Such a Smile

Such a smile. It pulled you inward. It drew you forward and toward it. It made you spiral. Completely perfect. Perfect teeth. Perfect lips. It made you want to kiss her. Kiss her? She's a woman for god's sake. I'm a woman for god's sake. What is up with me? I'm not a lesbian! I'm in a committed relationship with a man that I greatly care for. Well, yes, it could be better I suppose. Roger could be a bit selfish at times and it would be nice if he helped more with the domestic chores. But, we enjoy each other's company and the sex is good, mostly. And we've built a comfortable home together and life together. We were pleasantly content ... yeah, that's how I would describe it, pleasantly content.

So why should a smile affect me so? Fluster me so? And from a woman!

I work for a foundation, which funds various charitable causes. To raise money for our foundation, we annually hold a reception at some fancy hotel or another to which we sell corporate sponsorships. In turn, the corporations receive invitations that permit various employees within their organizations to attend the reception. Because of that, it is not unusual to see many unfamiliar faces at these functions - you never know who at the corporation will take possession of the invitations. And so it was with her - Miss Make-My-Knees-Wilt-With-Her-Smile. Who was she? What corporate entity did she represent? She was in a small circle of people across the room from me, obviously the center of attention of everyone around her. She clearly captivated the attention of other's also- not just me.

She was dressed smartly in a dark gray, pinstriped suit with a skirt that ended just above her knees. Under the jacket she wore a light colored camisole of delicate lace. It was actually lingerie. It was brave of her to wear it - I could not! But she was so sensual in her looks and the way she moved that she could wear it and carry it off. In fact, for her not to have been so daring would have seemed unimaginable. She had such grace and poise and confidence. Her hair was dark brown and pulled back and delicately held up with beautiful mother-of-pearl hair clips. Everything about her said money and style, but not ostentatiously. There was no hint that she was pretentious or condescending.

Every chance I got, I sought her out with my eyes in the room. But, the room was quite full and my opportunities to view her were fleeting. Others would cross into the intervening areas between us and obscure my ability to see her. Yet, I could not shake the unmistakable feeling that as I was watching her, she too was watching me. "That's just vanity", I told myself. "You only wish she were."

Though I would liked to have followed this exquisite creature around all evening, watching her, observing her, I knew I must feign some semblance of attending my duties as hostess and thus I soon put her from my mind as best I could. I worked the room, visiting with corporate representatives, thanking them for their generous contributions to our foundation and assuring them that their money would be well spent and would help meet all manner of needs. Thus being distracted, it was with some surprise when I heard someone behind me call my name.

"Ashton."

I turned round to see who had addressed me. It was her! How did she know my name? Had we met sometime prior that I had forgotten? And the way she spoke my name - it sent butterflies all through my tummy. She had the most lovely accent; European, but that was as best as I could place it. When she said my name it came out as "Osh-tun" except the 't' sound was harder than a 't', yet softer than a 'd'. Never had I heard my name spoken so. It literally made me wet my panties slightly, though I was unsure if was it lubrication or pee. "I must control myself", I thought.

"Have we met?" I asked.

"No, never", she said. "I asked around the room until I learned your name. Hi, I am Aricela."

More lube or pee. So much for control. She asked for my name? Of who and why? A thousand questions filled my mind and caused it to reel. Surely it has something to do with the foundation.

"Hello, Aricela. That is such a beautiful name. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Oh, thank you. I, too, think you have a lovely name. You are the first Ashton I have ever met."

Her accent was so intoxicating and her smile, that lovely smile that I first noticed about her, was even more overwhelming up close. Her eyes sparkled at me and it seemed they could see into me; exposing every secret of my soul. Ashton, control yourself, I thought. This is business, not personal. And you are not lesbian, remember that.

"Ashton was my grandmother's maiden name. My mother was very close to her. I'm sorry. Which corporation are you with?"

"I am with Xenatek."

Oh, yes. They had purchased a full sponsorship and this was the first year we had approached them. We certainly wished to see them become a long time partner for our foundation.

"Oh yes, Xenatech. The foundation really appreciates your sponsorship and we know you will be pleased with how your contribution is utilized. One of the many ways . . ."

I was just beginning my well rehearsed spiel when she cut me off.

"Ashton, Xenatech appreciates everything that your organization is doing with our donation, but that is not why I came over to meet you."

Now I was confused. Reciting my little speech was so automatic that I hardly knew what to say next. I should not have worried. Aricela dominated the conversation for the next few minutes. And what she had to say left me even more speechless.

"I came over here to meet you. I saw you from across the room and I have been following your movements all evening. Ashton, I am not able to take my eyes off of you. I just had to come over and meet you."

I was astonished. I did not know what to say. I mean, okay, yeah, I had been watching her as well, but . . . exactly how was I supposed to react here? I mean, my emotions were all twisted up at this moment and maybe I was misinterpreting what Aricela was saying. If I should say the wrong thing just now there might be severe repercussions for the foundation as well as major embarrassment for myself.

"Uh . . ."

"Ashton, please don't take this wrong or be offended. I just needed to let you know that I think you are incredibly beautiful and . . ."

She paused. Please don't pause just now because I have absolutely no idea what to say. Please, please continue. Thankfully, she did.

"Ashton, would you come home with me?"

Okay, maybe we should have held with the pause. I suppose I knew this coming but I wasn't prepared for it quite yet. My knees were weak. My mouth was dry. The room began to feel very close in. Yes, I know, I know. I had been watching her, too. I also was attracted to her, too. Some, I guess. A little. But I'm not a lesbian.

"I'm not a lesbian."

I sounded like an idiot saying it, but it was all I could think of at that moment. Somehow, it amused Aricela for she burst out laughing when I said it. Was she laughing at me?

"Oh, my dear Ashton. I never presumed that you were." She still seemed bemused at my remark. And if she didn't think I was gay, then what?

"I don't know quite how to put this", she continued. "There is something about the way you carry yourself that exudes femininity and sensuality. You look like a tigress in heat", she growled at me. And she began to laugh again. Not at me, I realized, but at the humor she saw in the entire situation.

I looked down and realized that she had her hand on my arm. How long had it been there? I could not recall her touching me, but now the realization caused that lubricating/peeing sensation again. God, if I don't get somewhere soon I will be a sopping mess, I thought. I looked back up to Aricela's face and then quickly diverted my eyes and just as quickly brought them back to hers. I wanted to look at her, to gaze a long time at her, to gaze longingly at her. But I did not want her to know I was looking at her. She might get the wrong idea. After all, I'm not a lesbian, I thought. Really. But the thought of being with her was, for some reason, enticing. A little. I mean, on a purely speculative level. Not that I would ever do it.

I was about to pull away and say that I must return to the other guests when Aricela leaned in close to my face and whispered in my ear.

"Ashton, give me a few minutes. Then I would like you to meet me out on the balcony. If you are not there, I will know that your answer is no. And if you are there, I will know that you are committing to nothing, but only wish to talk more."

And with that she pulled away and disappeared into the throng of attendees. I could still detect the scent of her perfume in the air swirling about my head. I was still in shock by her requests, by her admissions, and by my body's reactions. Why was I so wet? Why did she affect me so? At this moment I was flustered. Roger never got me flustered. Not like this. What was wrong with me? Maybe I was getting sick.

I glanced over in the direction of the balcony. The French door's leading out to it were open. Well, one thing is certain, I said to myself. I am not going out to the balcony because there is no point in it. This is not going to happen. If I were lesbian, then yes, I would readily go out there and meet Aricela. She was exquisite. She was impeccable. She was sensual. Hell, she was downright fucking sexy, I admit it. But I'm not lesbian. So I'm not going.

I began to walk in the opposite direction. But then I saw Beth, one of our consistent donors, near the doors. I had not visited with her thus far this evening and I really should stop by to see her. But I'm not going out to the balcony. I strode across the floor to Beth but someone else walked up to her and began speaking to her. Well, I suppose I shouldn't disturb her now. She's busy. Darn the luck. But I'm not going out those doors. Except, the thought hit me, how would I feel if I were meeting someone on the balcony and they did not show? Okay, maybe I should go out there, but only to set Aricela straight. I will leave her with no false hopes. I will remove any doubt. I shall go and put an end to this. Now. Right away. Once and for all.

I stepped onto the balcony and though the night was warm, I felt goose bumps rise up on my skin. I peered out across the city, looking at all the lights and all the skyscrapers. It was a beautiful night. A beautiful night for love. If only I were a lesbian, this would be so simple. I would go with Aricela in a moment. But I have a boyfriend and, well, okay, maybe I've thought about girls in, you know, 'that way'. But that was back in college and that was behind me. I was grown now and I put anything I may have done in my past behind me. And then I felt a presence beside me.

"Thank you for showing up."

"Aricela . . .", I began.

"I brought you something", she said.

I faced her to see what she meant. Aricela took my hand with one of hers and brought it up. Her other hand was clasped around something which she quickly put into my own hand and folded my fingers around it as she turned to face outward to the city. At first I wasn't sure what she placed there. I opened my fingers gently to look what was there and suddenly realized what it was. Thong panties!

God, there was a gush in my own panties. My nipples were instantly hard within my lacy bra. I was about to protest to Aricela that I could not take her panties when a laughing couple burst onto the balcony from inside to view the city lights. Aricela and I both stood quietly looking out, waiting for a return of privacy. The intrusive couple seemed to be in no particular hurry to return inside, though, remarking on various landmarks they could see from the balcony. I could feel in my hand the dampness that Aricela had deposited in her panties prior to removing them. I don't know why, but some overpowering urge which I could not resist compelled me to surreptitiously bring Aricela's underwear close to my nose and breath in her arousal. Ahh, it made me ache in various places in my body that enjoyed sensual touches and caresses - my breasts, my cunt, my ass, my inner thighs. I sighed, and when I sighed, Aricela smiled. She knew. She knew she had won me. She knew I was hers. Even if only for a night. She knew. And I knew she knew. And all pretensions of resistance left me.

Finally, the couple returned to the party and Aricela and I were alone again. She turned toward me and spoke.

"Ashton, please. Grant me this wish. I don't know why, but I need you. Desperately. Somehow, I sense that you need me the same way."

I could not speak yet. I brought her panties to my nose again and breathed more of her in. I looked down at her skirt, knowing that it alone covered her. Aricela followed my gaze and noticed where it fell. Quickly, she glanced toward the reception room and seeing no one nearby, she grabbed her hem and flashed her cunny at me. It was beautiful. As beautiful and lovely and exquisite and wonderful as she was. And shaved. Totally. I wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face there. To smell her. To taste the nectar contained there. She made me want to act like the lesbian I was not. I took her hand. I would go with her and it was time.

I should have stayed longer at the reception. It was my job. It was my duty. But sometimes you ignore the prudent things and I did so now. Aricela and I made our way to the elevator, which we took to the lobby. We only descended one floor; from the ballroom level to the lobby. Once there, we crossed the spacious lobby to the registration desk. Walking up to the counter, Aricela addressed the clerk behind it.

"We need a room for the night."

The hotel clerk looked at us in a manner which seemed to indicate he knew why we were seeking a room.

"Will you need help with any luggage?"

"No, no luggage", responded Aricela as she flashed a credit card to pay for the room. The clerk gave us that look again.

I felt like trash in front of him, but "Screw him", I thought, "We're adults and can do as we wish. And besides, we are not lesbians, so don't look at us as though we are." And then I realized that Aricela's panties were still in my hand and were visible to him. I quickly put my hand behind my back. And then, for some reason the idea of being a little trashy appealed to me. "We are being naughty", I thought. And with that thought came, you got it - more lubricating pee in my pants! My crotch was so wet.

The clerk passed a room key to Aricela. We turned and headed back to the elevator. Somehow, we could not walk fast enough - at least I could not! The excitement was building within me. This excruciatingly beautiful creature had for some reason picked me of all the women at the reception to be with. My heart was beating fast and I felt I could scarcely breathe. And then I thought, "Oh, shit! Roger! He would be expecting me." I decided that once in the room, I would call him and fabricate some excuse about being delayed.

Upon re-entering the elevator, Aricela turned to me and pushed me against the back wall. She pressed her body hard against me and began to kiss me hard, too. For the first time in my life, a woman's tongue parted my lips and did so forcefully. She was pressed so hard against me that I could hardly breathe and I had to struggle against her grasp. I didn't mind, though. I wanted to struggle against her. I did not want to be able to breathe. I wanted to lose this fight to her. Force me. Fuck me. Treat me like a bitch. Like a slut. Like a cunt. Her legs were straddling one of mine. She was rubbing her puss against my leg. She had hiked her skirt so that her bare cunt was grinding against the leg of my black trousers. I could feel her juices soak through the fabric and onto my leg. And I could smell it. Or was I smelling me. I could not be sure. She unbuckled my belt and pulled it roughly from my waist with a woosh. She grabbed at the snap and zipper of my trousers and they yielded to her with minimal resistance. Aricela's hands were down inside my clothing instantly.

"Oohh - h - h - h."

I was staring at the elevator ceiling in a dazed state, pumping against Aricela's hand rhythmically and uncontrollably. Short, breathy sounds escaped my lips. Never had I experienced arousal such as this or of this magnitude. Never. Accidentally and without my awareness, I dropped Aricela's panties. I missed them later, but perversely it thrilled me to think that some stranger found them there. Someone would know that passion was kindled there.

Thankfully, we had the elevator to ourselves for the duration of the ride. I can't imagine what I would have done should an intruder have interrupted us in our lust filled compartment. I am not certain Aricela would have ceased her ministrations in my pants. I'm not certain I would have let her. But, god - what if someone were there? To be watched as this sweet beautiful creature overpowered me and had her way with me. My head was swirling and my knees could scarcely support me any longer.

Finally, we reached our floor and the doors opened. Stepping out, we headed for our room with Aricela fondling my ass the whole way there. It felt so wickedly, wildly wonderful with her hand pushing the fabric of my pants and panties hard into the crack of my ass; me carrying my belt and holding up my falling pants and looking furtively about the hallway, hoping no one would meet us there and see me in this state. It seemed we could not get to our room quickly enough to continue our lovemaking, but finally we did.

Once the door to our room was open, Aricela drug me across the room by the hand. She headed straight for the bed. The time to close the distance between us and it seemed an eternity. When we finally reached it Aricela pushed me down on my back. She wasted no time in removing my shoes and trousers and pantyhose, flinging each across the floor as they were removed. Now only the thin, moist fabric of my satiny briefs remained between my puss and anything Aricela wished to do to me.

She crawled up between my legs, her eyes fixed on my crotch. She was savoring the look of my protruding vulva. God, having her look so intently, so savagely at my womanhood made me leak again. I swear it felt as though I were peeing myself. I swear I wished I were - it felt so good. Could she see my panties moistening? Could she smell my girl smell there? I wanted her to so badly!

"Breathe me in. Smell me. Bury your nose in me."

I could barely utter my request, but Aricela complied. She knew, she seemed to realize, the intense need I had for her to fulfill my petition. She buried her nose in my triangle. It felt so good. I could only look up at the ceiling and concentrate on her nuzzlings against my crotch. More lube. God, it felt good! I could cum just from this if I allowed myself. But, I don't want to cum yet. God no, not yet.

I finally ventured a glance down at Aricela. She was on her hands and knees between my legs; her eyes almost closed. Her head was bobbing up and down as she explored my supple region. She stuck out her tongue and licked softly at the moist fabric of my underwear. I swear - she looked like a kitten slowly lapping up milk! God, more lube.

Reflexively, I pushed my cunt up to meet her lips. I watched as Aricela bit at my labia bulging through my panties. God, yes - eat me! Suck me in! Swirl your tongue on my clit! As if she knew, she pulled my panty crotch to the side and my puss was free. Her tongue pierced me. The pleasure was too intense for me to lay motionless. I writhed on the bed. I began to crawl backwards on the spread by scooting my elbows and ass along. I must escape this pleasure before it fully consumes me and burns me to a cinder! My cunt was in LOVE with this goddess! But might not the gods strike me, a mere mortal, dead for consorting with this heavenly creature? I should run! I should hide myself! I should escape while opportunity still remained!

But I could not escape. Aricela pulled me back, pulled me to her, made naught of my escape. I knew I would not last much longer - the intensity was so great! And then I realized. The burning intensity that had been steadily growing within my sopping, pulsing, throbbing cunt was not all unbridled arousal. Part of what I had attributed to passion was instead a growing need to pee! I must break free to relieve myself. Soon!

"Stop", I whispered.

Aricela gripped me harder.

"Oh, please stop. I must go", I pled again as I attempted to rise up. Aricela placed a hand on my breast and impeded my forward movement. God, what a fix! I needed to cum and I needed to pee and I was so close to each that one might lead to the other!

"Aricela, I have to stop. Really. I've got to pee." I was embarrassed to have to admit my predicament to her, but I could scarcely put this insistent feeling in my puss off any longer. But apparently Aricela did not hear me properly, for rather than loosen her hold on me, she gripped even tighter.

"Aricela, I have to now!"

"Cum first" I heard her murmur, never removing her face from my cunt. And her coaxing ended my battle. I lost. Or I won. I don't know which except that I did begin to cum. Fiercely.

"AAAaaaahhhhhhhh, SSSSSHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTT. FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!! Uhh ... Uhh ... Uhh ... AAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh.... GGGODDDDDDD "

I'm sorry, but when I cum, I get vocal and I utter words that would otherwise make me blush. I have to say the FUCK word at least once, if not more, when I am in the throws of passion. It is the only word that is strong enough to convey the depth and the intensity of my orgasms and of my passion. If anyone knows a more powerful word, please tell me, because even FUCK barely seems to do justice to my feelings.

God, that felt so good! I looked down at Aricela, her mouth still clamped on my puss, and I realized I had finished my cum - but as I feared - I was now peeing in her mouth! I swear I did not mean too! And I tried to stop but couldn't! The pee just kept coming and Aricela just kept her mouth there! It was more than she could contain and was spraying from her mouth from the force that I was gushing out. My eyes filled with tears and I began to sob, even as I still peed. I don't know if I was embarrassed with myself or mad at myself or overwhelmed by the cum or exactly why I was crying. I was a jumble of emotions. I felt my flow begin to ebb and as it did I rolled to my side and buried my face in the covers of the bed and began an all-out, uncontrollable cry. I was so thankful to Aricela for what she had just done to me, yet I could not express it with words, not yet. That made me cry. And, I had just had the best - and I do mean BEST - sex of my entire life and that made me cry. And, I was not a lesbian, but I now found that I loved this woman more than anyone on earth. And that, too, made me cry. And, oh yes, I had just peed in her mouth and that made me cry.

Aricela crawled up from between my legs, past my naked breasts, and up beside my head. She took my head in her hands and pulled my face to hers. Her suit blazer was drenched with pee. I could smell my urine all over her. I felt so ashamed and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Ashton, Ashton, it is okay. Everything is okay."

Aricela's voice was soothing and comforting. And she rocked me and held me and let me fully have my cry. And I cried a long time. And I held onto her. And I nuzzled her. And she hugged me and I hugged her. And as my sobs diminished, I looked down at her breasts still covered by her wet camisole. She had no bra, just breasts and nipples. I loved her breasts and nipples and the way they looked - revealed, yet hidden under her cami. I reached for them.

The first time to ever touch the breast of another woman! Oh, FUCK! I hope you know what I mean by that.

I just rubbed and massaged and squeezed and enjoyed. I took my time and Aricela let me. I explored her. I looked at her. I ... examined her. And Aricela let me. I returned my gaze to her face and studied it. And then I noticed that wetness still surrounded her mouth - wetness that I left there - and shame filled me once again. My gaze dropped; I could not face her.

"Aricela, I'm so sorry."

"For what, dear? You've nothing to be sorry for."

"But, I ... I ... I lost control. In your mouth."

Aricela began to laugh hysterically. Again, she is laughing at me. Do I amuse her or does she think me a total dunce?

"Ashton, it's alright. You did not do anything that I did not enjoy."

I was shocked. Did I hear her right?

"You enjoyed me ... peeing?"

She was smiling at me and she lightly placed her hand on my face.

"Ashton, I have a fetish, actually several, that I enjoy. One of them is watersports."

I took it that watersports had nothing to do with Ski-Doos. Aricela continued.

"I enjoy the warmth of pee, I enjoy the sensation of it flowing. I enjoy the intimacy of it and the naughtiness of it - immeasurably. You did me a favor."

I didn't know what to say, but I began to feel better about what I had done. I smiled. Aricela smiled back. We stared at each other - I'm not sure how long. But I realized during that stare that I wanted more. Not for me, but for Aricela.

"Aricela?"

"Yes?"

"I ... I want you to lay back."

I was hesitant. Not about making love to her. Rather, I was afraid that I would not do it very well. I had never brought a woman off. Never given a woman pleasure. Never treated a woman to the tender pleasures which I myself enjoyed being treated to. I had never tasted of forbidden fruits. I was anxious to do so, yet anxious about doing so.

Aricela sat motionless looking at me for a moment. A Mona Lisa smile appeared on her lips as she slowly tilted back onto the bed. I wanted her. Madly. I wanted to touch her everywhere. I wanted to delve into her - to devour her secret areas, to spread her secret folds, to part her secret divides, to explore her secret locations. But I knew I must go slowly. I must savor this, every detail, every caress, every taste.

I sat looking at her as she lay on the bed with her right arm curled above her head. Her lips smirked at me briefly, as if to say, "I'm all yours." I crawled up her body and lay down upon her, looking at her face to face and peered deeply into her eyes. She was so lovely to behold. I stroked her face with my fingers, then leaned down, pressing my lips to hers. The contact felt so wonderful. Her lips were so soft. I delicately tugged at her lower lip with my own. Finally, I summoned enough courage to slip my tongue into her mouth. Oh, the feeling of kissing a woman! It's incredible. It's indescribable. It's incomparable. I ran my tongue throughout her mouth, detecting its taste, its feel, its warmth, its depths. I held her face in my hands as we entwined our tongues. There were whimpers and smacks and moans and sighs of pleasure as we literally mouthed our love for one another. I could have spent the rest of my life doing nothing more than kissing this amazing woman, but there were other delights to sample. I moved my right hand down to discover some of them.

In my hand, her left nipple was like a hard pea. It was stiff and firm and though small in diameter, it stood tall. Under the satiny feel of her cami, it easily slipped around in my fingers. I broke my kiss with Aricela and moved down to that breast. I wanted that hard nipple in my mouth. I wanted that fleshy globe against my chin. I sucked her tit through the camisole. It made me drunk with passion. I had no sense of anything around us. There was only Aricela, this bed, and myself. The entire universe consisted of this small area. It was enough. There was no need for the rest of the world. Aricela's flesh would sustain me fully.

I needed her naked. I had to see this gorgeous creature nude before me. I began to remove her blazer from her arms, then pulled it from beneath her and tossed it to the side. I grabbed the bottom edge of her cami and lifted it over her head. It went the direction of the blazer. God, she looked so amazing, her pert breasts rising up from her as she lay looking up at me. They were small yet well-formed mounds that desired to be sucked. Or was it that I desired to suck them? Her areola's were dark, but small in diameter - no larger than a dime.

Finally, I reached for the zipper of her skirt at her side. I gently pulled it down. The lower it went, the higher my anticipation soared. My fingers were trembling; I wanted her so intensely. When the zipper bottomed out, I hooked my fingers in the waist of her skirt. I paused momentarily, though, and looked at Aricela. I needed a moment to calm myself and gather my wits. I wanted this fiercely, but my emotions were overwhelming me. I was experiencing sensory overload from all the smells and tastes and sights that lay before me. But I did not stop long. I could not possibly delay any more. I must have her. I must have Aricela and the ecstasy she contained between her thighs.

I pulled down her skirt and was once again in view of her spectacular cunny! It was so beautiful! So precious! Free of pubic hair, it was such a heavenly sight. A puffy, fleshy promise of exquisite delights. I could already detect its scent and it made me feel faint from its sheer muskiness. I stared at her puss for some time, wondering at its incredible gracefulness. Finally, I reached out and touched it, running my fingers around the outside of Aricela's outer lips, enjoying the soft, smooth feel of her skin. She felt so marvelous, so extraordinary. I daily touched my own puss when I bathed. Why should touching another woman's thrill me so? I could not answer that, but it did and I just accepted it.

I turned my gaze to Aricela's face. She was looking back at me with a gentle smile; the curled fingers of her hand against her cheek. I moved my finger from the outside of her labia and parted her cleft, watching for her reaction. Her wetness permitted me to easily penetrate her and I drove in deeply. Aricela closed her eyes, arched her back upwards, and moaned. It made me feel so wonderful to be able to create such a reaction in her. Spurred by my success, I felt 'round inside her, exploring her and her depths. It dawned on me - I had never explored my own puss with such thoroughness, yet here I was doing so to another woman! My God, I couldn't even think of anything I had done with Roger that was this intimate. Certainly, I had sucked him. But I was inside Aricela! NEVER HAD I BEEN INSIDE SOMEONE! I loved this immensely and tears began to stream down my face from the magnitude of emotion that swept over me.

I slipped my finger out and brought it up to Aricela's clit. Hers felt larger and harder to me than mine ever had. I circled around it. I ran back and forth over it. It felt like a pointy bump against my finger. Aricela was thrashing about, moaning and sighing. Wetness was flowing from her and I was flowing again, too. I leaned over and brought my mouth to her cunny. Her naked, hairless lips were an incredible sensation against my mouth. I dove into her with my tongue. I don't know what I was expecting her to taste like. I'm not certain even now what she tasted like, except that I loved her taste and her smell and her slipperiness in my mouth. She was grinding against me and I pushed back as I licked and bit and slurped.

I knew Aricela was getting close, so I moved my tongue to her clit and licked it furiously. A taste of liquid gold began to seep from her puss as she put her hands at the back of my head. Suddenly, her legs stiffened. Her ass bounced upwards off the bed. She screamed out with guttural noises.

"AAAAAAHAHHHHHHHH!!!!! UUURRRRRRGGGHGHHHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! OHHHH! SHHHHITTTTT! AHHH. AHHH."

I kept my mouth on her cunt, licking at her clit, until Aricela pulled me away. I had made her cum. I HAD MADE A WOMAN CUM!!! I raised up from her puss quite shaken. I crawled up beside her and lay with my naked body against her naked body and she wrapped her arms around me. Everything seemed so surreal. I could not believe what had just occurred. I buried my face into Aricela's neck and cried again for the nth time today. I couldn't help it. This was all so overwhelming. Aricela just held me and I felt safe in her arms. Protected. Sheltered. Somewhere out there was a world, but here, here there was only - love? Yes, I suddenly realized that I did truly love this woman! Never had I desired anything more in my life than her. Yet, how did she feel? Had this all been just casual for her? I wasn't certain and could not consider it long for I soon fell asleep in her arms.

I'm not sure how long I slept. Hours? Minutes? Days? I couldn't be sure. It was a very restful sleep, though. I was still on the bed, but Aricela was not. I could hear her talking, somewhere, to someone else and I realized that we were not alone. My gaze moved around the room until I located the source of her voice and I could see that Aricela, dressed in a hotel robe, was speaking to an uniformed employee of the hotel. It appeared that she had ordered room service; I could smell wonderfully smelling foods and realized how hungry I was. As I stirred, the young delivery man glanced my way. I remembered that when I fell asleep, it had been naked atop the covers and I suddenly felt quite modest. I reached for something to cover up with, but noticed that Aricela had already covered me with a robe which matched her own. I still felt somewhat naked under his gaze with my bare legs and shoulders appearing out from under the edges of the robe. I did not move, though, for fear that if I tried to make it better something more than legs or shoulders might slip out from the insubstantial covering I had. He could tell that I was naked beneath the robe, I was sure of it, but he quickly turned away and attended his duties. Aricela signed the charge slip and he left.

"Hi, sleepy head!" She was smiling broadly at me. That perfect smile that had drawn me to her at the start. She had such beautiful lips and beautiful teeth and beautiful cheeks and cheekbones. I could lay and stare at her face all day.

"What time is it?"

"Well, it is either very early or very late, depending on how you look at it."

Shit! I had never called Roger. He was probably worried and furious and upset and a thousand other things. But I could not bring myself to call him just yet. I couldn't face him or the questions he undoubtedly would pose. Not yet. And I was still so close to Aricela at this moment and I did not wish to disturb that. I wanted to stay secluded on this paradise island we had discovered just a bit longer.

"I thought you might be hungry - I know I am - so I ordered up some food."

"Smells delicious."

I crawled out from under the robe and began to slip it on.

"No, wait", Aricela called out.

I froze, not certain what her reasoning was. The robe was hanging from both my arms, open, with my body fully revealed to her.

"I just want to look at you again for a moment."

I was flattered. Look all you want. Please. I am yours. I stood motionless, willingly holding my robe open to her. She stared intently at me, running her gaze up and down. Finally, she looked at my face and as our eyes met, she blushed and turned her face away smiling. A little embarrassed, I suppose. She turned to face me again and spoke.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you are so fucking beautiful I can't look at you enough."

God, I felt the exact same way about her! Roger never made such comments about me, the fuck.

"You look at me as much and as long as you want."

Did she understand what I really meant by that?

I let the robe fall back to the bed as I crossed naked over to the small table where our food was set up. If Aricela wanted to see me, then I wanted to be exposed for her. A slight chill to the room made my nipples erect - at least, that was one reason for their pertness. I sat my bare ass down at the table across from Aricela. Breakfast in the nude. Had I ever done this with Roger? Had Roger ever wanted me too? Probably not, the fuck.

Wow. It was a glorious time. We ate. We talked. We learned more about each other. It was girl talk. It was lover talk, at least I wanted to think of it that way and secretly hoped it was that way. We joked and had mock food fights and smeared butters and jellies various places and then removed them. Guess how! Aricela threatened to violate me with the handle of a knife and I pretentiously fought her off, though I actually wanted her to make good her threat. We had fun and we laughed and we performed antics. The sun came up on our fun and it was the most delightful meal I had ever spent. I pushed back from the table, giggling.

"I've had too much coffee and juice. I've gotta pee!"

This sent Aricela into hysterical laughter. We were simpled out. I scarcely took three steps from the table when Aricela called out.

"Ashton, wait."

Oh, okay. She had looked me over from the front side. Now she must want to look over my ass! Very well. I stood for her to see. I even reached back and pulled an ass cheek to the side with one hand to give her a fuller view. I looked back over my shoulder to see if she was enjoying it. But she wasn't. She seemed troubled. I went back to her.

"Aricela, what is it?" I asked.

She wouldn't look at me, couldn't look at me for some reason. I took her face in my hands and slowly turned it towards mine.

"Aricela, please? What is it? You can say anything to me. Okay?"

She stared into my eyes for a moment to try and gauge the veracity of that statement. She must have sensed that it was true, for she finally spoke.

"Do you remember last night when ... when ... Do you remember my fetish?"

I suddenly realized what was on her mind.

"You want to come with me, right?" I asked.

Aricela's eyes dropped down to her hands fidgeting in her lap. She could not bring herself to admit her desires. I find this part somewhat hard to explain. Aricela had done so much for me; awakened incredible, undeniable passions within me that I had felt were long since dead and unrecoverable. There was nothing that would give me more pleasure than to somehow repay her. To somehow fulfill her every wish. Most people may have been put off by her inclinations, but not I. I wanted to fulfill every fantasy, every desire that she had. I wanted to give her as much pleasure as she had given to me in the short time we had been together. Whatever she wanted, I would provide. You may not understand that, but it makes perfect sense to me. I placed a finger under her chin and brought her gaze back up to mine.

"Would you please come with me?"

A smile returned to Aricela's face. I leaned forward and reassuringly hugged her, wrapping my arms fully around her and pressing my cheek against hers. She hugged back. I stood up and took Aricela by the hand and led her into the restroom. It was fabulous; all mirrors and marble, with a huge spa-like tub, a separate shower, and next to the toilet was a bidet. This was the first time I began to take notice of our surroundings and, I must say, it was quite an elegant room we were staying in.

"How would you like to do this?" I asked.

Aricela looked pensive for a moment, then took one of the plush bath-towels from the rack and spread it on the floor. She untied her robe sash and allowed the robe to slip from her graceful body. God, seeing her naked always had an affect on me. My nipples hardened again and I noticed that hers did, as well, when the coolness of the air hit her naked form. I felt that lube, pee feeling again and knew that the sooner I could release the better.

Aricela lay down on her back on the towel and looked up at me. I could tell she was thrilled with the act that was about to be performed on her. I straddled her body at the waist and got down on my knees with my cunny just above her bellybutton. Aricela placed her hands on my thighs and rubbed up and down in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

I knew the answer. I just wanted to make her wait; to let the excitement grow.

"Uh-huh", she replied.

"Here goes then."

I reached two fingers down and separated my labia and pulled upward. This exposed my peehole fully and permitted my urine to flow unimpeded as I let go. Oh God, it felt so good. And it felt so deliciously wicked and naughty. I had always wanted to be a naughty girl; it seemed they had more fun. And I was. I was having fun. I looked at my yellow stream spurting forward onto Aricela's tummy and breasts, running into the cleft of her neck and pooling there before overflowing and dampening her hair below. I regulated my stream so as to prolong it. It felt so good coming out of me. And it gave me a feeling of affirmation that Aricela would permit me, no, wanted me to do this to her. She treasured me - all of me, even the fluids and secretions my body produced. Every part of me was sacred to her. Roger - the fuck - would make me empty the bathroom trash as soon as I disposed of a used tampon or pad in it. He said he couldn't stand the ickiness of it in there. Talk about making me feel self-conscious about the things my body produced. But not Aricela. She wanted every bit of me. And I would give it to her at her request.

Finally, my stream ebbed and I fell forward onto Aricela bringing my mouth to hers. We kissed passionately while I rolled around atop of her. I could feel my wetness between us. I reveled in the feeling of my pee on her against me. I could hardly believe we had done such an improper, indecent thing and it made me want to do even naughtier acts with Aricela. I loved that she could be so open about her desires with me and I knew that I, too, could be fully open about my desires with her - I just didn't know exactly what those desires were as yet. But I would be pondering them.

The kisses we shared were some of the most passionate of my love life. I treasured each of them. Finally, Aricela pulled free of a kiss.

"Ashton, I have something I want to do to you."

I had no idea what Aricela had in mind, but I trusted her implicitly and I could hardly wait to participate in her diversion. I rose up from her and pulled her after me. Aricela stood up and in turn pulled me to my feet. She then began to lead me, I thought to the bed. But that was not our destination. Rather, she led me to the bidet instead.

"Ashton, sit here", she said as she spun me toward the nozzle. I sat as she requested. I must admit, I did not have a lot of experience with bidets. Well, actually none in fact. I was curious as to what she had in mind.

Aricela sat down behind me at the rear of the bidet and reached around me and turned on the faucets. She put her hand in the stream of water as she adjusted it to a comfortable temperature. When she got it warm, she began to scoot forward, edging my puss closer to the stream. I realized what she had in mind. Never had I used water on my clit, but I was a willing student. As my puss got to the stream, I leaned back against Aricela's breasts and luxuriated in the water streams feeling against my cunny. Aricela partially blocked the water flow with her thumb over the spigot causing the water to emerge more forcefully. The added pressure of the fast moving water felt incredible against my crotch. I could also feel as Aricela reached her other hand down between us and began to finger herself. The sensation against my ass of Aricela stroking herself was unimaginably erotic and I felt my orgasm rise surprisingly fast within me.

"nnnnnNNNNNNHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEffffffffFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! AAAHHHHHHHH!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!! uuUUUHHHHH!!!! MMHHHHH! MMHHHH!!! Huh. Huh. Huh. Mmmmmmm."

And I just continued to lean back against Aricela until she followed me into ecstasy. As she began to cum powerfully, she brought her free hand up to my right breast, cupped it with my pointy nipple between two of her fingers and pulled me forcefully back against her. I enjoyed the feeling of her hand between us, the way it parted my ass cheeks and bumped my hole as it frenetically brought her to climax. When she subsided, we just leaned forward; me resting against my arm on the wall and Aricela leaning against my back. The only sound was the bidet's water still running and our hearts beating. Neither of us wanted to move from this spot.

We spent the rest of the morning and into the afternoon exploring each other and licking all sorts of hidden places, sensitive places, erotic places - places that only a woman would go to with another woman. God knows Roger the fuck never licked me in all of the places Aricela licked me. It was the most amazing day of my life. It changed me and my world would never be the same.

Epilogue - After Aricela, I could never go back to Roger. I waited until I knew he would be out of the apartment, went in, and packed my things. I never saw him again. Aricela asked me to live with her and I knew that I must. She loved me (and I mean that as both a verb and a noun, both sexually and emotionally) in ways that Roger never could or would or ever attempted. Having been with Aricela made me realize how feeble Roger's attempts at love had been. I could not go back to that. I could no longer settle for that. I heard through friends that Roger thought I had left him for another man and it had stung his ego. And I also heard that when he found that I was with a woman it stung even more.

And as Aricela had said, she did have many fetishes. She shared them with me as time went by and as I gained her trust. I learned that her previous girlfriend left her because of her peculiar desires. Therefore, she was reluctant to be open about them with me. They had made her former girlfriend feel awkward and squeamish. She did not share Aricela's erotic cravings. What are those cravings you ask? I shall not tell. A girl must keep some secrets and these are mine. But over time I convinced Aricela that I wanted to fulfill her every fantasy, her every longing. And so she slowly opened up to me and let me in on her wishes. I can't say that I always understood what compelled her to want some of the things she wanted. And I can understand why her former girlfriend was unable to carry out some of the requests. They make me blush at times. But I am committed to fulfill every request of Aricela's. And thus far I have. And each time I do, the look on her face afterwards and the love she bestows on me reminds me that it is all worth it.

Finally, I want to say that clinging to Aricela each day is so incredible. The irony still strikes me from time to time, though. I am in a committed relationship with a woman. Yet, I am not a lesbian! How odd. I've decided that I am in this relationship because I am in love with Aricela. I am not in it because of a sexual orientation. What I mean to say is, "FUCK!" If you know of a stronger word I can use to convey my feelings, please let me know. After all, this is so much better than being pleasantly content.