When I got home I was buzzing with excitement, even though I was feeling quite tired. I undressed and slipped into my dressing gown as I fired my laptop up to travel uncharted territory – internet porn. I had an overwhelming desire to view women like me doing what I had just spent the afternoon doing, and it wasn't long before I had several websites saved in my browser.
I was sat at my kitchen table and my gown was open as I fingered myself, watching the most amazing films I had ever seen – big mature women like me and Mary doing all sorts of dirty and disgusting things to each other. It was incredibly erotic and educational too, making me realise what I had been missing out on all these years and making me yearn to try it all, every lewd and disgusting act making me hotter and wetter.
I ran a bath and soaked my weary body, running my hands up and down myself as I closed my eyes and thought about what had happened today. I had absolutely no regrets about what I had done – why should I? I knew deep down that I was starting out on a new life, far more wonderful than I had known up until now, and I was very excited at what lay ahead...
I awoke the next morning feeling more alive and excited than I could remember. I retrieved my laptop and started exploring some of the websites I had saved, getting myself more and more horny as I watched all that wonderfully disgusting lesbian porn. After the third orgasm I had to tear myself away from my laptop and get dressed, as there were several things I wanted to do before seeing Mary again.
My divorce had left me with more than enough money to be a lady of leisure for now – I knew I'd have to find a job eventually but that was a while off yet. So with a spring in my step I headed into town to do a little shopping, going to a shop I had passed several times but never wanted to enter before. It was down a little alley, easily missed, and it sold all sorts of naughty lingerie, and sex toys too.
I entered the shop with more confidence than I had ever felt before and was soon chatting with the woman who owned it like we were old friends. She showed me all sorts of wonderful outfits and I finally settled on a few items, all black lace and ribbons.
"Would you like to try them on?" Helen asked me, "There's a little changing room at the back."
"I would love to," I smiled at her, "I've never worn anything like this before."
She ushered me down to the back of the shop where the changing room was, and told me with a smile that she would be happy to help me with anything. I thanked her and pulled the curtain closed, quickly stripping naked before carefully rolling the stockings up my legs. Next was the black lace bustier with suspender straps, and last were the split crotch black lace panties that framed my shaven slit so prettily.
"Helen, could you give me a hand please?" I called out, struggling with the suspenders and their clips.
A few moments later the curtain was pulled aside and Helen stood there, casting her gaze up and down my lingerie-clad body, lingering on my lace-framed slit. I felt a thrill standing there like that and I wondered if she was attracted to me, sexually.
"Oh yes, that suits you," she smiled at me, "it really frames your body."
"Thank you," I said as she dropped to her knees and started adjusting the suspender straps, her touch gentle as she adjusted and straightened straps and stockings. She got me to turn around and I felt her warm breath on my bum as she continued her efforts, and I was sure she was stroking my bare skin.
"There, let's have a look," Helen said, standing up and stepping back to admire her work, "oh, very sexy – who's the lucky chap?"
"Um, her name's Mary," I replied softly, feeling very sexy and horny as Helen stared at me.
"Oh my," she smiled at me, "then I'm jealous of Mary, very jealous indeed."
"There's no need to be Helen," I said, stepping closer to her, "I don't think I'm a one-woman woman."
"Mmm, good, neither am I," she smiled, her hand dropping and slipping between my thighs to gently rub my exposed labia.
"I have to warn you, I'm a terrible tease," she murmured as her face came within inches of mine, "I'm going to make you dripping wet and then leave you hanging." She was doing a very good job of that, staring deep into my eyes as her fingers explored my wet folds, making me gasp and whimper with delight.
"Uhhh, that's OK," I groaned, "as long as you can finish the job off at a later date."
"Oh, most certainly," she purred, pulling her fingers from my snatch and bringing them up to her mouth to lick them clean, "just as I thought, delicious!"
Helen helped me get dressed, keeping my new lingerie on, and I spent the next half hour selecting more items of underwear and several new sex toys. As I paid for it all Helen handed me a little card, which had her personal phone number and e-mail address on.
"Call me," she said, "I'd love to see you model my new stock with me."
"I will Helen," I promised her as we shared a kiss, "that sounds a lot of fun."
I couldn't get home quick enough, rushing upstairs with my purchases and undressing down to my new lingerie, standing in front of my full length mirror and admiring myself. I thought I looked very sexy and I particularly liked the way the crotchless panties framed and highlighted my slit, and I spent a long time displaying and studying myself.
Finally it was time for me to head over to Mary's house, and so I slipped a dress on over my new lingerie, did my hair and make-up and packed an overnight bag. She only lived a short walk away so I put on my favourite black heels and headed over, buzzing with excitement. There was another car on the drive which could only mean that her friend was already there, and I felt a flutter in my tummy.
"Jenny, hello!" Mary smiled as she opened the door, "Mmm, you look good!"
"Thank you, so do you," I said as I stepped inside, sharing a kiss with her after she closed the door.
"Come on in and meet Donna," Mary said, ushering me into the living room, "she's been itching to meet you."
Donna was a very attractive and plump lady in her early fifties, with short dark hair, a friendly face and a very warm smile. She was wearing a tight fitting blouse and pencil skirt that showed of her ample curves and bosom rather well, and as I walked over to her she stood up and hugged me.
"Pleased to meet you Jenny," she said as we kissed, "Mary tells me you're a recent convert to the sisterhood."
"Yesterday," I told her with a smile, liking the feel of her body against mine.
