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That First Night With Annette
by Carly P (carlypax13@hotmail.com)
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A story about my first experience with an older woman.
(Ff-teen, mast, oral, 1st-lesbian-expr)
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I could never forget that first night with Annette. For
one thing, it was totally unexpected, and it was until
then the most erotic and explosive thing that had ever
happened to me.
Annette is the friend of my godmother Linda. They both
live in Great Yarmouth, and when I was younger, the
whole family would spend two weeks up there most years
during the summer. Of course, once the foreign holiday
package thing really started to get cheap, we stopped
going, so between the ages of 10 and 15 I didn't see
much of Linda or Annette.
I have to say Annette is probably one of those women my
Dad would call a 'goer' She works behind the bar in a
local pub and I think she has had more than her share
of experiences, shall we say. Great Yarmouth is one of
those places where half of the population changes every
two weeks in the summer, so I don't think she has gone
short of willing partners!
She is about 5'5 tall, with natural blonde hair that
she wears about shoulder length. She is in her late
30's now, so I suppose she would have been about 34
then. She is definitely on the voluptuous side,
although she hasn't got fat arms or bum, just a nice
set of big boobs and a well shaped figure elsewhere.
She dresses just this side of tarty, but in a nice way.
She does wear those big, hooped earrings and a thick
gold chain, but apart from that is reasonably
restrained. Her favourite colour is black, and most
times I have seen her out at night she looks pretty
cool. She favours tight black tops and trousers mostly,
and when I have been with her, attracts a lot of
admiring, not to say lecherous glances from blokes on
the street.
Anyway, back to THAT night!
I was staying with Annette because my godmother Linda
was having a baby, and to be honest, that was the
reason I was actually up there, to lend a hand when the
baby arrived, although with only two bedrooms in
Linda's place, I was quickly farmed out to Annette's
round the corner for the sleeping arrangements.
I was on my 6 week summer holidays, and spent most days
on the beach, topping up my tan and staring at the
boys! But I was quickly bored with that after a week,
and started to pester Annette to go out with her one
night. Now I know I said she had a pretty lively
nightlife, but to be honest, she was on her own all the
time I was with her, so I guess she was having a break
from the one-night stands!
Finally she gave in, and promised to take me to a
nightclub called 'The Garibaldi' which was just round
the corner from her house. She told me should would
have to pull some serious favours from the doormen,
just to get me in, cos even now I have trouble getting
into clubs, and that's 4 years later!
She got me dressed up in one of her old outfits, which
(inevitably) was tight black trousers (taken in at
every seam!) and a new red silk top, which she had
bought for her eldest daughter Lisa, who was about my
size on top (33b, as you're asking!)
I thought I looked pretty good, especially with all the
eye shadow, blusher and lipstick. I told her I could
pass for 19, but she looked doubtful at that. I
suppose, looking back, it was only the darkness
outside, and her whispered conversation with the head
doorman that got me inside
She looked pretty good as well for someone as ancient
as 34! She had chosen a tight (black!) dress, which
stopped just above her knees, and had a supported
neckline that allowed her to scoop up those big boobs
so that she sort of looked like a woman in the 18th
century with the exaggerated cleavage. With her brown
skin, green eyes and pale lipstick she did look quite
sexy.
We skipped out of the front door, and I was delighted
when a couple of lads wolf whistled at us when we got
to the end of the road. Annette however, just gave them
the finger and walked quickly on. I guess she was more
used to it that me!
Getting past the doormen, we walked through the foyer,
and into a side bar which was dimly lit (thankfully)
and she sorted us a place at the far end of the
counter, where there were two bar stools.
"What do you want to drink?" she asked me with an evil
twinkle in her eye
I knew she was someone who could handle her drink, so
played it cool. I knew that just a couple of strong
drinks would turn me into jelly, so asked for a WKD,
which is mostly sugar, with some alcohol thrown in. You
have to drink 10 of them to get paralysed, and I knew I
would throw up from the sugar overdose before that.
Perhaps a nice vodka and ice later?
She grinned and got me what I ordered, getting herself
a small cider.
We spent about an hour in there, chatting and having
another couple of drinks. I was getting less nervous
now, and as the place filled up, was gratified to be
getting some admiring glances of my own from the men
coming in. One slightly too persistent admirer was sent
on his way when he offered to take me out on the dance
floor. I was secretly pleased when Annette cut him off
at the knees with just the right withering comment!
Eventually the music got so loud we thought we might as
well go into the main dance area. Grabbing another two
drinks, we made our way between the shouting (it was
VERY loud) gyrating couples and groups of single men. I
swear I felt an enquiring hand squeeze my bum as we
pushed through, but maybe it was my imagination.
We got to a slightly less crowded area to the edge of
the dance floor, and just stood for a while, dancing to
the garage stuff and eyeing the talent, much like every
one else there that night.
The next thing that happened was that Annette started
talking to a tall red haired girl of about 25, who was
obviously asking her about me. I couldn't hear what
they were saying, but Annette, who started off talking
pleasantly enough, seemed to hear something she didn't
like, and with a few choice words, and hand gestures to
go with them, told her to go away in short, jerky
movements (
I tried to ask her what had been going on, but she
dismissed my questions with a wave, and we weaved our
way back to the bar for another round. We had been
there over 2 hours now, and so I risked asking for
vodka. Annette gave me an old fashioned look, but when
I saw the glass she was offering me, it was obvious it
had what I had asked for in it. Not only that, but it
was a strong one, and I coughed into my hand when she
wasn't looking, my eyes watering from the generous
double measure.
Another couple of drinks and I was really getting into
the mood! The room took on a blurry, slightly distorted
edge, and suddenly all the shouted small talk around me
made sense – so THIS was why people got drunk, I
thought
Annette was busy talking to a black guy, who although
almost falling down drunk, was trying his best to talk
her into letting him take her home. That and almost
falling into the top of her dress, where his eyes were
way in front of him!
I decided to go to the Ladies across the dance floor,
and it took me a couple of minutes of weaving, excuse
me's and bumping bums to navigate it. Eventually I
managed to get into the queue for the toilets. By
coincidence, I was right behind the tall redhead who
had been talking to Annette about me in the main hall,
and when she turned and saw me her eyes lit up
"Hi," she smiled "I'm Sam, how's it going?"
I smiled back, still trying desperately to carry off
the 'I'm 19 really' charade
"Hi yourself," I gulped, "Carly..."
She grinned widely and took my arm
"So how did Annette keep you under wraps all this
time?" she whispered in my ear
I was puzzled at her words – why would I be 'kept under
wraps' and why would Annette do it anyway.
Seeing my quizzical face she changed tack, "You are SO
pretty," she gushed, "I just had to find out about you,
but dear Annette told me hands off."
I was staring at her through the fog of alcohol, and
the buzzing in my ears from the music, trying to
understand what she was getting at.
Then I felt a cold thrill pass through my body as I
suddenly realised that this girl was a lesbian, and
stranger still, was coming on to me!
I didn't have a clue how to react, but just then the
queue cleared and we were in the Ladies. Steering me
towards a newly vacant cubicle, she closed the door
behind us.
"We can share," she cooed "All girls together here -
yes?"
I had no idea how to answer that and she then proceeded
to hitch up her dress, slip her white thong down round
her ankles, then sit on the seat. All the while staring
directly into my eyes, her message unmissable.
What was I to do? Suddenly the urge to pee had left me
completely, and I had no idea what to do to escape this
situation. Wiping herself fastidiously with a baby wipe
(well at least she was clean!) she stood up and I
caught a glimpse of darker hair between her legs. I
remember thinking nervously, ah ha! Not a genuine
redhead!!
Then she caught my chin in her hand and pulled my face
close to hers, and for the first time I could see
uncertainty in her eyes. I suppose she could now see
that I was far, far younger than she had anticipated in
the darker club area
"Such a shame," she said regretfully. "Nearly ripe, but
not quite."
Then she smiled at me "Another year older, and I would
have had that pretty body naked under me tonight – and
I bet you make a lot of noise when you come""
With that she opened her wide red lips and gave me the
most astonishing French kiss I had ever received. About
15 seconds of soft, wet, demanding lips and tongue. I
swear I could also feel her nipples, hard and erect,
dig into my chest and her knee dug assertively between
my legs, rubbing me there.
When she released me I was momentarily stunned.
Literally. I gasped for air, and my heart was beating
like a bird in a cage. Not only that, but a very hot
feeling was creeping up from between my legs.
Then she was gone, door banging back on the jam, and
someone else was waiting impatiently for me to come
out.
As I passed the six or seven girls mending their makeup
in the long mirror, I couldn't understand why they were
all giving me knowing smiles and nudging each other. I
soon found out.
In the narrow corridor, the girl who had kissed me was
holding her nose, which looked like it was bleeding
heavily. She was crying too, and her friend was helping
her to the exit. Next thing, Annette was beside me
looking into my face
"I told her to leave you the fuck alone," she said in a
hard voice. "But oh no, Sam has to have her way."
Then she held my chin in her hand, the way that girl
had done minutes before, and smiled down at my flushed
face
"Had a little girl on girl action in there kid, huh?"
she asked. "How was it?"
I didn't answer, and my face flushed even brighter.
Her smile widened.
"Funny, I didn't think you went that way. I must be
getting old, it took me till I was 23 before I had my
first affair with another woman!"
I flushed as I realised with horror that the lipstick
the other girl had been wearing was all over my own
mouth. That was the reason for the knowing looks.
Annette dabbed at it with a handkerchief, and we went
back into the hall.
Another extra large vodka and I was soon feeling good
again. We danced together for a while, both declining
the persistent male invitations for the slow ones. I
was feeling no pain at all by then, and Annette seemed
to be even drunker than I was, as we finally left the
nightclub, with just a few leers from the door staff
following us out of the door.
Behind the club, and down a narrow alleyway we walked,
giggling at something one of the guys had said. Passing
an even narrower side passageway I turned my head at an
unfamiliar sound and what I saw stopped me dead in my
tracks. Annette was so drunk, she didn't notice I had
stopped for several paces, and turned to speak to me,
then seeing I wasn't there, she walked somewhat
unsteadily back to where I stood gawping.
In the passageway, about 5 metres in, a man in his
forties was fucking the life out of a teenage girl from
behind, She was slim and blond, with long corkscrew
curls and had her head down, hands against the wall
whilst he stood behind her, knees bent, ramming it in
and out of her with loud animal grunts. I couldn't take
my eyes off them. In and out he went. Grunt, grunt
grunt. Back and forwards went her naked backside, Huh,
huh, huh was her counterpoint. Faster and faster he
pistoned in and out of her. Still I couldn't move. The
heat between my legs was back… I wanted nothing more
than to be her, being taken hard and fast by some guy.
It was Annette who finally pulled me away.
"No, no Carly," she breathed, suddenly serious – she
could see my excitement, "That's not for you – not yet
anyway." Then she pulled me into a doorway further down
the alleyway and shoved me roughly up against the cold
metal door. It was warm outside, early July, but I
shivered suddenly.
Her face was inches from mine and I couldn't understand
why she was so close. Her big breasts were pressed up
against my small ones and I was suddenly back in that
toilet with Sam, an innocent, totally out of control.
She cupped my chin, just like Sam had, and something
changed in her eyes. Her open mouth closed over mine.
Unlike Sam however, her kiss didn't stop after 15
seconds. It went on and on. And her hand was shockingly
busy between my legs, pushing them apart and my
underwear aside, to give her room to touch me there
I was in a daze, both aroused and confused. Her mouth
possessed me totally, and that knowing hand had now
slipped under the waistband of my new thong. Soon her
fingers weren't just on me - they were deep inside me!
Suddenly the alcohol, the heady atmosphere of the club
and my own unfocussed teenage sexuality combined. I
wanted her to finger me! In fact, I wanted to do it to
her too!
We clawed at each other like wild animals. I sucked at
her neck and made strange desperate noises. Something I
had NEVER even thought about doing before. She threw
her head back and groaned. Her hand was still digging
between my legs, and I howled as she found the
sensitive spot first time. If anyone had been watching
our performance in the alleyway, I am sure we would
soon have had a real crowd around us, but luckily we
didn't
At last common sense prevailed, and she pulled her
fingers out of me and pushed her hair back in into some
sort of order. I could smell myself on her hand.
"Not here," she hissed at me. "Back to the house, now."
We almost ran the 100 yards to the house. Once the door
had closed behind us, and she had locked it, she almost
threw me back against the sofa. I sprawled on it; eager
for whatever she wanted to do to me.
It was a lot.
Once we were sitting together, she grabbed the back of
my hair, almost painfully and kissed me again. I could
see where she had got the lurid reputation from now.
Her hands were all over me, and I found my trousers had
apparently undone themselves, and my new top was almost
torn from me.
Once I was down to bra and thong, she stopped kissing
me quite so hard and looked at me intently.
"Are you sure this is ok with you?" she asked,
tentative for the first time since we left the club
I knew I could stop this now, if I wanted, and part of
me was screaming, "What are you DOING? You aren't GAY!"
The other, crazier part of me was stronger however, and
that heat between my legs was back, and clamouring to
be quenched.
I didn't say anything, just reached behind me and
unsnapped my bra. Once it was on my lap, her face got
that intense look again, and she kissed me hard, tongue
all over the inside of my mouth. Then she stood up and
unzipped that plain black dress. Her big boobs rolled
free, and she was standing there in just a black thong
herself.
"God!" I thought, "She is like a blonde Xena, all firm
tanned flesh and smelling of sex and, well... woman."
She grabbed my hand in hers, and I followed her
obediently upstairs. What followed has stayed with me
every single day since then. She did everything to me
that night. Fingers inside me, thumb circling my clit,
mouth all over my body. I was sucked, licked, fingered
and fucked for the next hour. I had never even heard of
cunnilingus then, but the second her long tongue went
up inside me, I arched up, and thought I had gone to
heaven.
She held my legs wide open with her shoulders, and
grabbed my bum with both hands whilst her mouth worked
away on me. It was wicked, sinful, and I loved every
second of it. It took me about a minute to come for the
first time, and she rode it out with me, making almost
as much noise as I did. Hanging on tightly as my hips
bounced and jerked off the bed, her mouth completely
over my pussy, licking and licking and licking.
I thought I was going to have my first heart attack at
15! But finally the waves of sheer sensation subsided,
and she rolled over to the side of the bed, breathless
herself at what she had been doing. We kissed again,
slower and more loving this time, and I could taste
myself on her lips.
She was still very excited, but I guess she knew that I
would struggle to compete with the performance that I
had just experienced, so I was slightly relieved she
didn't ask me to do the same to her, Instead, she
pulled my fingers into the wet heat between her legs,
and I felt for the first time an excited sex that
wasn't my own…
To be fair, my fingers were simply used that first
time. She was so anxious to come, that she pushed and
pulled my fingers around her hard clit almost as if I
was an extension of her own hand. The result was the
same, not long afterwards, she started to come hard,
and looked deep into my eyes while she was going
through it. I looked straight back at her, getting
excited again myself, and while her face screwed up in
passion as the first spasms hit her, I simply licked
her face all over slowly. It drove her crazy, and she
screamed incoherent 'fuck' words I didn't really
understand (then!).
Once we had both come, she was much gentler, and taught
me many things in the next hour. How to please another
woman with my mouth and tongue. How some people liked a
probing finger up their bum while they were being
pleasured and finally taking a big, pink artificial
cock off the top of her wardrobe, made sure I knew how
to use it on her and me.
The next few days were a mix of sunny afternoons in the
garden, waiting for her to get home from her shift, a
rushed evening meal, because we both kept looking at
each other hungrily all through it, and some VERY early
nights in!
I actually fell a little bit in love with Annette, but
the holiday had to come to an end, and we parted at the
station, with a long slow kiss which made a couple of
elderly gentlemen emulate their walking sticks!
I do still see her occasionally. She is married again
now, to a really nice guy, and I don't know if she has
any bi adventures any more. But I know she still likes
me that way. How?
Lets just say that last Christmas, when she was here,
and we were in the kitchen, preparing the vegetables
for lunch, (everyone else was down the pub) we had a
very satisfactory little Seasons Greeting of our own
under the mistletoe! She can still use her fingers
better than anyone I have been with before or since,
and the dog looked at me very quizzically whilst I
wailed through an intense orgasm bent over the mince
pies.
I just HAD to return the favour and she looked very
festive, party dress up around her waist, paper hat
over one eye as I used my newly educated tongue on her,
across the neatly laid winter coats in my parents
bedroom. My maiden Aunt Ruth, who owned the fur coat we
were lying on, would never have approved of our version
of seasonal goodwill!
Hope you enjoy the story...
Comments welcome as always to CarlyPax13@hotmail.com
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