*For the purpose of privacy, the nature of relationships have been changed, come to what ever conclusion you want*

Though I haven't always been, I consider myself lesbian now. I used to have a steady stream of dates when I was in my early 30's. I was surprised at how many other women who were part of my mother's group were interested in me when I told them. I never realised married women could be so brazen.

Recently, that's dried up, and I never even really noticed until my until, let's just say someone I live with who's really close to me, mentioned it when she brought home her date, another woman, and introduced her to me. Although she's always known about my preferences, this was my first time really seeing her explore her sexuality. I was impressed at her courage to do so. I'd occasionally introduce my dates to her previously, especially if things got serious. But this was the first time really that it was so formal. I guess we're all a bit older now, so it made sense.

I was kind of happy being on my own, had my toy collection, loved my fingers, thoroughly enjoyed exploring myself. I had a whole ritual, and that usually took my centre stage. But that night, it was the girls that took that place. After introductions, and a glass of wine, I left the girls to do their thing thinking they'd watch a movie and have a quiet night. I excused myself to perform my bed time ritual, if you get my drift, and tonight was all about touch, no toys involved.

As I prepared myself after a warm shower, and setting out my splash blanket (I'm organised), I climbed into bed, dimmed the lights, and played some light music in the background as I gently began to run fingers all over my body, titillating my skin, making it come alive. I take my time, flicking, pinching, running my fingers through my hair, using my nails, and though I didn't do it this night, I can on a warmer night bite my left nipple which I can find highly arousing.

Before I could continue in my usual way, I was interrupted by sounds coming from the other room. It seemed they had moved from the living room to the bedroom. At first it was just light giggling, then silence, laughter, and followed by talk, then more giggles, and silence, and then it happened, the first moan. I froze. At first, I was confused. Was it happening? Am I hearing something hot and naughty? Then I heard it again, this time followed by some dirty talk. My tour of my body ended as my fingers reached their destination very quickly. I was trying to workout who's voice was who's, but by the fourth moan, I realized who's voice was in control.

The heat in body started to rise as I listened, my body began to move on it's own, as their voices reached a rhythm, so did fingers and my breathing. I was thoroughly wet, and turned on like never before. The soft moans drove me wild as I frantically circled my clit, teasing myself, tracing around it with my middle finger, but not letting myself feel all the pleasure as I wanted to hear more. I knew if it was touched, even flicked accidentally, I'd lose myself and make more noise than they were! I showed great control and restraint, but I had reason to... I wanted to hear more!

The moans started to turn into groans as both girls turned the passion to 11, I imagined what it would been like being a proverbial fly on the wall. Watching these two gorgeous women explore each other, in the heats of ecstasy. At this point I had lost control - my left hand was groping my left breast I still have finger marks at the moment I'm writing this, my right thoroughly pleasuring me a interlaced with my patented tapping/patting of my clit which drive me insane. I had a low continuous moan going the whole time and then it happened... I could hear "her", I locked in to "her" voice. We were in sync. I was letting out gasps with her moans. I trusted up for ever "oh my god", I kept going every time she said keep going. Her cries of pleasure as she screamed the "fuuuuuuuck" followed by a soft sweet moan/groan of delight caught my ears... just as I started to move into another tap of my clit and that was it... My whole body started convulsing, I'm sure, certain I sprayed, but I don't remember as I went into what I can only call orgasmic bliss. I squeezed my left boob harder than ever as if to brace myself and bit my lower lip to hold the sound in. My body contorted with that pleasure and I eventually collapsed, as I let out an involuntary groan - a deep, wild, raw, animalistic groan. Even as I lay there, the orgasm kept on going in small jolts, with any input from me. Ripples of pleasure filled my being as did my best to listen in... Eventually passing out.

Who knew, that listening into two girls making passionate love would drive me this wild. When I woke up, her date has gone home, and I couldn't look at her without blushing, and thinking how she would've looked during the whole ordeal. Then it hit me, if I heard her, then she must've heard me when I was in my dates. And it got her thinking if I had any influence on her preferences... Though I couldn't look at her in the same way again, I feel we bonded in way that not many could have. Maybe I'll let her in on the secret... Maybe I will.