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Archive name: third.txt (F/f-teen, voy)
Authors name: Sally from Idaho (Anonymous)
Story title : My Third Experience: More Than Curious

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The sun was bright and caused me to squint as I looked 
past Johnny's head. I could see the sweat beaded across 
his shoulder. He pulled back and we looked into each 
other's eyes. He knew he was pleasuring me greatly...

My pelvis was tilted forward because we were on the 
beach. The mound of sand under my lower body was 
unyielding and caused our angle to be different than 
ever before. The angle caused him to have pres-sure 
against my g-spot. This was a totally new sensation for 
me and was absolutely heaven. I could feel the sun 
warmly shining on my thighs. They were spread wide on 
the blanket we had laid upon the sand. Johnny had 
pushed my bikini top up over my firm breasts. My 
nipples are almost always erect and they brushed 
roughly against John's chest as he pressed close to me 
after every thrust.

"Ooohhhhhhhh..." Johnny had again slowly thrust the 
head of his cock against my g-spot and the spasm 
shuttered through my body. My bikini bottom was still 
gripped in my left hand from when I had desperately 
pulled it free. I had both my hands on Johnny's cheeks, 
guiding his speed as he slowly thrust in and out - 
stopping him each time another orgasm poured warm 
surges through my legs.. Johnny was wonderful at 
following my lead... He was very sensitive to my 
desires and aware of all of my urgings. "Ooohhhhhhh..." 
Again I guided him as he worked inside me...

			*

I had been lying in bed thinking about my trip to 
Kauai. Johnny and I had spent two weeks exploring the 
island, spending most of our time on the huge beach on 
the northwest coast. The beach is 17 miles long and 
hundreds of feet wide. Some days we never saw anyone 
else - had the place entirely to ourselves. We took 
every opportunity to explore the island...and each 
other. This was the summer after my senior year in high 
school. I was 17, a fully developed curvy thing of 
5'4", 35/22/33. My mother had smartly put me on the 
pill (of course to control my cycle! >giggle<) and my 
normal C cup was straining to accommodate me. I filled 
out a bikini very well in those days (still do as a 
matter of fact...).

My grandfather had given the trip to me as a graduation 
pre-sent. It was a wonderful trip that I will never 
forget. I was a young girl in fairy tale land...
 
  			*

As I was lying there in the dark, my hand down in my 
panties helping with my memories, I saw a light come on 
in the house next door. That was curious since I 
thought the house was empty.

I moved over and looked down into the lighted window 
through restless branches in the trees. My parent's 
house was perched on a hill. The neighbor's house was 
also on the hill, but set lower down. I could see a 
woman's figure near the window. I quickly knelt back 
away from my window for fear that she would see me 
peering down at her.

As I edged back up to the window, I saw a beautiful 
woman standing in the room wearing a stark, gray 
business suit. She looked to be in her late twenties or 
early thirties, jet-black hair and about my height. 
There were several packing boxes on the floor, most of 
which were still taped shut. She took off her jacket 
and laid it on the bed. She had on a pink silk blouse, 
which was semi-transparent. Her breasts were large and 
I could just make out the outline of her nipples 
beneath the material of the blouse. She removed the 
blouse. She wore a pink camisole with thin little 
straps and no bra.

I gasped as she reached and pulled the camisole over 
her head, her breasts stood high and firm with almost 
no sag. They were very round and full, not pointed at 
all and the nipples were quite large and a very dark 
ruby color. She stood looking at herself in the tall 
full-length mirror. Very slowly she moved her hands to 
the underside of her breasts, closed her eyes and began 
to massage and gently pull at them. Every once in 
awhile, her hands would move to her nipples and she 
would roll them gently between her fingers. I was 
getting excited at the sight of this woman caressing 
herself. I was already wet from playing with myself 
while thinking about Johnny's attributes. Thoughts of 
my old girlfriend Mandy quickly flashed before me. I 
had not thought about another female in quite some 
time, but this lady in the window was really arousing 
me. She was stunning.

As she continued to fondle herself, I slipped my hand 
into my panties again and slowly rotated my middle 
finger around and around my clitoris, sort of following 
the motion of her hands. I was having a hard time 
balancing myself as I knelt on the bed and stretched to 
see her. I got off the bed and went to my door and 
quietly locked it. I pulled off my robe and slid my 
panties off and left them lying on the floor. 
(Voyeurism is such a turn-on) Then I moved back to the 
window and saw that she was unbuttoning her skirt. She 
let it fall to the floor and reached over to pick it 
up. She had on white, shimmering brief type panties, a 
garter belt and natural colored stockings.

She moved out of my sight for a moment as she hung up 
the suit. She came back to the window, crossed over and 
turned on a small, dim bedside lamp, switching off the 
overhead light. It was very hard to see into the room 
now between the dimmed light and the ever-swaying 
branches, but I kept at it.

She pulled the covers down from the bed. I could see 
her out-line in contrast to the white sheets as the 
light reflected off her body. She lay back on the bed 
for a while. I saw her legs spread slightly. (It was 
very hard to see) Every once in awhile I would see one 
leg move from side to side or bend up. I could only 
imagine what she was doing - probably the same thing I 
was doing. I gave up trying to see down into the room. 
I lie back down on my bed and continued to roll my 
clitoris, back and forth, round and round. I pulled a 
pillow between my legs, pressed it to my chest and soon 
climaxed. "Ooohhh..."

I fell asleep, visions of Johnny and this new curiosity 
next door, her, then him, then her, mixing and 
ebbing...

 		*

I asked my mother the next morning about the new 
neighbor. She said that a couple had moved in a few 
days before. They were just renting and expected to 
stay about a year. He, Jim, was with the government and 
on assignment to the Far East. He would travel back and 
forth, normally two weeks at a time. She, Shelly, was 
an attorney, specializing in contract law with big 
corporations. She was in the process of interviewing. 
They had no children. My mother said they were invited 
to dinner tomorrow evening and that I should plan on 
being there. I looked forward to the meeting.

 		*

They showed up early and I was not ready, so I wound up 
making a "grand entrance" - something I hate to do. I 
am pretty shy.

Jim was average in height, trim and had great eyes. He 
was dressed comfortably in slacks, golf shirt and a 
cashmere sweater. His greeting was very warm. I could 
tell he was a nice guy. Shelly had a wonderful smile 
and great eyes also - very alert and penetrating. She 
looked very deeply into my eyes as we were introduced. 
She seemed bright but mischievous! Seeing her up close 
like that did nothing to diminish my first impression
was that she was stunning...but she also seemed 
genuine. She was wearing a silk pants suit with no sign 
of underwear.

After seeing her the other night, I was certain that 
there was no need for her to support anything! I looked 
over at my father. He was staring. I looked at my 
mother. She was staring! Ha! I'm sure my brother would 
have been drooling had he been there (he was away at 
graduate school taking one last summer class).

Throughout dinner we exchanged all of the family tales. 
They were most recently from the New England area and 
were glad not to have to spend another winter there. 

At one point my mother commented on the silk pants suit 
that Shelly was wearing. Shelly said that she had made 
it herself, that it was a hobby of hers and that she 
had a whole closet full of things she had done, or, at 
least she would have as soon as she could finish 
unpacking! I told her that I would love to see what she 
had made. 

She seemed to light up and said she would love to show 
them to me. She said that Jim was leaving for a short 
trip tomorrow and that she would love to have company 
as she finished un-packing. Her eyes sparkled and 
captivated me. We seemed to "click" and it seemed as 
though I had found a new friend. She was older of 
course, but so vibrant and exciting...

We finished dinner and Jim complained about having to 
get up early for his flight the next morning. They 
politely begged off dessert and left shortly afterward. 
I was also tired - still recovering from my Hawaii 
trip. I kissed Mom and Dad goodnight and headed to bed. 
I pulled off my clothes, grabbed a nightie and jumped 
into bed. Just as I leaned over to turn out the light, 
I saw the light go on in Jim and Shelly's bedroom. I 
quickly turned off my light...

Shelly was staring at Jim -- a huge smile on her face 
as she slowly unbuttoned her top. As I suspected, she 
was braless... her nipples stood out hard against the 
milky white of her beautiful, firm breasts. She reached 
behind her and worked at the back of her pants. Soon 
they fell to the floor. I was wrong there though. She 
had on a pair of silk dainty boxer shorts from material 
that looked like the same as the suit. The sight of her 
was getting me hot and I slipped my hand down and 
started to rub my clit, going a little further down to 
steal some of my quickening wetness for lubrication. I 
have always gotten ready very quickly and I flow 
heavily... sometimes causing sort of a problem with 
some of the smaller guys I have been with. This night 
was no exception - I was very wet, very quickly...

Jim came closer to her as she stood there in her 
sorties. She was cupping her breasts and slowly 
kneading them together and then apart, together, 
apart...her eyes glowing at him all the while. He had 
taken his sweater and shirt off and was undoing his 
trousers. 

He was sideways to me and it was obvious the effect she 
was having on him. I thought he said he was tired! I 
quickened my pace as he slid his pants down - it was he 
who did not have on underwear! His cock was very hard, 
standing straight up against his very bushy pubic hair. 
He was not exceedingly long, but was thicker, broader 
than any of the guys I had been with (which at that 
time was just a couple).

He stepped out of his pants and moved closer to her. 
She let her hands fall from her breasts to the sides of 
the shorties and slowly, and I mean slowly, inched them 
down over her hips. Oh - she was magnificent. I came 
for the first time as I saw the shorties drop from her 
hips and watched as she moved her hands quickly to her 
crotch and used the middle finger of each hand to press 
both of her pussy lips together. She spread her legs 
slightly and continued to press, then release her lips, 
press and release. I mimicked her action and my knees 
buckled as another orgasm flooded through my loins. 
"Ohhhhh..." my head started to swim and I settled back 
against the bed, kind of half sitting there as I 
continued to massage my clit, over and over and over 
again.

I slipped one hand down further and a finger found a 
very warm, wet place to work. I pushed my finger in 
deep and found my g-spot, the place that Johnny had 
discovered for me just a few days be-fore. I almost 
passed out as my finger found its mark - I was already 
very sensitive there and did not have to go through the 
"learning" that some of my girlfriends have told me 
about. I came once again and lay back on the bed and 
just held my hands still, pressing into my-self. All my 
nerves were raw. I could not move. I just lay there 
panting and pressing my hands against my pussy as I 
continued to come. The last thing I remember thinking 
about was the wet spot on the bed where my buttocks 
rested against the edge of the bed. Exhausted, I rolled 
onto the bed and quickly fell asleep with visions of 
Shelly and John dancing in my head.

 		*

I awoke sometime later and looked out the window. The 
night was clear and the stars were very bright since 
there was no moon. Their bedroom light was out and I 
couldn't see anything as I stared down into the window. 
As I turned to go to the bathroom I thought I saw 
someone move in the window. I stopped and stared, but 
saw nothing.

 		*

I was a little upset that I missed most of Jim and 
Shelly's escapade the night before, but realized that I 
must have been very tired from the trip back from 
Hawaii. I spent most of the next day shopping with my 
girlfriend - Kathy. We found a really cute dress that 
looked great on me but was just a little too big in the 
waist. It is hard for me to find things off-the-shelf 
that fit well, particularly then. I thought of Shelly. 
Maybe she could bring it in for me.

I took the dress with me when I went over to Shelly's 
that evening. I had taken quite awhile to get ready -- 
I wanted to look especially nice. Though I had kept my 
eye on other girls since my experiences with Mandy 
several months ago, I think that I had convinced myself 
that they were just curiosities that all girls go 
through. I do not believe I thought of myself as 
bisexual back then. I certainly did not think about it 
in reference to an "older woman". I just wanted to look 
nice because she was so beautiful.

I knocked on the door. No answer. Uh oh, did she 
forget? I had not seen her car when I got back from 
shopping. She had a 928S that was in the driveway when 
I left to go shopping that morning. I was very 
disappointed...I was so looking forward to spending the 
evening with her. Every time I thought of her I saw 
those big, bright eyes. I rang the bell. No answer. I 
was turning to leave when the door opened. She stood 
there in a huge bath towel that she had pulled around 
her front.

"Hi Sally! I was in the shower," she said with her eyes 
bright and full of life. "I was unpacking and just lost 
track of the time. Come on in and grab a couple of 
glasses and some wine." Everything she said seemed 
punctuated with vibrancy I had never known. I closed 
the door behind me. "It's in the dining room...what's 
that?" she motioned to the dress I was holding.

"Oh... I bought it today and was hoping that you might 
help me with it. It needs a little work."

"Sure. Bring it up with you," she said as she turned 
towards the hallway and simultaneously pointed toward 
the dining room. As she turned, I was presented with 
her naked backside. She had only pulled the towel 
across her front. As she went away, I could see her 
dainty, firm cheeks jiggle as she trotted off. She, 
like Mandy and myself, was very curvy through the hips 
with a low waist that melded with her hips in a very 
gentle, even way. "OK..." I said catching my breath.

I lost sight of her as she went down the hallway to the 
stairs. I looked around at the foyer and went into the 
living room. The furniture was contemporary, very 
stylish and obviously expensive. It looked so much 
better than the oriental motif that the previous owners 
had used. There were pictures and boxes propped against 
all the walls. She still had a lot left to do. A stereo 
was on and playing fairly loud jazz. I crossed to the 
large dining room and saw a case of wine sitting on the 
floor. I did not know anything about wine then. It had 
French writing on the label and I could see that it was 
a white Riesling from Alsace. I had no idea what that 
meant, but I wanted to savor everything about Shelly, 
so I made a point of remembering it. I did not see any 
wine glasses. I just grabbed a couple of tumblers I 
found. I went past the kitchen and bound up the stairs 
with a feeling of excitement and adventure.

There was only one room with a light on at the end of 
the long hallway...I entered and called "Shelly?"

"In here." I moved to the master bathroom and she was 
brushing her hair. It was pure black and very long, 
almost down to her waist. I had only seen her with it 
up. She was in a shortie robe which was only loosely 
tied. She also had on her usual smile.

She said, "How about that glass of wine -- I could 
really use it!" I placed my dress on a chair near the 
door and set the glasses on the marble counter. All of 
a sudden I realized that I had forgotten to bring a 
corkscrew.

Anticipating, Shelly laughed at me in the mirror and 
said "Jim always forgets too - there's one in the 
nightstand on this side of the bed." I went over and 
slid the drawer open. There was the corkscrew alongside 
a small ivory colored plastic vibrator. I had seen ads 
for them before, but never a real one. I grabbed the 
corkscrew and quickly closed the drawer. The bed was 
large. The room was large. I looked at the window that 
I had spied on them the night before. It was open to 
the night air and the drapes swayed in and out against 
the onshore breeze.

Shelly had pulled on a pair of cashmere, clingy pants 
and was buttoning a matching short-sleeved top. It was 
obvious from the tightness of her clothes that she had 
no underwear on beneath her little suit. The thrust of 
her full bust and the nipples pointing through the 
fabric once again showed what a great, firm body see 
had. She had on a beautiful pair of amethyst earrings 
and her eyes beamed widely. She opened the bottle of 
wine, poured, and toasted our new friendship. She was 
so poised, so smooth. "So, what's wrong with the 
dress?"

"It's too big through the waist. It's real hard for me 
to find things that fit me well."

"I can see why." as she laughed and looked me up and 
down. "I have the same problem. You look like almost 
the same size as me. You've got a great body! Why don't 
you slip the dress on and we'll have a look at the 
fit."

I picked the dress up off the chair and walked into the 
bathroom to change. I took off my shorts and t-top and 
noticed that Shelly was watching me. I had on a pair of 
semi-see-through pink bikini panties and a matching 
bra. I bought them that day. As I was standing there in 
my underwear looking back at Shelly, my normally firm 
nipples became very erect and pressed hard against the 
thin material. She smiled at me and turned away. I 
slipped the dress on. It was a simple little short 
summer dress with a fairly low cut bodice that buttoned 
up the front. I bought it thinking of Johnny. He loved 
to see me dress sexy.

I walked back into the bedroom and Shelly had moved 
across the hall to another room. There were things 
lying around everywhere, but it was obvious that this 
was going to be her sewing room. A radio in the room 
was tuned to the same station as the stereo downstairs. 
Shelly filled my glass and told me to stand up on the 
stool that was in a corner of the room near a 
comfortable looking sofa. I moved to the stool and was 
looking down on her now, her brilliant black hair 
shining in the brightly lit room. As she came closer, I 
could smell her perfume. Very faint...White Shoulders I 
found out later. She took her hands and slowly moved 
them up to my armpits, hands extended. She placed them 
between my arms and the sides of my chest and moved 
them down along the outside of my body, stopping just 
as she reached the top of the swell of my hips. She 
opened her thumbs and moved them down across my stomach 
so that she was holding my waist. Her thumbs rotated 
downward just a little more and I let out a faint gasp. 
She looked up at me and smiled a mischievous look back 
at me. She was so pretty.

She grabbed a pin box and began to pin one side. As she 
moved her hands one of them lightly brushed against the 
underside of my breast. I tensed. I was nervous and 
excited at the same time. The wine, the perfume and the 
music were intoxicating. She was intoxicating! Her 
hands moved all over my sides and waist as she 
continued to pin in the sides. I could feel the warmth 
of her hands, ever so lightly. It was hard to stand 
still. I would sway occasionally and needed to brace 
myself by placing my hand against the corner wall.

"There...that takes care of the waist. What about the 
length?" With that, she turned her palms inward and 
slipped her hands up underneath the front of the dress 
and placed her thumbs on the hem in front. The light 
touch of the back of her hands brushing against the 
hair on my thighs sent a chill through me and I once 
again let out a little gasp. It was just a rush of 
breath, but we both heard it and I became flushed at 
once. It felt like my whole body was on fire -- her 
beautiful face, the wine, her hands lightly touching my 
thighs. My knees buckled slightly and I had to put a 
hand on her shoulder to keep from falling. Shelly then 
turned her palms around toward my thighs and slowly 
traced her hands from my knees upward. She wasn't 
really touching my skin, but only light enough to brush 
the soft hair on the front of my legs. Slowly upward 
she inched. My breathing became quick now....the 
sensation of her oh-so-light fingering on the front of 
my thighs was burning through my legs. I bolted down 
what wine was remaining in the glass and let it drop to 
the carpeted floor. I put my other hand on her shoulder 
to keep myself from falling over.

"I saw you watching me the other night when I was in my 
room - and again when Jim and I were there last night. 
Did it excite you?". She teased me with her soft voice.

Oh my god, she HAD seen me. "Uh, ... you saw me?" I 
didn't really know what to say. Her hands continued 
their slow steady climb up under my dress and stopped 
just at the leg band of my panties.
"Did it excite you, Sally?" she repeated.

I paused - unsure of what to say. "Yes!" I finally let 
out in a whisper.

"Did you play with yourself?" With that she slowly 
moved the fingers of her right hand across the outside 
of my thin panties and pressed against my pubic mound, 
while her thumb slipped down under the leg band of my 
panties and edged its way in between my legs and found 
my clitoris. My knees again buckled, causing my legs to 
spread slightly.

"Sally..are you enjoying this?" she asked as she gently 
moved her thumb in and out over my clit.

"Oh my god! YES!" I shouted. I realized how loud I was 
and quickly put my hand over my mouth in a desperate 
attempt to muffle my outburst.

Shelly then withdrew her hand and placed one at the top 
of each side of my panties and slowly pulled them down. 
She did every-thing so slowly. I was burning up -- on 
fire -- and each deliberate motion of hers drove me 
insane. She slightly lifted my feet up one at a time as 
she pulled the panties completely off. I could barely 
stand up. She lifted the skimpy panties up to show me 
that they were wet. She once again looked at me with 
those mischievous eyes of hers. She was definitely 
having fun with me.

"I didn't say anything to Jim, but thinking of you 
there watching really excited me."

Shelly began to unbutton the front of my dress. Again, 
one button at a time - very slow, very deliberate. "You 
don't want me to quite do you, Sally?"

Rather than speak, I answered her by moving my hands to 
the front of her top and mimicked her motion as I 
slowly unbuttoned it. I got all the buttons undone just 
before she pushed my hands away in order to slip my 
dress back across my shoulders, down my back and over 
my buttocks, letting it fall and leaving me standing 
there in only my bra. I stepped off the stool and 
similarly pushed her top off. Her breasts jiggled 
slightly as I forced the top off, her nipples rigid and 
a very deep red. Shelly's breath then quickened as I 
lightly cradled her breasts, one in each hand. I took 
one nipple in my mouth and slowly caressed it with my 
tongue. She reached and unclipped by bra in front and 
my breasts sprang free as my bra fell open and dropped 
to the sides. She again pushed my hands away as she 
pulled the bra away from me. The room was spinning now, 
both of us breathing fast as she lifted my head and 
moved very close, causing our breasts to press together 
ever so slightly.

Shelly embraced me and I felt her hot breath on my 
shoulder as her arms encircled me. I slipped my hands 
into the elastic waistband of her pants and pushed them 
down over her hips as we separated slightly to allow 
them to drop to the floor. I was so wet and my loins 
ached, Hot? I had never felt like this before, I was 
ready to explode! And from the look in Shelly's eyes, 
she was very excited too.

"Sit down on the sofa, Sally." she said as she moved 
over to the light switch and dialed the dimmer so that 
there was just enough light for me to see her outline. 
She came back over to the sofa and knelt in front of 
me. "You are so pretty, Sally." I tilted my head back 
on the back of the sofa as she placed her hands on the 
inside of my calves and forced my legs apart. A breeze 
swiftly entered the room through the open window and I 
felt coolness in my crotch as she spread me wide. I was 
dripping wet in anticipation.

"Ohhhhh..." I sighed as Shelley slipped a finger inside 
me. She kept pressure on the front inside wall of my 
vagina as she moved her finger further into me. As she 
hit my g-spot, I finally did explode - shudder after 
shudder after shudder. I came again and again and again 
as she thrust her finger over my g-spot. She took my 
right hand and pulled it down to my crotch. "Do 
yourself, Sally." I tilted my head, looked up and 
peered at her through my barely open, watered eyes. I 
could see that her other hand was down between her legs 
and her breathing was very fast as both hands were 
moving in a cycling motion - one in me and the other in 
herself.

I began to press my index finger in circular fashion 
around and around the outside of my clit. I put my 
other hand to her breast and gently squeezed the 
nipple. Again I came as my hips bucked forward in 
response to our probing fingers. I again laid my head 
against the sofa back. I soon felt her hair touching 
the inside of my thighs. I pulled my hand away as I 
felt the nearness of her mouth. She pushed my legs 
wider apart with her shoulders as I felt her mouth 
close over my cunt. "Oh my god....", I shouted again as 
her tongue lapped full against my pussy lips and spread 
them wide -- the tip of her tongue moving from the 
point where her finger entered me, up across my lips 
and settled on top of my clit. It darted lightly around 
and around my clit, but she was very deliberate again - 
and maddeningly slow. Each time she hit the bottom of 
my inflamed clit, my hips involuntarily jumped forward.

I jerked up as I heard a loud voice shout, "Why you 
little slut!"

I tried to drag my senses back but I was so overpowered 
with my body's deep involvement in our sex. I struggled 
to open my eyes and saw Shelly's husband Jim looking 
into the room from the doorway! My god, I was 
mortified. Shelly pulled quickly away as we heard Jim 
say, "She's just a kid, Shelly. My god, what are you 
doing?"

I looked at Shelly, but she had pulled away and was 
just kneeling there - staring at him. I got up trying 
to cover as best I could as I grabbed my dress from the 
floor. I stepped into it and pulled it up. I held it 
closed in front as I bolted past Jim who had moved out 
of the doorway. I could not look at him. I headed down-
stairs toward the front door and heard Jim yell loudly, 
"Jesus Christ, Shelly!"...

 		*

I found out later that Jim's meetings had gotten over 
early and he was able to get a late flight home that 
night - a day early! I saw Shelly several times that 
summer before I moved to my dorm for the fall semester 
of my freshman year of college. We spoke openly of the 
episode. She had promised Jim that she would not be 
with me or anyone else again. Shelly was bi-sexual, but 
Jim could not seem to come to grips with that 
lifestyle. I am not sure if they ever resolved their 
situation, as they moved away during my freshman year.

I remember Shelly very fondly though. She was the one 
that convinced me that my attraction to other women is 
much more than a curiosity...

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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