She stood before her mirror completely naked. This in itself would have not seemed abnormal, but in the last few years, she had refrained from looking at her body. At 65, Ariana knew that time had taken its toll on her.
Her tits, although still full, sagged with the ravages of time and gravity. She had stretch lines across her stomach from her two births so long ago. She looked up into her eyes. The reflection did not lie. Her eyes wore the crinkled time lines that she hated so. Her lips, thin and pasty colored did nothing to enhance her looks.
Her features were sharp. Her bone structure gave her skin that tight drawn look. With a sigh, she thought to herself, "Ariana! You have become an old woman. Why are you acting this way? This charade will only hurt you. You will end up this night like you have so many other nights."
The memory of other nights she had spent after acting this way came flooding to her mind. She held back the sob, as the thoughts of other nights like this popped into her head.
She could see herself lying on her bed. Her thighs would be open wide and her fingers would be frantically trying to bring life to her uncooperative sex. It had been some time since she had been able to achieve an orgasm that would satisfy her totally. Now, they seemed to only leave her even more frustrated than before.
Her eyes gazed down at her stomach. She had a bit of a paunch. Shaking her head, she thought that it was from the rich foods and lack of any type of exercise. Her legs were the most desirable part of her whole body.
Even at 65, Ariana still had beautiful legs. They were long; the legs that dancers have. They were shapely and curved with thick thighs that tapered to very slim ankles. She wore skirts that were respectable, but still afforded the looker a glimpse of her well-turned ankles.
But between her thighs, she could see that there were many more gray hairs then black that covered her sex. Ariana sighed as her fingertips stroked the soft fine hair. She really should trim it. But with no man that wanted to view it, and no success at her own manipulations, she thought what the hell.
"If only a man would take an interest in me? He would awaken the desire that used to consume my mind and body. He would know how to make me long for his touch. I would give myself to such a man! I would willingly do as he wished! Oh! If there were just one who would take me?"
Her thoughts were still echoing in her head, when she heard a voice behind her. "I would take you! I would consume you with passion and lust!"
A small scream filled her mouth, as she turned quickly. Her eyes frantically scanned the room. The voice had been right by her ear. It had been deep! Resonant! The voice, of a man who was sure of himself. And of his ability to do as he promised.
"Who's there? Who's here with me? Come out! Show yourself! I'll call the police! I'll scream!" Her heart beat so fast she could feel it in her head. Her eyes wide with fright, she looked at each dark corner. Then, laughing to herself, she turned her face back to the mirror.
"You're losing it girl! You want a man so bad, you're starting to hear one in your head. Her hands came up and cupped her tits. Ariana's tits were not big. They were the size of a big peach and she was able to squeeze them into a b-cup bra.
But her nipples were big! When hard, they stuck out about an inch in length. And they were so sensitive! They were almost painful when hard and erect. Ariana's hands softly squeezed the globes of flesh. She grasped her nipples between her fingers and softly tugged.
If there was one thing she loved best, it was tit torture. Many a night as she would struggle to elicit an orgasm from her pussy, she would pull and twist her nubs until she screamed from the pain. This always helped her achieve some sort of satisfaction.
Ariana closed her eyes as her fingers pulled and twisted her nipples. Suddenly she felt a hot breath on her neck. Her eyes flew open and she looked into the mirror. Already a scream was forming on her lips. But there was not a soul in the room with her. The figure in the mirror was her own.
But the feel of the breath on her neck only enflamed her lust. She watched herself in the mirror. With one hand on her tit, her fingers roughly manipulated the sensitive nipple. Her other hand slid down across her stomach.
Her mind screamed! "Oh god! If only there was a man here to do this to me. I would have my orgasm." Her fingers slid down to the soft hair between her thighs. Ariana watched as her fingertips parted her downy hair.
Her skin was pale. Pale to the point of being pasty white. She had a private porch where she could lay out naked and soak up the sun, but she never used it. She felt it futile to lay around naked, without a man to enjoy her beauty.
Ariana's fingers found her slit. A gasp escaped her lips. She was wetter than she would normally get. Feeling her wetness, Ariana slid her finger slowly into her slit up to the first knuckle. With a moan, she felt her pussy lips clasp her finger.
Pulling her finger free, she looked at it. The light from the room gave her slick finger a shiny glistening look. Her breath quickened, as she drew the finger to her face. She stopped the finger beneath her nose, inhaling deeply the fragrance of her heated sex.
Again she felt the breath on her neck and this time, she just shivered. The voice once again came to her. Only this time, it was in her mind. "Look at the finger Ariana. Smell it! See how I have made you excited. You want a man to want you? What would you do if one were here now? Taste it! Taste yourself as I will taste you."
Ariana moaned. She had played with her pussy on many occasions. But never had she ever felt the compulsion to taste her own juices. Sure she had sucked cock after guys would fuck her. But that was different.
This time, the voice was more insistent. "Taste it! You wanted a lover. One who would give you pleasure! One to fill you! One that would consume you with passion and lust! I will be your lover Ariana. But in return, you will obey me. Taste it now!"
As if in no control of her own actions, Ariana brought the finger to her lips. She slid the tip of her tongue out and barely touched the tip of her wet finger. Then with a moan, she slipped the digit between her lips. Her eyes grew wide, as she felt the breath quicken on her neck.
She must be going crazy. At 65, she had finally gone over the edge. But the juice from her cunt tasted so good! It had never tasted this good! Not even when she would clean it from the cock of one of her lovers. Avidly, she sucked her finger. Then with a moan, she slid her hand back down to her cunt.
Two fingers this time. And she was even wetter than before. She shivered as she thought she felt a tongue tip touch her neck. But the pleasure she was feeling, chased the thought of someone in her room from her mind.