The Bliss of a Woman's Taste

Olivera heard Tea's soft moans from a distance. She placed her hands on her round and firm buttocks and pulled her even closer. Tea was absorbed in her body. Olivera laid her on the bed and spread her legs, then buried her head in her bluish crotch, working her with her tongue and nibbling her clitoris until she heard the scream of unrestrained orgasm. Then Tea tasted her pussy by kissing Olivera on the lips. Then she eagerly threw herself into exploring her lover's dark shell. Soon, Olivera arched her hips, pulled Tea's hair, and burst into a powerful orgasm.

Olivera drank her martini bianco and took another. She suppressed a yawn and headed towards the armchair in the farthest corner of the hall. She sat down and took off her shoes, observing the people around her. All prominent figures, and they all seemed relaxed and cheerful, as if they were truly enjoying the conversations they were having.
She spotted her husband surrounded by colleagues. He towered over them by a head. In his left hand, he held a glass of drink, and with his right, he was explaining something. From every movement of his, inner strength radiated, and he looked truly handsome, making all her friends envious of him. Many had tried to seduce him and were fascinated by his gallant refusals and his words that there was only her for him.... Ha, ha, ha!
"What a farce! My husband is a homosexual, and we have never made love. I knew that, I chose it, because he offered me a life of luxury, and I appreciated that. He knew about my lovers and often warned me to be careful and discreet given his high position in society," she told a few of her closest friends.
She noticed a very beautiful girl next to her husband. Tall, slender, with long dark blue hair... She noticed her provocative white dress, which accentuated her harmonious figure. She noticed her lips, full and juicy. At that moment, she could barely resist the urge to walk across the hall, approach her, and kiss her on those juicy lips. She was shocked by her reaction. Women had never attracted her in that way, at least not until now. Confused, she approached her with a light step, unaware of the hungry male eyes following the sway of her hips.
They introduced themselves. Olivera was fascinated by the girl's beauty. Femininity radiated from every pore of her, even the perfume she wore exuded such sensuality that she became wet. Before Olivera's eyes, an image appeared that took her breath away! She saw her naked in front of her, with loose hair...
Her name was Tea, and she was the daughter of the host of this party. She had returned from Italy two months ago, where she had completed the Fashion Design Academy.
- Come, Olivera, I will show you some of my works.
She took her by the hand and led her upstairs, specifically to the attic where she lived. Olivera thought of Tea as Little Red Riding Hood, while she herself looked like the old wicked wolf preparing to do something nasty. And while Tea was pulling out fabric samples and who knows what else, Olivera began to undress.
In a husky voice, she said:
- I would show you my intimate lingerie.
On Tea's face, she saw shock, followed by a smile. Because Olivera doesn't wear any lingerie to parties. She flashed in her nakedness and beauty, dark-haired and dark-skinned, with a well-groomed body that she proudly displayed to Tea's eyes. The girl said:
- You are beautiful. No one would guess you are over twenty-five.
Olivera added:
- And I am only seventeen years older. Come on, show me your lingerie!
Tea hesitated for a moment, then pulled down her dress and sweetly slipped out of it. Olivera devoured her voluptuous body, partially hidden by a white bra and tiny white silk thong, then cleared her throat and looking Tea straight in the eyes, said:
- I want to make love to you. I wanted you the moment I saw you.
- I have never been, I mean, with a woman before, but I must admit that it has always excited me. I like you, so let’s try! - she heard as if in a daze in response.
Olivera approached her and unclasped her bra. Freed, her full breasts swayed, and Olivera began to lick the already hard nipples. Out of her mind with beauty, she started to knead and mold them as if she wanted to shape them to her liking, then gave up, realizing they were perfect. And she pulled down her already damp thong. They found themselves in an embrace. They kissed and continued with even more fervor and passion, discovering that they both enjoyed it very much.
Olivera heard Tea's soft moans from a distance. She placed her hands on her round and firm buttocks and pulled her even closer. Tea was absorbed in her body. Olivera laid her on the bed and spread her legs, then buried her head in her bluish crotch, working her with her tongue and nibbling her clitoris until she heard the scream of unrestrained orgasm. Then Tea tasted her pussy by kissing Olivera on the lips. Then she eagerly threw herself into exploring her lover's dark shell. Soon, Olivera arched her hips, pulled Tea's hair, and burst into a powerful orgasm.
She thought about how much she enjoyed being with Tea, and then she felt her lips on her neck, which continued their path around the hardened tip of her small breast and... she could think no more. She surrendered to the lips, hands, and fingers that gently entered and exited her soft depths. Olivera, sluggish and sweetly exhausted, turned on her side and began to reciprocate... she tried to satisfy Tea completely just as she had satisfied her.
Later, they lay together and remained silent for a long time as if they were afraid that words would spoil the magical moments they shared. Olivera spoke first:
- I will take a shower and I reluctantly return downstairs, but... you know, it was wonderful, and I would love to repeat this.
- Me too. We will definitely repeat it.
They met quite by chance a few days later. Olivera had gone shopping, and Tea was walking her schnauzer. The attic was once again a refuge for two female bodies and their hidden passions that flared up and which many times later extinguished. Tea fell in love and married an Italian. She became a mother. Her daughter's name is Olivera.