Disclaimer: This story is told from Hathor's POV. Enjoy.
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As I slowly woke from my slumber the first thought in my mind was that I was incredibly horny. This was nothing new as my libido had been in overdrive lately. What was somewhat surprising was that I had spent an hour the night before fucking my needy pussy with my longest, thickest dildo. Monster Max, as I called it, had gotten me off so many times by the time I drifted off to sleep I was lying in a puddle of my own juices. Now my insatiable pussy was wanting more. I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright, filtered sunlight filling the room. With my daughter at her father's house for the weekend I had no responsibility, and no reason to get out of bed. I spied Max on the bedside table, the 10" flesh-colored fake cock, by the far the biggest I had ever had inside me, real or fake, was calling to me. With a mind of its own, my hand snaked between my legs, fingers dancing over my sensitive clit. I felt my nipples stiffen and the heat in my pussy grew quickly, my juices beginning to flow. I slid two fingers deep inside, a moan escaping from my lips as I penetrated myself. I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy and could feel an orgasm building quickly. I reluctantly pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth, sucking them in. The sweet taste of my juices filled my mouth as I cleaned my fingers. This had become a ritual of my masturbation recently, always tasting my juices from my fingers or toys. It was naughty and made my mouth water for a pussy to lick, something I hadn't done for 15 years since my college days.
When the last remnants of my juices were gone from my fingers I forced myself out of bed, teasing myself to wait for that impending orgasm. I threw an old, battered t-shirt over my naked body and went downstairs to make coffee. My ex-husband and I had been divorced now for nearly a year, but the weekends alone hadn't gotten any easier. His every-other-weekend visits with our 6-year old daughter gave me a chance to have some "me" time, but I always looked forward to her returning Sunday evenings. That "me" time lately had become more and more sexual. I wasn't ready to begin dating, but I sometimes would go out prowling, looking for a hook-up. That hadn't happened yet, mostly because I hadn't found anyone I trusted. And I wasn't looking exclusively for a man. I had enjoyed the sex I had with other girls in college and I decided if the opportunity presented itself again, I would take it. The internet was a great source of photos, videos and stories featuring girl-girl sex, and fueled most of my recent fantasies. A video of two girls using a large dildo on each other is what got me started last night before my session with Max.
I started coffee and opened the blinds. It was later than I normally slept and as I peered outside I could see many people were busy outside with their daily activities on this bright, September day. I poured my coffee and sat down on a chair in my living room, basking in the light streaming in. The sunlight on my skin warmed me, raising my external temperature to match the heat that was still radiating from deep inside my pussy. I caught a flash of movement from outside and a few seconds later the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone and had no idea who would it could be. I reluctantly left my cozy chair and glanced out the window. It was a teenage girl, probably selling something I figured. She had shoulder length blonde hair and her lithe, firm body was very evident in her tight, white shirt and tight shorts. My first impulse was to ignore her, but as I quickly scanned her tight body one more time I decided to invite her in. I smiled to myself at the naughty thoughts running through my head and walked to the door.
My t-shirt barely covered my ass, so I stretched it down to try to cover me as much as possible and opened the door. The young girl smiled and started into her sales pitch right away. "Hi, I'm Zaya", she said as she smiled up at me. "Our school is trying to raise money for a trip to Hawaii and I was hoping you would buy some cupcakes from me to support us." At least I think that's what she said. I was looking at her deep blue eyes, soft skin and pouting lips. I focused on not letting my eyes roam over her body, but her cute face was enough to distract me from what she said.
"Hi, I'm Hathor. Why don't you come in and tell me more about your trip and what you are selling?" I asked.
"We aren't supposed to go into anyone's house," she answered.
Smart. Someone had prepared them well. "Well, it's just me, and I would like to buy something but I really do want to know more. Also, I've been looking for a babysitter for my daughter. Do you ever do babysitting?" That wasn't a lie, but I hoped that would help ease her concerns about entering.
"Yes, I babysit," she replied. "I guess I could come in for a couple minutes."
She stepped through the door and I caught a scent of vanilla as she passed me. She smelled so sweet and fresh. "You smell wonderful" I said as I looked at her tight ass in her short shorts. "Thank you," she answered and turned to face me. I quickly lifted my gaze to her face and asked her to come in and sit down. I went back to the seat I vacated earlier and sat very carefully, aware that I had nothing under my t-shirt. Zaya sat on the couch facing me and instantly started telling me about the trip, where they would be playing, the cost, etc. She was adorable and obviously very excited about the trip. I was equally excited, and hoped my hard nipples poking through my shirt didn't give that away. My mind was racing. Did I dare try to seduce this girl? What if she rebuffed my advances? I didn't hear a word she was telling me.
"Can I give you some money to support your trip without buying cupcakes?" I asked.
"I guess so," she replied. I got out of my chair and walked to the kitchen to retrieve my purse. When I came back in the room, I sat down on the couch beside her. Our legs brushed as I sat down and the feel of her smooth skin against me was like an electric shock going through my body. I pulled out my wallet and offered her two 100s. "Would this help?" I asked as I looked deeply into her eyes.
"Oh my gosh, yes. Thank you so much," she gushed. I placed my purse on the floor, turned slightly toward her on the couch and brought my right knee up. I had a feeling if she glanced down, she would be able to see my bare pussy and I was hoping she would look. I reached out and touched her arm and asked about her babysitting experience. She relayed that she had been babysitting for families in the area for five years and told me about some of the kids and her experiences. The whole time she talked I was lightly stroking her arm.
"It sounds like you are very qualified," I interjected when she paused. "My daughter, Chloe, is six. She is at her dad's house now so you can't meet her, but I think the two of you will get along great. I've been trying to find someone dependable and trustworthy. And I think I've found the right person. I would like to get to know you better though, before having you babysit."
"Sure, what else would you like to know?" she asked.
"Well, for starters, how old are you? You said you've been sitting for five years. What are you taking in school and what are your plans after high school?"
"I turned 18 last month," she said, and I smiled to myself. "I'm a senior and still deciding on colleges. I'd like to study music but my parents want me to study something more practical."
"Parents are like that," I said. "They just want to make sure you are doing what's right for your future. I'm a big believer in following your dreams, and always doing what feels right. If you find something you are passionate about, then you should go for it. We'll see if I feel that way in 10 years when Chloe wants to do something I don't agree with!"
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.
"No, I did, but he was a jerk," Zaya said as she shifted uncomfortably.
