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18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not
read.
   I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send
them the earlier parts each time.  The story is a work in progress that
sometimes changes in addition to being added to.  If you like the story
please let me know.  Thanks, Lynne
   Skiing Part II
   Nichole and I had met the day before on the ski slopes and had spent the
night together, my first night with someone, and my first night with
another woman.  Now here we were again, together on the ski slope but so
many things had changed.  I was no long unsure of my sexuality.  I was no
longer a virgin, well technically I guess I was, but I was no longer a
22-year-old woman who had never experienced sex.  The previous night had
been one that I had often dreamed of but never really thought would happen.
How often, alone in my bed at night, I had touched myself hoping that
someone would someday touch me in the same way.  Nichole had taught me in
one night that my dreams of someone touching me the same way were silly. 
She touched me in ways I never dreamed anyone would.
   Now we were on the mountain having a fun day as she skied and I
snowboarded.  We looked like an older and younger sister or perhaps aunt
and niece.  Only when we were sure we were alone and no one could see would
we sneak a kiss or intimate moment.  I kept thinking about last night and
couldn't wait for tonight.  I kept thinking about Nichole's body.  I kept
thinking about spending the night in her arms, in her bed.  I kept thinking
about all the things she could show and teach me.  I kept thinking about
how wonderful she tasted when for the first time in my life I tasted
another woman.
   As the day wore on Nichole started to tease me.  She seemed to enjoy
making me blush.  As we went up in the chairlift she told me what she would
do to me once she got me home.  How she would undress me.  How she would
just sit back and look at my nude body as she masturbated in front of me,
not letting me touch myself as she did it.  How she would have me
masturbate for her.  She told me how she would expect me to cater to her
every wish and whim.  How she would spank me like a bad girl if I didn't. I
was getting very turned on by the idea of this older sexy woman dominating
me, controlling me, making me do things I had never done before.  The thing
that most intrigued me most, the thing that got me so horny that I was
wiggling around in the chairlift, the thing that actually made me want to
touch myself right then and there, was that she planned on taking me back
to her hotel, showering with me and then shaving my mound so it would be as
smooth and bare as her own.  I was squirming in the chair so much that it
started to sway.  Without warning she leaned over as if whispering into my
ear, but instead her tongue ran over it.  I almost fell off the lift.
   As we neared the end of the day I was so excited sexually that I was
sure everyone in the lift line could smell my sex.  All day Nichole had
been teasing me.  Telling me how many orgasms I was going to have that
night.  Telling me how hot it made her thinking about me.  Telling me about
all the things she was going to do to me when we got back to the hotel. 
Telling me how much she wanted to run her tongue over my freshly shaven
mound.  Once, when I had to pee after we had stopped for Nichole to get a
binding adjusted, I actually masturbated in the restroom at the ski area. I
felt so naughty while doing it but I had to find some relief before I
burst. It took me less than a minute to cum and I almost bit through my lip
trying to be quiet.  When I came out of the stall my face was flushed and I
was sure it wasn't just the wind and sun that had made me so red.
   By 3:00 p.m.  we were both done with skiing.  We had skied hard all day
and my legs were sore from going down so many bump runs.  Nichole was an
expert skier, although she kept saying how she couldn't ski like she once
did because of bad knees.  But still, she managed to make a very smooth and
effortless run down High Rustler and try as I might I couldn't keep up and
took quite a spill when I got going to fast and started to take the bumps
with a lot more air and a lot less control than was prudent, especially on
a snowboard in bumps.  Thankfully Utah snow tends to be soft and fluffy
when you land and the 8 inches of powder that had fallen during the night
help make my landing relatively soft.  What hurt most was my pride.  But by
the end of the day we were both sore in that good way that said you worked
hard and had fun.
   As we were walking out to the car we ran into some of my friends from
school.  Nichole smiled when I introduced her as a family friend. 
Everything was going fine until one of my friends asked how long she had
known me.
   "Well, lets just say that I remember Lynne when she only came up to
here." Nichole put her hand on her waist, the point where my head had come
up to the night before when I had gotten down on my knees as I had gotten
my first taste of a woman.  I blushed so hard that I felt as if I were a
beacon in the parking lot.  Nichole gave me a little wink.
   We said goodbye to my friends and headed to the car.  Nichole turned to
me and said, "And I expect to see you come up to here again tonight.  In
fact, I expect you to be up to here a lot tonight."
   I didn't know what to say, but I did know I expected to be up to there
as soon as we got through the door of her hotel room.
   The whole car ride back seemed to be designed to get me as hot and horny
as possible.  Nichole kept telling me how we were going to spend our
evening.  First, she was going to take me up to the room and have me
undress for her, get out of my ski clothing.  She intended to sit there and
drink a glass of wine while I undressed for her.  She then intended to have
a second glass while I explored my own body for her.  She would tell me
where she wanted to touch, how she wanted me to touch it.  She intended to
have a third glass as she watched me bring myself to orgasm, and I would
not be allowed to have an orgasm until the very last sip was gone from that
glass.  She said the hotter I made her, the thirstier she would get, and
the faster she would drink her wine.  The faster she drank her wine the
sooner I would get to cum.
   I was squirming in my seat as she drove and told me her plans.  I could
feel myself getting wetter and wetter.  Nichole smiled at me when she saw
that I just couldn't get comfortable.  She reached over and put her hand
between my legs and started to rub the fabric of my jeans.  Oh god how good
it felt.  I spread my legs and let myself slide down in the seat as far as
the seatbelt would allow.
   "I bet you are very wet right now aren't you?" Nichole said, very matter
of factly.
   "You know I am," I said as I tried to raise my mound up so it would make
a little more contact with her hand.  "You know you were making me wet all
day."
   "Well, maybe we should do something about it then." Nichole reached up
and undid the button on my jeans.  She then slowly unzipped them, all the
time not taking her eyes off the road.  Playfully she ran a finger under
the elastic of the top of my panties.  "You know, I don't think that zipper
goes down far enough, why don't you just take them off."
   I couldn't believe what she was asking.  Her rental car was a small
compact and all around us people were driving by in SUV's, pickups and even
large delivery and transport trucks.  But I was so horny that I really
didn't care.  I scooted my bottom off the seat and slid my jeans down
around my knees.
   Nichole's hand started to brush over my panty-covered mound.  The crotch
was soaking wet and I am sure she must have been able to feel it as she
gently brushed her fingertips over my mons.  I reclined the seat a little
so she would have even easier access and just closed my eyes.  I really
didn't want to see the eyes of the people who might look down into the car
but I didn't care what they saw.  I was sure I would know none of them, at
least I hoped, and if I did I am sure that they wouldn't be looking at my
face anyway.
   "Just as I thought, very damp," Nichole said as she pressed a finger
between my labia majora, forcing the fabric of the panties to get even
wetter.  "This just will not do.  I can't have you running around in wet
panties that smell like sex all night."
   She kept rubbing and I kept squirming.  Her fingers seemed to know just
where and when to touch me.  My jeans had now fallen down around my ankles
and my knees were wide, one against the door, the other against the shift
lever.  I heard her but it really didn't register at first.
   "Well, I guess I will just have to stop," Nichole said and put her hand
back on the steering wheel.  Only then did my mind actually understand what
she said, and what I had to do.  I lifted my bottom as I slid my panties
down, and took both those and my jeans completely off.  I was naked from
the waist down just as we were coming out of the canyon.  Traffic was just
about to get very heavy.  It was rush hour and I really didn't care.
   "Now isn't that better," Nichole said as she reached back down between
my legs.  My hair was matted by my wetness and my labia were swollen and
full, parting even without the help of Nichole's fingers.  My labia minora
was peeking out since it too was engorged and blossoming.  "Now why don't
you just relax, we should be back to the hotel in no time." Nichole's
finger easily slid into me.
   The entire ride back to town was a blur.  I felt so good, with Nichole's
expert fingers probing and pushing, stroking and sticking.  I soon found
that my hands had pulled my sweater and t-neck up so they could get access
to my super sensitive nipples.  When I did look up for the most part it
seemed I was going un-noticed by the passing vehicles as we drove on the
highway.  When we hit the exit ramp however I did look up and a truck
driver was looking down.  I felt like such a slut as I opened my legs even
further and squeezed my breasts together so he could have a better view. 
Nichole took her hand away and sucked on her finger when she noticed him
watching.  He was seeing something that no man would ever have and I wanted
it to drive him crazy.  I knew it also turned Nichole on so I reached down
and started to play with myself as he watched and Nichole sucked on her
finger.  When the light turned green I put two very wet fingers up to my
own lips and licked them clean.  I could hear horns honking as we drove
away.
   Nichole seemed content to let me play with myself for a while as we
drove through city traffic.  My seat was completely reclined and my fingers
were busy as I tried to keep myself hot, but not cum.  I wanted to save
that for Nichole.  She kept telling me that watching me do this was making
her wet.  She told me whenever a truck, pickup or SUV was coming up next to
us so I could really put on a show.  She would let them watch for a while
and then zip away and quickly lose them in traffic.  Thankfully she had
learned how to drive in Boston.
   I could tell that the ride was taking longer than it should, but I
really didn't care.  I was making Nichole happy and I was really enjoying
discovering a part of me I never really knew I had.  I had been naked
before around other people, but it had always been either sunbathing,
skinny dipping or sitting in a hot spring on a river trip.  Right now I was
getting very turned on by the idea that people could get turned on just by
watching me touch myself.  Nichole being one of those people made it
perfect.
   "Here we are, finally," Nichole said as we pulled into the garage of the
hotel.  "You better stop that now, or else we will never leave this car."
she sounded disappointed that the show was ending as she shut off the
engine.  But before she let me up, she reached over and wet one finger for
a final taste.
   I quickly dressed as Nichole found a place to park in the garage.  I
didn't bother putting on my damp panties but rather just shoved them in the
back pocket of my jeans.  We grabbed our ski stuff and I grabbed my
overnight bag and headed up the elevators to the main lobby.  As soon as
the elevator doors closed Nichole leaned over and kissed me.
   Unfortunately it was a very short ride and the kiss lasted only a few
seconds, but it was so sweet that I was left a little light headed when the
doors opened.  We had to walk across the lobby to get to the elevators that
led up to the rooms.  Midway through the lobby Nichole quickly snatched my
panties out of my back pocket and let them fall on the floor.  She kept
walking, as if nothing happened, and left me to go back and pick up my
panties in front of the about 30 people who were milling about the lobby. I
blushed as I rushed to catch up with her before the elevator doors closed.
   "That wasn't very nice," I said, pouting.  I was embarrassed.  Even
though everyone in the lobby probably didn't know my panties were wet and
smelled of my sex, it was still embarrassing to have to pick them up in
front of everyone.  Hopefully they just thought they had dropped out of my
bag and not my pocket.
   As the door closed Nichole pushed me against the side of the elevator
and kissed me hard.  We were on the 16th floor so the ride would take a
while.  After a quick, but hard and passionate kiss Nichole broke it off
and said, "I will do what I want with you when I want to.  I don't want to
hear any whining about being embarrassed or upset.  You will do what I say,
when I say it."
   Now I was perhaps 4 inches taller than Nichole, and even though she was
in shape I could easily have pushed her away and against the other side of
the elevator if I wanted to.  But I found myself excited and scared at the
same time.  Never had anyone been so dominant with me.  I suddenly found
myself wanting to please her even more.  I wanted her to tell me what to do
and when to do it.  I wanted her to control me.  "Yes ma'am," I said meekly
as I looked down at the floor.
   She kissed me once more, tenderly and softly.  "That is better, I would
hate to have to punish you if you disobeyed."
   Punished?  Suddenly I found myself wanting to be punished.  Suddenly I
found myself wanting to be a bad girl.  My god, what was happening to me?
   As soon as we entered the door to Nichole's hotel room I was all over
her.  But she instantly pushed me away and started to walk toward the
little kitchenette the outer room of the suite had.  I stood there stunned,
still holding my bag and wearing my coat at Nichole took off her coat,
opened the small icebox the room had and took out a bottle of wine.  She
looked at me as she opened it and poured herself a glass.  I was almost in
tears from a combination of the rejection and sexual frustration.  Nichole
still hadn't said a word as she sat down on the love seat and took her
first glass of wine.
   "What, did you think I was kidding when we were talking today?" Nichole
said as she took her second sip.  "I told you I had our evening planned
out. Have you forgotten already?"
   My mind suddenly started to go over the day and then I remembered.  I
was sure at the time she had been only teasing me.  Now it was evident she
had not.  I had never undressed in front of anyone before as they just sat
there and watched, never mind stripped in a sexual way.  The only thing I
had to base what I was about to do on was one night in high school.  I had
been staying over a friend's house since her parents had gone out of town
for the weekend.  She had found a tape in her parent's room of a movie
called Showgirls.  We giggled a lot that night as we watched it.  I also
had gotten very wet watching the women on the screen dance.  I also
remember how horny I had gotten watching the scenes that involved two
women. Even then I knew I was different, but did not want to admit it. 
Later, as my friend slept in her bed and I slept on the mattress on the
floor I had masturbated thinking about the women on the tape and what it
would be like to dance like that for my friend, and to have her dance for
me.  I guess now would be my chance to see what it was like.
   I put down my overnight bag and took off my coat.  Then I walked over to
the television and turned on the radio that was integrated into it. 
Figures the first thing that came on was some religious broadcasting
network.  I sort of giggled as I searched for something that seemed like it
would be more appropriate.
   I finally found something and turned to Nichole.  She took another sip
of wine and sat back.  I started to sway with the music just as a
commercial came on.  This was almost getting comical.  I waited for the
music to start up one more time and started to dance again.
   As I swayed with the music I began to undress.  I felt very silly, but
when I looked at how Nichole was watching me, with what could only be
described as lust in her eyes, I suddenly felt less silly and more sexy. 
She had been teasing me all day, now it was my turn to tease her.
   Even thought I wasn't dressed in what you would consider the most
provocative outfit, I tried to do the best I could.  I had on my jeans,
t-neck, snow boots, and bra.  My panties were still stuffed in my back
pocket.  First I danced around the room a little, watching Nichole watch
me. I ran my hands over my body and paid a lot of attention to my breasts,
squeezing them and kneading them.  Then I pulled out a chair to sit on and
take off my boots, by far the least erotic part of the show, but Nichole
didn't seem to care, in fact when I pulled out the chair I could tell she
liked the idea of the chair being there.  I then stood up and undid the
button on my jeans and slowly unzipped them.  I let them ride on my hips as
I danced a little more and lifted my t-neck to show off my nice flat belly.
I played with the top of my bush, just hidden from view, as I ran my hands
over the soft skin of my belly.  I reached up under my t-neck and undid the
clasp on the front of my bra and did the old take off your bra without
removing your shirt trick.  I could tell that Nichole liked seeing my very
erect nipples pushing against the fabric of my t-neck.  I paid particular
attention to them for a while, both for Nichole and myself since I love to
play with those sensitive little buds.
   Another ad came on but this time I really didn't care.  I could tell
that Nichole was really starting to enjoy my show.  She was the one who
seemed uncomfortable now as she kept shifting her position on the couch. 
She had almost seemed to forget the wine, something I remembered that I did
not want her to do, so I walked over a dipped a finger in it.  I then
raised my t-neck to expose one nipple and ran the wine around it.  Then I
leaned down and licked it.  I had never done this before, and when I did I
couldn't understand why I had waited so long.  My own tongue on my nipple
felt wonderful and dirty.  I kept licking and sucking it as my free hand
reached down inside my jeans for the first time.  I stuck the finger I had
dipped in the wine between my lips and it didn't take but a second for me
to get it wet.  I then brought it out and repeated with my own juices what
I had done with the wine.  When I licked my nipple this time it tasted even
sweeter.
   Now I could tell I really had Nichole's attention.  I ran my hand down
my belly and played with the top of my jeans.  My pubic hair was barely
visible at the bottom of the parted zipper.  Sliding my hand inside them, I
knew Nichole could see what my fingers were doing, but everything was still
covered.  I slid my finger deep inside myself as I spread my legs even
farther.  When I removed my finger it was soaked with my wetness.  I walked
over to Nichole, took her glass with my other hand, and ran my damp finger
around the rim.  That completed I once again dipped my wet finger in the
golden liquid and swirled it around.  Now I lifted the other side of my
t-neck and leaned in close to Nichole's face.  With my nipple just inches
from her I applied the mixture of liquids to my nipple.  It was hard and
sensitive and the cool mixture felt so good.  When Nichole licked it clean
it felt even better.
   I let Nichole lick and suck my nipple for a minute before I moved away.
She immediately grabbed her wine glass and took a sip, then she ran her
tongue around the top, like she was licking the salt off a margarita.  It
probably did taste a little salty when I think about it.  And I know from
licking my own nipple how wonderful the wine tasted with a little bit of me
added.
   Off came the t-neck in one quick motion.  It was time to use the chair
to it fullest.  I pulled it close enough so I could rest my feet on the
coffee table and sat down, my legs spread wide but my mound still covered
by my now soaking wet jeans.  There was a visible dark spot between my legs
where the fabric had gotten dampened by now dripping mound.  I sat down and
put my feet up on the table and spread my legs as wide as I could.  I
slouched down so my bottom was almost completely hanging off the seat of
the chair.  I started to play with my breasts first, watching Nichole as I
did so.  I also kept looking at the wine glass in her hand.  It only had a
mouthful or two left and I desperately wanted her to finish that wine,
knowing I couldn't go onto the next step until she did.  But she just
teasingly took little sips.  One hand moved down between my legs, rubbing
myself through the outside of my jeans.  The denim was rough and heavy as I
rubbed myself.  Nichole was definitely enjoying watching this.  She kept
teasing me, licking the rim of the glass, taking small sips.  How I wanted
to be naked in front of her.  How I wanted her to watch my touch myself. 
How I wanted to please her.  Finally, she took one last gulp and nodded
towards me.  I lifted my legs high in the air and slid my jeans down them.
The view I gave her of my now drenched mound made me feel so dirty, but I
knew I would be giving her an even better view in just a matter of moments.
A view that I never thought I would give anyone.
   "Stop right there," Nichole said as she stood up.  She walked over to
the kitchette and filled her wine glass.  She then came back and sat down
on the couch.  I had my knees up to my chest and my feet crossed, covering
myself the best I could.  Nichole leaned back.  "Put each foot on one end
of the table," she directed.
   I did exactly as she told me, even though it left me very exposed.  My
mound was full, open and wet.  I had never seen myself this excited and I
looked down at myself for a moment.  Then I looked up at Nichole.  I waited
for her to tell me what to do next.
   The rest of the evening is one I will never forget.  Nichole taught me
so much about myself, how to touch myself, where to touch myself and when
to touch myself.  She had me first explore my skin, the skin of my chest,
my breasts without touching my nipples, the sensitive skin of the
undersides of my breasts, my stomach.  She had my caress the insides of my
thighs, the crease where my thigh meets my crotch and the folds where my
legs meet my body.  She had me caress my own face and suck my own fingers.
All this time she had me sit with my legs spread, the wet spot on the chair
growing.  I could feel my juices running out of my now open hole, running
down over my ass and dripping onto the chair.
   Once I had explored myself totally, without touching a single special
spot, Nichole then directed me to touch myself like I would while I
masturbated.
   "Finally," I thought, but it turned out I was going much to fast.
   "Slower," Nichole directed.  "Just brush your nipples at first.  Like
this." Nichole lifted her sweater and released her breasts.  I watched as
her fingers just brushed over her nipples.  The responded quickly and my
fingers soon mimicked hers.  When she ran her fingers over her areola I did
the same.  When she brushed just the tips of her fingers over her nipple,
so did I.  When she started to run her hand down her stomach, mine followed
as if Nichole herself was controlling it.
   Nichole stood up and undid her slacks.  She let them fall and took down
her panties in one swift movement.  She then sat back down and took another
drink of wine.  "Now Lynne, touch yourself for me.  Show me how you would
bring yourself to orgasm, but don't.  After I watch you, I will show you
how to do it oh so much better."
   My hand, which had stopped where to the waist of my jeans would have
been, where Nichole's hand had stopped, now continued down.  My hand first
brushed over my engorged labia, parting it slightly.  It ran through my
damp pubic hair as one finger parted first my outer, then inner lips.  I
rubbed gently, running my fingers up and down, up almost to my pearl and
then back down to my drenched slit.  I was using my own juices to make
myself wet and slippery.  When I thought I was wet enough I pulled my hood
back and exposed my pearl for the first time.  It was hard and sensitive.
The first touch almost sent me over the edge.
   "STOP," Nichole commanded.
   Startled I pulled my hand away quickly and brought my knees to my chest.
What had I done wrong?  Nichole just sat there, shaking her head like a
disappointed teacher.  She sighed deeply.
   "Why do you young women always want to cum so soon?" she said as she
parted her own legs, giving me a great view of her smoothly shaven mound.
She was aroused it was easy to see, her lips full and open, her pearl
peeking out from under it's hood, a glistening of moisture from around her
opening.  She spread her legs much as mine were, one heel on each end of
the table.  I started to relax and grow, if it was possible, even more
horny that before.
   "So soon," I said.  I had been dying to cum for so long now that I
thought I was going to burst when it finally happened.  I had never been so
aroused for so long in my life, and the feeling was starting to tear at my
loins, straining to get out like it had never done before.
   "Yes, so soon.  You should savor yourself, like savoring a glass of fine
wine or a wonderful dessert.  You want that feeling to never end, you want
it to last forever.  But you want to cum so much that you ignore how
wonderful the feeling is leading up to your orgasm.  You need to know how
to tease yourself, how to bring yourself to the edge and back away.  Your
clit begs you to touch it so you do, you abuse it.  You don't caress it. 
You don't make love to it and yourself.  Spread your legs, I am going to
show you how it is done." Nichole stuck one of her fingers in her mouth,
wet it, and reached down between her legs.
   I did as I was told, spreading my legs wide.  We were now mirror images
of each other, almost.  My downy mound a reflection of Nichole's hairless
one.  My breasts a reflection of Nichole's, my eyes a reflection of hers as
we each watched the other as I mirrored her moves.
   At first Nichole just ran her fingertips over herself.  With one set of
fingers she gently brushed over her breasts and with the other over her
bare mound.  After lightly brushing over her mound she moved her fingers up
to her mons, pressing just a little to pull back on the small cover of
flesh protecting her pearl.  It slid out of its hiding spot.  When I did
the same I was amazed the feeling it gave me.  The pressure was delightful,
sending small shocks down each side of my mound, but even more, when my
pearl slipped free the air touched it and I felt a sudden cooling sensation
as the moisture that had accumulated there suddenly evaporated into the air
conditioned atmosphere.  My entire body was instantly coved with goose
bumps as I sighed.  Nichole was right, I was missing something very
important and now I really wanted to learn.  Watching Nichole teach me was
more than worth whatever the price of this course would be.
   Nichole smiled, obviously seeing the look of discovery on my face and
liking what she saw.  I watched her fingers press down on her mons a little
more, pulling up on her flesh and making here pearl stand out even farther.
She pushed and pulled, making her now very hard and amazingly long, at
least in comparison to mine, pearl slide back and forth, almost being
covered by its hood to being completely free and exposed.  The feeling of
my skin sliding back and forth over my pearl was so intense that it nearly
sent me over the edge by itself.  Nichole must have caught that look in my
eye because suddenly she stopped.
   Next she took her fingertips and started to brush them up and down the
outside of her engorged lips.  Each time she ran them up and down she moved
a little closer to her slit.  Each time she moved a little closer she
pulled a little, opening herself more and more.  Completely shaved the view
I got was almost too much for me as I continued to follow her lead.  But my
hair was beginning to be a bother.  I wanted to feel the smooth skin like
Nichole did.  I wanted to give her the same view I was getting.  I wanted
to be bare.
   It was as if Nichole read my mind.  "I see your hair is causing you a
problem.  It is so much easier if you are bare.  You really should shave
you know, the feeling you get is so much more...  intense."
   I just nodded.  Nichole must have taken that as approval for suddenly
she jumped up and walked into the bathroom.  I heard some things being
moved around and then some water running.  Nichole came out with a towel, a
washcloth, a small bowl of hot water, a can of shaving cream and a straight
edged razor.
   She walked over and put everything down on the table in front of me. 
Without saying a word Nichole stepped over my leg and sat on the table
between my legs.  She reached over and put the washcloth in the bowl and
soaked it.  I moved my hand aside as she took the washcloth and ran it over
my already soaking bush.  The warm water dripped down onto the already wet
chair.  I thought about the stain I was surely leaving but really didn't
care.  She then took the can of shaving cream, shook it and put some on her
fingertips.  I almost came as she spread the think cream over my bush.
   When I saw her open the straight edged razor I almost froze.  It looked
so sharp and dangerous, too sharp to be near such tender flesh.  Nichole
sensed my fear and told me, "Just to lie back and relax.  I have done this
so many times, both on myself and others." I could do nothing but trust
her.
   When the cold steel touched my skin I involuntarily flinched.  I knew I
had to keep still but still the cold and the thought of the sharpness had
made me jump.  Nichole took the blade away quickly and once again told me
to relax.  She then started at the very top of my mons and worked down.  I
watched in amazement as my pubic hair was neatly removed from my body and
with each dip into the water, left floating in the bowl.
   Once she was past my mons the job got much more difficult.  Nichole
carefully directed me to lift my leg so she would have access to each of my
lips.  She carefully worked from the outside in, and once she got to a
certain point, she actually grabbed hold of my labia and stretched it tight
so she would have a smooth surface to run the razor over.  Now my trembling
was not from fear but from excitement.  Having this woman touching me like
this was something I had only dreamed of.  Giving myself over to her like
this was just so erotic.  I just watched her work and soon only a small
patch of hair remained.  With one quick flick of the razor it was gone. 
She ran the washcloth over me one last time and then toweled me off.  As if
to check her work she than leaned forward and ran her tongue over me, from
bottom to top.
   "MMMMMM, nice and smooth," she said as she leaned back, picked up the
equipment she had used and stood up to walk back to the bathroom.
   While she was gone I explored my newly shaven self.  How smooth I felt.
How cool it felt exposed to the air.  I had never seen myself this way
before, sexually excited and completely bare.  I couldn't wait for Nichole
to return and continue our lesson.
   While waiting for Nichole I continued to explore my freshly shaven
womanhood.  I did this by repeating the steps I had gone through with
Nichole just moments before.  It seemed that Nichole was taking a long time
in the bathroom, but I didn't care at this point.  I was lost in the wonder
of feeling my smooth skin.  It was incredible how much more sensitive I was
down there now.  I ran my fingers over myself just as we had done just
moments before, only this time I wasn't stopped as I moved in.  I loved the
feeling of my fingertips running over my bare mound.  Soon I was brushing
just my fingertips up and down my slit, not pressing, not opening, just
brushing lightly.
   "There we go," Nichole suddenly whispered in my ear.  "Now you
understand.  Doesn't it feel good just to lightly touch yourself?  Doesn't
it feel wonderful to feel the gentle caresses of your hand on you oh so
smooth skin?  Mmmmm, I know it does because I have done it so many times."
Her tongue ran over the inside of my ear and I moaned and for the first
time let a finger slip between my fleshy folds.
   "Oh yes it feels wonderful, but I still need to be taught," I said as I
removed the very damp finger and rubbed the wetness over my bare skin.  It
felt so cool and yet so hot.
   "Well then, here," Nichole reached down and took my hand in hers.  She
guided it back to my mound and had me gently reach down between my legs. 
Then, with just the tips of my fingers touching, two on the outsides of my
lips, two just barely parting them, she moved my hand upwards at and
agonizingly slow pace.  "See how much better it is when you go slow.  You
can feel every inch of yourself." She guided my hand up, up past my pearl,
up past my mons, up to my tummy and then back down again.
   We must have spent nearly five minutes just caressing myself up and
down, even though it felt like an hour.  Each time we did, she applied a
little more pressure to my inner fingers.  Each time my petals opened a
little further.  Each time she came a little closer to my pearl.  I
discovered that the nerves from my pearl stretched out beyond it, and that
by pressing on and caressing over these spots what felt like sparks of
electricity traveled to my pearl itself.  Soon my fingers were close enough
that every time we passed it the hood to my pearl was pulled up.  I hardly
noticed that Nichole had begun kissing my neck and using her other hand to
caress my breast.  I was totally lost in myself.
   Suddenly, without warning, Nichole changed things.  This time when I
reached far between my legs she used her fingers to press two of my own
fingers deep inside me.  I let out a gasp since the movement was so quick
and sudden, and the fact that in an instant four fingers were deep inside
me.  Never before had I ever gotten more than two in comfortably, but right
now there were four.  She also pressed the heel of my hand against my pearl
and began to force it up and down as she slip our fingers in and out.  I
felt my own muscles clamp down on our fingers as my body neared orgasm.  As
soon as this happened Nichole released the pressure on the heel of my hand.
I slowly backed away from the edge as she wiggled our fingers around inside
me.  It was as if some sexual creature had climbed up inside me, a creature
that was intent on nothing more than driving me crazy with desire.  I could
feel my juices running over our fingers.  I could hear the sounds created
as our fingers probed, pumped and explored.  I could smell the smell of a
very wet and horny woman who now was desperate for release.
   Almost as quickly as she had used her fingers to enter me she pulled our
hands away.  I opened my eyes, ready to protest when suddenly our very wet
fingers were brushing my lips.  Like a hungry kitten I licked my cream off
our fingers.  Nichole's tongue joined mine as we cleaned our fingers, our
tongues dancing over them and sometimes touching.  When they were clean
Nichole placed my hand back between my legs.  This time however she moved
it higher, ignoring my dripping slit and moving up to my pearl.
   It could have been hours for all I know, but thinking back, I can't see
how I could have lasted more than a few minutes.  Nichole guided my hand
and my fingers.  She showed me where to touch and what pressure to use to
give me that wonderful feeling I had felt earlier.  We explored around,
over and under my pearl, never actually touching it.  We used my hood to
provide friction as we slid it back and forth over my sensitive nubbin of
flesh.  We ran our fingers up and down on both sides of it.  We pinched the
skin and lifted its little cover completely clear.  We did everything but
touch it.  And when we did, it was as if a damn had burst.
   After so much teasing for so long, when Nichole placed my middle finger
on my pearl and started to do slow gentle circles it was too much.  I
nearly bit through my lower lip trying not to scream and not to cum.  I
didn't want to cum.  I didn't want this feeling of excitement and
anticipation to stop.  But I couldn't help myself.  I came with such force
that I nearly knocked the chair over backward as I raised my bottom off the
chair.  If Nichole hadn't have been there I would have simply flown over
backwards onto the floor.  But even then I don't think I would have stopped
rubbing.  I forced my hand away from Nichole.  First I rubbed in circles as
the second wave hit.  Then I rubbed up and down when the third came. 
Finally, Nichole pushed my hand away and took my pearl between her thumb
and finger and stroked it up and down, like she was milking it, and that
was the final straw.  I screamed so loud I was afraid someone would call
the police as I thrust my hips high into the air.  I couldn't take anymore,
and I couldn't let the feeling go.  Finally I collapsed and fell off the
side of the chair.  I lay on the floor, curled up in a quivering ball. 
Nichole running her fingertips over my back was enough to give me a final
orgasm.  I was actually weeping.  Tears of joy and release rolled down my
face.
   Nichole kissed me.
   The rest of the evening was one of discovery and joy.  We stayed in and
ordered room service, although I was much more interested in the tastes
Nichole was introducing me to than the hotel's food.  I watched Nichole
masturbate, she watched me and we did each other.  I learned how much I
loved to have my now naked mound licked and found out that there were other
parts of my body that I had also never had anyone explore that could bring
me joy.  I don't know how many times I came that night, or how many times
Nichole came, but when we finally fell asleep in the early hours of the
morning we slept so late that Nichole almost missed her flight and I had to
take a bus back to Provo.  But still, even in our rush, we had time to
shower together and enjoy our bodies one last time before Nichole headed
back to Santa Fe and I headed back to my roommates knowing that I would
never be the same.
   Two weeks later Nichole called and said she had to come back to town for
another business trip.  I made sure to let my roommates know that my
'family friend' was coming to town and they shouldn't expect to see much of
me that week.  I said I would be tied up with her most of the weekend.  But
that is another story and a very kinky story at that.
   
  
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