We found out more personal details about each other. She was only a year and 2 months older than me, which made us 25 and 26. Neither of us had kids, we graduated from college a year apart, and while she worked for an advertisement company, I had just landed a nice finance job at a prestigious and well known company in the area, which was the reason for my move down here to L.A. We had a lot in common, including our body shapes and dress sizes. We even joked about how we could be like sisters and share clothes. She talked about growing up in L.A, her family, past boyfriends and stuff like that. I talked about my life in Seattle and family life growing up as well, while purposely leaving some parts out. We had a great time, drinking and talking a little while longer before she was ready to head home.
“Hey, when are you doing that yoga thing again?”
“Oh, that’s everyday girl. Gotta keep it tight!”
“Well, it’s working. Sign me up. What time?”
“You can come over about 3. That’s usually when I start.”
“Okay, see you at three then.”
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As I was getting my mail, I saw Felicia walking up my driveway. Now, I never been into women, let alone, even thought of one in a sexual way, but I must admit Felicia was bad! She looked the complete opposite of what she was wearing yesterday, which was a maxi skirt and a loose fitted tank with her hair in a Nefertiti wrap. She was Bohemian chic, which was cute and all, but today? Damn! Her skin was a beautiful golden caramel sun kissed brown and her curly ash brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She reminded me of Stacey Dash, but with a video model’s body. Her flat stomach displayed a cute navel ring, which was uniquely pierced on the bottom of her navel rather than the top like most girls do. She had on hot orange running shorts that showed an ass that wasn’t there yesterday and a pastel pink sports bra that made her 40 DD titties pop out. It was 83 degrees outside, but her nipples were poking out like it was 38 degrees. I knew I had to stop staring at her nipples before she got close enough to catch me looking, but it was hard, no pun intended.
My throat got dry, “Hey Felicia!” She leaned in for a hug, squishing those soft titties into my own 36 D’s.
“Hey Nik! Oh my gawd, I’m so excited to get started! Yoga girls always look right and I can’t wait to see what my body looks like after I’ve done it for a while!”
Neither can I… “Girl, you know you look good already!”
She slapped my arm and giggled and began waving her hand in the air “Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever!”
We walked up the driveway toward the house.
“After you.” With my mail in my left hand, I motioned my right hand up the stairs to my front door, which I shouldn’t have done. Her ass looked so fucking good from behind! Her shorts were crawling up that luscious round ass, and every step she took, it would jiggle, and trust me, not in a bad way! Damn, right at that moment I was wishing I had more steps she could climb. What the fuck is wrong with me? Nik, get it together!
We walked into the exercise room, which consisted of work out equipment, a built in stereo with surround sound, hardwood floors and wall-to-wall mirrors. I had it installed especially for my dancing and workouts in order to see my progress and to know what I was doing right and wrong. I had two yoga pads laid out with a set of 10-pound dumbbells for me and some 5 pounders for her since she was a beginner. I also pulled out the ball, which was one of my favorite parts of the workout.
“So, you ready?”
She threw up her hands, “I guess so!”
I put on some calming music and we got into our stretches.
“Fuck, I’m already sweating!”
I laugh, “Damn, you really don’t work out, do you?”
“No, and this shit is hard! Do we still have to do the entire workout? I’m already getting tired!”
“Girl, if you don’t suck it up! Now get on your knees; we’re about to do a cat stretch. It feels really good.”
We worked out for an entire hour, and it was so hard for me to concentrate. This chick’s body looked so delicious. I wanted to lay her over that exercise ball and work her out from the back! If only I had a dick, man the things I would do to that! I was seriously tripping now. My mind was taking me places I never thought I would go, and the funny thing, is I wasn’t uncomfortable with the thoughts either! It was probably something that would pass though, so I wasn’t tripping.
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“Man that was intense! I used muscles that I thought I lost a long time ago, and others that I had no clue existed!”
“I’m telling you, once you get the hang of it, it’ll be as easy as walking around the corner.”
Felicia surprised me when she said, “Do you mind if I shower here? I feel so uncomfortable covered in all this sweat and I definitely don’t want to go outside in this hot ass weather. It’ll feel gross! I promise I’ll give you your clothes back if you can give me something to wear!”
I smirk, “You’re lucky, because I always keep stocks of deodorant and stuff. I told you I like to be prepared.”
“Thanks Nik! So, which shower do I use?”
“It doesn’t matter. The towels and rags are at the end of the hallway upstairs in the linen closet. I have extra loofa scrubbers in there too. They’re in a basket on the ground. And I have lotions, deodorant, and body wash and sprays in every bathroom in the cabinets under the sinks. Help yourself!”
As she got her things together and went into one of the guest bathrooms on the main floor, I use my own bathroom in my master suite. I love my room. It’s huge; with a California king size bed that sat in the middle of the main wall. My entire room is decorated and colour coordinated in a modern dark espresso brown colour, which compliments the pastel teal and crème theme I have going on. Over my bed is a canopy that holds the softest sheer crème coloured fabric. It makes me feel so sexy lying in that bed. It’s just a shame I had to lay there every night alone. On my bed is the most comfortable comforter that matched the colour scheme in my room. It’s an Egyptian cotton 1020 thread count and I love it! I have about 10 pillows on top of my bed and 800 thread count sheets underneath. My skin is soft, but I swear those sheets can make the softest skin feel like a brillo pad. It feels like lying on butter, minus the smell and the ickiness.
On the other side of my room is a grand walk in closet with custom made shelves that would make any woman cry. And next to my closet is my spa like bathroom, with a separate shower and jetted spa tub. His and her sinks surrounded by dark Quartz countertops. My shit is laid and I love it!
I got all my girly things set up on the counter and turn on the shower, waiting for the water to get hot and hop in. I grab my loofa scrub and drench it in my Olay and begin massaging my body. As I closed my eyes, my mind started to drift off to Felicia and that beautiful body of hers again. I shoot my eyes open and try to shake it out of my head, but a few moments later, my eyes are closed again, and this time, I massaged my slippery soapy tits. Instantly my nipples hardened and a moan escaped from my slightly parted lips. This time, I didn’t care though. With one hand I squeezed the soap from the loofa so it covered my body and with the other, I massaged myself in places that I shouldn’t while thinking about another woman. I dropped the loofa without even realizing it and leaned up against the wall. I began flicking my hardened erect nipples and rubbing my wet soapy clit. I hadn’t touched myself in so long; I almost forgot what it felt like. The sensation of touching myself and the hot water pounding down on me, sent me into a frenzy. “Ughn!” First I teased my pussy hole with just the tip of my middle finger, and instantly my juices came flowing down my thighs. I hissed, “Ooh, yeah!” I teased my pussy hole some more and flicked my left nipple and then my right, until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuuuck!” I separated my fat swollen pussy lips with my index finger and my ring finger and then rammed my middle finger in my creamy wet pussy. I began pounding myself like my finger was a dick. “Ooh fuuuck!” As if it were possible, my nipples harden even more and goose bumps begin covering my right arm, which was exposed to the cooler air and being neglected by the hot water. I finger my pussy harder and faster and tweak at my nipples. I thought about what those fat tits would look like bouncing around in my face with those nipples sticking straight out, begging to be licked and sucked. “I’m bouta cum!” Before I knew it, my pussy began to contract and I was gushing all over my fingers.