I guess something made me really look at her, that morning. Cynthia, my new sister-in-law, my husband Greg’s sister. She was staying with us, visiting, for the first time since Greg and I were married, and Greg was off at work and Cynthia had just come down for breakfast. I looked at her, and realized I hadn’t really payed much attention, but that she reminded me of Greg in a lot of ways. They had the same eyes, and though her hair was lighter, their faces were similar, and even their build: both were about 5’8″ and rather slender. And they had some of the same personality quirks, and there was something the similar about the way they spoke.
Well, Cynthia had come down for breakfast, and I surprised myself! I felt an attraction! I had never felt an attraction like that for a woman! And I certainly wasn’t unsatisfied with sex with Greg–to the contrary, it was great and seemed to be getting better all the time–we were doing it more than ever, sometimes getting together twice in one day! We both loved it, and sometimes, I’d even ask him for it!
Well, I sat there at breakfast and surreptitiously peeked at Cynthia, wondering how she could be having this effect on me! She was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless white top, her long limbs showing. The way she smiled at me did things to me I couldn’t believe! I wished that Greg was home, though I couldn’t imagine slipping off with him while Cynthia was around. I sat there, trying to keep my conversation going, but feeling very distracted.
After breakfast, we really had nothing to do, so we went out to the mall. We were in a clothing store and I tried on a couple of skirts, but having Cynthia around was still affecting me. I encouraged her to try on an outfit, and soon I found myself looking forward to getting her to try on more of them. Cynthia came out of the dressing room dressed in this sexy little black dress and she asked me and the saleslady what we thought. I looked at her, and my heart skipped a beat! I managed to stay calm though and tell her I thought the dress suited her. The saleslady agreed. Cynthia was looking around for another dress to try on, and I found myself asking the saleslady if she knew of any dresses that would look good on Cynthia. She showed me one and Cynthia agreed to try it on, and the saleslady and I looked for more. Then the saleslady said, “You’re hooked on her, aren’t you?”
Cynthia was changing at the time. It took a second for it to sink in, then I felt a momentary wave of panic. I was *that* transparent? I forced myself to speak as nonchalantly as the saleslady had: “Excuse me?”
“Oh, you can’t deny it–you have the hots for her. You like to see her dress up.”
“She’s my *sister-in-law* and we just came in to do some shopping!” I wasn’t nonchalant anymore, but I managed to keep my voice in a low hiss.
“And you like to see her body. Here, we could try to convince her to try on this,” and she showed me this slinky little dress that I couldn’t believe! I don’t know when she could wear such a thing other than for her future husband. “I’ll bet she’ll try it on,” continued the saleslady, “encourage her,” and she pushed it in my hands. I looked down at it and just about went into a trance.
Cynthia had come out and was modelling another dress. Once again, it almost killed me to look at her, and I felt a lump rising in my throat about the thought of seeing her in the dress in my hand. Finally, I proceeded to talk her into trying it on. I surprised myself how smooth *and* relentless I could be! I told her it was just for a lark. I told her she should at least have the chance to see what she would look like in such a dress. She went for it, and took it into the changing room.
The saleslady said “You’d like to see her nude, wouldn’t you?” I didn’t see how she could be so forward.
“Listen,…” I started, ready to tell her what’s what.
“Oh, stop denying it–listen to me: I’ll tell you how you can get your chance to see her nude.” The part of me that wanted to do it kept me tongue-tied and I just stood there dumbly.
“Good,” she went on, “I know this pond you can take her to go swimming. It’s a little out of the city and no one goes there, so you can just drive her there and tell her it’s so hot you two should just take a dip.”
“Go swimming naked?!” I said. Then Cynthia came out of the dressing room. I was transfixed. After a few seconds of just staring, I glanced at the saleslady. She was staring too, but in a second she seemed to come to her senses. Anyone, man or woman would have stared at Cynthia in that dress. She had come out preening, but looked a little alarmed at our reaction. In a second, we were both telling her how great it looked, if a bit daring. Cynthia seemed a bit embarrassed by the idea of other people in the store possibly coming over and seeing her so she went to take it off.
As soon as she left, the saleslady proceeded to tell me how to get to this pond she was talking about. She said just make sure we have a beer for lunch, and then just drive out, telling Cynthia that on the spur of the moment I’d remembered a perfect way to beat the heat. Cynthia came out and we left, but as we left I felt I was in the possession of dangerous knowledge… I didn’t know if I’d be responsible for my own actions!
I found myself taking us to one of those restaurant-bar chains for lunch and sure enough, we each had a beer. I stared at Cynthia while she wasn’t looking and sometimes I thought I’d never do anything like that saleslady suggested and other times I was afraid I’d already decided to do it. We sat there and talked a bit, and then, sure enough, when we left, I found myself following the saleslady’s directions. And I even used her line.
We ended up on a little country road and turned onto a little track into the fields. Eventually we came to this little pond in a very obscure spot! No one was around, and it looked like people seldom came there. I broached the idea of taking a swim. Cynthia laughed and thought I was crazy. I told her it was no big deal, just a way to cool off, and that no one knew about this spot. In a minute I could see she was wavering and finally she went along with it!
We stood there, and I realized she wasn’t just going to take off her clothes while we watched each other. I turned aside and pulled off my top. I didn’t look her way, but started talking as if this were something I do all the time. I glanced back at her and she was just staring at me, open-mouthed. Lust? No, just shock–she wasn’t quite ready for this yet.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, this is nothing!” I said, trying to encourage her and defuse her embarrassment. Finally, she nervously started taking off her top. I looked away, and continued, taking off my shorts and kicking off my shoes. A discrete peek revealed she was nervously glancing at me while continuing to undress. Soon I was completely nude, and I walked up and tested the water with my hand.
“Come on,” I said as I turned around. She was just taking off her panties and her breasts were bare! When she stood up, completely nude, I stared in awe, but was quick enough to catch myself before I made a scene. I walked in a few steps, and then dived down under water to get myself used to it quickly, and came up and looked back. She was so sexy! She was at the edge of the pool now, and cautiously making her way in. I kept looking at her, but I kept a playful smile on my face as if I were just waiting for her to join the fun. Soon she was in and we were both swimming.
I couldn’t believe it. This was too much! Here I am lusting after a woman, and swimming with her, nude! And she has *no* idea! It occurred to me that I might get us into playing tag or some other touching game! I could pull her under in fun? Tickle her? I couldn’t believe the thoughts that were coming into my head–where would this all end?
Then I realized that another car had pulled up! Caught! Cynthia and I immediately made sure the water was covering us and glued our eyes on the car! I felt such panic. Out of the car came a woman, in a black, one-piece swim-suit. It was the saleslady! She had a towel on her shoulder which she threw on the ground, and proceeded to walk into the pond!
“Hi, thought I’d join you.” Cynthia and I just stared and didn’t know what to do. In seconds, she was gliding around the pond, and in a minute, she swam up to us and stopped, planting her feet on the bottom. “Perfect day for a dip,” she said as if nothing strange were going on, “going suitless?” she asked with a sly smile.
“We just stopped for a little dip,” I said, suddenly wondering how we were going to manage to leave. Would she leave soon? Should we leave while she was still around?
“Oh, don’t be shy!” she said, “it’s nothing really,” and she swam out to where we were. Immediately, she was splashing Cynthia, laughing, and Cynthia responded by taking off after her. Soon she had the three of us playing tag, and let me tell you, it was weird touching bodies like that, knowing both Cynthia and I were nude.
Then once when I looked back at them, they were together. The woman was behind Cynthia, so close that her face was right over Cynthia’s shoulder. I stared for a second, and then moved closer. The woman obviously had her arms around Cynthia under water, and Cynthia had this vacant stare–even though I was in front of her, she was looking right through me. Her mouth was hanging open and I could see the rise and fall of her breathing.
“Come on, come here and kiss her!” said the woman. I was staring at them, openmouthed, wondering what was going on. “Oh, come on, hurry!” said the woman. I still didn’t approach any closer, and soon I realized they were moving toward me.
Soon they were close to me, and had turned so that Cynthia was face away from me and the woman was close to me. “I set things up for you, and you freeze,” she said. She kept moving closer until she was right in front of me. Then she added: “Here! Here’s a kiss,” and she grabbed my head with one hand and put her lips right on mine, hard!
I was in shock. Her tongue was working its way into my mouth, and somehow, I just stood there, not able to move. I felt her hands on my body, and soon I felt skin against my back. My back was against Cynthia’s! The woman wasn’t kissing me now, but she was caressing my breasts under water, and her hand was wondering up and down my body, sometimes down to my crotch. I was breathing hard–out of control. I heard hard breathing behind me. Cynthia. She was writhing and moaning. The fingers were down to my sex, in my sex. I almost passed out.
We, Cynthia and I, were on our hands and knees, next to each other, almost touching, in about five inches of water near the edge of the pool. Our shoulders *were* touching. And our hips. And thighs. The woman was behind us, kneeling. I felt her finger my cunt. Cynthia was moaning and swinging her head back and forth. The finger found my rear hole. I couldn’t stand it.
We were kneeling on the carpet in the woman’s apartment, still nude. She hadn’t allowed us to get dressed when we came–even when we came in from her car. My car was still at the pond. It was supper time and Greg would be wondering where we were. The woman was sitting on a chair in front of us, wearing a top, but nothing below her waist. Cynthia and I were pushing our heads toward her crotch between her wide-spread legs, both licking at the same time. Against my left cheek was Cynthia’s right, and against my other cheek was the woman’s thigh. My tongue touched Cynthia’s as we licked and licked. The woman’s hand was behind my head, pulling it to her cunt.
As you may know by now if you are a frequent visitor of my blog, I love classical sexy stories. I don’t need the characters to have smartphones and browse the Internet for the story to get to me. As one of my Facebook friends stated: “Good erotica is timeless”. She is completely right. The naughty tale you have just read, for example, it is almost two decades old and it turns me on today as it did the first day. I come back to it again and again, and each time it does it for me. Do you want more examples? Now I am reading some nice books by Anaïs Nin, she wrote some of them in the 30’s, others in the 70’s… Lots of good reading material. If you are busy and have to decide whether to spend your precious time reading my stories here or the ones written by Anaïs Nin. Don’t hesitate and go buy her books!
I firstly read the stories written by deirdre (with little “d”) back in the twentieth century. I got them from newsgroups such as alt.sex.stories.moderated which I then regularly checked. Since then I have not seen any new story by this awesome author. Investigating a little, I found the following explanation in one of the multiple reposts of her story “Dip”. You may find this interesting:
“deirdre” was the enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never* corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April 1996.
This is not reality; it is a string of words. The author does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more mature. — deirdre
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