Unspoken Pleasure

Wednesday

Jo was horny! She hadn’t been laid all week. She hated it when Darren went out of town. But she also enjoyed the sex when he returned. All of her masturbating while he was away just didn’t seem to dull her senses when it came to their “I missed you fuck” when he returned. Well, in a couple of days he’d be back home and she was definitely gonna’ give him a fucking he wouldn’t forget.

In the meantime, Jo was horny now, and unable to concentrate on the reading her e-mail. Oh well, she’d just visit her friends online then retire to where she could “double click her mouse” before falling asleep. Of course, once Jo got online, she couldn’t help but check on her favorite “Adults Only” forum. She just might find herself inspired by those perverts before going to bed to take care of her business.

Once she was on the forum, however, Jo found herself incredibly turned on by one of Shawna’s (another forum member) stories about the sex club she goes to. Apparently she met another girl on okcupid. com and they went to the club together. It’s not that Shawna went into great detail, but in her already aroused state, Jo’s mind just started racing with ideas. She really started to wonder about this okcupid site, and decided to see what it was like. It wasn’t like she wanted to cheat on Darren or anything, she was just curious.

So Jo cruised onto the okcupid website, signed up, and started browsing people in her area. Who knew you could join one of these sites and say you were interested in finding a casual fling with a guy, a girl, or even a couple? And some of these people were hot! She read up on a few of her favorites, then retired to her bedroom, found her vibrator, and got to business. She thought of one couple in particular as she fantasized about fucking them. She worked her vibrator in and out of her pussy as she massaged her clit with her other hand. In no time at all she came, thinking about enjoying the bodies of that beautiful couple online.

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Despite her orgasm the night before, Jo woke up as horny as ever. She jumped in the shower to get ready for work and found herself masturbating thinking about one of the women she saw on okcupid last night. She couldn’t believe how hot she felt thinking about that gorgeous blonde’s head between her legs. It wasn’t as if Jo was a lesbian. Sure she had some bi-curious fantasies, but never felt this hot about it. When she finally came in the shower, Jo had to lean against the wall to keep from falling. But she was still horny!

Somehow Jo made it to work on time, though she knew she was going to have a hard time concentrating. If Darren was in town, she might have suggested a nooner with him just to try to find some lasting satisfaction. Unfortunately, she would have to do without his wonderful cock for another day.

Shortly before lunch, Jo checked her e-mail. She was surprised to see an e-mail from okcupid. It seemed one of the people she checked out the night before noticed her, too, and sent her a message. It was a beautiful brunette named Pamela. She asked if there was a mutual interest and if so, could they meet for a drink? Jo was so damn horny, but felt a little awkward. She sent a message to Pamela telling her she was just playing on the site and had no interest in finding anyone. But she assured Pamela that she was beautiful.

Pamela responded quickly, telling Jo how beautiful her picture was and saying she wasn’t looking for anything serious, just a good time. Jo tried to refuse to meet her, but after a few more messages she found herself really liking Pamela. She agreed to meet Pamela that night, but with no strings attached.

That night, Pamela and Jo met at a bar near Jo’s house. They hit it off right away. Jo told Pamela about Darren and to her surprise, even told Pamela that she was just cruising okcupid because she was horny and looking for fantasy material. Pamela, it turned out, was single, having recently been divorced. Because her divorce was bitter, she thought she’d give women a try. She still liked cock, but found it hard to trust the men attached to them. Besides, she had enjoyed her few experiences with women in the past. Jo assured her she was not gay, but Pamela suspected that Jo was curious. Why else would she be looking at Pamela’s profile?

“You must have thought about sex with a woman.” Pamela said.

“We all have some odd fantasies, don’t we? Fantasies we’d never act on?” Jo responded.

“Why wouldn’t you act on them? If they turn you on and are safe and possible, why not look to satisfy your fantasies?” Said Pamela.

“I don’t know . . . it just doesn’t seem right, I guess.” Jo said hesitantly.

“That is so sad for you, Jo. I mean, after 6 years with a prick of a husband who just seemed to hold me back, I guess I learned that we have to go out and enjoy ourselves and not let anything hold us back. It’s especially sad when the only thing holding you back is you!” Pam exclaimed.

“But I am engaged to a wonderful man, Pamela. I wouldn’t want to betray him.”

“Seriously, Jo, what guy wouldn’t approve of his woman finding another beautiful woman to sleep with? They would all be thinking about where it could lead for them. That is, when they aren’t actually jacking off thinking about the two women together.”

Jo laughed at this. They continued to talk and drink for a little while, until Jo said it was time for her to leave. Pamela paid for both of them, thanking Jo for her company and walking Jo outside.

As Jo walked toward her Sentra, Pamela stopped at a huge truck, an F-250 with an extended cab, saying, “This is my truck.”

“Holy crap!” exclaimed Jo. “You don’t seem the type to drive a truck like this.”

“I wasn’t. But I couldn’t resist taking it away from my asshole ex-husband when we divorced,” Pamela explained. “Now it suits me.”

Pamela opened the door, and Jo peered in, amazed at the size of the cab. “That’s as big as a car’s backseat.”

Pamela opened the back door so Jo could get a better look. Jo felt a little flutter as she felt Pamela’s breast brush her arm through her blouse as Pamela reached around her. Maybe Pamela felt it, too. Or maybe she heard Jo’s sharp intake of breath. Whatever the reason, Pamela turned to Jo after opening the door, leaned in, and kissed Jo flush on the mouth.

Jo started to pull away, but the softness of Pamela’s lips, and the weight of her breasts rubbing against Jo’s through their tops convinced her to throw caution to the wind. So there in the parking lot, Jo kissed Pamela back, their tongues dancing with each other. The kiss was so soft, so sensual, Jo couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t help but compare it to the rougher kisses she was accustomed to receiving from the men in her life. This all raced through her mind as she continued to enjoy the long kiss with Pamela out in the Florida night.

Next thing she knew, Pamela was gently guiding Jo into the backseat of the truck. Again, Jo hesitated. She broke the kiss, saying, “I don’t know . . .”

“Just go with it, Gorgeous,” Pamela responded. “What’s the use of this big cab if I can’t get a girl in the backseat, after all?”

Jo laughed, and found herself climbing in. Pamela closed the doors behind her, and laid Jo down on the seat. She positioned herself above her, and continued to make out with Jo. As this went on, Jo started to run her hands up and down Pamela’s curves. Her hands slid sensually down Pamela’s back and onto her skirt. She felt the roundness of Pamela’s ass as she cupped her cheeks pleasantly. Again Jo marveled at the softness she felt in Pamela. She could her Pamela moan as Jo’s hands stimulated the nerves on her backside.

Soon Pamela broke the kiss and started to work her way down Jo’s body. She lightly brushed her fingers along Jo’s cleavage, making Jo moan. She slowly unbuttoned Jo’s blouse, smiling at Jo as the anticipation heightened. After what seemed like an eternity, Jo’s blouse was unbuttoned, and Pamela’s hands were caressing Jo’s stomach, slowly working up to Jo’s bra. Impatient, Jo reached behind her own back and unhooked her bra from behind, giving an embarrassed smile to Pamela.

“Quite the eager beaver now, aren’t we? You sure you don’t want to stop?”

Jo’s face reddened, but she quickly and strongly responded, “No! Keep going!”

Pamela removed her own blouse and bra before re-focusing her attention on Jo. Jo couldn’t help but admire Pamela’s well-rounded breasts when she saw them. She imagined they must be C or D cups. Regardless, she found herself wanting to play with them. But before Jo could act on that impulse, Pamela leaned in again, kissing Jo more aggressively, passionately. As they kissed, Pamela’s hands started to roam over Jo’s breasts, lightly brushing the sides, the top, and even hefting them from below. Pamela continued this breastplay for several minutes, all without touching Jo’s nipples. It was so damn frustrating and wonderful at the same time.

Finally Pamela brushed Jo’s left breast, almost as if by accident. Jo wasn’t sure it wasn’t an accident at first, but as the “accidents” started to occur more frequently, she could tell Pamela was just getting her worked up. Jo was going insane, wishing Pamela would just start rubbing her nipples already. She was writhing and moaning every time Pamela touched her nipple. She could feel Pamela smiling even as she kissed her.