Secret Lesbian Lover And The Joy Of Sneaky Sex – #Erotica

My secret lesbian lover helped me uncover my other side!

My secret lesbian lover Scarlet always knows how to show up and sweep me off of my feet.  She was always so romantic and though we had to keep our relationship a secret, we’d sneak off every chance we got.  While it’s not necessarily right, we are both married to or living with other men, but a couple of years ago we fell into each other’s lives and things went in a direction we didn’t expect.  She was this gorgeous brunette with an almost exotic look that was in an art class with me.  One night on a break from the 8-hour painting class, we walked to a hotdog cart nearby to grab something to eat and then decided to hang out after class.  Turned out by the end of the night we were exchanging numbers and secretly hoping to see each other one again as soon as possible.

We spent hours and many times days for the next year finding reasons to be together.  Be it various painting classes, or writing retreats we’d sign up for together, of course not telling our husband’s anything, but joining in like never before so we’d have reasons to sneak off with our friend/secret lesbian lover.  The exact night we transitioned from friends to lesbian lovers was on a beach front writer’s retreat on a secluded resort on a Bahamian Island.  At night after classes would end, Scarlet and I would walk stretches of beach together under the stars talking about our lives, drinking, laughing and just soaking up our special time together.  This night in particular Scarlet and I had a few too many Mai Tai’s, we were playfully running on the beach at night, splashing just at the where the waves met the sand.  I remember it was the most beautiful night imaginable.  Warm tropical breezes blowing through both of our long hair as we laughed and held hands running like childhood friends down the shore.

All at once Scarlet tripped and then like a domino effect I tripped, landing right on top of her, face to face.  There we were, on the sand my body pressed on top of hers, our laughter hysterical until we caught a glimpse of each other’s eyes.  Like, deep into each other’s eyes.  The kind of depth that you feel almost penetrating your soul.  I think we were both confused.  I mean up until now we weren’t secret lesbian lovers, just two very close friend who loved sneaking off for time alone together. I guess were also each other’s escape from long marriages that had become boring……stagnant.  I always thought women were beautiful, I mean who wouldn’t honestly.  But I never knew myself to be lesbian lover material, until I found myself in a position to have my body on top of and pressed tightly against my sweet, most beautiful new friend Scarlet.

Scarlet looked up and brushed my windblown red curls out of my face and after a peck took us both off guard, we quickly settled into the lesbian lover flower that was clearly blooming at that very moment in our lives… inside each of us.  I did feel bad that we both had husbands at home, but no one could know about this anyway.  My family just wouldn’t be accepting of this type of thing and even if they would, I wasn’t ready to end my marriage. However, sneaking off with Scarlet became my absolute favorite little lie.  On the sand that night, her and I fell into love, and into lust, and everything and anything in between.  The passion was immediate and it was intense!  We gasped, grabbing each other’s faces and kissing more deeply, passionately, and sensually than I probably ever had in my life up until that point.

After a bit of rolling around in the sand we decided to take this up to the hotel room.  This night became so different than any other leading up to this.  We went into scarlet’s room.  There was a full wall of windows surrounding us and the waves of the beach crashed so loudly it was faintly audible through the unopened glass.  Scarlet and I got into the shower together, washing each other’s hair and running soft soapy sponges all over one another’s bodies getting all the sand from our roll on the beach all cleaned up. We kissed delicately and sensually all through the shower, longing for more of each other’s bodies with every second that went further into the night.  With both our heads of long thick hair rolled up in towels and in soft white cotton robes from the hotel we headed to the bed.

Dropping our towels to the floor Scarlet reached for me and undid the tie on my robe.  I watched her hands and then at moments her eyes with breathlessness as she took me.  In the most sensual, erotic ways I’d ever experienced. Her hand ran down the front of my body and slid under the little lace thong I’d slipped into under the robe just after the shower.  Her fingers traced my wet, swollen clit under the lace and I moaned, arching my back in the most beautiful pleasure, provided by my now secret lesbian lover.  She touched my body in the most perfect ways, as if she knew every single thing I loved and hoped for.  She seemed to know more than my husband of twenty years did, almost reading my mind as her fingers plunged into me and her mouth closed tightly around my protruding erect nipples.

My new secret lesbian lover was running her hands, mouth and every part of her soft, curvy but petite body all over mine.  Nothing felt as good as Scarlet.  My body quaked with multiple orgasms provided by her soft kisses between my legs and her fingers rubbing so slowly at first, really taking her time over my clit that seemed to just jump out for her.  It was as if she was all about giving, making sure every inch of me was cared for, making certain my orgasms were as slowly built up and intense as they could get.  Both of us at one point pressing in between each other’s legs for a soft, but intense grinding scissor session.  I’ll never forget the way that felt that first time I felt her there.  A woman’s soft pussy and swollen clit pressed against mine, the two buttons pulsing from the contact of one another.  It was so different that night with my secret lesbian lover Scarlet, the slow, gentle take-our-time feeling that just never happened with any man I’d ever been with.  There always seemed to be a sense of rush with men, but Scarlet, she savored me and I savored her, slowly and erotically for hours.

My first taste of pussy was Scarlet’s, and truthfully, I was in love.  I looked up smiling, sometimes giggling as I licked and took in her taste, her smell, the feel of her swelling that increased rapidly and noticeably between my lips.  The sensations between my legs just from the feel of her in my mouth and the sounds of the pleasure pouring out of her, all from me, were enough to make me begin to cum without even touching myself down there.  All smiles and nothing but desire filled this magical night where Scarlet became my secret lesbian lover.  The hours of caressing one another’s bodies, staring into each other’s eyes were forever burned into my memory and my heart.  The feeling of Scarlet sucking my nipples was maybe my favorite part I just know that from that moment on I dreamt of that sensation whenever were apart.  It fueled sex with my husband, as well as wild afternoons of masturbation that held me over in between the times me and my new secret lesbian lover Scarlet got to be together.

We both left that retreat different women.  We never intended to cheat on our husband’s but things just sort of turned out that way.  From then on, we were together every spare chance we could.  We’d go on shopping days and have oral sex in the changing rooms, we’d meet for lunch at hotels in the city, we sneak to secluded outdoor spots during Saturday morning “work outs”.  Anything to be together with my new secret lesbian lover Scarlet.  I prayed our husbands would never find out as I sought out every opportunity to sneak off and be with her.  Our relationship is intense and cannot be tamed.  She fed my desires and from that moment on I needed her.  My new secret lesbian lover.