My Redhead
I have always wanted to make love with a redhead – this is my fantasy:
Maureen and I have been lovers for about a year. We met during a big litigation representing different clients and became friends. It was one of those things; she and I had a special attraction to each other almost instantly. We were both successful women in a profession dominated by men and we just clicked and became close professional friends but didn’t socialize with each other. One day, she confided that she wanted to leave her firm; I don’t know if it was politics or what. She had a few major clients and I suggested that she talk with the heads of my firm. Two weeks later, she was my partner with an office down the hall from me.
A few weeks later, Maureen stuck her head in my office and said she had seen the French language school that was nearby and asked if I would be interested in taking French classes with her. She explained that she was too nervous to try it on her own. I had been thinking about it for years and jumped at the chance. We signed up for the same class and twice a week we left the office a bit early and walked over to a new life in a different language. Soon we began to go to a nearby French bistro for dinner after class. I was alone at the time and began to look forward to our evening escapes to France. I even found myself getting dressed up for our school nights as if I was going on a date or something. Curiously, Maureen was doing the same thing. But as the semester went on, we both sensed we were becoming more intimate friends than we had been. I began to realize that I was developing a strong sexual attraction for her. Turns out so was she; we talked about it once, and just let it drop. Eventually, we were spending almost all our free time together.
As the weeks wore on, I felt an indescribable happiness just being near her. Then I began to have these erotic dreams imagining that we were making love in a hotel room by the ocean. I imagined her long red hair brushing over my body as she whispered to me in French. The dreams grew more frequent and explicitly intense. Then one day I went to video store and bought a video titled “Lesbian Gingers” or something like that. I picked it out because one of the stars in the video was a redhead who looked like Maureen. I must have watched it a dozen times imagining that the scenes were me and Maureen.
Then one night after school I gave the video to Maureen and told her I that a boyfriend left it behind and joked “he must have had a thing for Irish redheads”. I didn’t know if she would catch my message. She slipped into my office a few days later and closed the door. Alone, Maureen said “I watched that video, God it was hot. I fingered myself while I watched it; I especially liked the scene where the young brunette made love with her girlfriend on the beach.” I knew that brunette she was really talking about was me, and that she had indeed gotten my message.
After our next class, we went out to dinner as usual, but this time Maureen invited me back to her apartment. I looked at her in surprise, certainly blushing. Her green eyes sparkled as she joked “I’m not going to make you watch that video with me! Let’s just have a glass of wine in the comfort of a living room.” Her sense of humor put me completely at ease and I watched her get up and walk over to pay our check, mesmerized by her long red hair, firm body and long legs. Beneath her white silk blouse, I could see a red bra; I imagined red panties under her short black skirt. It was hard to breathe.
I was not surprised to be led into a large apartment, tastefully modern in style. Maureen led me into the large living room which looked out over the river and pointed to the sofa. Then she spun around as was off to fetch a bottled of wine. We had a couple of glasses of wine as we talked about our lives and careers. Neither of us had ever been married or even had a serious relationship with a man. She seemed wistful about being alone and u*********sly I put my arm around her and was surprised when she laid her head on my shoulder. I whispered to her “You know, there is a reason that I haven’t had a man in my life.” “Yeah, I know; word has gotten to me. It wasn’t a boyfriend that left that video behind, was it?” Maureen turned her head and smiled. Then she tilted it in a way that would make it easy for me to kiss her; it was like she was inviting me to kiss her. I leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, just lips. Again. And again. I felt her mouth open to welcome my tongue. I pulled back and then whispered, “We’ve been friends for a while now and I just have to say that over these past few months I could be falling in love.” I held my breath, waiting for her reaction. After what seemed like forever, she said “Me too.” She reached for my face and pulled me to her for what was to be the kiss that neither of us would forget. Maureen whispered, “I’ve never been with a girl but I have been dreaming about this moment for months now.”
We stopped and looked each other in the eye and then I felt my body let go as the passion of the moment took charge. We exchanged passionate kisses as our hands explored each other’s body. Maureen’s mouth began to explore my neck, nibbling up and down. Then she found my ear and her tongue began to explore. I could feel myself giving in to my arousal and just wanted it to never end. As Maureen’s tongue roamed over my ear, her fingers began to unbutton my blouse. After a few buttons surrendered, she slipped a hand inside that soon found a breast. “No bra?” she whispered. “No need, they’re so small.” “Ah, but they’re perfect,” she whispered as her finger pinched a nipple. More buttons gone and soon so was my blouse. Maureen leaned back and just whispered. “God, you’re gorgeous.” I could feel my nipples harden under her gaze. As one hand teased one nipple, Maureen’s mouth found the other and she began to suck my nipple between her teeth. The friction on my nipple sent shivers through my body. I squeezed my thighs together in an effort to quell the arousal there. I leaned against Maureen as she teased my breasts. “God, you smell wonderful.” “Chanel” she said. “Of course.”
She kissed me so softly I just shuddered at the eroticism. Then she took my upper lip and teased it with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth then releasing it. I imagined her mouth on my pussy doing this and felt my pussy begin to pulse and release my juices. As she worked over my lip, her hands worked to lift my skirt. I lifted my bum so she could slide my skirt from underneath. Her hand slowly massaged my inner thigh, working her way to my pussy. I could feel her fingers as they found my panties and I gave a bit of a shudder. Her fingers cupped my pussy, and she began massaging my pubic mound through my panties. I could feel my clit grow harder from the friction of the panty fabric. I could feel my hips begin to move. Maureen whispered in my ear “I have never done anything like this, I’m sorry if I’m clumsy.” I took her hand and put it over my slit. I whispered in her ear “Feel how wet I am? This is wonderful.”
Her response was a deep, soft kiss. I pushed her back softly, wanting her to see how aroused I was. I smiled as I saw a look of sensuous desire in her face. I also noticed that her nipples were hard and erect straining against her sheer bra and clearly visible through her blouse. It buttoned in the back, so I reached around Maureen as she continued her sensuous kiss with soft sounds anticipating her getting naked. Button after button came free until I could pull her blouse gently from her skirt. Maureen leaned back, freed her arms and her blouse was gone. I ran my hands over her back, exploring every inch. “Your skin is so soft” I whispered between breaths. Then her bra clasp. Maureen let her bra fall over her shoulders, slipped her arms through the straps and it was gone.
I eased Maureen back onto her sofa. I unzipped her skirt and she lifted off the sofa as I wriggled it down her legs and off. Red panties barely concealed a trimmed bush. “Are you okay with this?” I whispered. A smile and a nod was the answer. I kissed her softly on the mouth and then began to explore her body. A soft gasp as my fingers pinched one nipple as I took the other in my mouth and nibbled and suckled her. My other hand found her pussy mound and I began to softly press on it as my hand worked down to her pussy. Maureen’s breathing had become more ragged so I knew she was on her way. I slipped a finger inside her pushing her panties inside. Maureen’s hips began to move looking for more contact with her pussy.
I began to make love to her. I kissed my way down to her mound and began to suck on her pussy through her panties. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. I took a finger and pulled the waistband down to get a glimpse of her bush. Trimmed red curls covered a very wet pussy; her juices had matted her bush to her skin, and I could see her come oozing as my finger teased her clit. I began to slip Maureen’s panties over her hips. The gusset of her panties was slick with her juice. I leaned to the side and just looked at Maureen’s pussy. I didn’t want to rush things. I gently began running two of my fingers up and down her pussy which opened like a flower inviting me to take her. I leaned in and began softly licking and kissing her pussy. Her lips were swollen and I could see her clitoris peeking from its hood. I was intoxicated with the thought of making love to her. I reached down, lifted my skirt and began to touch myself. I was on fire.
I slowed down and softly kissed and licked Maureen’s inner thigh as I rubbed her mound. I felt Maureen’s hand on the back of my head pulling me to her. My tongue worked up and down her slit as my thumb flicked her clit. Teasing her, I dipped my tongue inside her and began to flick it against the inner walls of her pussy. Maureen’s hips were now writhing. I could feel her juices flowing down my chin as she began to gasp, pressing my face against her pussy. I looked up and saw Maureen: eyes closed, gasping for breath her hair plastered against her sweaty forehead. I then pulled back a bit to look at her gorgeous pussy.
I found Maureen’s clitoris and sucked her small white sensitive nub into my mouth as I flicked my tongue back and forth across it. Maureen was moaning in pleasure, but soon the moans became more intense, and her hips began to move up and down in rhythm with my tongue. I knew her orgasm was coming, so I began to suck her whole clitoris into my mouth as I softly licked it. Suddenly, her entire body began heaving as her first orgasm hit. I decided to keep going. I continued tonguing her clit and slipped a finger, then two inside her. I didn’t have to move because her writhing hips created all the friction she needed. I then began to suck hard on her clitoris, taking it between my teeth. Then her whole body was writhing again. I kept licking and sucking her clitoris into my mouth as waves of orgasms washed over her. Then Maureen shouted “You have to stop. This is too much.”
I stopped, but my head moved up from her pussy, past her red curls and I began to suck on her nipples. Maureen was in such a highly charged sexual state that her hips rose again as her body tensed up and my hand reached down to her vagina where I inserted three fingers into her. My fingers found her button; I gently rubbed it with my finger to give her a vaginal orgasm. slowly finger fucked her until her whole body shook. I slipped my hand from her pussy and caressed her mound as Maureen caught her breath.
She lay on the couch and just couldn’t move. Her pussy was still feeling the sexual sensations coming from her whole vaginal area. I could see her come still oozing from her, running down her thighs. I gently kissed her pussy like I was saying goodbye as I withdrew my head from between her legs. I was totally in love with Maureen and just kept slowly kissing her.
She leaned over and whispered “Tomorrow’s Saturday, can you stay the night?”
Maureen and I have been lovers for about a year. We met during a big litigation representing different clients and became friends. It was one of those things; she and I had a special attraction to each other almost instantly. We were both successful women in a profession dominated by men and we just clicked and became close professional friends but didn’t socialize with each other. One day, she confided that she wanted to leave her firm; I don’t know if it was politics or what. She had a few major clients and I suggested that she talk with the heads of my firm. Two weeks later, she was my partner with an office down the hall from me.
A few weeks later, Maureen stuck her head in my office and said she had seen the French language school that was nearby and asked if I would be interested in taking French classes with her. She explained that she was too nervous to try it on her own. I had been thinking about it for years and jumped at the chance. We signed up for the same class and twice a week we left the office a bit early and walked over to a new life in a different language. Soon we began to go to a nearby French bistro for dinner after class. I was alone at the time and began to look forward to our evening escapes to France. I even found myself getting dressed up for our school nights as if I was going on a date or something. Curiously, Maureen was doing the same thing. But as the semester went on, we both sensed we were becoming more intimate friends than we had been. I began to realize that I was developing a strong sexual attraction for her. Turns out so was she; we talked about it once, and just let it drop. Eventually, we were spending almost all our free time together.
As the weeks wore on, I felt an indescribable happiness just being near her. Then I began to have these erotic dreams imagining that we were making love in a hotel room by the ocean. I imagined her long red hair brushing over my body as she whispered to me in French. The dreams grew more frequent and explicitly intense. Then one day I went to video store and bought a video titled “Lesbian Gingers” or something like that. I picked it out because one of the stars in the video was a redhead who looked like Maureen. I must have watched it a dozen times imagining that the scenes were me and Maureen.
Then one night after school I gave the video to Maureen and told her I that a boyfriend left it behind and joked “he must have had a thing for Irish redheads”. I didn’t know if she would catch my message. She slipped into my office a few days later and closed the door. Alone, Maureen said “I watched that video, God it was hot. I fingered myself while I watched it; I especially liked the scene where the young brunette made love with her girlfriend on the beach.” I knew that brunette she was really talking about was me, and that she had indeed gotten my message.
After our next class, we went out to dinner as usual, but this time Maureen invited me back to her apartment. I looked at her in surprise, certainly blushing. Her green eyes sparkled as she joked “I’m not going to make you watch that video with me! Let’s just have a glass of wine in the comfort of a living room.” Her sense of humor put me completely at ease and I watched her get up and walk over to pay our check, mesmerized by her long red hair, firm body and long legs. Beneath her white silk blouse, I could see a red bra; I imagined red panties under her short black skirt. It was hard to breathe.
I was not surprised to be led into a large apartment, tastefully modern in style. Maureen led me into the large living room which looked out over the river and pointed to the sofa. Then she spun around as was off to fetch a bottled of wine. We had a couple of glasses of wine as we talked about our lives and careers. Neither of us had ever been married or even had a serious relationship with a man. She seemed wistful about being alone and u*********sly I put my arm around her and was surprised when she laid her head on my shoulder. I whispered to her “You know, there is a reason that I haven’t had a man in my life.” “Yeah, I know; word has gotten to me. It wasn’t a boyfriend that left that video behind, was it?” Maureen turned her head and smiled. Then she tilted it in a way that would make it easy for me to kiss her; it was like she was inviting me to kiss her. I leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, just lips. Again. And again. I felt her mouth open to welcome my tongue. I pulled back and then whispered, “We’ve been friends for a while now and I just have to say that over these past few months I could be falling in love.” I held my breath, waiting for her reaction. After what seemed like forever, she said “Me too.” She reached for my face and pulled me to her for what was to be the kiss that neither of us would forget. Maureen whispered, “I’ve never been with a girl but I have been dreaming about this moment for months now.”
We stopped and looked each other in the eye and then I felt my body let go as the passion of the moment took charge. We exchanged passionate kisses as our hands explored each other’s body. Maureen’s mouth began to explore my neck, nibbling up and down. Then she found my ear and her tongue began to explore. I could feel myself giving in to my arousal and just wanted it to never end. As Maureen’s tongue roamed over my ear, her fingers began to unbutton my blouse. After a few buttons surrendered, she slipped a hand inside that soon found a breast. “No bra?” she whispered. “No need, they’re so small.” “Ah, but they’re perfect,” she whispered as her finger pinched a nipple. More buttons gone and soon so was my blouse. Maureen leaned back and just whispered. “God, you’re gorgeous.” I could feel my nipples harden under her gaze. As one hand teased one nipple, Maureen’s mouth found the other and she began to suck my nipple between her teeth. The friction on my nipple sent shivers through my body. I squeezed my thighs together in an effort to quell the arousal there. I leaned against Maureen as she teased my breasts. “God, you smell wonderful.” “Chanel” she said. “Of course.”
She kissed me so softly I just shuddered at the eroticism. Then she took my upper lip and teased it with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth then releasing it. I imagined her mouth on my pussy doing this and felt my pussy begin to pulse and release my juices. As she worked over my lip, her hands worked to lift my skirt. I lifted my bum so she could slide my skirt from underneath. Her hand slowly massaged my inner thigh, working her way to my pussy. I could feel her fingers as they found my panties and I gave a bit of a shudder. Her fingers cupped my pussy, and she began massaging my pubic mound through my panties. I could feel my clit grow harder from the friction of the panty fabric. I could feel my hips begin to move. Maureen whispered in my ear “I have never done anything like this, I’m sorry if I’m clumsy.” I took her hand and put it over my slit. I whispered in her ear “Feel how wet I am? This is wonderful.”
Her response was a deep, soft kiss. I pushed her back softly, wanting her to see how aroused I was. I smiled as I saw a look of sensuous desire in her face. I also noticed that her nipples were hard and erect straining against her sheer bra and clearly visible through her blouse. It buttoned in the back, so I reached around Maureen as she continued her sensuous kiss with soft sounds anticipating her getting naked. Button after button came free until I could pull her blouse gently from her skirt. Maureen leaned back, freed her arms and her blouse was gone. I ran my hands over her back, exploring every inch. “Your skin is so soft” I whispered between breaths. Then her bra clasp. Maureen let her bra fall over her shoulders, slipped her arms through the straps and it was gone.
I eased Maureen back onto her sofa. I unzipped her skirt and she lifted off the sofa as I wriggled it down her legs and off. Red panties barely concealed a trimmed bush. “Are you okay with this?” I whispered. A smile and a nod was the answer. I kissed her softly on the mouth and then began to explore her body. A soft gasp as my fingers pinched one nipple as I took the other in my mouth and nibbled and suckled her. My other hand found her pussy mound and I began to softly press on it as my hand worked down to her pussy. Maureen’s breathing had become more ragged so I knew she was on her way. I slipped a finger inside her pushing her panties inside. Maureen’s hips began to move looking for more contact with her pussy.
I began to make love to her. I kissed my way down to her mound and began to suck on her pussy through her panties. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. I took a finger and pulled the waistband down to get a glimpse of her bush. Trimmed red curls covered a very wet pussy; her juices had matted her bush to her skin, and I could see her come oozing as my finger teased her clit. I began to slip Maureen’s panties over her hips. The gusset of her panties was slick with her juice. I leaned to the side and just looked at Maureen’s pussy. I didn’t want to rush things. I gently began running two of my fingers up and down her pussy which opened like a flower inviting me to take her. I leaned in and began softly licking and kissing her pussy. Her lips were swollen and I could see her clitoris peeking from its hood. I was intoxicated with the thought of making love to her. I reached down, lifted my skirt and began to touch myself. I was on fire.
I slowed down and softly kissed and licked Maureen’s inner thigh as I rubbed her mound. I felt Maureen’s hand on the back of my head pulling me to her. My tongue worked up and down her slit as my thumb flicked her clit. Teasing her, I dipped my tongue inside her and began to flick it against the inner walls of her pussy. Maureen’s hips were now writhing. I could feel her juices flowing down my chin as she began to gasp, pressing my face against her pussy. I looked up and saw Maureen: eyes closed, gasping for breath her hair plastered against her sweaty forehead. I then pulled back a bit to look at her gorgeous pussy.
I found Maureen’s clitoris and sucked her small white sensitive nub into my mouth as I flicked my tongue back and forth across it. Maureen was moaning in pleasure, but soon the moans became more intense, and her hips began to move up and down in rhythm with my tongue. I knew her orgasm was coming, so I began to suck her whole clitoris into my mouth as I softly licked it. Suddenly, her entire body began heaving as her first orgasm hit. I decided to keep going. I continued tonguing her clit and slipped a finger, then two inside her. I didn’t have to move because her writhing hips created all the friction she needed. I then began to suck hard on her clitoris, taking it between my teeth. Then her whole body was writhing again. I kept licking and sucking her clitoris into my mouth as waves of orgasms washed over her. Then Maureen shouted “You have to stop. This is too much.”
I stopped, but my head moved up from her pussy, past her red curls and I began to suck on her nipples. Maureen was in such a highly charged sexual state that her hips rose again as her body tensed up and my hand reached down to her vagina where I inserted three fingers into her. My fingers found her button; I gently rubbed it with my finger to give her a vaginal orgasm. slowly finger fucked her until her whole body shook. I slipped my hand from her pussy and caressed her mound as Maureen caught her breath.
She lay on the couch and just couldn’t move. Her pussy was still feeling the sexual sensations coming from her whole vaginal area. I could see her come still oozing from her, running down her thighs. I gently kissed her pussy like I was saying goodbye as I withdrew my head from between her legs. I was totally in love with Maureen and just kept slowly kissing her.
She leaned over and whispered “Tomorrow’s Saturday, can you stay the night?”
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