Sandra and Ana.....an experience to be told(ff,masturbation, true.



        "My life is in shambles! I fucken want someone to love dammit!"
Her face was so kind looking. You know the kind of look that makes you
feel soft in their presence? Sandra's eyes were full of tears. She was a
lonely single mother of twins trying to make it in life. Working a job that
paid enough to survive if the cat wasn't hungry. 
           "I am so fucken sick and tired of finding losers!" she said staring
at
me. We sat face to face on the old couch that sagged on the back patio. The
sun was just hovering over the frail tree tops. The heavy tree limbs swayed
as the summer breeze swirled in and out at our feet, moving grass
trimmings in little whirl winds. 
          "Well maybe you need to quit looking at losers in bars" I said in a
gentle tone.
          "Easy for you to say, you are never looking for anyone!"
          We sat there and drank our iced tea in silence. Sandra had been
someone I knew for what seemed like forever. I loved who she was and
how she thought. She was pushing forty and felt like she was aging alone.
This was the first time I noticed her beauty. Her hair draped her naked
shoulders in colors of browns, like the fall. Her mouth was perfectly
shaped. I loved her smile. Sandra's eyes were a vivid jealous green. 
           As she went on and on about her absent love life I watched her
movements. Graceful she was, like a mature ballerina in full bloom. Her
hands danced in the sunshine as she cursed each lover before the last. Her
breasts were small and ripe. I felt as though I should have reached out and
touched them. 
          "You always have masturbation" I said interrupting her in
mid-sentence. 
          "What? Where did that come from?" she asked as her voice softened
as she waited for and answer.
          "I dunno, I always hear women talking about how great masturbation
is." I blushed. I could feel the blood moving into my cheeks filling them
with warmth.
          "What do you mean? Hearing women talk about it??? Don't you
masturbate?"
           I moved my body towards it center, and felt as though I would
crumble at any minute. I was so embarrassed. I just let her know that I
didn't do this. I had tried many times to get it right but somehow never got
the jist of it. I felt foolish with my hand in such a place, and worse, alone!
         "Well...." I said hesitating.
         "Well what?" she paused trying to catch my eyes. 
         "I never got it right so I gave up!" I laughed a uneasy laugh. I
crossed
my legs and had the major physical defense thing going on by now. 
         "Let me teach you Ana" she said with a soft pitiful smile. Okay, was
she joking or what? Teach me? How the hell could she teach me to
masturbate. Geeez I was a 28 year old woman....
        " Okay teach me Sandra, tell me all the great secrets" I said with
great
sarcasm.
         Just then she put her hand a top of mine and squeezed. She stood in
front of me and began to undress. First she twisted her locks on her head
driving a pencil through it  with care. Then I watched her untie the small
blue bows that rested over her shoulders that held her dress up. 
       " Look at me Ana, feel my soul. Be a part of who I am " she whispered.
Now I knew she wasn't playing with me. She was serious and I was
pleased. Her eyes locked with mine as she untied the right bow first.
Holding her dress to her chest she untied the left bow with the other hand.
Still holding her dress she held her hand out to me, I placed mine in hers
and followed her inside.
        I watched her move as we walked inside. Sandra's hips swayed from
left to right. She was a thin woman with great shape. Her back had spatters
of freckles here and there  that made me incredibly aroused. I traced her
spine from her neck to her panty line with my middle finger. She giggled
like a school girl. As she led me into the bathroom I became a bit puzzled.
I thought we would end up in the bedroom. I sat on the commode and
watched as she lit a candle. She smiled. I smiled. Then Sandra turned to
the bathtub and began running the water.
       "Mildy hot, not to to hot. You never want it to hot" she said as she
looked over her shoulder. Still holding her light blue printed dress to her
chest she stood in front of me on the most beautiful maroon rug. I had a
bad habit of looking down when I became nervous and studied the details
of this rug. "Up here, look at me, watch me, try to learn from this Ana."
      "Ok. I am a little nervous. I don't think I have ever been so intimate
with a woman."
      " Oh keep your eyes open it will happen one day. I can tell. You are
open, but you need someone to lead you" she said as her hand touched my
shoulder.
       Sandra stepped back and released her dress. The soft pastel material
slid down her body and gathered around her ankles. Her breasts were
incredible. I looked down. 
      "Please don't look away Ana, be with me, try to feel me with your
soul."
      "K" I said, starting at her neatly pink polished toenails, then up her
legs
passing her panties and up to her breasts. Ahhh her breasts. Small in form
but so perfectly created. Her nipples were large and stuck out inviting my
warm mouth to caress them. But I stayed still. Her skin was unblemished
and taught for her age. Creamy white and soft looking. Our eyes met. Time
stood still.
      " I am feeling kinda weird here Sandra" I said trying to find an escape.
      "It's because this is new to you, just relax" she said in that sensual
soothing voice I have heard before.
      Sandra ran her fingers across her tummy, then slipping her fingertips
under the elastic band of cotton panties, she slid them off, slowly, real
slow. I thought I would go mad, until I saw the blonde fur that was so
neatly manicured. She watched me squirm on the commode, knowing she
was making me crazy. Then she stepped her feet apart. With one hand she
slide two fingers across the lips of her sex not entering, just teasing. I
felt
my own sex began to grow with wet fluid. I wanted to touch my own sex,
or touch hers. Her sex was so beautiful, that I imagined eating a over ripe
peach when the juices drip down the sides of your face. I wanted to run my
tongue up the slit and find the place where she would scream my name out
to the gods. She smiled and turned stepping into the warm water. Her well
shaped legs draped the sides of this old discolored porcelain victorian
bathtub. Then she let the water drain out a bit. I was confused.  
      "Watch me Ana, this is the heavenly part of masturbation, or cheating"
she laughed.
      She leaned forward turning the water back on, adjusted the flow and
temperature, then slid down slamming her ass against the foot of the tub.
The water flow hit her sex with some amount of force. I was dizzy, looking
at the black and white tiles, and counting the shampoo bottles in a frenzy. I
was so aroused. 
     " Okay" she said looking back at me," I am going to do my thing and
you watch me. If you want you can come closer."
     "K" I said, not moving a muscle. 
     Her hands moved about her tummy touching and gliding. Her nipples
were erect and sat on top of her like Hershey’s chocolate, only in a white
creamy color. Then she opened her sex. I had to be closer. I moved towards
the tub and knelt next to her. She smiled and touched my cheek. I was lost
and she knew it. I saw pinks and mauves like a artist had painted the soft
tissues lining her sex. The water hit her clit and moved it back and forth as
she slipped her finger deep in her sex. I wanted to taste her. Her moans
were light and I knew she was climbing with intent. I moved my hands
towards the water, her eyes opened. Her hand moved around mine as she
moved it towards her sex. I cupped her sex just so I could feel her heat and
her passion. I began a soft gentle rub along the length of her front side.
Then I stood and bent over the tub and tasted her. The water splashed on
the floor and drenched my clothes as it hit my head and ran down my neck.
She moved back a bit and I swirled my tongue in a feather light flick. Her
voice became deeper as she moaned for me to move faster. Her hands
around my neck and the water flowing was a beautiful sight. I grabbed her
legs and turned her around, first entering my tongue in her sex then
drawing it along her clit.  My fingertips twirled her nipples between my
fingertips when I heard the cry. The cry of orgasm. The satisfaction that I
had
wanted to feel all the years of my life. 
     I toweled her off that night, and pampered her like a queen. I poured her
a cup of red wine and fed her grapes. We didn't say much to eachother that
night. It wasn't about being woman and woman, it was about spirit with
spirit. Being one with one another.
     Her and I are still very good friends and are both very sensual. We never
speak of that summer night nor do we ask ourselves why we did it. But
sometimes when I am my  garden I can smell her sex among the fragrance
of flowers that grow there.~