I was feeling low. I thought my life was in a mess, and even the positives about it were not enough to keep me happy. I was a divorcee but relieved to be out of that difficult time and I had two wonderful teenaged stepdaughters, bubbling with youth, optimism, oh, and hormones. They were the delight of my life. And I had a good job – hard work but it paid.
So, what was the fuss about? Why was I low? I decided to go for a long walk and work out, not only why, but what to do about it.
I set off on what seemed a reasonable day, grey but unthreatening, across the countryside to clear my brain. Deep in thought, I wandered without map, compass or anything else to guide me knowing I could always find my home if need be. With hindsight, I didn’t know that at all or even think about it, I just walked and thought.
After an hour or so, the weather closed in suddenly, the rain lashed, and the sky turned as black as I could remember. My waterproof proved to be one of the best examples of abuse of the Misrepresentation Act I could think of. Oh dear, I was thinking about work again. Not good.
Stupidly, I had set out in the afternoon, and not only was the sky black with cloud, but dusk was also beginning to drop, and I knew I could soon be lost.
With my feet sloshing in my boots, my hair like a survivor in a Titanic lifeboat, and my clothes clinging to me with their wetness, I started to get worried.
Then I saw the light. I had come on the walk to see the light, but this was just as welcome; a small cottage loomed out of the darkness as I approached, and I almost ran over to ring on the doorbell.
A gorgeous, petite young woman opened the door and after looking me up and down, invited me in.
“Hi, I’m Angie,” she said, “and you are very wet. Come in and dry off.”
“Sorry, I’m soaking your floor,” I replied, “oh, and my name is Sapphire.”
“Don’t worry about the floor, just come in and strip off and have a shower while I run your clothes through the drier.”
I started to move towards the stairs, assuming the bathroom was upstairs.
“Stop,” cried Angie, “now you will make everything wet. Just take your clothes off here and the shower is first right at the top of the stairs.”
“But…”
“There’s no one else here,” Angie snapped at me, “and I know what a woman’s body looks like.”
I don’t know if I turned post office red or a whiter shade of pale, but I did as she asked. The process was slow as everything clung to me like a limpet. I got down to my bra and knickers and looking up, I saw that Angie was strangely still, silent, and watching me closely. Did I say she was pretty?
Whatever colour I had been before, I could feel my face reddening in the low light, and my mind was racing with thoughts of what I had let myself in for. Why the look? Was she safe? Why alone? Did she fancy me?
Deciding that the last of these was the safest option, I undid my bra and dropped my knickers to the floor, so wet that she wouldn’t have been able to tell that my last thought had stirred something in me that I hadn’t felt for a while.
Ditching the thought, I headed upstairs but could feel Angie’s eyes burning into the back of me.
I started the shower and climbed in. The hot water filled the room with steam and warmed me back up to a sensible temperature. I wallowed in the heat and steam.
Suddenly, I felt the temperature drop momentarily and the shower door open. Turning around, I saw that Angie had joined me and was, not surprisingly because of the location, naked. I was speechless but quickly looked her up and down.
She was much younger than me, her early twenties perhaps, and so different in physique from me. I’m in my forties and she must have been early twenties. My body was in good shape, but I had large, full breasts and a bottom that I might think was a bit large, but probably appreciated by many.
She, on the other hand, was the opposite. Beautifully young and vibrant, with piercing eyes, her body was so youthful, her boobs small but perfectly formed, as they say, and when she turned, I could see her arse was, in my somewhat more experienced eyes, to die for. What next?
Angie answered the question for me. Reaching her arms up, she put her hands behind my neck and pulled my face down to hers. We kissed, and at that moment I knew that I had seen a glimmer of the light that I had set out to find. It was physical human contact that I missed. The rest of my life was fine, and my routine masturbation had stopped me killing someone, but the touch of another person, male or female, was what I craved.
We kissed for a long time, and my hands, unprompted, moved to those perfect little breasts. Having an ample pair, myself, somehow makes me horny for little tits, and Angie delivered in spades. Tearing myself away from her kisses, I bent even lower to take first one, and then the other, nipple into my mouth. Her reaction was instant. The nipples hardened under my ministrations and a strangulated moan left her lips.
Her hands, now freed from my neck, were not left unemployed. One went around my back and firmly grasped one cheek of my sensitive bottom. The other moved down between my legs and alternated between a tantalising rub of my clit, followed by two fingers thrust deep into my very wet and welcoming pussy.
I had trouble standing, and because she was so petite, I couldn’t reach those parts that others perhaps could.
Still, without a word being spoken, which only added to the erotic tension, she turned off the shower and dried me off with a towel, the scratchy surface of an old towel that had been dried outside, only added to my heightened arousal. I did the same for her and we both stayed silent but stared into each other’s eyes.
I was shaking and not sure what to do next, but Angie took the lead and walked over to the bed and lay down on her back with her legs draped enticingly over the edge, her knees well apart. I always like instructions that are given in pictures rather than words, and this was one of the easiest sets to follow.
Before sinking to the floor on the soft warm carpet, I studied her body for a moment or two and briefly wondered why I found younger women so exciting, and particularly those with contrastingly small boobs.
‘You’re wasting time,’ I said to myself and set to work. It had been far, far too long since I had last been with a woman, so long in fact that I had quite forgotten what a breathtakingly wonderful alternative it was to the glories of sex with a man. On the spectrum, I was firmly in the middle, and deliciously bi – what a lucky girl I was turning out to be, the light I sought when setting out on my walk was definitely getting brighter.
Staring at the hairless pussy in front of me, again a contrast with my own rather more hairy offering, I could see dewdrops of arousal glistening around the opening as I lowered my head to her sex.
Angie’s reaction to my gentle licks was as pleasing to my ears as her taste was to my tongue. In fact, all five senses were on high-alert as I worked my way around her outer lips before focussing on her clit.
Putting my hands under each cheek of her pert bottom, I was able to put extra pressure between her pussy and my mouth and this proved enough for her to gurgle into an intense climax. She didn’t squirt, but I was able to savour a lot more of her sweet juices, before sharing them with her in a passionate kiss.
Rising to her feet, Angie put a couple of plump pillows onto the bed and pushed me, face down, so my arse, somewhat more obvious than hers, up in the air. With my head buried in the duvet, I was able to focus entirely on the senses happening at the other end.
Angie worked hard to see that I had the best time she could give me. Firstly, she lay with her head facing up and slid under my raised bottom so she could give my pussy and clit the tongue-lashing I had been aching for. She’d done this before, that was clear.
Teasing me to start with, she licked all around my opening before slowly getting closer and closer to the hot wet centre of what was my entire universe at that moment. Her tongue sank deep into my opening as she lapped the ever-increasing juices, before treating my clit to something so intense, I almost passed out. Swapping between gentle nibbles, sucking and licking, I came like an express train and swore like a trooper.
As I caught my breath, she didn’t give up, but slid out from under my body, and holding my arse cheeks in the gentle way that only a woman can, she started to concentrate on my other opening, the sensation of which, after the orgasm that I could still feel pulsing through my muscles, was almost too much to bear.
But bear it I did, and I could once again feel that nothing else in the world mattered at that moment than this pretty girl, rimming my backside and holding my cheeks in such a tender way. I came again, and oh boy, how I came. I could feel the pulses in my sphincter, my pussy and even my tummy muscles joined in the flag-waving parade.
I couldn’t move as I let it all wash over me. Angie seemed to be moving about but I was largely oblivious and not caring anyway.
Then I felt her hand on my cheeks again and I thought, “I really can’t take any more,” but the joy of all this sex without talking took over and I thought, ‘just go with the flow,’ and what a flow!
I practically choked when I realised that not only were the hands bigger than before, but a cock of serious proportions was making its way into my sopping and very ready pussy.
Fuck. My life had turned around in one heavy rainstorm. ‘Go, girl,’ I said to myself stupefied by what was happening. Whoever this man was, he and I synchronised our movements. His cock in, my arse back towards him.
Suddenly I forgot I was exhausted and focussed on the dirty thoughts spiralling through my mind, and the sensations of a substantial cock, hard as the rock of Gibraltar, pounding my underutilised pussy. I would be so sore the next day, but I so needed and wanted it that nothing else mattered.
His slow, delicious thrusts, alternating between shallow and deep, started to build up, each one becoming deeper and deeper and I could sense the swelling that proceeds ejaculation and this was enough to push me over the edge for a third and definitely the final time before an ambulance would have to be called.
My overworked muscles clenched once more and whoever was attached to this magic cock, pulled out and I could feel the glorious splat of jet after jet of hot cum squirting over my arse and up my back. I just love this feeling of burning cum and wondering where it would land next.
I fell immediately to sleep, vaguely aware of the tissues that were being used to clean up all that lovely cum from my back and bum. How long I dozed I don’t know, but when I came to, I had been covered in a blanket, still with my bottom in the air from the pillows.
Sitting up, I saw Angie sitting in a chair, wearing only a robe which has drifted open to reveal those delicious little tits. My mind stirred; my body said enough.
Moving my head, I saw a man sitting in another chair, similarly clothed to Angie with a very big grin on his face.
“Meet Pete, my husband,” Angie said, “he came home in the middle of us making love and, if you’ll forgive the pun, we thought you might like the cream on the cake.”
I laughed and just about managed a, “thank-you.”
“We’ve not done this before,” Angie said, “but Pete and I just couldn’t resist. I think that was the hottest experience of our lives, but we’ve only come the once.”
“Three-one’s not fair,” I muttered, “but I’m done for, so do carry on and I’ll watch.”
Sliding off the bed, I wobbled my way to a chair as Angie and Pete stood, hugged and moved to the bed, Pete’s astonishing cock rising to the occasion and waving its way to the vertical in a way that immediately had me wet and horny yet again.
I sat, still naked, on the chair, and gently stroked myself as the game unfolded in front of me. Pete and Angie were taking their time, kissing each other passionately before starting on a sixty-nine and I could hear the delicious squelching noises of them both as they raised the temperature in the room.
Suddenly, Pete, who was getting too close, flipped Angie over and dragged her to the side of the bed. I watched in dazed delight as his beautiful, strongly veined cock disappeared into Angie’s pussy, and I thought back to how I must have looked when he had done the same to me.
Crack! Pete’s hand came down on Angie’s peachy little bottom and a red imprint rapidly appeared. Angie loved it as another came down on the other cheek. I felt I had missed out on this part, and my bottom twitched with each smack, aching to get the same treatment. It wasn’t to be, but I revelled in listening to her groans of passion as her sweet little arse got pinker and pinker.
I realised I was now masturbating without let or hindrance as I watched this live porn show and was building up to my fourth climax.
Pete was not so keen to withdraw this time and he and Angie groaned into orgasm together. My hand was a blur and I swiftly followed them, tears of joy streaming down my face, and a stream of juices streaming down my leg.
“Thank you for having me,” was all I could rather cheesily think of to say, although my thoughts were of how branching out was what I had needed to change my life around. That light was burning brightly now.
As for Pete and Angie, they were anxious that this lifestyle would risk their marriage if they took it further, but we stayed in touch and when I’m in need, or they feel they’re getting stale, we meet up and relive that happy day. In the meantime, it provides me with a wealth of memories to keep my trusty fingers busy and my pussy happy.
