I have written previously, confessing how I had lost my virginity, and received some wonderfully encouraging comments. I had mentioned that my partner and I were not swingers (yet !!). The reason I say “yet” is that whilst I have had my slutty period (see later), I have only really done one thing I would describe as racy, in what has been a relatively straightforward sex life spanning almost 18 years. As mentioned, my name is Lauren and I have returned to my natural red hair, just below shoulder length. I have green eyes, medium build, with 34DD breasts (which grow slowly with age. The only benefit of ageing I can see!), pale skin and yes, some light freckles on my shoulders and top of my arms. After a brief marriage that suddenly collapsed, I found myself divorced and single at 29, living in Manchester, in a well-paid job, but one I had little interest in. I had a good set of friends as whilst from the South East, I had studied in Manchester and also met my husband there, hence why I remained after graduating. I was deemed pretty, but despite having thoroughly enjoyed my Uni days, I hadn’t done the student thing and bedded hundreds of men, but slept in total with 8 guys before my husband, 2 one-offs, 1 a summer holiday fling, 2 at a festival and 3 somewhat proper relationships (but not in that order). The girls I went out with were wild, but in an honest and refreshing manner always looking out for one another, and we would hit the bars and clubs most weekends, get chatted up, snog and sometimes grope like pro’s ! Most of the group were younger than me, some even had serious boyfriends, but I was in no rush to get back in to a relationship, so if I was chatted up (always) by someone I found appealing (quite often) I was more than happy to let them take me somewhere private, finger me, and then more often I would take them back to my flat and allow them to empty their balls in to me or might give them a handjob outside after closing time. As mentioned, this was my somewhat slutty period, and was a real mixed bag, but on the whole, not as exciting as you might imagine. With the exception of possibly two one-nighters, sex with my ex-husband had been invariably better. I did experience one huge cock (loved the initial stretching and the volume of cum, but the deep penetration and banging was ultimately painful – sorry, but not for this lady!), in hindsight was practically anally raped (put me off the whole act for years and have only recently taken up again) but on the whole, I was really just opening my legs and getting laid to boost my self-esteem. I had invested in a vibrator so it wasn’t just the sexual release. I was in a bit of a rut, working for a large financial services firm, but I wasn’t enjoying work and wanted to move closer to home. I had been to a number of interviews for positions in London and was very confident on securing a new job. My current employers did run a lot of training mixed with social / “get to know your colleagues in other offices” type events for different levels of staff. I was booked to go on one run in our London office for a Friday, which I really didn’t wish to attend. I got coerced in to attending by my Manager, but also an old friend now worked in London, and suggested I just use the event to come and visit her. Most of the attendees worked in the London office, but several came from the other regional offices. We were all put up in a hotel and had some very light skills training, but there was to be a big dinner, disco, bar etc. in the evening. I must admit I always seem to get horny when I travel, particularly when I am in a hotel room. Not sure what causes this, maybe suspecting there is a lot of illicit fucking going on, but I still get it. I decided I wanted to get laid that night, whether by a colleague or I would sneak off after the dinner and meet up with my friend and do my man hunt in the clubs. I had a free and luxurious hotel room in the capital, and I was going to use it! I dressed up to kill, short dark green glitter dress, black tights (dress too short for suspenders, but none of us really wore those anyway), heels and went to town on my eye make-up and a little face glitter for the finishing touches. It had always worked in the past! I had got highlights in my hair recently so was now almost strawberry blonde. That evening I was exceptionally popular with my colleagues, and was aware I was standing out. The dinner consisted of around 20 circular tables with a partner of the firm seated at each. Our table had one of the few female partners from London. I had heard about her before, but not in particularly favourable terms as some felt she was pushy and hard to work with (the “bitch” paintbrush). However, that evening, she was so engaging and I was hugely impressed. She knew who we all were, what offices we were from, was very entertaining and interesting. I had seen her photograph in the company literature, and she now looked a little older, but strangely considerably more attractive in person. I think her confidence added to her beauty, but she also now had the money to dress in a stunning cream trouser suit outfit, low cut to show off her sun tanned cleavage, expensive heels and long dangling glittering earrings. She had mid-length light brown hair swept behind her ears, piercing deep blue eyes and I suspect had been professionally made-up with deep red lipstick contrasting her white teeth and confident smile. T was I guess had recently turned 40, not very tall hence the extended heels, had a large bust and slightly wide hips, but looked very glamorous and had obviously kept herself in shape. I drank a little too much during the meal, was quite loud as quite frankly, didn’t really give a shit about what colleague thought as in my mind I was leaving. The only person I listened to and watched closely was T. I truly admired her and was so envious that she could be so confident and able. I was star struck in the same manner I had been when a young girl with female teachers I thought were beautiful. Music started and some folk get up to dance, circulate etc. Later I ended up in group surrounded by some older male partners, one of whom was a bit pissed and kept lightly caressing my bum. Despite being hell bent on getting fucked that night, I wasn’t taking the risk of jumping in to bed with someone with brewer’s droop. I had come across that during a couple of my one-night-stands. T joined our group, and after the caressing turned to a subtle grope, I excused myself saying I needed to get another drink. T said she did too and would join me. At the bar she hinted at the attention I had been receiving. She said I was looking stunning and hoped I would attract a more suitably aged guy. I said I was not long out of a disastrous marriage, the last thing I wanted was a man, and wanted to live and let my hair down. I was a bit drunk so getting a bit careless, and then said I might head to a club later as wanted to find some passion. I told her how much I admired her, and bitched about the fact that she looked gorgeous tonight whilst her male counterparts had just turned up in their work suits. She beamed a smile, touched my arm, said a few of us are going to a club to seriously party, I would love it if you could join us? It was a different type of invitation, almost implying full-on fun, and immediately excited me. I had no idea what it was, but felt it would be a new experience and a one off type invitation. I blurted out, I don’t want to go if it is just men (meaning the older blokes I had just escaped from) but will go if you are going for the long haul. She smiled again and said meet me in the lobby in 20 minutes. I almost immediately sobered up with excitement, wondering what London might be able to offer up to this fast moving class of professionals. When I got to the lobby, there seemed to be a number of older colleagues outside the front door. I walked outside and there was three London taxis waiting and a mix of folk obviously about to get in. I then heard T shout “Lauren, J”. T was outside a private limo, and both I and this other older guy (J) walked over. I jumped in the back with T and J got in the front passenger seat. We drove off, and soon T’s hand moved on top of my hand. I didn’t move but smiled at her. My dress had ridden up when getting in the car, and T started to move my hand down to where my leg appeared below the hem. My mind was spinning but I was feeling so turned on. I now placed my hand on top of hers and pushed in on top and inside of my leg. T then leaned in on my shoulder a little and I could again smell her expensive perfume. Unexpectedly (to me) we dropped off J at another hotel. T then turned to me and said “do you want to go clubbing or somewhere quieter?”. I said I was enjoying the quiet. She gave a name to the driver (not an address) and soon we were inside her very modern house. T turned on some low music and told me to make myself comfortable in the lounge. I was now sobering up and beginning to worry about what I was doing. I heard T go up the stairs, then down shortly after, and reappeared in the lounge with an opened bottle of champagne and two glasses. However, she was also wearing a white silk dressing gown, and had taken her heels off revealing elegantly painted toenails matching her blood red fingernails. She just said “that fitting was too tight and I just needed to get out of it before it split”. I had sat on a two seater couch, but instead of joining me, T pulled up a pouffe and sat somewhat to the front and side of me. She held my hand again as we chatted and occasionally stroked inside my knee over my black tights. I could see down her cleavage now, and as her legs were higher than her bum due to sitting on the pouffe, the split in her dressing gown revealed one of her tanned legs. A little later she had to move her legs to pick up the bottle to top up our glasses, this caused the split in her dressing gown to widen and I saw her pussy hair. She had either taken off her panties, or not been wearing any all night. This was the first time I had seriously considered having sex with a woman and I was coming over with a strange but strong sexual excitement. T got up, knelt on the sofa beside me, placed a hand on the side of my face and then slowly leaned in and kissed me very gently. I barely moved, but then opened my lips and let her know I was enjoying this. I lent back and T moved forward over me, held my head in both hands and we kissed more passionately. One hand soon moved back to my knee and slowly up the inside of my legs, eventually just brushing my now slightly damp panties. My hand then moved in inside her dressing gown and with the outside on my hand, I brushed her nipple which was solid, and then felt the weight of her very heavy boobs. T broke off and said “shall we move upstairs ?”. I nodded and she led me up to a huge bedroom, beautifully furnished, tidy and with a very large double bed. She said let’s get comfortable and take our clothes off. I could see there was an en-suite bathroom so pointed and then went in and closed the door. I was able to freshen up a bit, then when I came out T was in the bed with the white sheet just covering her sun tanned boobs. I stripped off somewhat self-consciously, but T just pulled back the sheet and beckoned me in whilst taking in all my nudity. Her body was a little thicker than mine, particularly her legs and around the hips, but she was fit and there were no signs of fat or cellulite, just all over sunbed tanning. Soon she rolled on top of me and kissed me on my lips, then on my neck before slowly moving down to my breasts and nipples which she kissed and gently sucked. My nipples were now rock solid stiff, but the sensation, so soft & delicate, was exhilarating including her long hair brushing my skin as she moved down my body. I could feel her bush on my leg and also her wetness. She moved further down. This was new territory for me, but I loved good oral, so just closed my eyes. T took her time kissing around the top of my legs and then my pussy. I was now soaking and then she started to work very gently on my clit. This was unbelievable, but she was so patient and before too long I could sense my orgasm building. T got more vigorous with her tongue and worked her thumb on my clit and I started bucking up towards her mouth as my legs started to tremble. Soon I was being engulfed by wave after wave of absolutely blissful orgasm and I was almost yelping, holding T’s head in place it was so good. Eventually I had to pull T away, and she came back up and lay beside me whilst we both got our breath back. T commented how she liked my red bush (it’s probably more brown, but a definite red tint in it!) and I slowly caressed her large breasts. They were really quite heavy and full, with large brown nipples which had once again sprung up rigid. I moved my head down and looked at her pussy, gently placing my hand over her lips. I clumsily moved down the bed and her body, between her legs. Not only was this completely new for me, but this was someone who was effectively my boss and could fire me any time she wanted to ! My heart was pumping so hard. T spread her legs and I moved in between, inspecting closely her pussy lips. They were pink, a bit puffy and thicker than I imagined. I then parted her wet pussy hair which was much darker than I expected. It was now clear both of us dyed our hair! She smelt different, not unpleasant, just different. I started licking her pussy lips gently, brushing the hair apart. It was so strange, there was a mild taste, her lips were soft and I was feeling nervous but so excited, particularly when I felt her react. I used my thumb and forefinger to pull her lips apart at the top of her slit and used my tongue to coax out her clit. T started to moan and move her hips up to my tongue. I started to use my tongue more vigorously but T seemed to recede away from the earlier movements of her pelvis in time to my tongue. I obviously hadn’t done this before and whilst I knew what got me off when someone gave me oral, licking a pussy was new to me so I was getting worried I was messing it up. I did however slip a finger in to T’s pussy. It was hot, tight and wet so I slipped in another. I knew how to masturbate with fingers so proceeded to finger T with my two fingers, watching close up to her pussy. Soon she started to hump back on my fingers, her wetness started to squelch and then I could sense she was coming close to orgasm. T now started moaning loudly, her legs started to move up, her body was tensing then she started groaning loudly and her pussy started to convulse and then squeeze my fingers. I kept this going for over a minute whilst she writhed, and then she pushed my hand away and placed in on one of her breasts. I moved back up and lay beside her. T’s immaculate hair was a bit of a mess. Her lipstick gone, probably on my pussy or maybe that was the red in my pussy hair ! We lay still for a while. I got up to go back to the bathroom and when I came back, T had brought up the champagne and glasses. Her hair was now brushed, her lipstick re-applied and she smelt fabulous having sprayed herself with something. We sat on the bed sipping some more champagne and speaking somewhat deeply. T asked if I wanted to move to London and what my true desires were. I told her I still wanted to find a make soulmate, but that I was hugely turned on by men, and this was my first experience with a woman. She smiled and said she hoped it wouldn’t be my last. Her large breasts almost heaved with each of her breaths, and I could again see the glisten of wetness from her very dark brown almost black pubic hair and now red swollen pussy lips. She played gently with my breasts again, lifting the up as if almost weighing them, them massaging the nipples. She then rolled on top of me, put her legs between mine, pushing them apart as if a man mounting me. She had quite wide hips so I had to spread me legs quite wide, and it was so strange as her boobs bounced on mine, all very soft rather than muscular, there was no hairy chest and her head was slightly below mine, as I was always used to men’s heads being above my head when on top of me. I parted my legs as far as I could and she started to hump me as if a man, her bush rubbing my bush. It was very odd, and again I remembered this was theoretically my boss rubbing her pussy against mine. It wasn’t really doing much, until T the sat up a bit and put one leg over the top of my leg so was almost diagonally or sideways on, and our pussies were now touching. I later discovered this is scissoring but thought at the time T was being very ingenious. Anyway, we rubbed pussies in this manner and I could feel T getting wetter and wetter. I obviously wasn’t getting the same feelings, but the friction was getting me hot and wet, but I wasn’t coming off like T. Her breasts were now bouncing almost in synch with her long earrings which she still had on. Her eyes were closed and again I viewed this classy and powerful lady bringing herself off on my pussy. All of a sudden she seemed to mildly spasm for a short while, then leapt off, and buried her head between my legs, probing and examining me closely, and then getting to work with her fingers. She got me excited and very wet again and quickly had two fingers in me, then a third. T was frigging me hard with what felt like her knuckle kneading my clit. I soon came, not as strongly as the first time, but I was writhing with one of my legs extended upwards (she had an arm resting her weight over my other leg). Almost immediately T got up and I watched her rather pear shaped naked body walk in to the en-suite. She came out shortly afterwards, again smelling fresh, and a smell of toothpaste! She knelt on the bed, handed me another topped-up glass of champagne and whispered “I would like you to stay the night, but if you want to go back to the hotel I should probably arrange a car now before they go off”. I didn’t know if she was being polite, but also still found this all a little new, so opted to go back to the hotel, so she arranged a car to collect me. It was apparent from her subsequent reaction that she genuinely did want me to stay. The next morning I tried to sleep late, but wasn’t really able to. My mind kept flying back to the night before. I had mixed emotions about what I had done, but deep down I enjoyed it and it still excited me. I wished I had stayed the night, and started to imagine waking up with T gently licking between my legs. I was soon touching my pussy and before long rubbing myself furiously to orgasm. I did indeed leave the company shortly thereafter, and got a beautiful e-mail from T wishing me good luck, with an offer to meet up in the future. I didn’t take it further. It was an experiment but I still preferred men, and I missed the penetration, being shafted by someone else’s rhythm and then feeling of a hard cock tensing then the warmth of ejaculation deep inside. Would I try it again? Absolutely, but as mentioned, I haven’t been that adventurous in my life, and there are many others fantasies I think about e.g. threesome, stranger sex, spit-roast, double penetration, genuine forced sex, S&M sex etc. We just don’t know or bump in to people who have 10” cocks or we can just ask to come round for a foursome! I am nervous about swinging parties and not sure I am ready for dogging either, but to find a spontaneous means of dipping ones toe in to these fantasises, that we are comfortable with, is proving a little challenging so far. It will hopefully come in time, hence the “yet” !!