from woman to woman

Woman to woman (seduced by neighbor) (The following account is absolutely true, and only some details such as addresses have been changed to protect our identities.) I am Christiano's wife, was 21 years old at the time of these events and until then had led a normal life for a girl my age. I must say that I never had much luck with the men I dated, until I met this handsome male who is my bastard husband: all of them without exception treated me like a toy, a doll obligated to always be ready to satisfy their desires, whether in front of their friends or during intimate moments. But because I come from the countryside and was brought up in a traditional way, I had learned to accept that situation: after all, men bring home sustenance; it was "normal" for me to bow my head and obey their commands - do this, do that", whether by serving them beer or caressing them whenever and wherever they wanted. I had finished my secretarial course and nowadays was studying medicine at PUC. At that time, I broke up with the boyfriend of then and went out in the company of colleagues from college. In those programs there were some flirtations but without major consequences. Even though I was very much requested, but the last boyfriend I had left me a horrible taste in my mouth and I did not want to commit myself to anyone for a while. I was also having problems with rent, and after some difficulties I moved into a two-bedroom apartment on the twelfth floor of a building situated in a good residential neighborhood. The new apartment excited me very much; I had a feeling that I could start my life anew in all senses: New house, new life. And it was one of those mornings, on my way to work that I ran into Samara for the first time. Two floors below me, the elevator stopped and let in a very beautiful woman, incredibly elegant and classy. I thought she was some famous person; she looked like an actress or magazine cover model, I don't know. She had this foreign-looking European air with skin slightly sunburned but much lighter than mine. A palm taller than me, a posture almost aristocratic without being too austere, the wheat-colored blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, thin rimmed glasses and a face of classical beauty. I noticed that she had green eyes, more properly turquoise with bluish flashes, which looked at me in a way that for some reason gave my soul chills. I must have turned red when she smiled at me, those fleshy lips slightly elongated laterally accentuated by beige lip balm releasing an almost inaudible "oi". I had a feeling that we'd be seeing each other again, more often. She must have gone into the garage to get her car. I think we ran into each other again the following week, late at night. I was coming back from a college job in my colleague's house and it just so happened that we took the elevator together. At first I didn't notice her presence but then all the passengers went down to lower floors and after sixth floor there were only two of us. We exchanged smiles once more. - You're new around here, aren't you? That's the first thing I remember her asking me, and I said that I had just moved in a little while ago. If you need anything, come to me. I thanked her and told her my name and where she lived. She was the first really nice person that I met in this building, who had made a great impression on me. Who knows if we would actually be friends? One of these days when there's nothing to do, maybe I'd go look for her for a nap. And, who knows, she might give me some tips about elegance and refinement which is something from another world for an airhead like myself. And then came the day when my whole world turned upside down. It was a Friday, and I'd already been looking forward to the weekend so that we could get some rest. A guy from there at college who went with our class wanted to go out on a date with me. Because it was the premiere of a movie I wanted to see, he invited me over for dinner afterwards in order to do paperwork. We'd do a job until later and then drive straight to the movies in his car, after dinner he would bring me home. I said that the guy looked decent? You're wrong. In a movie and at dinner he even behaved well, but after I got in my car for him to take me home it all went haywire. When I realized he wasn't going on his way back from my house it was too late. He said he had lost himself, which was a lie: didn't this poor bastard just drive me straight into a drive-in? I protested, but he told me he only wanted to talk with me, needed some private space and stuff like that. That was the last time I fell into one of those potholes. As soon as the curtain came down he grabbed me and kissed me, saying that he loved me and was crazy about me. I sketched out a reaction, but he unbuttoned my blouse and started sucking on my lap. He grasped my face, opened his trousers, pulled off the piece and stuck it in my mouth. - Come here, suck my cock. I'm not going to deny it, I have always done this with my boyfriends. Since my first affair at the age of 12 or 13, oral sex has been an activity that is almost normal even if it was secret and something I didn't talk about with anyone. I admit, somewhat embarrassedly, I actually learned how to like sucking. That feeling in my mouth as his penis grew bigger and harder and thicker and stiffer gave me a certain satisfaction because I had control over him right now controlling his erection and masculinity itself. But of course he had ordered me to suck, it wasn't something that I took the initiative in doing. Between humiliated and resigned and assertive, I obeyed him. Sucked until he became visibly excited. It was a mistake: from then on there was no turning back. The guy grabbed me, threw me into the back seat with my pants pulled down but still stuck to his legs, and immobilized me upside-down. Then lowered my panties without further delay and penetrated me furiously, almost angrily, and I do not know how I reacted. It happened so fast, and I didn't feel anything but a sense of being used and abused by an uncaring maniac. - You hot little whore, open your ass and I'll fuck you! He didn't waste any time. I was at a loss as to what had happened and trying to pull myself together, get back on my feet when I felt this horrible, hallucinatory pain like something ripped through my insides; the scoundrel because that is exactly who he was raped me by the anus and started punching fast and deeply as if hating me, as though his manhood depended upon subjecting me against my will and hurting me for punishment; he cursed me with various words, gasped and screamed like a disgruntled pig; then I shouted louder and began to cry. It didn't take long for him to be satisfied, licking me with that unpleasant proof of his stupid masculinity. Nor did he have the decency to use a condom. The guy grabbed me to kiss me and I gave him some slaps. I got out of the car, pulled myself together as best I could and walked away from there, running, always crying, without looking back. I don't know how I walked the whole distance from boxing to drive-in exit (and almost got run over by an oncoming car) and luckily, managed to stop a taxi that was passing along the road. I cried so much, the driver freaked out and even offered to take me to an ambulance or police station: I hadn't told him anything but he must have realized that I had been attacked in front of my face. The taxi driver, an elderly gentleman (a decent man for a change!), didn't even charge me the fare: I did not tell him what had happened but I was visibly shaken. He helped me get in, the doorman came to me and I lied saying that it was all right, that I could take care of myself. I pressed my floor button and went upstairs. There was no one else on the elevator. If I was superstitious, I would have believed in fate. Who knows, at that time I still did: it's amazing how you mature after meeting the right people... But then I realized this guy could come to me; he knew my address. Even if he didn't get into the building, he would be sweet-talking me on his phone. And even if I turned off the machine, I couldn't sleep. My whole faith in humanity had been shaken and I needed someone to talk to. It was past 11:30 p.m., so I hardly found a soul mate willing to listen to me. Then the whole class lived far away. That's when... that's where an angel must have passed by and whispered in my ear. The elevator stopped on my floor, but I didn't go down. I pressed the button two floors below. Half-catatonic to the door of 1008. I hesitated a little: but I don't know her, and it is so late ... But she had told me: "If you need anything, look for me". I didn't want to insist, you see she had already recovered, it was too late. I was thinking of leaving for another time when I saw a bulge in the magic eye and then heard the sound of locking unlocking. The door opened and there appeared that wonderful face with green eyes now without the barrier of glasses. A handkerchief held her hair. Surely he must have just finished taking a bath. She looked splendid in that white silk robe shining brightly. - My God, what happened to you? I must have been in a really miserable state. I burst into tears as soon as I saw her, more from emotion than pain. I was apologizing for having knocked on her door at that late hour without warning or anything. Instinctively let myself be embraced and supported by her. It was so nice to be held by her because of this soft perfumed body...I think I went hyperventilating and wanting to tell everything that had happened in short time, always sobbing and crying. She must've realized my trauma. She told me to make myself comfortable, even walked up to the bar room and brought me a strong drink. I wasn't sure what it was, but she said that to calm me down. Whether the drink or her comforting presence, I don't know, but slowly I calmed myself. I stopped talking and became moved and embraced her. Never had a sincere "thank you" like this before in my life. We held each other for awhile without saying a word. Oh how good it felt... - Come on, sit down and tell me what happened. We sat on the same couch together. I took another sip of our drink, and she put her hand to my forehead and stroked my still unkempt hair. I must have looked hideously different from that blond angel standing beside me. Then I recalled in my mind everything that had happened and told it all - even the most sordid details, the dirty words I'm not accustomed to uttering. When I finished, I thanked her again and burst into tears once more. I swear it was because of the excitement that she understood me. I took a few more drinks. Of course, you'll sleep here tonight and tomorrow we can file a complaint with the Women's Bureau. When she said that and took the towel off her head, her blond hair came down over her shoulders. I'd never seen her like this before; other times in elevators it was tied behind her back. Now with loose hair and no glasses, Samara was certainly one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. The fact that she stood a fist away from me made me kind of nervous as if next to royalty or someone famous. She gently put the towels on my face and we hugged again. She pressed against my chest and kissed lightly on my forehead. It felt great. Oh, this is delicious. You're exhausted and nervous, why don't you take a shower? As she went to get a new handkerchief, I looked at myself in the mirror of my bag. Only then did I really realize my pitiful state: all bruised and sweaty, makeup smeared on my face, eyes red from crying so much, eyebrow paint untidy, hair out of alignment. My God, I was like an animal! What a waste! I don't know how Samara let me in this way. She came back and gave me her towel and another silk robe. - Look, the bathroom is over there by my room use any soap you want it's got a lot of them and shampoo conditioner rinsing cream anything in the cupboard next to the sink have brushes for your teeth can get another important thing wash yourself very well especially since this guy has not even used condom... It was true, I had to take a good bath and sweep the whole body of any remnants from that filthy bastard. I asked permission to remove my clothes and use one of the armchairs for stacking it up. Asked if I could sleep on the couch but not sure she answered me. I took off her trousers and blouse and put her robe over her panties and bra. She'd never worn anything made of silk, which is such a delightful material to have on your skin. Samara had come into her room, which I needed to cross in order to go to the toilet. I was a little embarrassed to be wearing that robe over my still-dirty body, but she smiled at me. I locked the bathroom door, took off my robe, unbuttoned my bra and pulled out my panties. And then I went to pee -- I know that urine is even good for washing away what's left of hasty sex. Then I got in the shower. I tried closing the box door but it was jammed, so I opened the faucet anyway just a little bit to keep the water from spitting out. I stood there for several minutes letting the water fall on my head and trickle down over my shoulders. What an exquisite feeling! I found a bunch of soaps lined up on the boxing rack, took one out and started to wash myself. Funny thing is, I began caressing my body with soap -- that's the kind of caress I expected from all my boyfriends, which today I am pretty sure only my handsome man has ever done or does for me -- slowly rubbing my shoulders, my arms, then my breasts; running it over my belly, rinsing my vulva thoroughly; wanting to wash completely, almost putting soap in there. I turned to hold onto one of the faucets as he passed soap on my butt. Soaked my anus thoroughly, wanted it clean like that brute had never been in there. Let the water run all over me. Then transferred the flow into the tap and with it directed the jet towards two holes which this bastard has abused most. It's strange but I found delicious that jettisoning through his vagina and anal area. Being penetrated by a penis is one thing, but for water apart from being hygienic, really exciting. After a bath of about twenty minutes (Samara, sorry for the water bill!), already re-made and feeling my body very clean, I came out of the shower. While rinsing myself off, I don't know why, I felt very sensual and... desired by whoever. I saw my body and at that moment I swore that I would never be abused again, that I will only give myself to whomever I want, when I want ... I put back my panties and bra, put on the robe again. I did not want to overdo it but took advantage and brushed my teeth with one of the brushes in the closet. And so purified, perfumed and once again at ease with myself I left the bathroom. In her room Samara was sitting in bed on silk sheets combing those wonderful blonde hair. She looked at me, opened a smile and gave me that sexy look. Ah what a beautiful woman she is! Come here, sit down with me. I thought her company would do me more good than going straight to sleep, and so I agreed. She was in the middle of the bed or a little further left, and I sat on her right; the lamp-lamp from the mute servant's lantern delineated the beautiful outline of her body tightly wrapped in the silk robe. - We haven't even properly introduced ourselves... It was true. We laughed, and we started to tell each other who we were, what we did. She told me that she was the executive secretary of a multinational company. She talked with an envious security guard. When she told me where she came from, about her travels, places she had visited, I began to feel very introverted, very outgoing. But she didn't intimidate me and it was clear she wasn't trying to humiliate me or anything. Nor seemed bothered by my lack of culture, which obviously was not the case for her. We had a few more drinks that she'd brought back to the room, and we talked about everything -- our lives, what we like, where we are right now -- until I looked at my little bedside clock and realized it was after one in the morning. Look, my bed is big enough for both of us. I thought it was weird, but those silk sheets were so lovely... and then I felt like having someone else's company. Another woman, that is....I agreed to sit on the right side of my bed again, only she didn't go over to the other end of the bed and stayed there in the middle more or less...she pushed a button and turned off all the lights from the ceiling leaving us with just the light bulbs at the sides. - Are you going to sleep like that? I didn't understand the question, so I asked. She smiled at me in a way that was both friendly and provocative. I don't like sleeping in my bra, so squeeze my breasts. She continued with the provocative smile as she took off her robe. I don't know whether she did it all at once or slowly, time seemed to stand still. All I knew was that then she was naked, completely nude without any lingerie underneath... And revealed that dazzling body, gilded against the lamplight of absolute perfection: firm but very feminine shoulders on which smooth hair fell down, delicate and well-defined neck, slender belly button, navel a little jumpy, thighs nicely twisted, legs long and sharp. Her breasts were big, bigger than mine but natural and unsiliconised with large dark areolas and protruding nipples. And I don't know why my curious gaze went down to her innermost part which was well-fleshed and shaved yet had a tuft of blond hair adorning the mount Venus. - It's just that I relax better, with this silk from the sheets stroking all over my skin. I'd never slept in sheets like that before, and it was a really nice feeling. But I was afraid, always sleeping with pajamas or baby dolls on, and of course not ever in the presence of another woman, even someone I barely knew... but I figured there would be no harm if I took off my robe and tucked myself underneath her panties and bra sheet. When I returned to bed, she put her hand gently on my arm before covering me with the sheet. You don't have to be afraid, there is no one else here just the two of us...just you and me. Before I could react, she was already leaning on me with her arms wrapped around me and hands unbuttoning my bra from behind. Something took hold of me: rather than protest, I let her undress me and relaxed my arms so that she would take off my brassiere. What a beautiful body, and how it goes with that cute little face of yours... I bet you've had plenty of boyfriends and guys in your life. I was too dazed to say no, that the beautiful one was her and any comparison would be humiliating. True she had a lot of face falling on me, yes but I didn't want to remember it. At that moment the only person who occupied my mind was her. And then it happened, and she caressed my face with the back of her hand and said these words that I'll never forget: You know, I like you. Our faces were practically glued together, so I was breathing faster and quicker. She put her lips on mine and kissed me. I thought it would be a friendly little kiss but I closed my eyes and ended up with an ardent passionate sexy wet delicious kiss like no man had ever given me before. A shiver ran through my body from head to toe. For a split second she paused for air. We both gasped. My mind didn't know what to say but my body spoke louder: - Do you like me? And then came the second kiss, even sweeter wet and full of lust that made me twist my body with pleasure. I lost all shame altogether. Those kisses had shaken me up yes but also freed me from the bitter memory of every boyfriend I've ever had. Now we clutched each other passionately, our arms tightly gripping one another's bodies and our mouths squeezing in a frenzy of caresses between our tongues oh what deliciousness! If we stopped to kiss for breath then we would turn back eyes closed completely abandoning my spirit to pleasures. Then she pressed her beautiful breasts against mine, and began to rub their little nipples as we kissed endlessly. I got into the rhythm of it, and soon felt both of us with our hard, well-pinched, full-of-desire beaks. She was scrubbing all over me naked while I still had my underwear on, our sexes frantically reaching for each other. She blew into my ear, whispered something in there that I was too stunned to understand, then licked and nibbled on the lobe of her ear very lightly, very gently... Her lips now pressed against my neck and sucked me with a vampire's saliva. She kept kissing and sucking at me, now shoulders, then upper arms. My little beaks were hard as nails, and she stretched out the tip of her tongue to brush through them like a paintbrush putting the finishing touches on some masterpiece. Then one lip squeezed its lips open wide and began sucking at my breasts. I gave myself up completely and with pleasure to this beautiful vampire who was dragging me down that delightful path to perdition... I groaned with pleasure as my body twitched like a drunken snake. Those gentle hands groped my breasts, then the palm of her hand stimulated my nipples in circular motions... And her tongue didn't stop there. It went further down through the entire line of my belly, licking pleasurably around and then inside my navel. Ah, what delicious little thing ... But where was she going? Further below...? She stopped and gave me a kiss, then sucked on top of my panties that were all wet. Suddenly I felt shame. I heard again that slightly hoarse, irresistibly sensual voice: Your panties are all wet, you better take them off. She was lowering my panties, and I relaxed my legs to make it easier. How easily I was giving myself up for her, a person that I barely knew, and... woman on top of all! Woman... Something inside me told me that this was wrong, that it wasn't right for one woman to do such things to another. But he was so cute... Never, never did I think that someday I would be naked in bed with another woman, letting her take off my underpants, revealing to her all my intimacy, and even more wanting, wishing, begging without saying anything that she could delight me again and again without stopping ... Because I wanted to, yes, and how she wanted it even more so that she saw my private parts, licked her own lips and whispered to me in that hoarse sweet voice: - What a lovely little face you have. Until then, I didn't like it when people spoke ugly words to me as men have always done and I thought they were rude. But this time there was that wonderful woman, the goddess of beauty and sensuality who called those parts she loved but never talked about by name, so I did not feel insulted; on the contrary, I felt wanted and loved - a feeling almost forgotten now... She put her mouth in my furry mound and for one minute I thought she would do what I really wanted but was too embarrassed to ask. But no, she smiled fiercely and sat on the bed lifted up my right leg and began to kiss it and suck it I felt a shiver as she sucked off my toe and put her tongue between my joints then went down through the sole of my foot and calf always licking like an ice cream-sucking child. She sat across from me, held my knees and folded my legs backwards, curving my body to rest on my breasts. I was ready, willing to surrender myself completely to her for the most intimate act between two women, and I who until then had never felt this inclination was now eagerly anticipating the moment when she gave me a strange kiss in an unexpected place right at my rectum and licked it upward as far as the entrance of the vagina. And then she kissed my big, plunging lips alternating back and forth to make me crazy with desire. I trembled as that tongue caressed my labia minora up into the clitoris. Then another orgasm came more intense and overwhelming than the first one, and I barely recovered from it when I felt her whip my clit like a loving little chick while sticking two fingers in my vagina rhythmically penetrating and removing without hurting, touching the top wall of the opening and perpetuating my pleasure for... how much longer, God? Minutes? Hours? I don't know...I held the inside of my knees wide open and groaned like an animal in heat, while her fingers and tongue would not allow me to relax rhythm. Never felt so much pleasure in all my life, the best boyfriend that I had ever been with was far, far away from being comparable to this blond Venus for sexual delight. When we stopped a minute to take our breaths, I stretched out my legs again and ran my hands along the sides of my body from hips down to bust and began caressing my own breasts. she lay on her stomach in front of me, put both hands inside my thighs and with her thumbs gently pushed away my big lips. - Your little sketch is so delicious, my love. And she started sucking and licking me again, with all that magic touch of hers, dragging me back to the streaks of pleasure madness. She called me "my love"... And I was liking it, very much... And her vulgar verbiage was so ... good to hear! Oh my God, what is happening to me? Shall we stop before it's too late? But I didn't want to stop, I wanted more, more, MORE - I wanted her not to stop sucking me, licking, delighting in my vagina ... no, my cunt, my xana, my perereca, my xoxota, my little bit!! I had to tell her what I wanted, release my repressed desire - - It doesn't stop, it just keeps sucking me... I don't know if it was an impression, a sign of my own liberation or did I provoke more excitement in Samara but felt that she then began to suck me with more willingness, more eagerness, more desire... what the most pleasant thing, alas, I writhed all over myself, contracted from waist downwards and she accelerated the rhythm of caresses. If I had any apprehension about having sex with a woman before, now the hesitation dissipated and gave way to hunger, thirst, lust for pleasure, a sensation that made me completely forget there was more than one gender on Earth. Suddenly, while I was in a delicious daydream, she went up with her mouth from my little cheek to the navel and then onto my nipples. It felt so good to feel her skin rubbing against mine... She climbed on top of me and kissed me again, that deep, lumpy, full-of-horsepower kiss no one has ever known how to give me... Oh, what a delight it was as if she were taking possession of me - no, eating and fucking me like any man would do if he had something that he doesn't have: the gift to give me pleasure, satisfy my desires... We sat there for some time clutching each other, kissing and rubbing ourselves all over again, occasionally rolling our bodies so I could get on top then down again... Suddenly I felt M. amusing herself which made me even more horny