Part 2. WTF! (a Joy BDSM story)

What the fuck!

I needed fresh air; this was all too much to process!

Fiona was outrageous and awesome. Intimidating but so hot for a woman of her age.

Walking to the bus stop, I replayed the conversation in my mind. How did she calmly say those things to me? She’s a high powered businesswoman for God’s sake. Fiona described a world that I thought only existed on porn sites, not stuff that real people did. But I had to admit, after that conversation I was horny as hell.

On the bus ride back to my apartment I squirmed on the seat, wet with the thought of her. My cheeks felt hot, so I kept my face to the window but all I saw were images in my head. As soon as I got home, I jumped in the shower and lathered with soap as usual, but it felt different. I was aware of my hands on my body. I evaluated the heft of my breasts, the curve of my bottom, the arc of my pubic mound. I wondered how these would feel to Fiona’s hands.

The moment I left her in the bar, I knew I was going to masturbate. Now warm, and slightly moist from the shower, I lay on my bed and closed my eyes. I would take my time, play gently, enjoy the slow build, but as soon as my finger touched my clit, I became rampant, fingering myself to climax in under a minute. It felt more like releasing a caged animal than an orgasm, I had needed to get that one out!

Pouring myself a generous glass of wine, I returned to bed with my laptop. I’d never had much of a thing for porn. Occasionally I was in the mood, but it wasn’t something I turned to frequently. This time I searched for lesbian sex, jumping across channels until I found the right one. She looked a bit like Fiona. Tall, athletic, long straight dark hair and perfect breasts. Not particularly large but beautifully proportioned. I sipped my wine watching the women on the screen kiss, caress, finger and finally lick each other till they came. I didn’t touch myself; I was too absorbed by the scene in front of me. Was this something I could do? Would I enjoy it as much as they appeared to?

They certainly looked more connected than hetero sex. Less humping and pumping, more giving and receiving. I hit replay, and this time I joined in. I stroked my body when they did, I pinched my nipples when they did, I pushed my fingers deep into my cunt when they did, and when they licked each other, I gently played with my clit until I came and then came again, crying out with the intensity.

Fuck yeh! I was in.

Besides, I had dreamt of travelling the world for excitement and new experiences, but to be honest they had been few and far between. Covid saw to that. Two months of backpacking through Southeast Asia was fun, if not a little more grueling than I’d anticipated. When I reached Perth in February 2020, I intended to work for six months then continue my travels. But then the ‘merde’ hit the fan and the world closed down, so I decided there were worse places to be stuck. Now it’s two years later and I’m living, but not really experiencing life the way I’d hoped. Fiona had offered me an opportunity to step off the well-trodden path, to explore something unknown and exciting. If I didn’t take her up on it, then perhaps it was time to pack my bags and go home to Toulouse.

I messaged Fiona a thumbs up emoji, then followed up with a text, she was older than me and probably preferred words. My answer was yes, but with a proviso. I had so many questions, could we meet again soon?

Fiona responded almost immediately, sending me a hand’s clapping emoji, a kitten with love hearts for eyes and a party popper. So much for my ‘old people theory.’ Her next message said she would try and fit me in (crying with laughter emoji) after work on her way home, whichever day suited me.

Over the next two months we met three more times and messaged each other frequently.

I did a lot of research into BDSM. Some of the videos were scary, almost clinical, I preferred blogs which discussed the emotional and erotic nature of the experiences. Gradually, I gained some understanding of how these experiences might fit into Fiona’s life. When we met, she described some of her encounters as Joy and how much she enjoyed them. She clarified James’ role in the evening. He enjoyed watching, he would only get involved at the end and would not touch me unless I expressly requested him to.

I even had a brief encounter with another girl!

Fiona and I had kissed passionately but we both agreed to leave it at that. After all it would be Joy in the hotel room with me and that was different. Fiona felt that if we made love, it would feel like an illicit affair, and she did not feel comfortable with that level of subterfuge. Keeping our plan from James was stressful enough, up until now, he had always organised their nights with Joy.

With sex on my mind constantly, my libido rocketed. I found myself masturbating almost daily, even a few quickies snatched at work. I started noticing women. Sure, a hot guy still turned my head, but I began paying attention to the women I saw at the hotel bar, often fantasizing about them. I began to suspect I had a ‘type’ and Fiona was it.

On my night off I went searching for fun at a gay bar in Perth. As soon as I sat down with my drink on my own, the party of girls at a nearby table co-opted me into their group. They were friends from Uni, a fun bunch, probably around my age but they seemed much younger. ‘Oooh lah lah!’ They loved my French accent. We had a great night, nothing serious, just silly fun. Lots of booze, banter and laughs. I ended up back at my apartment with one of them. She was tall, athletic, long hair, you can guess.

She was all over me in the lift up to my apartment, it reminded me of the sex I’d experienced with boys. Breathless, fumbling, rushed. As I put the key in the door she untied the back of my halter-neck, giggling when the fabric fell exposing my breasts in the corridor. Once inside, she pushed me onto my bed and stood over me, hurriedly wriggling out of her own clothes.

Her breasts were small and pert, with large puffy pink nipples, quite unlike my own. As she pulled down her panties, I saw she was completely shaven. I was trying to unfasten the buttons of my shorts when she leaned over and yanked them and my knickers down. She got a bit of a shock when she saw my pubic hair, she’d never seen a female with underarm or pubic hair before. But it didn’t stop her for long. She dived onto the bed with me and for the next hour we explored each other’s bodies.

My breasts fascinated her. They were much larger than hers with large dark areolas. She sucked hard on a nipple drawing it into the back of her mouth. Electric tingles radiated from my nipple deep into my breast tissue. She searched between my thighs, expertly sliding her finger between my vulva lips and onto my clitoris. She rolled, stroked, rubbed and patted my little sweet spot until I came with a gasp. I held her tight, my first orgasm with a woman.

I was ready to reciprocate but I wanted to take things a little more slowly. Rolling her onto her belly I straddled her, grasping her wrists and playfully pinning her to the bed. She happily complied. I kissed her neck, shoulders and back. Gentle kisses and licks, with the occasional bite. She giggled every time I bit her. I spoke softly in French, all sorts of silly romantic stuff, I knew the sound of my voice turned her on.

Releasing her wrists, I gradually worked my way down her body. Kissing her lower back, the dimple at the base of her spine, all over each firm buttock, down the length of her thighs and even the backs of her knees. She said that part tickled. Her buttocks kept rising off the bed, inviting me. I had procrastinated enough; it was time to go down on my first pussy.

Flicking her over, I spread her legs and licked her inner thigh moving closer and closer to the smooth mound of her vagina. I kissed her velvet lips inhaling the musky scent, she smelled of sweat and a deeper more savory odor, something similar to quality sashimi. She smelled like I did, and I liked it.

Parting her labia with my tongue, I probed her soft wet flesh. I pushed it inside as deep as I could reach, she moaned. I stretched her labia wide to get a close look. I’d never seen another woman’s vagina up close; it was amazing. Her flesh was a paler pink than mine, I could see her tiny clit below its shroud. I flicked it with my tongue, she quivered. Then again and again, rhythmically. When her legs tensed up and her abdomen began to twitch, I transferred my attention back to her labia or probed her vaginal opening again. The muscles of her thighs relaxed, then I returned to her clit. Several times I brought her to the edge then eased off. Finally, it was time to go all in before she strangled me in frustration. Opening my mouth wide, I drew her entire vulva into my mouth and sucked like she had on my nipple. She filled my mouth as I rolled my tongue in circles over her clitoris, sucking her hard. Her fingers spread through my short hair, and she ground her mons into my face. Her moans increased as she got close, then she pushed my head down forcing my chin deep into her. She came hard. It was wonderful.

Afterwards we lay cuddling and kissing, it felt lovely, but I think we both knew this was just an enjoyable hookup. We exchanged socials and said all the right things about getting in touch, but neither of us had any intention of doing so.

The next morning, I messaged Fiona and told her I was ready to play with Joy. Just one final question. Did she like shaved or ‘au natarale?’ Fiona messaged back. Joy would be shaven smooth, that was definitely James’ preference. However, I should surprise her. ‘Vive la difference!’