There was more than met the eye when it came to Mary, to look at her she was a fit mid forties woman, a little money to her name. But Mary had worked hard to get the money, for years she had been a bank manager in a small town in the high street and it wasn’t until the untimely death of her husband two years ago that she realised she no longer needed to work. Of course she loved her husband but only a year later she realised it was the best thing that could of happened, he left her with plenty of money but left her without a relationship.
Mary had married young and had missed out on the dating games like her girlfriends before her, and only now later in life was she waking up to herself and what she was capable of.
Mary lay in her king sized bed all alone, able to stretch out, there was no need to get up and rush to work because she had all the time in the world now. But of course like any human as the sun shone through the thin curtains of her cottage home she awoke feeling a little light headed and decided that the best place for her was snug in her duvet. But her mind was wandering, there was something else that had woken her, an almost alien feeling lately.
Her hand slowly made its way below the duvet, stroking carefully over her silk like skin, her own touch causing her nipples to become hard with anticipation. Her body was warm and she liked it, but there was another heat source, something more powerful, something keeping her in bed. Her fingers glided across her perfectly flat stomach until they found the little hair she kept just above an almost forgotten part of her body, there was no need to move her hand lower to see if she was aroused. Mary could feel her juices, feel the warmth her pussy was producing and their was a slick fluid at the top of her thighs. However she still moved her fingers, gently parting the swollen lips until the tip of her finger passed over her clit, she moaned uncontrollably, it had been over four years since she had enjoyed sex with another and many more year prior to that the last time she masturbated. As her finger began to circle her clit she began moving her hips, teasing herself to be touched in a way that would last, god knows how long she had been leaking whilst asleep but the batch under her bum made it clear that she had been wet for sometime. For ten minuets she lay there rubbing herself, he breathing becoming ever more erratic and her body was doing things she could hardly remember.
