pussy flowed with honey. I told her I needed her fingers inside my cunt. But she had other ideas.

She pulled back and began kissing a line right down my breastbone to my stomach. “God, you smell so good,” she whispered, and then began kissing my pubic bone, her fingers tracing patterns against my thighs. Then, finally, her tongue swiped along my slit, and I let out a gasp. She ran the tip around my opening but purposely avoided my clit, making me even more desperate than I already felt. She lapped up my pussy juice and then buried her face in me, her tongue slipping inside and her nose pressed into my pubic hair. My hips beat an anxious rhythm against the mattress, wanting more of her lips, more of her tongue — more of everything.

As Dana’s tongue went into overdrive, I knew I wouldn’t last long. When my writhing and bucking became too wild, she locked her arms around my hips to ground herself and went along for the ride. I had the most explosive orgasm I can remember having, seeing stars as my climax burst and I was flooded with intense ecstasy. After the waves of pleasure finally ceased, I collapsed on the bed, and Dana slid up next to me, kissing me on the lips so I could taste myself on hers.

We lay like that for a while when I regained my wits and began caressing her. I leaned over and studied her nipple, lightly grazing it, the first female nipple beside my own I had ever touched. She smiled and encouraged me, so I took her nub between my lips and sucked on it. The act felt so strange and wonderful, but Dana let me know I was doing right by her, cooing and running her fingers through my hair.

When she was ready for something different, she winked at me and rolled over onto her stomach. I got on top of her and kissed the back of her neck, rubbing my mound against the small of her back. She told me to kiss her back and work my way down, and I was happy to oblige. I kissed her shoulder blades while tentatively massaging her ass cheeks. She liked this, and I responded by rubbing her butt harder. Somehow I got the idea to give her a little slap on the behind, and she gasped delightedly.

I don’t know how long it took me to find my way between her legs, but before long, there I was, with my face inches away from her asshole and cunt. I had never seen a pussy up close before. I mean, I’ve never taken a good look at my own, so Dana’s was my first. For a moment or two I merely studied her, noting the color of her labia and how her flesh folded, like a curtain about to be parted before a magnificent stage show. I tentatively reached out and caressed her lips, which made her inhale sharply.

She lifted her hips and I zoomed in, inhaling her pleasant aroma. I know how I like my pussy treated so I did the same with her, pulling her labia apart with my fingers, applying my lips to her opening, and then sucking. Her sweet nectar gushed. I let her succulent warmth flow over my tongue, her mouth-watering flavor making me feel alive.

I ate her out, certainly not with the finesse she showed me, but she seemed to enjoy my attention. As I worked, she rocked backward against me and thrashed about. Her excitement fed my own, motivating me to continue. Changing my technique, I slid my index finger into her moist cavern, loving the way her velvety walls hugged my digit. She groaned at the intrusion and begged, “More!” so I inserted another and then another. She was building to a climax so I finger-banged her with vigor and felt her pussy clamp around my digits as she came loudly.

Afterward, we snuggled for a while, and she spent some time exploring my long legs with her tongue and fingers. I was getting pretty aroused again and told her so. She took me by the hand, and we went into the bathroom, where there was a Jacuzzi. She filled it with warm water, and we got in for some wet-and-wild play. Feeling my confidence grow, I rubbed her cunt with more finesse, making her climax quickly. She returned the favor — and shocked me — when she made me come by rubbing her big toe against my clit, which I found to be a novel — yet thrilling — experience.

I didn’t see my hotel room until the next morning, when I packed my bag. We spent the night together in her bed, nude, with our arms around each other. Then we parted ways, heading back to our respective home cities. We haven’t seen each other since, but we’re due to meet up at a sales conference next month. She’s bringing her strap-on dildo and promised me that my second time will be even hotter than the first!

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