The Neighborhood MILF: Rachel

The Neighborhood MILF: Rachel

My friend Rachel is someone that I’ve been trying to persuade into joining our small circle of friends that likes to fool around. She’s been to some of our sex toy/lingerie parties, and has been a good sport by wearing sexy revealing outfits for it, but she hasn’t fully committed into any lesbian activity with anyone else. She’s always been satisfied with sitting to the side, to avoid being the center of attention. It never seemed like anything shocked her, like watching our friends engage in oral pleasure, anal play or strapon sex. She was always pretty quiet, just smiling while everyone else had their fun.

Rachel was also a regular at our weekly girls only lunch dates, where we’d get together to talk sex and other gossip at various restaurants around town. She never really offered much for sexual stories or spreading juicy rumors about anyone who didn’t happen to be there that day, choosing instead to sit quietly and take it all in.

I’ve made subtle hints to my long-haired friend that I was always there for her if she ever wanted to experiment with some secret sapphic sex. She always politely declined, but for some reason, I got the feeling that she wasn’t completely ruling it out.

Last week the sexy graying brunette invited me over to her house to show off her newly remodeled sunroom that her husband Jay had been working on. Naturally I figured it was just an excuse to satisfy her inner lesbian urges.

If Rachel had seduction on her mind, she certainly wasn’t dressed for it, meeting me with her frizzy hair tied back and wearing blue jeans with a modest halter top and artsy bohemian style canlı kaçak iddaa vest that was sort of her trademark. She relied on her natural beauty and comforting smile, and I was totally smitten with this natural girl next door type beauty.

She showed off their new sunroom and outdoor deck, and it was really nice, but I was right that she really had another reason for inviting me over. She surprised me by saying she had some questions about squirting orgasms. It was no secret that I was a squirted, sharing details at some of our lunches, as well as having one while masturbating with a hitachi wand in front of everybody at one of our sex toy parties, which Rachel witnessed.

The shy brunette confided how she squirted for the first time a few weeks ago with Jay. She said he was going down on her when she had a convulsive orgasm and squirted all over his face.

I couldn’t believe she was sharing intimate details with me. Rachel never went on about her sex life when she had the chance at any of our gossip filled lunches. I didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t open up to me, but I didn’t really see what the problem was.

Apparently the problem was that Jay loved it and they’ve been trying to recreate her gusher ever since, without any luck. She asked if there was a trick to it and wondered if I could help her out. I responded that even though my wet orgasms are occurring more frequently, I have no control over it. It’s not as if I can turn it on and off like a faucet.

I did however, joke that I could probably make her cum if she let me play with her. To my surprise, that’s exactly what she had in mind. It seems canlı kaçak bahis my persistent flirting finally paid off.

I asked her to take her clothes off so I could take a look, and she reluctantly stripped down for me. My skinny friend tried to cover her sagging pear-shaped tits while I looked on as if I was some sort of expert. I asked if it would make her more comfortable if I got naked too, and started to undress without waiting for an answer.

We both stood there in her kitchen wearing only our panties, quietly gazing at each other. Her skimpy undies couldn’t hide her hairy bush and I couldn’t help but stare. “Are you excited right now?” I asked, as I slowly reached inside of my panties to touch myself.

She he was obviously nervous, and I took a step closer, reaching down with my free hand and gently rubbed her pussy right through her striped pink panties. “It’s been my experience that’s its all in the buildup and anticipation of something special, when it comes to squirting.”

I could feel her wetness as she stood before me, trembling from the first time being touched by another woman. I inched closer and whispered in her ears that she should take her panties off. Rachel never moved and I asked her again, “Take off those stinky wet undies and I guarantee I’ll get you off.”

Rachel let out a nervous little giggle, as she peeled off her damp pink underwear. Her wet muff glistened as she ran her long delicate fingers over and around it. She tried to speak, but seemed to be unable. I ran my hand over her furry wet pussy, searching for her vagina with my middle finger. She was extremely wet as I found bahis siteleri canlı my way inside her, and let out a soft quivering sigh as I fingered her juicy cunt.

”Does you like this?” I asked, while pinching her stubby clit. “Does Jay do this for you?”

She closed her eyes and hit her lip as I backed her up against the counter. She never responded verbally, but her body language indicated she was enjoying the clitoral massage. I boldly got on my knees to add a little oral pleasure to my active fingers. I took a long lick from the base of her hairy pussy up to her engorged clit. I playfully began chewing on it while I probed inside her with two fingers.

Rachel was moaning with pleasure, running her fingers through my hair, guiding me closer to her, as I began to slowly finger bang her messy wet pussy. She let out a high pitched howl when I got carried away and bit a little too hard on her hard sensitive clit. She clenched her fingers, pulling my hair as I continued to eat her out while fingering her.

Her grip got even tighter, and I could feel a warm wave of wetness inside her delicious vagina. Rachel let out a second eerie howl and achieved her long awaited gushing orgasm, squirting right into my mouth. I swallowed her creamy juices, but she didn’t stop with that one little spurt. I backed away, taking a big gulp from the surprising mouthful, only to see her roughly rub herself, squirting several long powerful streams onto my breasts.

For someone inexperienced with squirting, Rachel’s orgasm was bigger and wetter than anything I’ve ever had. She was panting from exhaustion, gazing at me with a proud look from her drenching orgasm.

I’m not convinced it was my expertise that induced her to squirt. It seems as if it was something she was holding back all these years, much like her willingness to explore her lesbian desires. Hopefully it will be the a sign of things to come.