Kristen Carpenter sat alone in her bedroom missing Alex, who had divorced her two years ago and relocated a few hours away where he managed a hotel. Despite the emotional distance that had developed between them before he left, she still loved him dearly. She thought of him as a very handsome man who had provided anything she or the kids needed financially. She thought about the love-making which started out passionate and frequent. After a few years together it had become completely different. She often thought that Alex had been too sexually demanding, wanting to do more than she did. She often succumbed to her wishes mostly out of wifely responsibilities. She had experimented with various positions, even anal sex, which she did not really enjoy. He was great at giving her oral, and she enjoyed pleasuring him that way in return.
She had been a teacher for many years before taking over as vice-principal at the local High School. She had brought three children into the world, Sam and his twin sister Lexie who were a few months past age eighteen, and a daughter Willow who was twenty. Kristen realized that with her kids grown, her parents deceased, and Alex gone, she was spending far too much time alone. The previous month had marked their twenty-five year anniversary. But being single once again made that night more painful.
Sam and Lexie were both athletic and kept their bodies in prime condition. They just graduated from high school where both had ran on the track team. Sam also played basketball and Lexie spent three years on the swim team. Like her mother, Lexie had natural red hair, while Sam's and Willow's were a light shade of brown like their father. She noticed that Sam always seemed rather shy when it came to girls, and sensed that he had never gotten too far with anyone. She also knew Lexie was a virgin by choice, and would soon begin to explore her sexuality. Willow had been married for a brief ten months before divorcing her cheating husband and lived in her own apartment near her Father, and worked at the front desk of the hotel he managed.
Kristen removed her blouse and laid it on a chair, sat down on the bed and kicked off her shoes, then slipped out of her snug jeans. She gazed at her reflection in the closet door full-length mirror, reached behind and unhooked her bra, and carefully examined her medium sized breasts. They stood firm with nipples that ached to be touched. She cradled one in each hand, enjoying the feeling, but wishing it was someone else touching them. Next she peeled off her panties, and looked her nude figure critically. The few remaining stretch marks on her abdomen were so faint that they were scarcely noticeable. Her pubic hair matched the red shoulder length hair on her head, and formed a lush triangle below her waist. Her legs were well toned, the result of daily exercising, and occasional lengthy walks. She considered herself attractive for a woman of thirty-nine.
Lying in the dark, she felt sexual need gnawing at her and began to caress her breasts, feeling her body respond even more. She did not prefer to pleasure herself, but couldn't stop because it felt so good, and moved her hands to the forest of soft curls. Barely audible groans escaped her lips as her fingers touched her clit, causing her hips to thrust upward in response. As one hand stroked the pleasure bud, the other traveled up to her breasts, pulling on the erect nipples.
Oh yes...this feels...so...good. Oh yes!" she moaned, trying to keep quiet. She knew Lexie was on a date at the time, but did not want to advertise her actions to her son. She felt certain that her kids knew she masturbated, but still preferred to keep it private. Her fingers quickly took her to the brink of orgasm. Soon the sweet release took control, filling her with much needed relief. She somehow managed to keep her moans soft, and hoped she had not been heard. Even though pleasuring herself had been nice, it wasn't enough. Kristen reached under the mattress and retrieved a recently purchased and unused sex toy, which was something she had not used since her teenage years.
She recalled visiting to the adult shop recently, and seeing several men of various ages were standing around looking at the video racks. She had felt their eyes looking at her as she looked at the various vibrators. One middle aged man had even approached her, and asked her to join him in the arcade booth. When she asked him why, he simply stated he would like a blowjob. She debated his request, but decided to turn him down politely.
Now her hands trembled as she unwrapped the fake cock and held it in her hands. It seemed so long since she had felt anything that hard as she put batteries in the device and turned it on. The toy began to hum and vibrate. She found herself growing excited as she glided it along her nipples. With a mind almost tormented by confusing emotions, she slid the buzzing machine between her trembling thighs and rubbed it against her clit. Soft moans escaped her lips she teased herself with the humming toy. After a moment, she moved the tip between the lips of her vagina and slowly inserted it inside.
In a matter of minutes she realized she was within moments another orgasm. With sheer need and determination, she began working the humming device deeper. Kristen cried out as her body convulsed in a powerful climax, one of the strongest she could remember in far too long. There had been no way to control the intense pleasure of her second climax, and she was certain that her son had heard her moans.
She had never had sex with anyone but Alex since they got married, but needed to find satisfaction. During her teen years she had been a wild and rather easy girl, and was hesitant to become that again. As she fell asleep, began to consider finding a man to satisfy her.
***
That same evening, Lexie's breath came in short pants as she felt her desire level grow rapidly. Her boyfriend Jason's hands rested almost motionless on her bare breasts. As he tenderly kneaded the soft flesh, she wondered why she had been the one to place them there, and not him. The possible soon to be lovers were parked on a secluded road, just a few miles outside of town. Just minutes before, Lexie had removed her pullover top and white lace bra. On the lower half of her body, she wore denim shorts that fit the delicate curves of her thighs nicely. It was the first time she had exposed her breasts to any man. She really liked Jason a lot, and was at the point in her life when she would freely give him anything he asked for.
He was not the first boy she had dated, but he certainly was the kindest. The few others seemed to want only to get into her pants. Anytime they tried to move beyond kissing, she always put a halt to it. More than once, she had walked home from a date's car just to avoid the pressure. Maybe wondered if she was getting paid back for the times she did not offer any other guys relief.
Jason consistently treated her with respect, but for some reason he was reserved when it came to becoming intimate. His tender kisses sent flames of desire soaring throughout her body. Until recently, Lexie had been glad that he never pressured her for sex. But since she had reached the point in her life of wanting to experiment, it bothered her. She desired to share things with him that she had only heard about. But anytime she got him stimulated, he asked her to discontinue her actions. That always left her rather feeling puzzled.
"Oh Jason, I love your hand there. It feels so good."
"I really like you Lexie. But well...I don't know about this yet..."
There was a gentle softness in her voice as she said, "Jason, its okay. I want you to see me, touch me..."
"I know. Listen...maybe we better stop before it's too late."
"No, don't stop now," she pleaded, as she placed her hand on his lap. Feeling a definite bulge, Lexie was pleased to know that he was aroused. Her fingers grasped his zipper to pull it down, but as on other dates, he stopped her. With a frustrated sigh, she pulled her hands away and tried to somehow calm her heightened excitement. She wondered why he stopped her. Maybe he was undecided of his sexual orientation. Or perhaps he had some untold religious reason. But she hoped that he was probably just concerned about pleasing her. Once more, she reached for his zipper.
"Jason, I want to please you, don't stop me again."
"I know Lexie, I...I just can't. Please don't..."
"I can feel you are really aroused. Do you really prefer to jerk off at home rather than letting me help you?"
"If I have to, yea, I will. Sorry Lexie, please try to understand."
"Would you at least let me watch you do it? I would be willing to masturbate also if you want to see me pleasure myself."
Lexie felt rejected when her request was politely rejected. Once again, she had to settle for a good night kiss at her door. She went to her room and sat on her bed. Even though she needed sexual release, she was too upset to bother with it. Before she eventually drifted off to sleep, she wondered if it was time to look for a new boyfriend. But she wanted to give him just one more chance, and see what developed.
