MCBBT50/Let her continue and let go
From Create Your Own Story
As Beth got to your panties again, she turned herself around. Your eyes go wide as her see through panties ended up right in front of your face. You could see the bumps of Beth's outer lips, see her inner lips slightly peeking between them. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to be looking as Beth continued rubbing and kissing, but could not. Like a deer lost in the headlights, you find yourself lost in the sight of Beth's pussy, right in front of you. You are not sure what to do. Should she try kissing it, like Beth was doing? Try caressing it? This was all new to you. You could smell the odor from Beth. It wasn't too strong, but it was decidedly different. You had only really ever smelled yourself before, and the odor was different. Your mind stuck on that, unable to tell her how it was different. It just was. You laughed gently to yourself, trying to keep from letting Beth know, as you imagined herself sticking her finger against the fabric and pushing. When you closed your eyes, the situation didn't improve. The smell was more noticeable, reminding you of exactly what was in front of you. Reminding you have how much you want to explore.
Unsure what to do, and not wanting to close her eyes, you studied Beth's pussy.
While you had been more into guys, you always secretly found yourself enjoying looking at women just as much, if more discreetly. What would your children say if they caught you looking at another woman? Your husband wouldn't have minded. He had always hinted, sometimes stronger than others that he would love to see her and another woman together. What would your friends have said?
Especially your best friend Marla. You thought of how attractive you had always found Marla, specially her eyes, how they always had a twinkle in them, like she saw something both humorous and enjoyable wherever she looked. She seemed to know more than she let on, and would always just giggle at the wrong moments. You thought of Marla’s lips and that you had thought about more than once kissing. It wasn’t proper. They were not lustful towards other women. True, they would talk about their sex lives with their husbands, but they did not talk about their own bodies, and they definitely did not talk about other women, and how they wondered what it would be like to be exactly where you were now, staring at another woman's pussy, so close she could stick out her tongue and touch it. So close she could see every fold, smell every smell. It was apparent… you wanted to taste Beth
