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My First Female Lover

The only bad thing was the length of time I had to spend at work. My efforts there left me pretty much spent by every weekday evening. When I got home from work I was too tired to do much housekeeping. On weekends I dreaded the other things required of homeowners, especially lawn maintenance. When the U. S. Air Force returned my husband's personal items, there were several unmarked DVDs in a case. I initially set the DVDs aside. One Saturday morning I decided to see what was on them. I popped one into the player thinking I might see Randy and maybe some of his buddies. Instead, two women in lingerie were talking in a bedroom, complaining about their husbands being late returning from a football game. They shared some lusty looks, began touching each other and before long were kissing. I don't know what button that scene in the video pushed inside me, but something about watching them kiss and touch each other in a sexual way crawled over my skin like an army of ants. I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped my fingers inside of my panties to find I was already as wet as I could be. My mind was swirling with confusion and arousal as I watched the two women become increasingly sexual. One of the women in the movie slipped her hand in the other one's lingerie bottom and I couldn't have stopped the aroused feeling sweeping over me if I had jumped into a cold shower. Months without sex had me so hungry for some form sexual release I just let the glorious feeling of touching myself carry me away as I imagined I was one of the women in the film. I was lying in bed about half asleep in the warm aftermath of my self-pleasure when the doorbell rang. I quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and put on a shirt. At the door was a young woman from the neighborhood, Jamie, looking for work. She claimed she could do anything a woman or a man could do around the house. I remembered her. She had been over a few times at parties the boys had at the house, so I knew her in a very casual way. I hired her on a whim to mow the lawn, trim the shrubs and help keep up the inside the house. Jamie gave me the warmest smile and said, "Thank you so much, Ms. Holly."

When I showed her where the lawnmower was stored, she thanked me again and gave me a short but seemingly caring hug. "This is really going to help me out," she told with a big grin on her pretty face. It is difficult to describe Jamie in gender terms because she is almost unisexual or bisexual, something I don't have a word that fits really well. Her body is perfectly feminine and one that any man and many women would drool over, but she also has kind of tomboyish manner and cute boyish face. Her unique beauty challenged me in a very different and unexpected way, especially since I had just gotten so feverishly worked up fantasizing about having sex with a woman the first time. Having her hug me so warmly left me feeling light headed and aroused again. After listening to the sound of her mowing for a short while, I peeked through the curtains and watched her push the power mower around the front yard. Her triceps were as well defined as any fit young man's pushing out on the mower handle, as were the muscles of her legs extending out from her shorts... and her ass was so round and perfect in her tight shorts I was jealous. On her third trip around the front yard, she caught me ogling her and I quickly shut the curtains and walked away flushed red with embarrassment at the thoughts going through my head. What was I doing, anyway, lustfully staring at her that way? A shutter of nervous anxiety passed over me and left patches of chill bumps on my butt cheeks and arms. Worse, I suddenly felt wet again in exactly the place I didn't want to feel anything at the moment. As I filled the washer with a load of laundry, a feeling of disgust with myself crept over me. Guilt for the undeniable feeling of attraction I felt for Jamie tugged at my insides. Even as my senses of right and wrong battled inside my head, I had this huge urge to slip my hands onto my sex again and rub myself more while I dreamed about her. The thought of my doing that disgusted me even more. I wondered where in the world those feeling of attraction to women suddenly came from. Raising two boys with a macho Master Sergeant husband had left my life almost totally void of any sort of personal touch or closeness with other women. My mind tossed up thought after thought of intimate pleasure with Jamie, as if to make up at once all I had missed over the years. My devious thoughts fed my emotions and created a longing to hold the beautiful young woman close and somehow find a tender intimate connection with her. I heard the mower move around to the side of the house and then into to the back yard. I couldn't help but look again. Jamie was working hard and was sweating and flushed red from the humidity and heat. She paused and wiped the sweat from her forehead and face with her hand, but it didn't help much. She pulled up her shirt and wiped her face with the material, fully exposing two perfectly shaped breasts without tan lines. I turned my head and walked away to try and quell my unwelcome interest in the much younger neighborhood woman, thinking, "She is younger that your boys, for goodness sake... and somebody's daughter! Get a grip!" When Jamie finished mowing she came to the door.

"Would you mind if I shower before I start cleaning inside, or maybe take a dip in the pool? I'm burning up, Ms. Holly," she asked and explained. "Sure... either... whatever you want," I managed to say in spite of stammering a bit, "Let me get you a towel." "I'll get it," she answered and was moving past me before I could collect my thoughts and act. "Do you mind me skinny dipping?" she asked, and explained, "I didn't bring a bathing suit or anything." "No..." I muttered as I felt another very unwelcome wave of arousal pass over my body. "You sure?" she asked. "No... Yes... I'm sure... whatever you like," I heard my voice saying. As Jamie fetched a towel, I had to force myself to breath. "Why are you feeling this way?" I asked myself in a rhetorical way and knew I didn't want my mind to produce the answer. At eleven o'clock on Saturday morning and for the first time ever so early in the day, I made a batch of margaritas and drank two as I watched Jamie strip and swim freely naked and unashamed in the pool. When she dried off on the patio with me lying back in a recliner watching, I drank in every lovely inch of her muscular fit young body in a way I had never viewed another woman before. "Off to do the dusting and vacuuming," she said as she walked by me dressed again in her shorts and tee shirt. "Okay," I told her and pretended to be disinterested by looking at the newspaper until I heard the sliding glass door to the great room shut behind me. As she dusted in the great room, I entered the master bedroom via the additional sliding glass door there. I couldn't wait to strip naked and grease my fingers with my favorite lube. My clit was so ready to be touched I can't even tell you how good it felt. I rubbed myself in fevered sexual joy thinking of Jamie snuggling naked with me. I imagined kissing her and then dreamed of her working her way down between my legs with me running my hands through her short brown, curly, wet hair. I saw a vision of Jamie's mouth covering my opening and I lost control with her smearing her lips and mouth all over my pussy. I climaxed with the image of her going down on me in my mind. I was well into my second wildly pleasurable fantasy with our roles reversed. I was moaning out loud and talking to Jamie as my lover when she unexpected popped into through the bedroom door. I don't know who was more embarrassed, but I know I flipped the cover over my naked body in record time. "Woops," she said, "I thought you were still outside." She wheeled and was out the door in half a second. I finally worked up the nerve to go out and pay Jamie. She had the most inviting and mischievous looking grin on her face when she said, "Thanks. See you next Saturday." I was so thankful for work that following week. Keeping busy was all that would let me focus enough to keep my mind off Jamie. I masturbated every night thinking up fantasy situations where we made love. I rubbed my clit so much it became too sore to touch by Friday night. I fucked my pussy with a dildo and got off that way a couple of times while thinking she was fucking me with the over-sized fake dick. I was up at daylight Saturday morning. I was so excited I didn't know what to do with myself, and yes, I was feeling guilty as hell about my unexpected and unholy desire for Jamie. My craving for her was against everything I had been taught, but that fact did absolutely nothing to dampen the lusty arousal I felt whenever I thought of her. I had the exact same feeling I had back when I fell in love with Randy, all the fluttering excitement and anticipation of things to come. I struggled and tried to fight off my loving feelings to no meaningful degree of success. The best I could do was willfully force my mind to concentrate on work when I was there. At home, I had no power to control my thoughts of her, nor of the accompanying lustful emotions. I heard the lawnmower crank up just past eight thirty a.m. on Saturday and a wave of anxiousness overwhelmed me. I took a Valium with a cup of hot Sleepytime tea to calm my nerves. A few minutes later I stood in front of the mirror and questioned what I had decided to wear, a baby blue halter top that clearly revealed the impressions of the excited nipples on my full breasts, and white short shorts that barely covered my ass. I wondered if the outfit was too much and questioned if I was dressing like a young girl again to attract attention. Oh hell, I knew I was. I turned and looked at my butt in the mirror and thought, "What the fuck, she is not going to be interested in you anyway, old woman. Get a clue; she probably is all into young men." I stripped off my makeup and reapplied it just to have something to do while Jamie mowed. That didn't take nearly long enough and I paced around waiting for her to finish. Her dripping wet body soaked with sweat was such a wonderful sight when she appeared at the door and asked again if she could take a swim to cool off. "Of course you can," I assured her and added, "Nobody is here but us girls anyway." I'm sure I forgot to breathe as she stood looking at my excited nipples pushing out and aching through my skimpy little halter top. I know for sure my knees wanted to buckle when she asked, "Want to join me?" There was nothing in the world that I wanted more at that moment.

"Okay, sure, I think I might enjoy a swim," I said with a newfound calmness and with such a clear voice it amazed me. She took me by my hand and with girlfriend-like friendliness led me out to the patio. I stood mesmerized as she peeled her tee shirt off and revealed her perfectly round breasts to my hungry eyes. I wanted to come right then and there and even more so when she unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to her feet. Her pubic mound was shaved and her labia formed a pronounced camel-toe that made me want to drop to my knees and kiss her there. When I just stood there gawking with her completely naked, she asked, "Like?" I was too shocked to answer her. My heart was pounding in my throat. My mouth was too dry to form words and my mind vacant of anything but desire. "Get naked and come on," she said with youthful enthusiasm as she took the few steps to the edge of the pool and dove in. I turned to strip my top and shorts off facing away from her, concerned the wetness in my pussy might be obvious. After three almost running steps to hide my wet arousal, I dove into the water and concealed my secret from Jamie. "You have a beautiful body, Ms. Holly," she told me when I surfaced again. "Well, it is nothing like as nice as yours," I told her. She smiled at my complement and pushed off the wall of the pool to swim a few laps. I fought the urge to rub myself and swam a couple of much slower lengths of the pool also. "I bet the boys are lined up to spend time with you," I prompted her as we later sat in the water on the steps of the pool. "I've got a boyfriend, but he's away at college. I get asked out a good bit, but I don't want to cheat on him with other guys," she said. Her phrase, "... with other guys," went straight to my heart. I couldn't believe I asked her, but I did. "What about with girls?" I heard myself say. "I wish," Jamie told me, "All my female fuck-buddies are off at school too. The only satisfaction I get these days is using my vibrator." She followed her statement with a joyous laugh. "Have you ever let anyone watch you?" I asked, positive by then I'd been possessed by some alien being with a will of its own. "My boyfriend likes to watch me having sex with girls," Jamie admitted. She looked directly at me and asked, "Have you had sex with women?" "No," I quickly answered and couldn't for the life of me think of anything to say to suggest I would love to do so with her. "Curious about it?" she asked to my delight. "Yes," I told her. She scooted over next to me and put her hand on the inside of my leg. Her action was exactly what I would have expected Randy to do to warm me up for sex, but this was so much more arousing when Jamie put her hand on my thigh. She could feel me shivering with nervous stress and said, "It's okay, Ms. Holly. I can take the lead." "Okay," I willingly conceded. Jamie leaned over and pulled my head to her. She kissed my lips softly and gently. I was so ready to come it only took her hand finding my pussy and her tongue aggressively licking the inside of my mouth for me to have to willingly fight back the rush of feeling in my sex. "Oh fuck, this is turning me on so," I told her. "I know," she told me, and said, "Sit up on the edge and lay back." Nothing I can remember felt as good as her mouth on my pussy. Jamie was so much better than any man had ever been giving me oral pleasure. In only a matter of minutes with Jamie sucking, licking and kissing my pussy I climaxed. The feeling was pure orgasmic bliss like I hadn't felt in years, maybe ever. The more I fought the feeling and tried to keep from coming too soon the better it felt. Jamie took complete control of my body and made me come for her. I wasn't even done shivering and leaking cum when Jamie lifted me up by my hand and led me into the master bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, fell back and lifted her feet up onto the bed.

"It's your turn. Do me now," she requested. "I've never..." I started to say as my lips opened with my face only an inch away from her beautiful cleanly-shaved pussy. "Shut up and eat my pussy, cunt," she aggressively ordered, and then laughed playfully. "Yes, Ma'am," I told her with a laugh at her sudden playful dominance. I pressed my mouth over her pubic mound and gently sucked her clit and the area around it. "Yes, that's so good. Keep doing that and lick my clit some too," she directed me. I was soon so lost in lust of tasting and feeling the young woman's sex on my mouth I was burning with sexual fever. I pushed her knees apart until they almost touched the bed and licked every surface of hot wet skin I could find. The feeling of her heated softness fried my inner being. It was so deliciously hot feeling her squirm with pleasure and moan to me. I tried to fuck her to climax with my tongue and lick her to orgasm until she grabbed my head and just smeared by mouth all over her pussy. Suddenly a spray of hot liquid spurted out of her into my mouth. "Drink it, girlfriend," she demanded. She might as well have said, "slave," because I was a slave to the joy of her and the moment. The warm liquid filled my mouth several times and I swallowed, licked and sucked her more each time she released. "Bring me some and come kiss me," she ordered. I did and our cum-sharing kiss with her hand rubbing between my legs and fingering me made me come again for her. Jamie was so alive with sexual joy, hot and luscious I couldn't get enough of her. She pushed my head down to her breasts and said, "Finger my pussy while you suck them." As I willingly obeyed, Jamie encouraged me and shared her pleasure when I found the things that excited her most. When her next orgasm took over her mind and will, she pulled me up to her and kissed me with more pure passion than I had ever felt. She humped my hand with my fingers raking her G spot, moaned and rolled her hips into my hand with unabashed sexual heat. Her constant encouragement made me feel like a sex goddess that could bring her all manner of sexual delights, and I tried my best. "Got a dildo?" she asked after a brief rest where we just held each other and let out bodies recover oxygen. I don't have any idea how many times she made me come fucking my pussy and butt with our toy. Her mouth or fingers were on one pleasure spot almost all the time as her other hand thrust the fake dick in and out of the other receptive opening in my lower body. Somewhere in the torrid heat of it, Jamie took the rest of my reluctance from me, what little I had.

"You really like being my lover, don't you, Ms. Holly? You're going to want this every weekend now, aren't you?" she asked and prompted me to confess. "Yes," I told her as my big muscles tightened in orgasmic contraction and my toes curled back against my feet. "Fuck yes, I want you more," I loudly announced, forgetting the sliding glass door was still open. I briefly wondered if the neighbors nearby could hear me consumed with passion and acting like craven slut with my young lover. Jamie tenderly kissed me as I came for her. I sank into the pure fevered joy of being so sexually alive with my beautiful young girlfriend. The world outside faded to insignificance and became a very distant reality to me with Jamie's intimate touch sending me to sexual heaven. End

By CoupleWB2 here on SLS and author of Feverman books online.