The music started, slow and romantic, and I put my head on her shoulder as she pulled me close, swaying gently to the soft beat. Sandy’s voice, a rich alto, sounded softly in my ear as Mr. Clapton began his song.
It’s late in the evening, she’s wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her makeup, and brushes her long *dark* hair
I grinned and nuzzled against her as she changed the lyric to match my hair color, letting the beautiful words caress my wounded heart.
And then she asks me, do I look alright?
And I say yes, you look wonderful tonight.
Her presence was a fire, warming me through. Tears began to fall from my eyes as the woman embracing me continued to sing softly in my ear.
We go to a party, and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady, that’s walking around with me.
She moved a hand to the back of my head, holding me to her, the emotion thick in her voice as my tears as she continued singing. I clung to her, praying with everything I was that the words she was singing to me were true, that against all reason somehow, someone could love me. That I was wanted, desired.
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light.
I say my darling, you are wonderful tonight
Oh, my Darling, you are wonderful tonight.
I turned my face upwards, and Sandy covered my lips with hers. We kissed deep and long, our tongues caressing as the music faded away. I didn’t care if this was a dream or not, I wanted it, and I needed it.
Sandy pulled away slightly, her eyes locked on mine as her hand cupped the side of my face. “Melanie? May I take you to bed?”
“Yes,” I moved closer, my lips brushing against hers again. “Yes, please.”
The briefest of smiles spread on her face before her lips took mine, and I whimpered in happiness as my mind surrendered to what was happening. Sandy’s hands moved to my shoulders before sliding down my arms until our fingers were interlocked.
She lifted her left hand, turning me so my back was to her, kissing my neck as I tilted my head to the side. She played with the clasp on my gown for a moment. “You look so beautiful in this dress, Melanie, but I don’t think we’re going to need it any more tonight.”
As I felt the clasp release and the hidden zipper lower, a wash of panic rolled through me. I wasn’t exactly wearing sexy lingerie. In fact, the body shaping suit I had on was about the most ridiculous looking thing I owned. She was going to see, and then she’d laugh. But then again, odd as my body suit looked, it definitely hid some of my more serious flaws. What happens when she takes it off? I wasn’t sure which I dreaded more.
My eyes closed as my dress slid over my shoulders, my heart thumping in my chest as I waited for Sandy’s reaction, but no laughter came. What did was a long, slow caress up from my thighs, over my hip and belly to my breasts, making me moan and lean back against her.
“God, Melanie, I love your body.”
I grimaced. “It’ll be, ooh, an entirely different story if I take this off.” I pulled on the strap of my body suit.
“No, it won’t. Come on.” Sandy took my hand and pulled me toward the sliding doors to our right. They parted in the center, moving with the barest hint of noise on the iron rails above, revealing a huge, king sized bed with a blue comforter beyond.
I walked forward almost in a trance, my head desperately trying to make sense of what was happening. I knew what my body wanted, the hum of my skin and the building dampness between my legs made that abundantly clear. Now if I could just shut my damn mind off and enjoy it.
I heard the doors shut behind me as I delicately touched the bed, and then suddenly Sandy’s arms were around my middle. A hand slid up my side, pulling my dark hair away from my neck. Sandy’s tongue traced over my ear. “Turn around baby.”
I obeyed, my eyes locking onto her blazing gaze, which I couldn’t look away from. Not that I wanted to. I wanted to just stare into her and bask in the giddy, ridiculous joy that someone so amazing wanted me.
Her hands went to my shoulders, fingertips tracing down the skin of my chest, over my lace covered breasts, until they found the zipper to my body suit. She held the top as she began to lower it, slowly tracing the skin revealed. I could feel my body pushing against the loosening material, and my anxieties about what my partner would think came crashing back.
Sandy was looking down, but as she glanced back up I knew she could see the worry in my eyes. She kissed me, the passion there soothing the worst of my worries for a moment. Sandy slipped the shoulder straps of my shapewear down over my arms before dropping to her knees in front of me, peeling the garment slowly down my body.
I sucked my lips between my teeth as I was revealed to her, a part of me expecting every moment for her to say, “Ick, never mind.”
The garment dropped past my navel, and Sandy planted a string of soft kisses on my belly, her hand caressing the love handles that had to be as obvious to her as they were to me every time I looked in the mirror.
My eyes were squeezed shut, desperate to enjoy this feeling for as long as it lasted, and the shapewear was pulled past my backside and thighs, my most hated part of my traitorous body. Without my undergarment there was no hiding the cellulite.
“Oh, my god, Melanie, you’re gorgeous. So beautiful.” Her hands ran freely over my skin, trailing heat and energy wherever they touched. She trailed kisses along my hip, fingers coming close to my core. “You’re so wet baby.” She took a shuddering breath. “Let’s get this off you, I want you on the bed.”
The shapewear went past my calves and over my feet. “Step out of it.” I did, and it was gone. I was naked, except for my bra, with another woman. Holy shit! What am I doing?
Sandy stood up and kissed me, me whimpering at the contact. I was terrified, but I definitely didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want it to ever stop. Her lips moved back to my neck, little high-pitched moans issuing from my mouth with every peck.
Sandy giggled, pressing her forehead to mine, looking deep in my eyes as she smiled. “You make the cutest sounds.” She kissed my cheek. “Get on the bed, beautiful.”
I sat on the soft mattress, scooting back towards the middle as Sandy climbed on after me. She kissed my chest as her arms went around me, and I was so lost in the sensations that I didn’t realize she was unhooking my bra until it came loose. Sandy pulled it around my shoulders and tossed it onto the floor, her eyes locked on my triple D’s as they spilled free.
“Oh, god, Melanie, wow.” Her voice dripped with lust as her hand lifted one of my breasts. Her mouth closed over the other, completely taking in my large, pink areola. I groaned as the exquisite sensation rolled and ricocheted through me, falling onto my back, my head settling onto a pillow. Sandy came with me, covering me with her still clothed body as she suckled on my breasts, one, then the other, and back again.
I pushed my chest up against her, groaning as my pleasure spiraled higher. Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore she let my breast pop free, crawling over me until we were kissing more deeply than I think I ever had, our tongues swirling around each other, each desperate to touch as much of its counterpart as possible.
My hands ran over her pajamas, pulling on them so I could feel her skin against mine. She got the idea, our mouths separating as she sat up and stripped off her top. I could feel my eyes straining to widen further as they took in her soft, rounded breasts sitting atop a hard, muscled torso.
I sat up reaching for her perfection with my mouth, and her hand slid behind my head, gently holding me to her as my lips closed over her firm, small nipples. My fingers ran over the muscles of her abs and back as I suckled, my fantasy finally coming true after over thirty years of waiting. It was so different, worshiping a woman’s breasts. The way she moved, pressed against me, soft and sensual, so alien to everything I’d ever experienced before.
“Mmm, okay, wow.” Sandy pushed me away, catching her breath. “God, I want you. Lie down. I’m going to take care of you, gonna make you feel so good, because you deserve to feel good.” She kissed my cheek, guiding me down onto the bed. “You should always have someone who tells you how amazing you are.” Her mouth found mine, only lingering a moment before it began its journey south.
“God these are perfect.” She kissed and nibbled at my breasts for a long moment before her lips began to trail their way down over my soft belly. Almost on instinct my legs parted, and her warm body pressed against my core as she continued to make her way closer.
Her lips and tongue traveled sensually over my inner thighs, up to my knee and then back down the other side. My whole body was shaking. All the while Sandy was telling me what she loved about my body, how soft my skin was or how good it felt to touch.
Suddenly she was centered between my legs. “Jesus, Melanie, you smell amazing. Mmm.” With that she leaned forward and ran her tongue through my folds. I reached back and grabbed the wooden slats of the headboard, trying not to float off the mattress at the intensity of the pleasure.
Sandy’s tongue was slow and deliberate, never in any hurry to get anywhere, always willing to spend copious amounts of time anywhere it found tasty. Sandy’s arms wrapped around my legs, holding me open so she could feast, and slowly I relaxed, finally accepting what was happening. As I did her hands traveled over my body, touching and caressing, my belly, my love handles, my thighs and hips, all the parts of my body I’d looked at with disgust. She touched them each with tenderness, reverence, while her lips and tongue massaged my most intimate places.
After a time she finally began to center on my clit, licking and sucking. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Everything I’d been imaging since I was a girl, nothing came close to this. My hips began to vibrate.