The one with Rachel in red
She asked Maestro in the morning if we’d like her to bring her red, gold or pink outfit. Red was the classic, she said. And Rachel knows her lingerie … you can’t go wrong with fishnet stockings and garter, crotchless panties, and lacy halter bra top! We didn’t see her in classic red until later that night, after a bottle of wine and giggles over Maestro’s drunken escapades. This was the fourth time she’s stayed over, and even though we always want more play time with her, we always end up having too much fun just hanging out and unwinding. It’s one of the reasons I want to share Maestro with her so much.
I declared to Maestro months ago that I wasn’t that into pussy. Not my thing. But the last six weeks with Rachel has transformed me. Hers is so sweet, so pretty and incredibly juicy. Maestro tastes honey when he licks her. It tastes better than my grapefruit-y pussy, he sighed, after she came in his mouth the first time she stayed over. While I may have been slightly … territorial … over that comment in the moment, I realized after a serious lick that he’s totally right. I love licking her, feeling her hips writhe, dipping my fingers into her wet pussy, teasing her ass. It’s the first time I’ve moved beyond experimenting with women, to making love to a woman. And it’s about the person, not the pussy. Which is why I look forward to our communal showers and post-sex cuddling almost as much as the fantastic Maestro-induced hand-holding orgasms with her. (Being ambidextrous means he can finger us both equally well with both hands. Another reminder that this is a man with serious sexual talents!) I’m just riding this entire new experience with Maestro and Rachel – a passionate threesome with another woman. We plan dates and go for dinners. Share silly stories from our pasts and make plans for adventures together. Like people kind of falling for each other, when they get poetic over how even the mundane are magical in her presence.
Who knows how any of this will play out. And that’s the adventure, the randomness of love, heartbreak, friendship and orgasms. Maestro’s arms are still the softest place for me to land, though, and that’s all I need to know now.
