The warm morning breeze blew threw the opening of Pam's robe as she walked out her front door. The sun was shining and all was quiet in the neighborhood. Its late morning and those that do had already left for work. All around her was empty driveways and the occasional laughter of a small child or the distant voice of a stay at home mom. Pam's children had long ago left home. As a school teacher she was able to find some of the same feelings that she had shared with her biological children but it was summer. These days were no longer filled enlightened eyes of her students, or endless amounts of paper work, lesson planning or grading. No, during the summer it was just Pam. Now this wasn't terrible at all. Pam enjoyed spending time alone. She frequently read books, met with her teacher friends for coffee, and was generally able to entertain herself.
Today was no different. She walked through her lawn and across the street to the mailbox. With a squeak the metal hinges gave way and she retrieved the handful of letters, catalogs, and magazines. She was flipping through them when she was startled.
"Hi Pam," A voice greeted her.
"Oh, hi Suze," Pam replied. "How are you this morning?"
"Pretty good I guess," Suzy replied in a sigh. "Looks like another boring day. Randal has to work all day and my parents have the baby."
Randal and Suzy lived directly across the street. One of the few African-American couples in the neighborhood they had moved in about 8 months ago. Pam and her husband John had chatted with them a number of times during those months. Although they'd never spent any significant time together, Pam was not all surprised when Suzy asked her to come over for lunch.
"Why don't you come over for lunch around one o'clock," Suzy asked. "I've got some left over salmon from last night. We can make sandwiches and catch up."
"Sounds like a deal. I'll get cleaned up and come over in a bit," Pam said walking away.
Pam returned home and dropped the mail on the counter. She went upstairs to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She stepped out of slippers and dropped her robe. Almost instantly her nipples reacted to the cool air. Pam had always known her nipples were sensitive. There were times were she could orgasm just from nipple stimulation alone. A good suck or a nice nibble would push her over the edge in mere moments. Pam was a petite mature woman. She wasn't short but wasn't tall. She was somewhat skinny for her size but had ample b-cup breasts. She glanced at her form in the mirror.
"Gonna be a long day," she thought. "Might as well make it interesting."
She reached up and gently pinched her left nipple. Already somewhat hardened by the cool air, her nub stiffened ever further. As it did, she lightly groaned at the tingling between her legs. In the interest of fairness she grabbed and pulled on her right one. This one perked up even faster and gave way to an audible "oh" as the warmth began to flow through Pam's pubic region. She felt herself begin to moisten as she walked to the shower.
Pam closed the glass door behind her and closed her eyes as she stepped into the water. Warmth poured over her body as she splashed the water up and down the front of her. She stopped at her nipples again and brushed her fingertips across them both. She gently tugged with her left hand began moving her right hand down her tummy. Dragging only her fingertips across her skin, she followed the flow of the water down between her legs. Still brushing and pulling her nipples with her hand, she gently parted the lips of her engorged pussy and pressed on her clitoris. Her body sprang into action and diverted what felt like a tidal wave of blood flow to her pussy. Swollen even more she ran her finger up and down the length of her moistening slit. The combination of feelings from her nipples and soft lengthy strokes had put her on a short path to orgasm. She began breathing more quickly and pulling harder and harder on the nipples. She felt the pressure building behind her clitoris and her vagina grew warmer and wetter in preparation for her climax.
However, at the last moment, she changed her mind. She had a different idea. She grabbed the showerhead and pulled it out of its cradle. Out of all the dollars she had spent in her lifetime, the forty that she spent on this showerhead were the best spent. Not only did it provide a consistent stream of temperate water, it had a number of pressure and pattern settings that although were mere meant for water massages, were just right for Pam's shower time pleasures. She chose the middle of the three settings. This provided for 5 or 6 jets of medium pressure water. She put one leg on the edge of the shower and moved the head between her legs. The jets struck her outer lips with such force that her clit spasmed in anticipation. She parted her lips and gave way to the water's force.
She directed the stream to spray on both her clit and the opening of her pussy. She moaned as the strong and constant spray of water pounded her most sensitive areas. After enjoying the feeling for a few moments, she tilted the head to remove the stream from her now aching vaginal opening. She slid a finger inside and clinched her pussy around it as the stream of water blasted against her now swollen and hungry clit. Not wanting to wait any longer, Pam changed the setting on the showerhead to its most intense.
The stream of water persistently struck her clit as it bucked against the pressure. Over and over again the entirety of her womanhood spasmed in ecstasy. After only a few moments her breathing increased, her nipples hardened even more. She continued moving her finger in and out of herself dragging her fingers against her inner walls as she came up and down. The pressure reached its peak until her body exploded into an orgasm. Her pussy pulsed and clinched her finger as she moved it in and out. She felt her clit pulsing against the still spraying water. She moaned as her legs shook at the last of her orgasm left her body. She sighed in relief as she replaced the showerhead and leaned against the shower wall trying to catch her breath and recover.
Somewhat satisfied with her bathing ritual, Pam began washing her self. Quickly going through the motions, she finished and stepped out of the shower to dry herself. She thought back to the conversation she had with Suzy and wondered if she had imagined the way she looked at her. Kind of like she was checking her out. Pam brushed the thought away as her imagination and walked to her closet.
"What if she was checking me out", the thought persisted. "I'm not into girls. I don't think. Is she? What if she comes onto me?"
Pushing the thoughts aside once again, she dressed herself. Taking extra care in her appearance, Pam put on her nicest thong and bra set, put on a bit of extra makeup, and put on an unusually low cut top. Why not spice it up? What's the worst that could happen?
Later, Pam knocked on the door and Suzy opened with a smile.
"Hi Pam," She exclaimed. "So glad you could make it. Please come in."
Pam entered into the foyer. She immediately smelled the salmon cooking.
"Smells great Suze," she said. "I can't wait to taste it."
Pam followed her into the kitchen Suzy opened the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of wine. She removed the cork and asked.
"Care for a glass? It's not fancy, but it's fun!"
"I'd love it," said Pam sipping the recently poured glass.
Suzy plated the lunch and moved to the table. Pam followed and a nice conversation followed the lunch until Suzy abruptly change the subject.
"So Pam," she said voice shaking with nervousness, "have you ever been with a woman?"
Pam's skin fell flush and her face radiated heat.
