Revelations 1

Chapter 1: Old Friends - New Feelings

Prologue

In the past five years or so, Barb and Terry would venture out for a night-on-the-town once every couple of months. Often these outings would mean that I wouldn't see Barb until the wee hours. Since I was not one to throw stones, I never asked what they were up to. This episode, along with several others, was revealed to me by my wife, after my 'Afternoon Surprise'(story).

Terry is a single girl most men dream about screwing. She's a tall 30-year-old blonde goddess, 5'9" with an incredible figure 36DD-25-35 and the face of a model. However, she always seemed to have been inhibited around men. Her controlling mother hates men and wants to instill the same ideas in her daughter. For this reason, Terry has never had a sense of sexual awareness. Flirting and seduction are terms that were foreign to her. Her relationships with men have never lasted longer than a few months. Now, with her biological alarm clock going off every week, she has resorted to trying more drastic methods of meeting and appreciating men.

Barbara, my wife of 27 years, is still quite attractive, with a striking figure for a woman of 50. Ash blonde, 5 ft.4, and well endowed with a beautiful set of 34D's. Barb and Terry's mother have been close friends forever. However, when it comes time to party, Barb and Terry join forces. Barb has always been able to flirt with men, so she feels a duty to help Terry discover her own sexual nature. Barb designed many of these outings as 'learning experiences' for Terry. That's not how they always ended up. Often, the teacher became the student.

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"Donny, you remember that one night I came in after 3am and I said that Terry and I had gone to breakfast? Barb started, Well that's not the whole story."

She went on to describe how they started out meeting at Terry's place. After a couple of stiff drinks, they began discussing the latest trends in clothes and what they thought men would like to see women in. Terry brought out a couple of trendy catalogs. Both girls had another drink and began perusing them on the floor. Barb remarked that only a few girls, with the slimmest of figures could look good in most of the fashions. Terry agreed, and the discussion went from fashions to figures. This was dangerous subject matter.

Whether it was the drinks, Terry's controlling mother, or a combination of the two --she broke down. "I'll never be attractive enough to get a decent man, she cried, sadly. "I could never feel sexy wearing something like that!" pointing to the more revealing section of her Victoria's Secret catalog.

Barb tried to console her and stated that men would be crazy about her body, no matter what she wears. She was having a hard time convincing Terry that she was a knockout. This wasn't a put on. Terry actually had no regard for herself in a sexual way.

"Listen, said Barb, I'll pour us each another margarita and you go find your sexiest lingerie. I'll show you how wrong you are."

One thing Terry had was plenty of sexy lingerie. "I've been saving these for Mr. Right; haven't even tried them on yet," she said whimpering.

They downed their drinks and Barb suggested that in order to be sexy, you have to feel sexy, and began stripping off her clothes. Terry followed her lead, half smiling now. Barb tried on a black bustier with matching garter belt, thong and hose. Terry put on a red bra and thong set with garter belt and hose. They stood in front of a full-length mirror and Barb gushed over how sexy Terry looked.

Terry was smiling now. "You know Barb, I think you would look better in red."

Barb realized then that playing this dress up game was a good idea. Terry was a bit tipsy by now and was trying to get into a pair of 7-inch black leather pumps. She stumbled to her side and Barb caught her with one hand on her bare shoulder and the other hand lodged under her tit.

"Sorry Babe, I think I had too much sauce," Terry said sheepishly.

They steadied each other and Terry gently turned Barb around. She reached the zipper on Barb's bustier and slowly brought it down.

"I really do want to see that luscious body of yours in red."

At that point she leaned over and kissed the top of Barb's shoulder. Barb was not ready for that. Not knowing how to react, she tried to ignore the tingly feeling that swept over her, and turned around quickly. She held the black bustier close to her tits and looked Terry eye to eye. She could still see a lone tear in the corner or her eye. She went to wipe it away.

"OK, I'll try on the red, honey." Terry smiled a big smile, reached around and unhooked her bra.

Her huge tits tumbled out almost touching Barb. "You think I'll ever feel sexy as you do, Barb?"

Barb gazed for an instant at Terry's huge melons and turned away. "That shouldn't be a problem!" said Barb in her motherly voice.

Terry put on some slow R&B on the stereo. Barb took a deep breath and went for another drink. The girls giggled and had fun playing dress up.

"I just don't whatever I shall wear for my gentleman caller," said Barb, languishing like Blanche Dubois from 'A Streetcar Named Desire'.

"Oh fiddle-de-dee, Ms. Barbara. Da men folk jus' don't know what their missin'," pouted Terry, like Scarlet O'Hara.

The soft, sexy music was the perfect background for these two buxom babes to get dressed to. Terry swayed and undulated as she stuffed her boobs into the black bustier. Barb was feeling quite sexy, as she stroked her legs to smooth out the red hose. They helped each other with the garter clasps, pulled on their thongs, and pried on their matching spiked heels.

"God, if we don't look like a pair of whores!" said Terry, gawking in the mirror.

"Hey, this is how men want to see us," stated Barb.

"I do have to admit, I am starting to feel a little sexy," said Terry, surprised.

They strutted around the apartment, drinks in hand, pretending to flirt with an imaginary audience.

"Do you suppose this is the way lap dancers look?" asked Terry.

"Yeah, they look like this, but that's not how they dance," said Barb.

"Oh show me what they do, Barb!" pleaded Terry, excitedly. "How do they act so sexy for men?"

Barb had Terry sit down on a straight kitchen chair. "Now make believe you are a guy and you're in a smoky bar and I come up to you and start flirting."

Suddenly Barb started swinging her hips to the music and rubbing her thigh up against Terry's arm.

"Want a lap dance, honey?" Barb growled in a deep voice. Terry nodded her head. "Cost ya' 20 bucks," demanded Barb.

Terry grabbed her purse off the kitchen table and pulled out a dollar bill. "Better get more bills, Barb whispered, just in case." Terry grabbed a bunch more.

Barb spread her legs on both sides of Terry's and opened the front of her red thong. She looked at Terry and batted her eyes, then looked down. It dawned on Terry that she needed to anti-up, and stuck a bill in Barb's thong. Barb began to bump and grind, brushing against Terry with her tits. Terry giggled and shoved another bill into Barb's bra. Barb took one of the bills and stuck it in Terry's mouth. She squished her tits together around the bill and pulled it away from Terry's teeth. Terry giggled even more.

Seeing that Terry was not taking this lap dance seriously, she pulled her bra down to expose her 34D's, grabbed Terry by her hair and pulled her head between her tits. She buried Terry's head in her tits and massaged her face with them for a good ten seconds. When Barb let go, Terry didn't giggle. She licked her lips and stared down at Barbs thong. Barb took hold of both sides of her red thong and is pulled them down, ever so slowly revealing more and more of her pussy.

Terry started to feel damp and crossed her legs. Barb pulled her legs back apart and quickly turned around and stuck her cunt inches from Terry's face. She yanked down her thong and spread her pussy lips and gyrated her ass close to Terry's face. Terry licked her lips again and felt her own twat getting hot. Barb pulled another dollar from Terry's grasp and slowly inserted it into her own wet pussy.

"Barb, you really do know how to do this shit. You're even making me horny," said Terry, softly.

Barb was caught up in her own exhibition. She too had more than her drink quota and was feeling that tingling sensation she had before. She continued her bump and grind for Terry.

"God, I feel sooo sexy right now! I wish Donny was here," whispered Barb.

Terry's pussy was so wet her black thong clung to her as she stood up. Barb's eyes shut, as her hands reached down to caress the insides of her thigh. She bent over at the waist and swayed from side to side. Terry is just drunk enough to carry on with Barb's rapture.

"What would Donny do?" Terry purred.

She put her left arm around Barb's shoulder. Barb reached out, took hold of Terry's right hand and pulled it to her own mound. Barb's eye's opened quickly at Terry's touch, then closed slowly, as she started to grind her pussy into Terry's palm. Barb moved her hand directly over Terry's hand and prodded her to use her fingers. Terry had never touched another woman's pussy, but she did know what felt good. Caught up in the moment, she began fingering Barb's pussy.

"Yessss," Barb shuddered.

That's the only approval Terry needed to continue. The harder Terry rubbed Barb's clit and probed her cunt, the more week kneed Barb became. Finally the thrill overwhelmed her and Barb's knees came forward, and she slowly went to the carpet. The whole time Terry kept her fingers inserted deep inside Barb's hot cunt and followed her to the floor.

"Donny…fuck me, Donny," Barb cried over and over.

She was starting to cum and reached up and grabbed Terry's head, by instinct. "Oh Donny, eat me… eat meee!"

Terry was hot, wet and horny enough now to try anything. She allowed Barb's hands to force her head down to her pussy. The first taste of another woman's vagina was unexpectedly warm, tender and not distasteful. She began licking harder and deeper to approximate what she thought Barb was used to with Donny.

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