She Danced Into My Fairytale – Part Two – A Baby Bi-Girl Shares Her First Time

by Jungle Jane

Dearest Readers, Jungle Jane returns with Part Two of her first bisexual experience, She Danced Into My Fairytale. Missed Part One? CLICK HERE to catch up. XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR

I woke up leisurely, made a breakfast, and got some work done. I took a long hot shower later in the day. I shampooed twice, used a little extra conditioner, shaved those sexy legs and delicate underarms and sensitive bikini line. I soaped up my body with my olive soap bar, rinsed, and dried. I combed my long hair out straight and tied up a couple strands to keep it out of my face. I lotioned up my body and painted my toes bright pink. I slipped on my skirt and a shirt that matched, but just didn’t quite feel like the right shirt. None of the other shirts seemed any better, so I settled. You know how clothes can be sometimes.

I got to the party a little early. The ballerina was there. Danya showed up with a little number she got at Savers for one of us. It was an evocative blue lingerie top with a fancy fitting zip back and classy sequence lining the seams. She grabbed the ballerina and me by the hand and led us into her office space to try it on and model it for her.

I was not wearing any panties under my skirt and Miss D. yanked my skirt right off my tiny hips! “Try it on, baby!,” she said in a vodka tone of voice with fierce excitement for this top that she just knew would fit us perfectly. The ballerina and I have the same body shape . The shy coldness of the air on my bare ass quickly melted away with warmth as I threw my boring shirt onto the floor. I slipped into the top and the ballerina zipped up the back and admired me from behind while Danya checked me out in the front. This top barely hid my yoni and only half of my ass. Feeling fully exposed, I was a little nervous to look in the mirror. I took a deep breath and turned to check myself out with two adoring women by my side that made me feel like a goddess.

“My turn,” the ballerina said and spun her clothes off in the most gracious of ballerina ways. Her smile is bright white and ear to ear. Her eyes are brown like her curly hair and her skin is golden. I helped her slip into the top and zipped it up making sure to feel her softness. She spins for us. She pirouettes, points her toes, arches and bends and laughs.

She made me feel drunk.

I picked up her silk sarong and had to try on its softness. She saw me and said, “Yes,” and grabbed my skirt and put it on. The skirt was perfect on her. She loved how it felt as on her as much as I enjoyed her silk on me. She grabbed a gold, shimmery piece of fabric and tied it around her chest with a bow over the shoulder. Stunning. She was a model. I put her top on me and we traded clothes for the night. I was now covered in her smell
and the party just started. We flashed smiles at each other from across the room all night. Made sure to touch each other each time we passed while mingling. Finally, when it was proper to get comfortable and listen to the music we took our seats next to each other.

Her fire burned next to mine while we sat next to the flaming bon fire. Encircled by gardenia bushes wrapped in Passion Fruit, the smell in the air was intoxicating. The music played. Our breathing was tantric and our bodies magnets. The energy flowed out of my mouth and into hers. Out of hers and into mine. The circulation stirred the nerves around my navel and began to swirl in my belly. We leaned on each other. Our fingers danced on each other’s skin. We whispered sweet sounds into our ears and necks. I kissed her shoulder. She kissed my cheek. I squeezed her leg. She squeezed my foot. She moaned. This girl is made of nerve endings. She knows how to moan. She looks at me in amazement. She has a charge coming off of her. I thought I felt her body orgasm or something to the equivalent as my body did the same. If there is such a thing as being on the same wavelength, we were.

When the party was ending I asked her to walk me to the drive. I wanted to say goodbye in private. We held hands on our short walk and hugged with our faces buried in our necks. I pull back to see that her top had come down. What can I say, it was loose fitting. Her breasts are perfect.

I had to kiss one of them. I didn’t have to nibble, I suppose, but I did.

Then I kissed her cheek one more time and floated home in her clothes.

TO BE CONTINUED…

XOXOXOX
JUNGLE JANE

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IF YOU ENJOYED JUNGLE JANE’S WORK, YOU MAY ENJOY READING HER OTHER TRUE STORIES:
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A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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