I was a divorced fifty-year-old woman living alone in London thinking that my days of sexual fulfilment were probably over The ex-hubby had left me for a much younger woman. Even though I admit that I am more than just a plain Jane, the idea that nobody would find me attractive anymore filled me with dread and left me in an often depressive state.
So it was a sheer surprise that one evening on my way home from work, I had gone into my local supermarket and standing in front of me was a younger girl who had just moved into the neighbourhood. She was having problems using her debit card at the cash register. Turning to me and making a few jokes about it, she finally paid and I thought she had left.
However, once I got outside I discovered her still there waiting for me and offering me a lift home. She introduced herself as Liz a thirty-year-old slim brunette with a nice smile and a lovely body made better by the smart clothes she was wearing. I agreed as I had seen her around a few times and knew we lived close by.
As she drove, her musky provocative perfume filled the evening air causing me to smile in approval. Liz must have noticed as she said that she was glad I approved as it was her favourite and was very expensive. As she spoke, I noticed what a pretty girl she was and then chastised myself inwardly for even staring at another woman.
Once at mine, I offered her a glass of wine as a thank you which she gladly accepted. We both stepped inside to mine making ourselves comfortable with our drinks on my settee sitting just far apart but close enough to touch knees as we spoke.
I discovered that Liz was single and worked as a Fashion Buyer in town and had no real contacts here but moved in when she and her boyfriend split up four months ago. Liz also listened to my story as one drink became several and every now and then as we laughed, her hand would rest on my knee gently rubbing before moving it away. I didn’t mind as it was nice to have company and she was a very fun girl .
It must have been an hour or so later and both of us were slightly drunk when she rested her hand back on my knee but this time looking at me left it in place making small circular movements around the join over my jeans. Now I had never been into women before and never thought about being intimate with one, but maybe because of the drink and the fact that someone had found me attractive enough, I just went with the flow, not knowing what was going to occur.
A few more drinks later and Liz’s hand started to creep higher onto my thigh as we spoke. I was trying to ignore the intrusion and carried on making conversation but my body was starting to respond with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. Liz, I think, picked up on this and after putting her glass down moved much closer to me allowing to smell her intoxicating perfume. Without warning, she moved her lips very deliberately over mine before kissing me softly.
To be honest, I was rooted to the spot not wanting to offend her by pulling away and also tingles of desire began filling my body as now she had slid her soft tongue inside of my mouth. She was deeply French kissing me as her hands were roaming over my body and she was pushing me backwards.
Her mouth then broke away from mine and finding no resistance, slid into my neck area, kissing and licking me sensually, making me moan as her hands came up and rested on my breasts over my T-shirt. We kissed again. This time, I was a little more confident and allowed my tongue to enter her mouth tasting her saliva which I found erotic and her hands slipped under my T-Shirt pulling it up and over my head.
Parting again, Liz broke the passionate silence and asked me to stand. Nervously I did, seeing her staring at me in my black silky bra and jeans. Taking control, she told me to strip for her and that she wanted to see my naked body.
A few hours ago, I would have dismissed without fault the notion of stripping in front of anyone, let alone another female. But as if under her spell, I removed my bra exposing my 34b breasts and eased down my jeans before sliding off my matching black thong, leaving me standing naked in my own front room.
Liz complimented me, telling me that I looked beautiful and that my breasts were divine and my trimmed pussy was a thing of beauty. She rose from the settee and walked to me and kissed me again, this time feeling my breasts with her hands rolling my nipples around with her fingers. Before sliding her tongue down my neck into the valley of breasts, descending on a nipple at a time, sucking and biting causing me to shake in excitement and arousal.
Liz knew what she was doing. Never before had any man sucked and caressed my breasts as well as she had and I could feel my pussy becoming wetter than it had ever been. As she continued her wonderful assault on my nipples, I felt her fingers move through the folds of my tummy before making contact with my pussy.
Her wonderful nimble and agile fingers slipped through my pubic hairs, gently sliding my legs apart before sliding through the wet folds of my pussy lips exposing my clitoris which she rubbed ever so lightly. It was like an electric shock feeling her fingers making contact with my most intimate button. I could feel copious amounts of juices slidng out of my hole and down onto my thighs as Liz continued to rub on my clit alternating her speed whilst still teasing my breasts with her tongue.
I was in heaven with the attention she was giving me. My breathing was increasing, my breasts were heaving, nipples erect and the juices were literally flowing out of my slit. An out of this world experience was going to get even better, as Liz now moved her finger further down and with one push had a finger deep into my slushy sticky warm vagina.
I bit on her shoulder, unable to contain my excitement as she began fingering me sometimes hard and sometimes slow. The room was filled with my musky pussy aroma and the sounds of her fingers fucking my hole turned me on even now.
I was just about to orgasm when Liz stopped and withdrew her fingers. Staring at me, she smiled bringing her fingers up to her mouth, smelling them before sensually placing them into her mouth. She sucked on them, allowing herself to enjoy the sticky taste of my nectar. Seeing her do this filled me so much excitement.
I felt more sticky liquid exhale from my hole and Liz removing her fingers, sensing that I needed to orgasm. She patted the settee behind her and told me to sit down. I did as I was told, leaning back with my legs slightly apart. Liz then knelt in front of me and kissed her way up my knees. I leant further back and closed my eyes sensing I knew where this was going.
She parted my thighs wider as she kissed the insides, before planting her magic mouth onto my slit moving upwards seeking out my very hard clit. As soon as she made contact, I writhed and squirmed encouraging her to lick and bite on my clitoris as she now was finger fucking me in total unison to her licking. It was so heavenly I was losing control her tongue was now rasping harder over my clit and her face was covered in my pussy cream.
She carried on fucking me with her finger until, grabbing her head and forcing it hard into my pussy I exploded into the hardest and most explosive orgasm I have ever had. My body jerked and time stood still as I lost all control, soaking Liz’s face and fingers with so much of my cream.
Gently, I began to calm down as Liz’s licking had slowed into small kisses on my pussy as she removed her sticky fingers, licking them clean before rising. Looking down at me, smiling, she held her hand to me beckoning me to rise. She told me that the night was still young and there was so much more she wanted to show me if we could go upstairs. I instantly agreed, both of us embracing, our tongues deeply entwining as we moved towards the stairs.