Thoughts of her kept returning to me, time and again. Here I was, married with three beautiful daughters and lusting after my own sister. She wasn't just any woman, mind you. She was an absolute beauty. She was perfect in every way. Her face was that of a porcelain doll, delicate and soft; her hair was dark and flowing, like shimmering silk; her body was slim and firm, the type of body that made you catch your breath and gasp from its radiance. Ever since laying eyes on her, she was a part of me. She invaded my thoughts, a constant echo in my mind. She was, in essence, beginning to consume me. Even though she was four years older then myself and she was rarely around as I was growing up, when we had our times to be with one another I knew that we were the best of sister. Then of course she got married and lost that closeness and contact. She had partnered with one of her college friends and opened a place called Curves. So a few months back I became a member. We spoke on and off when she was their doing her work outs but it seemed that the closeness just was not their like it use to be.
I didn't feel like going to Curves, the gym that she worked at as a fitness instructor, but decided that missing one day could very well lead to missing another and then another, until I ended up not going at all. I reluctantly climbed up the stairs, leading into the gym and opened the door, only to see her there, working that luscious body of hers on one of the machines. She was red faced and sweaty and looking as beautiful as she always did. I smiled at her, waiting for some sort of recognition but received nothing but a blank stare and then the turn of her head in another direction. My first thought was that she was definitely having her own bad day and I decided that it didn't matter how sexy I thought she was, her attitude had ruined that somewhat.
I got onto a machine directly across from her and was lost in thought when I noticed she had joined my side of the room and was jogging in place on the mat beside me. She smiled at me, as I glanced at her, and asked me how were her nieces doing? I told her that they were really growing up, but that I just needed my alone time these days. I could smell a very faint scent of perfume on her, and thought about the 'no perfume wearing' rules that Curves strictly enforced, but then again she was part owner and that the rules did not apply to her. She's a bit of a rebel, I thought and smiled to myself, thinking that she was just like me in that way and our mother. Hi sis. She mentioned that she was nearly done her 30-minute circuit and how glad she was, as she was tired and wanted to just go back home to shower and relax. I told her that I felt the same and had almost not even bothered showing up that day. We laughed at how lazy we both felt and how 30 minutes of exercise was really nothing in the course of a whole day.
Another five minutes passed and Sherry was done her regime. She smiled at me and said she was off for home and a nice long, hot shower. I told her to stop tempting me and she casually remarked that I was more than welcome to join her. I was shocked. I wasn't sure if she was serious and if I should jump right in and take her up on her offer. I looked questioningly at her and saw that her face was dead serious, showing no hint of it being a joke. I smiled and said that I would love to. She smiled back and told me to follow along in my car. My legs suddenly grew weak and my hands were shaking with excitement. As I approached my car, Sherry called out that she didn't live too far and that it might be nice if I could stay for lunch. I smiled and waved and said I would follow her lead.
I drove directly behind Sherry, paying close attention as she took twists and turns along a quiet subdivision. She had done pretty well for herself after her divorce and the large settlement that she received from her ex. I felt keenly aware of the excitement building in the very pit of my belly and noticed the difficulty I was having holding on to the steering wheel, as my hands began to tremble and shake even more than they were earlier. I made attempt after feeble attempt to calm myself and mentally scolded myself for allowing nerves to take me over. As much as I was attracted to Sherry, I thought of how forward and wishful I was being to even think for a moment that she felt anything close to the same for me. For all I knew, she could be just a friendly girl, wanting a bit of afternoon company. After all, I was hardly experienced myself with women, the only sexual play being with my girlfriends after just entering puberty. Other than that, the rest was left up to me and my fantasies.
We were at her house in only five minutes; a tiny but very nice ranch-style home. We made small talk as we walked inside and before I even had my shoes off, she was handing me a fluffy white towel and face cloth. She told me to follow her, that we could use the shower in the bathroom, off the master bedroom. I wasn't sure what to think or even how to act and I began to question myself as to if this was even really happening. As if she could hear my thoughts, she said that she hoped she wasn't being too presumptuous but that she noticed how lustfully I had always looked at her and thought that she would be the brave one and make the first move. I felt a bit timid and my face grew warm from embarrassment but she seemed to know exactly what she was doing and exactly what she wanted. I watched her nice, tight ass as we walked toward the bedroom and felt myself getting wet at the thought of seeing her naked.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I was standing beside her bed, not knowing what to do next. She walked toward me and took the towel from my arms placing it onto the bed. We were facing each other, only inches apart. My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure she could hear it and my legs felt as if they would buckle beneath me. Our still-clothed breasts were touching, when she gently held my face and pulled me closer to her. Her tongue traced my lips and in an instant it was inside my mouth, searching for my own tongue. Her full lips were soft and her mouth tasted sweet. We hungrily kissed, our lips opening and closing in perfect rhythm to one another's. Our tongues twirled around each others and we alternately sucked and deep throated them. My hands ran down the front of her tight white t-shirt and I could feel her nipples, puckered and hard, with the palms of my hands. It felt foreign to me but exciting and delicious all at once. I rubbed my palms over them and then flicked them with my thumbs, making them stand out even more erectly. Sherry's right hand slipped down my body, between my legs and I moaned with her tongue still in my mouth. She pulled away from my face for a moment and in a soft, quiet voice said how delightfully wet I was and how she ached to taste me.
Steam from the shower was beginning to fill the room making the whole scene before us, seem more exotic and sensual. Sherry unzipped my work-out jacket, revealing my firm round tits inside my thin white cotton bra. My nipples poked through, pink, hard and aching. I reached back and undid my bra and let my tits fall free, ready for her eager mouth. Sherry leaned down and held both my tits close together and began licking and sucking on them, getting them wet with her warm, sticky saliva. She pushed me back onto her bed and I could see the wetness soaking through her pants from her wet pussy. She smiled at my gaze and then reached down and slipped off my pants and pink thong panties. She propped up my knees and spread my legs wide so that my pussy opened up. I was dripping with wetness and my clit was swollen and desperate for attention. She pulled me closer to the bed's edge and knelt down in between my legs. She told me to relax when she noticed my legs shaking and beginning to close. She told me how much she loved to eat pussy and that I should just close my eyes and enjoy.