She booked Mika for one reason: to feel everything she had never allowed herself to feel.
Her name was Rachel. She was thirty-eight, married to a man, mother of two, professionally accomplished — and quietly starved.
"I've never touched a woman. I've never been touched by one. But I've wanted it my whole life. Please… just make it real."
The request was bold in its honesty.
Mika prepared accordingly. No performance. No persona. Just presence.
She wore soft lingerie: pale pink silk, thin straps, the kind that felt like breath against skin. She brought candles, scented oil, and nothing else.
Rachel opened the door herself.
She was beautiful — the kind that didn't know she was. Long dark hair in a loose bun, bare face, no makeup. A loose shirt hung from one shoulder. Bare legs.
Her voice was trembling. "Hi."
Mika smiled. "Hi."
The room was quiet — no music, no distractions. Just them, and the pulse of anticipation.
Rachel sat at the edge of the bed. Hands in her lap. Shaking.
"Is this okay?" Mika asked, kneeling in front of her.
Rachel nodded. Her eyes already shone with unshed tears. "I'm nervous."
"Of course you are," Mika whispered. "You're opening a door."
Rachel blinked hard, then reached forward — fingers brushing Mika's cheek. Tender. Fragile.
"You're… really here."
"I am."
Mika leaned in and kissed her.
Soft. Barely there. Just the brush of lips, the hush of breath. Rachel whimpered softly — and leaned in again, kissing her back, this time with aching, tentative hunger.
It broke something open.
Mika stood, letting Rachel watch as she slipped her lingerie off — slow, teasing, graceful. When she stood fully nude, Rachel looked at her as if she were a painting she wasn't allowed to touch.
Mika took her hand.
"Come here."
She helped Rachel out of her shirt. No bra. Full breasts. Her nipples stiffened immediately under the air. Mika kissed one gently. Rachel gasped.
Then Mika pulled the last garment off — panties sliding down her thighs, her whole body trembling.
She lay her down on the bed.
Lit the candles.
Climbed between her legs.
Mika started with her mouth.
She kissed Rachel's thighs, her stomach, her breasts — each kiss soft, slow, worshipful. She licked around each nipple before sucking one in, gently tugging it with her tongue.
Rachel moaned helplessly.
Then Mika kissed lower.
She opened Rachel's legs with both hands, kissed the inside of her thighs, and finally, reverently, let her tongue meet Rachel's pussy.
Rachel sobbed.
It was raw, involuntary. A sound that came from deep inside.
"Oh my God… I can't believe this…"
Mika licked her slowly. Gently. Her tongue moved in slow circles around Rachel's clit, then flattened, pressing more firmly. Her fingers caressed the woman's hips, her thighs, grounding her.
Rachel was already dripping.
Mika moaned softly into her, letting the vibration carry through her tongue. Rachel's back arched. Her breath caught. She began to roll her hips slowly, instinctively.
Mika slipped a finger inside.
Then another.
Rachel's pussy clenched tight around her. Her moans grew louder. Wrecked. Grateful. Desperate.
"Please… please don't stop—"
Mika didn't. She curled her fingers just right, tongue flicking harder now, coaxing Rachel to the edge.
Rachel's body seized as the orgasm hit — full-body, devastating. Her hands clutched at the sheets. Her legs squeezed Mika's head. She cried out Mika's name over and over.
When it passed, Rachel was trembling. Tears ran down her cheeks.
Mika lay beside her, cradling her, kissing her softly.
But Rachel wasn't done.
She turned toward Mika. Kissed her neck. Her chest.
"I want to taste you," she whispered. "I want to know what you feel like."
Mika smiled, surprised and moved. "You can do anything you want."
Rachel knelt between Mika's thighs, nervous but determined. She kissed her inner thighs, shyly at first — then grew bolder. She licked once, a long, slow stroke.
Mika gasped.
"You're perfect," Rachel whispered.
She began to eat Mika out slowly, trying to imitate the way Mika had done it — licking in slow circles, then pressing firmer. Her inexperience was obvious. But her desire was real.
And it was hot.
Mika guided her. "Right there… yes… a little faster…"
Rachel sucked her clit gently, hands spreading Mika wider.
Mika moaned loudly. "Just like that… fuck—don't stop…"
The orgasm crashed through her without warning. Mika's whole body arched. Her legs closed around Rachel's head. She came hard, sobbing her name.
Rachel looked up, lips wet, eyes wide.
"I want more."
And they kept going — again, and again, until the candles burned low and the world outside disappeared.