She never expected to have this experience but can’t turn back now...
First off, let me explain what this story is.
I’m inviting other erotic writers to show what they can do on my Substack page. It is part of my evil plan to take over the whole of Substack with erotica! If anyone is interested in being a guest, have a read of this and then DM me:
My sixteenth guest writer is Forged Desire but maybe I am losing count because I am sure he is also my first…
Oh yes, I have gone back around to the start! Anyway, instead of another interview, I will leave you with a link to his page and the last time he was a guest writer, my first guest I am pleased to say. Plus there are plenty of other stories I have written with him on here, some in the sexting format xxx
She was in Vegas for business. She had had a long day. Got up early, headed to the airport, a short flight, full day of business meetings and finally, now, to her hotel. She headed down to the casino level of the hotel seeking food. These days, casinos don’t make much off food and the pickings were slim. So, she ended up in a fairly quiet sports bar to grab dinner and go over a few spreadsheets.
She was a fit and beautiful 42-year-old woman. She had long brunette hair, a beautiful face, firm thighs, and a nice ass. She was wearing her brand new yoga pants, which accentuated her butt even more, a sweatshirt and not much else, really. Her rather large tits were bulging her sweatshirt, but she didn’t really care at this point. She got a table in a back corner of the bar, opened her laptop and tried to work. The waitress brought her a drink, a Malibu rum fruit concoction to start. She dug into her work.
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Across the bar sat Elle. She was drop dead gorgeous. Thin, athletic, with long blonde hair and noticeable breasts. A businesswoman herself, she was also in Vegas for work. She was sharply dressed in a business suit….a very short, red skirt that was probably giving HR a heart attack somewhere, white silk blouse, white nylons and red high heels to match her suit. Her suit coat was laid over the chair next to her, staving off men who might be tempted. She was sitting there mindlessly looking at her phone, legs crossed, kicking a heel out of her shoe while sipping a glass of white wine. She slyly surveyed the scene but focused on her phone and wine.
She looked up from her spreadsheet and noticed Elle. Wow. She thought. That’s a well put together woman. Nice clothes, beautiful body, perfectly done hair even at the end of the day, and the most amazing lipstick she had seen. She was distracted now. Which didn’t take much. She curiously watched as at least 3 guys came by to hit on her. She waived all of them off. But, why? They were all decent looking guys. Well dressed and clearly had money. Interesting.
She glanced over again and that’s when she made eye contact. Elle looked directly at her with those beautiful green eyes. For the first time, she saw the light hitting Elle’s blonde hair, the shape of her body, her breasts filling out the blouse, and those long, firm legs. The look was just a little longer than it should have been. In a little show of embarrassment, she quickly looked back down at her computer. But thoughts kept running through her head. She looked up again and met Elle’s eyes again. Only this time, Elle looked right at her and smiled. It was a coy, sexy, I know what I want smile. She immediately felt a tingle. A jolt. It was recognizable. But, she had never felt it from a woman before. What is going on here?
She tried to concentrate. But she couldn’t help herself. She glanced again and caught Elle as she was just finishing a sip of wine and watched as she pursed her beautiful red lips and stared right at her. She began to get just a little wet. Elle continued to look at her while she bit down on her lip with that amazing lipstick. Elle just sat there for a second, biting her lip staring at her across the bar. She had those come fuck me eyes, the beautiful hair, and those …lips. She couldn’t stop looking at them. She smiled weakly back at Elle and Elle just smiled back. Elle leaned back so she could take it all in…the legs, the hips, her breasts with that gorgeous blonde hair falling on them, and those lips. She kept looking down at Elle’s legs. They were so firm and athletic and looked so amazing in those white nylons. She got even wetter. She didn’t understand. She was straight! But, here, suddenly out of nowhere, she was getting turned on by this strange, beautiful woman.
Suddenly, Elle grabbed her wine glass and coat and started walking over to her booth. She was awestruck as she took in the sight. Elle walked like a runway model with those gorgeous legs, tight skirt, and amazing smile. Elle came right up to her and said, “my drink is empty. Can I buy us both a round?” She sort of stammered, “sure.” Elle put her jacket on the chair back, turned around and walked to the bar. She watched the entire trip. Damn, she had a nice ass. She clearly worked out often. Elle returned shortly with their drinks and sat down. “I’m Elle. I noticed you were sitting here alone and that’s not a good place to be for a woman by herself in Vegas. I figured you could use the company.” She agreed, slammed her laptop shut, and thanked her for the drink. Elle had slid in close enough that she could smell her perfume, but not too close…yet.
They made some small boring small talk. Every time Elle adjusted her position, she seemed to move closer. She noticed but was intrigued. Was she being hit on by a woman? A gorgeous woman? She figured she was. She had no idea how this was going to end, but she was turned on somehow. Another round or two of drinks and Elle was much closer and they were laughing together. Then she felt Elle’s hand on her thigh. She didn’t fight it. She figured she’d just see how this felt. Elle slid her hand further up her thigh and the lightning bolts got stronger. Elle had no shame. As they talked, Elle didn’t bat an eye while sliding all the way up to her pussy. Elle stopped but slowly rubbed her pinky against her clit. She obliged by spreading her legs just a little bit. They both knew….something was going to happen tonight, though neither was sure what.
She began to ask Elle about sex. Elle told her she was a lesbian. She was so intrigued by this. She had a good friend who was a lesbian, but had never really gotten around to talking about the lifestyle or how lesbian sex worked. She didn’t really understand the feelings and she didn’t know how lesbians actually had sex. Maybe now was an opportunity. As Elle continued to rub her thigh and clit, she asked Elle about what it was like to kiss a woman. Elle smiled slowly and said, “Would you like to find out? I have a bottle of wine in my room.” Elle stood up, grabbed her jacket and looked over at her. She wasn’t sure what to do. But she knew what she wanted to do. She threw her laptop in her briefcase and started to follow Elle. She figured whatever happened in the room would stay there.
They found the right elevator and stepped in. An older couple tried to get in with them, but Elle pushed the door close button and told them it was full. As soon as the doors closed, Elle walked towards her, pushed her against the wall, and held her there as she very slowly leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Just the lips at first but then her tongue cracked her lips. Damn it felt so good. Soft, tender, passionate. They were soon kissing with full force. She felt Elle’s hands run down her body, caressing her tits. The doors started to open. Elle stopped, grabbed her by the hand and led her down the hallway. They walked down the hall holding hands.
They arrived at Elle’s room and quickly entered. Elle threw her jacket onto the furniture, turned around and stood strongly, with her legs apart, making the skirt tight against her firm thighs. She set her briefcase down and sort of stood there, not sure what she was feeling or why. But she knew she was turned on and wet as hell. Elle did the runway walk to her, wrapped her arms around her and began kissing her deeply again. This time, she kissed back. She slid her hands up and felt Elle’s gorgeous tits. She lifted Elle’s skirt up and slid her hands down her thighs. This time it was she that was rubbing the clit. She slid her hand in between Elle’s spread legs and began rubbing circles on Elle’s clit, feeling her warmth and wetness for the first time. It certainly helped that Elle wasn’t wearing any panties. Elle gladly let her unzip her dress and remove her blouse. Elle looked amazing standing there in bra, garter belt and stockings. Elle grabbed her by the hand and led her to the couch. Elle slowly slid her sweater off and then slid her yoga pants down past her ass, before pushing her back to fall on the couch. Elle then proceeded to remove the rest of her clothing and knelt down in between her legs, kissing her deeply again. Elle kissed her way down her body, spending an inordinate amount of time on each nipple. Then, down her stomach before removing her panties, exposing her glistening wet pussy. Elle kissed the insides of her thighs, licking her way down to her pussy, but never quite making contact before heading out the other thigh. She felt like she might explode. She could not believe she was feeling this way with another woman.
Suddenly, Elle plunged her tongue deep inside her pussy and sucked her clit into her mouth. She sucked it in and out, bit down on it, and then gently licked all around it. Elle repeated this over and over. She had never felt this good from oral. She grinded her hips to get more of her into Elle’s mouth. Then Elle slid a finger inside her sopping pussy and found what was, apparently, her G spot. She had heard about this in whispers from other women and online, but had never felt it before, though many partners had tried. Elle was clearly a pro. It was too much. The clit sucking/biting/licking and rubbing on her G spot. She came harder than she could ever remember. She didn’t stop. Neither did Elle. She just felt wave after wave coming over her. Elle just kept going. She tried to push Elle away, but she had wrapped her arms around her thighs and held onto her tight. Finally, when she could not breath anymore, Elle slowly relented and gently slowed and started giving her clit little kisses.
Elle sat on the couch next to her while she caught her breath. Elle slowly ran her fingers up and down her thighs while kissing her neck. When it seemed she came back down to earth, Elle told her, “Ok, now your turn.” Elle leaned back on the couch and spread her legs. She was nervous as hell. She obviously knew what to do but had never done this to a woman before. She slid off the couch and in between Elle’s sexy things. The sheer softness of Elle’s stockings immediately turned her on again. She went down on Elle slowly. She actually enjoyed the sweet smell of Elle’s pussy. She gently touched her tongue as if afraid of the taste. Elle grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her onto Elle’s clit. She quickly got to work. She slid two fingers into Elle’s pussy as she gave her clit all the attention she could muster. It wasn’t long before Elle was screaming out, grabbing her hair and pulling her hard. She didn’t stop and gave Elle a couple of trips around the globe. She finally backed off and collapsed next to Elle on the couch.
Elle gave her a long, deep kiss and told her to wait there. She wasn’t sure what to expect at this point. Soon, Elle came out of the bedroom wearing a huge strap-on dildo. She had never seen one in real life. Wow. It was big! Elle stopped in front of her and asked, “What do you think of it?” She wasn’t sure. She’d never felt one before. Elle got a little stern with her now. Elle grabbed her hair and pulled her onto all fours on the couch. Elle licked the tip and slowly slid just the tip into her. It felt so good, but so damn big. Elle slid the tip in and out, loosening her up a little bit. Then, suddenly, she slid it all the way in. She screamed out. Elle smiled as she grabbed her hips and pulled out a bit. Using her grip on her hips, Elle drove in hard and deep again. She screamed out again. Elle let go of her hip with one hand and grabbed a fistful of hair. Elle yanked her head back, hard, and kept driving deep into her. She couldn’t move. The feeling was too intense, and Elle had a hold of her hip and complete control of her head. She just let Elle fuck her. What else was she supposed to do? It didn’t take long before she came…hard. She was so sensitive already, she came hard and screamed. She was normally quiet, but Elle made her scream out. Elle fucked her through several more orgasms before slowly pulling the dildo out of her and letting her collapse on the couch.
Elle slowly and gently began kissing her body. She was too exhausted to move. Elle laid down next to her on the couch and just enjoyed her soft skin together. As she regained her composure, she exchanged phone numbers with Elle and promised to meet her again in Vegas. She awkwardly got dressed and walked, almost staggered, out of Elle’s room. Her head was spinning but she could only think of how to get more of Elle. She had no idea Elle was collapsed on her couch, thinking of how to get her back in her room again….and how to take it up a notch next time. Elle had found her little sub…..She just didn’t know it yet.
Perfect way to start a Sunday
I love first-time stories. This one nails it. Maybe we should always aim to make every sexual encounter a first for something.