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All-Female Networking Group

By Jenny Finder

Part 1

I've sampled having sex with men alone, with men and women jointly, and
with women alone.  I must admit that sex in any of its variations is good,
but by far the most gratifying and pleasing is sex with women alone.  Since
first tasting the fruits of Lesbianism, I have hungered only for women and
have concluded that I have likely been a Lesbian all my life.....I just had
to sample hetero- and bi-sexual sex to truly enjoy anything else.  My first
lovemaking with another woman occurred following the breakup of my marriage
to a fairly nice man.....he and I just didn't hit it off.
 
 Two women from work and I were helping another newly divorced woman (her
name was Rose) get set up in a new apartment. We were painting walls,
drinking wine, etc., and I stayed after the other two women left (they
lived together). It got so late that I spent the night. Rose only had one
bed, and so we just sort of snuggled up together. She leaned over and
kissed me lightly. At first I believe we both knew she was just being nice
and expressing gratitude for the help, but then she kissed me again. When
her hand rested on my breast I knew there was more than just gratitude
being expressed, and more than just the warmth of the wine that was driving
her. I began kissing her back and started rubbing her breasts. We were
getting really turned on by this time. Things happened so fast that I think
it took us both by surprise. We simultaneously began rubbing each other's
pussy and then she put her middle finger inside me. I hadn't had sex in any
form for quite some time, and I loved it! Then it was two fingers,
increasing even more the joy I felt.  I soon reciprocated.  In and out, in
and out. I could feel my pussy contracting and could feel her pussy
gripping my fingers. She then rolled over and started humping and rubbing
her clit on mine - with our fingers still inserted in each other and still
pumping. I don't know how we got in those positions or who came first, but
it was a real explosion for both of us. We both had been so long without
"it" that it was like a life raft to a drowning person. We sort of drifted
off to sleep for a while but soon woke up for more. It was slower and
sexier each of the two additional times.  We fucked each other a few more
times after that, but she ended up leaving the U.S. and living in South
America (her family lives there).  My second woman lover was a blonde
beauty massage therapist named Coni.
 
Coni and I were in an all-female Networking Group (executive secretaries,
CPAs, stock brokers, small business owners, etc.).  As I said before, Coni
is very professional and very good at her job.  It was her policy to give a
free massage to each of the group's members, but I just couldn't seem to
find the time to go to her office. I always work long hours and
occasionally spend the night at my office (my house is about 30 miles away
and I don't like to drive alone in the dark). Coni was insistent and said
she would bring her portable table to my office and fix me up.  I agreed.
I must say that before that time I never felt any special "sparks" between
us, but then, we had never spent any time together outside the group.  On
the appointed evening she showed up promptly and set up her table.  I'm on
the second floor of my building and have a large, ceiling-to-floor window
in front, so we put a screen in front of the window.  I undressed,
positioned myself face down (with a sheet over my butt, of course), and
turned myself over to Coni. She turned off the main overhead lights, lit
candles & incense, and spent the next two hours turning me into a puddle!
As she rubbed the warm oil onto my body and began her massage, she kept
talking softly to me. "Poor little muscles. Relax, relax. Poor little
arms. Poor little back. Ooo, just relax, relax. Poor little legs. I'll make
you feel better."  I was so relaxed that I didn't think twice when she
helped me turn over onto my back - all the while talking very softly, and
her hands never stopped.  The only thing that remained covered was my
pussy. She began by rubbing my face and neck and then moved lower. As she
rubbed my chest just above my breasts, I opened my eyes and looked at her.
She never stopped rubbing, she just repeated, "Relax, relax. Let me do the
work."  She was such a sweet, open person that it never occurred to me not
to let her do whatever she wanted. Then she began rubbing the tops of my
breasts. Slowly, in a circular motion, keeping up a regular rhythm. It
didn't take long before my nipples were hard and standing at attention, but
I kept my eyes shut.  It seemed as if she lingered on my nipples
forever. It felt incredible and I never wanted her to stop.  Soon she was
rubbing under my breasts and on the sides of my breasts, then down my sides
and across my stomach, around my navel, inside and below my navel, on my
lower stomach.  She rubbed right to the edge of the sheet that was covering
my pussy and lingered in that sensitive area like she did on my breasts.

Round and round, light pressure, heavier pressure, over and over. Then she
massaged each of my legs in turn, all the way down to my feet. She massaged
each toe and the bottoms of my feet (when she did the bottoms of my feet, I
could feel that in my pussy!! Of course, by this time I was pretty much
feeling everything there!).  When she moved back up my legs to just under
by pussy, she got me to turn over again. She removed the sheet completely
and began massaging my ass cheeks, then began dipping down between
them. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. Good grief!  I was losing my mind!  As she
massaged between my cheeks she began to spread my legs apart and began
rubbing my inner thighs just below my pussy. It seemed to go on forever.
Then she had me turn back over onto my back, almost never ceasing her
rubbing on my inner thighs. She then poured warm oil onto my already
sopping pussy and began the circular movements on my mound, just above my
clit.  I think I was moaning at this time, but I can't swear to it - I was
on another planet. She pulled my legs further apart and moved lower. She
was now massaging my clit and the folds below it. She kept up that steady
pace and would occasionally pinch my clit.  I was going nuts, but she never
stopped.  Up and down my pussy and clit.  Then she began dipping a finger
or two into my pussy.  By this time my hips were moving in rhythm with her
hands. She began to increase her pace and the pressure of her hands got
harder. I was just about ready to cum, but then she reached under my ass
with one hand and rubbed my anus hard and stuck one finger in, all the
while pumping my pussy and pinching my clit - my hips pushing my pussy
farther onto her fingers. The climaxes came wave after wave. I came so hard
that I thought I'd fall off the table. She brought me down slowly by easing
up on the pressure of her hands. We exchanged a long, lingering, exploratory
kiss.  All the while she kept her fingers in my pussy, working in and out
in that slow rhythm of hers until I settled down.  With our tongues still
exploring each other, I reached up and began rubbing her very large breasts
through her blouse .  I wasn't going to stop until she was naked, too!  I
wanted so badly to return the favor but there had been no time. She had to
head home before it got too late.  But we promised each other that there
would be other times for us.
 
It had been almost a week since I had seen Coni and in that time all I
could think of was the "massage" I had received from her skillful hands. My
mind kept drifting back, reliving the feeling of her fingers inside me
making me so wet I thought at the time that I would slide off the massage
table.  Just thinking about it made me wet again.  And the feelings were
intensified by the knowledge that I would see her in a short while at the
next meeting of the Networking Group.