Chapter 59 Unexplored Spots Inside Me:>Ep2

• After she used the washcloth, Monica rubbed the ointment on my wound. She dabbed it on my thigh and gently massaged the cream into my skin. She put a pillow under my knee to keep my thigh raised to lessen blood flow. That exposed me even more. Monica left and got some ice. As I sat there drinking more wine, I reflected on where I was and how relaxed I was feeling. Monica returned and placed an ice-filled washcloth on my leg. I could've held the cloth, but she did instead; there was no other way to keep it on the affected area. Of course, she would frequently look at the washcloth with my pussy a few inches away. At times, the cool washcloth and her hand casually touched my pussy lips. It seemed to be unintentional, at first.
• We had more wine and talked, getting to know each other. I learned that she was also a school teacher. She told me she was engaged and would be married in a few months. I learned a bit about the village where she was from and her brothers and sisters. In turn, I shared things about my life and family. She had a nice sense of humor and we were having a good time. Monica continued to hold the ice on my thigh and seemingly absentmindedly rubbed her fingers over my other leg and on my wounded thigh. She commented on how smooth and soft my skin was. We talked about skin lotions that were popular in our two countries. This light rubbing of her fingers continued and eventually she was rubbing her fingers over the cleft between the tops of my inner thighs and my pelvic area. I sighed and told her it felt good. We giggled and drank more wine. I was being modest and shy and didn't look her in the eyes for a while.
• Then, she moved her hand up to the sides of my hips and to the lower part of my stomach. She had soft fingers and her touch was arousing me. I relaxed even more, leaned back on the bed pillows and drank more wine, just taking in the wonderful location and how good I felt. I didn't really think anything of it when she began to run her fingers through my public hair. I sighed and closed my eyes as she continued. She began to move the cool washcloth around too. The cool rag felt really good. When she moved the cloth over my labia, I flinched a little, but let her continue. In fact, I casually spread my legs farther apart. The cold melting ice was stimulating. When she rubbed the cloth over my clitoris and my pussy lips, I arched my back and had a minor orgasm. I didn't often have orgasms with my husband. He was and is a good lover, but when Monica put the cool washcloth on my pussy, it was like a jolt of electricity. I was truly feeling good and had almost forgotten the pain from the sea nettle.