If you haven’t read my previous stories about my neighbor, Brenda, you need to read those first. Seriously, they provide context.

Tonight was the first night of a week of hot tub and wine nights I had planned with my neighbor, Brenda. Leading up to tonight we’d been texting nonstop about our plans and just goofy woman stuff. We chatted about our husbands, our kids, and everything else. Really, it’s like when I was in high school and I had a crush and we just talked for hours getting to know each other. Weird feeling, but we really clicked and had genuine chemistry. That was something I didn’t expect to happen.

As we planned on tonight being our first go at this, I wanted to make sure her husband was fully aware and onboard with the whole thing. I explained how my husband knew everything and totally supported me. She shared with her husband too, and he was also in support of her exploring this. Once we got that out of the way, it was on!

The plan was for me to head over to her house around 8pm, thinking my husband would have the kids in bed by the time I got home and I wouldn’t be too late. All day I was anxious and nervous like I was going on a first date. I wanted to make sure I got the right outfit to wear, was cleanly shaven, and smelled good too. For my outfit, I don’t really have any sexy swimsuits, but I wore my best black suit that looks pretty good on me. Nice two piece bikini that is a little cheeky. Over it I wore some jean shorts and a pink hoodie. I curled my hair, shaved down there (just in case), and sprayed on some body spray. I was looking good and ready to see what the night might hold.

I gave my husband a hug and a kiss, and he told me to have fun. He said “don’t worry about me, just do what feels good and comfortable.” With that I headed out the door and walked over to Brenda’s front door. She opened the door looking incredible! Her perfect fake breasts were popping out of a small red bikini top. She had matching red bikini bottoms under a sheer black cover up skirt type thing. We hugged and she said to come on in, so I went in and she followed closing the door behind us. We walked across the house out the back door toward the hot tub. I caught a glimpse of her butt and her bikini bottoms were much more cheeky than mine. Almost a thong! It was hot.

She had a bottle of wine and glasses by the hot tub and poured us each a glass, then we hopped in. We sat next to each other on one side of the hot tub and the jets were massaging around our lower backs. We each had a few glasses of wine as we talked about everything including our sexual pasts, our husbands, kids, etc. After about an hour of chatting the conversation started to turn more sexual. We discussed fantasies, sex positions, and men we were crushing on in the neighborhood. We then started talking about the morning when she felt my breasts.

She asked me what I felt immediately after going back in my house. I couldn’t lie, as I’m a terrible liar, so I told her how turned on I was, how wet I was, and how I wanted to go back out there and kiss her. She scooted closer so our thighs were touching. She put her hand on my mid thigh and looked me in the eyes. She slowly started bringing her face closer to mine in what felt like slow motion. She gave me a little kiss on the mouth, a very brief peck, looked me in the eyes and asked, “like that?” I kind of gave her a nervous laugh, and said “not quite like that.” As I leaned in closer.

I reached around her waist, one hand on her waste above her bikini line and one holding my wine glass. I leaned in even closer and began to kiss her. It started easy and soft, just a small kiss where our lips met and stayed locked on to each other. Our mouths slowly opened and closed maybe a handful of times before I slid my tongue onto hers. We continued kissing softly, but passionately for the next 15-20 minutes. As we kissed, her hand that was on my thigh began to rub up and down. Inching closer to my bikini bottoms until finally she found the seam where my bikini bottom met my inner thigh.

I slowly spread my legs as I writhed with anticipation. She gently rubbed the edge of my bikini bottom, half skin half bikini. I spread more, enticing her to keep going. She brushed over the seam, and up my bikini bottoms where I’ve been waiting for her to touch. She gently slid her fingers across my vagina over my bikini bottoms, and back down my other thigh. She then slid her hand back up, this time pausing and slowly rubbing me ever so gently. She then slid her hand up my stomach as I slid my hand up her side. I slowly grazed her left breast, teasing like I was going to expose her, but didn’t. We teased each other in this way for the next 20 minutes, teasing, kissing, touching, moaning, repositioning, spreading, and aching for more.

After about 35-40 minutes since the initial kiss, we paused as she whispered, “let’s leave it here for tonight. We can pick this back up tomorrow.” I agreed that was a good idea as I continued carefully teasing her body right where the bikini met it. Teasing like at any moment I could slide my fingers under it and be touching her. We kissed one more time and hopped out of the hot tub. Both of us buzzed but mostly sober, yet drunk with arousal. We dried off and I got dressed. She walked me to the front door, we kissed one more time for about a minute, and I headed home.

My first kiss with another woman was complete, and it was everything I thought it would be and more. I can’t wait to see what happens tomorrow night!