If you skipped the first section of this story, there may be one or two areas in Part 3 that are unclear. For this reason I would urge you to read Parts 1 and 2 first (at only 2680 words, it really doesn't take long).
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An Older Woman: Part 3 - Another chance:
It wasn't until the following Monday that I got a text message from Barbara inviting me to call again. She said she had the Tuesday afternoon and evening free and as her husband was working away, would I like to come for an evening meal. She said if I like cooking I could help her to prepare it. I was thrilled.
In her message she explained that she hadn't been able to let me know sooner, as she'd only just found out he would be working away. She asked me to bring some more of my work for her to look at, so it looked as if we might have all afternoon and evening together.
I was so excited.
I was just getting ready to leave after lunch on the Tuesday when I had another message asking me to come later. I honestly thought, 'She's going to put me off again'. I felt so down I almost told her I wasn't coming, but then I thought 'That would just be stupid'. I didn't know what made her change the plan; it could have been anything. Anyway, I got there about 5pm, fully expecting to be sent home again with nothing happening between us.
I had decided to be a bit less subtle this time (less subtle? - Ha! That's a joke). I wore a fairly short black wrap-around skirt (my favourite, because it comes off easily), and a white slightly transparent blouse. It was a snug fit and showed off my petite figure nicely, and I knew that as I moved, the nipples on my unfettered breasts would trace enticing little patterns in the semi-transparent material. I also had a cute pair of frilly lace panties that were just visible when I sat down (if I sat carefully enough).
I had plaited my hair in my favourite pigtails with black ribbons in bows at the ends, and I had splashed out on a new bottle of Givenchy Organza perfume (it's quite heady and great for getting you noticed, especially when out on the pull). I got it for half price at one of the discount perfume shops in town. It was still 24 pounds but well worth it :)
When I arrived, Barbara was wearing a lovely slinky black dress that hugged her figure and showed just enough cleavage to be interesting but not slutty. Her hair was done the same way as it was when I had first met her. 'Maybe she always has it that way' I thought. Whatever the case, she looked gorgeous.
She was already preparing the food. She invited me into the kitchen and I helped a bit, but it was only a token gesture. She had almost finished by the time I got there. She had a prepared a casserole for us, which we ate while talking. We sat opposite each other at the table and I know this time she was looking at my breasts; several times I caught her looking away but I didn't say anything; I just smiled.
After dinner we sat at the table and we talked for a while. She never explained why she had wanted me to come later, and I thought it rude to ask; I was just happy to be there. She asked about my course again. A few of the things I mentioned she acknowledged, seeming to show an interest in things I had already told her about before, so I don't think she had really been paying attention the first time, but I didn't challenge her. That would have made things very awkward.
She asked to see my notes again, and as I had left my bag in the lounge, I offered to go and fetch them. "I'll come in there with you," she told me. "We can leave the pots for Ron."
"Ron?" I said, wondering who this guy Ron might be. 'I hope she hasn't got me here under a false pretence', I thought to myself. 'Maybe she wants to watch some guy shagging me'.
"Later Ron," she said. "Sorry. I'm not very good at jokes," but I laughed anyway, quite relieved. I thought it was clever, and I'd never heard it before.
We went into the lounge and this time she sat beside me on the sofa. I pulled out my work folder to show her again, opening it at a recent short essay I had written. I had made a point of having filed a very soft erotic piece as the next work, describing one of my liaisons with my current best friend and lover, Jane.
Anyway, of course when she had finished the 'sample' essay I pretended not to notice as she turned to the next work, which was the 'planted' erotic story, and she started to read that while I nonchalantly checked my phone. I gave her about a minute; enough time to read the first few paragraphs, before I looked up and 'realised to my horror' that she was reading the erotic account of my lesbian sex session with Jane.
I quickly made a grab for the folder 'to hide it from her', but she snatched it away, clinging to it and looking at me in astonishment. She asked if any of it was true. I gave her a well practiced bashful look and I told her "Some of it." She said that I shouldn't be ashamed of my sexuality. Barbara is clearly such a kind, loving woman, and she made me feel really comfortable and good about myself, even though I had intentionally created the situation. She smiled warmly, and I couldn't help feeling relaxed as I 'nervously' smiled back (I really should be an actress).
Suddenly, without warning she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me full on the mouth, only for about half a second, then just as quickly she let go and apologised.
"Oh! I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," she said, looking abashed.
I just sat there and smiled. "Why?" I asked her.
"I couldn't help it," she told me, clearly embarrassed.
"No! I mean, why apologise?" I asked. She admitted to me that she had wanted to kiss me last time but she didn't want to scare me. I told her I wished she had done.
She looked at me for what seemed like half a minute. I just waited for her to make a move. She was so gentle. She leaned in uncertainly: almost nervously, cupped my face, and kissed me softly on the lips. This time I opened my mouth slightly. As soon as she could see that I wasn't going to pull away she hugged me and began kissing me so passionately. I slid my arms around her neck and leaned back as her hand found my breast. She began unfastening my blouse and I moved my hand up and gave her breast a squeeze, so full and firm.
Soon the front of my blouse was undone and her hand was inside. My body is very petite so I never need to wear a bra, and my nipple quickly began to stiffen and nuzzle into her palm, and she squeezed it gently. She was kissing my mouth, then my face, my neck and bare shoulder, and I could feel myself getting wet. I thought she was going to strip me and fuck me right there on the sofa, but just as suddenly as it had begun, she stopped.
"What do you want from me Macey?" she asked. She put her hand to her face, looking confused.
"You offered to help me with my English project work," I told her honestly, trying to look innocent.
"No... Well... Yes, I know I did," she replied, "but that's not why you came here is it. What do you really want from me?"
I reached out to touch her cheek with the back of my fingers and she looked back at me, puzzled, as I stroked her hair and the side of her neck. "What I'd like is to mess up your hair," I half whispered, with a wicked little smile.
We just sat there for a moment and I wondered, 'What are you thinking?', before she asked, "Are you sure you really want to do this?"
"I've never been more sure of anything," I whispered, my voice sounding inexplicably cracked.
"I'm old enough to be your mother," she told me, "older in fact."
"Sometimes I wish my mam could have kissed me like that," I told her. "You make me feel so good. Why didn't you kiss me last time?" I asked. "What was the problem?"
"You were wearing the same perfume as your mum. It just make me think of her too much." 'How stupid of me!' I thought. 'I had only pinched some of mam's perfume so I would appear more sophisticated, and all it did was to put her off'.
"There is something else," she told me.
"What?" I asked, bemused.
"Well... It's the pigtails," she said, sounding reluctant to tell me.
"Don't you like them?" I asked her, smiling broadly and wide eyed as I gripped the ends and pulled alternately on them, making my head rock from side to side like a little doll.
"They're very sweet," she said. "Probably too sweet," she added with a smile. "They just make you look like a little girl."
"I thought you'd like that," I told her, pouting excessively and fluttering my eyelids at her. I was really playing this.
"I do, but... You're so very small." she added, "With the pigtails too, it just makes you look too young. If I hadn't been invited to your 18th birthday celebration I would have thought you were no more than about 14 or 15."
"Oh, I said, my tone unmistakably disappointed. Why didn't you come?" I asked, as I untied the ribbons.
"I didn't know you then, she said, helping me to tease the plaits out of my hair.
"Pity," I told her, shaking my hair loose and thinking, 'I had another celebration a few days later that I wish you had been at too'. Perhaps it was just as well she wasn't there though. I can just imagine what Jane would have done with her. I would have been watching in envy.
"That's better," she said kindly. "Now you look more like a grown-up," she teased as she fluffed my hair up and stroked it around my face, then held my head gently as she kissed me softly on the lips again.
Hardly another word was spoken. She stood, took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom, my blouse still open. As she sat me beside her on the foot of her marital bed she kissed me again. We were still kissing as her hand slid up to grip my breast once more. She fondled it and squeezed the nipple gently, still kissing, then opening the front to expose me, looking for all the world as if she'd never seen what a bare breasted girl looked like.
She was undressing me, but it wasn't hurried; it wasn't crazy or lustful or urgent, it was so sweet and gentle, almost hesitant.
As I sat there beside her, one hand slid around my waist and caressed my lower back, her fingertips tracing the groove of my spine slowly upward inside my open blouse as her kiss engulfed me. Her other hand reached up to hold my face against hers as her tongue entered my mouth. Her hand reached around my neck then up behind my head as her tongue began probing my willing mouth. I began sucking her tongue erotically, meeting her tongue with mine as I moaned softly.
I've seen so many movie clips of Japanese girls and young women kissing, and I love the beautiful sounds they make. They're so submissive; so erotic, and they excite me, so I thought I would try for myself, to see if it had the same effect on Barbara. It did. She seemed inspired by it. Her hand slid down over my neck and she slipped the open blouse off one shoulder, kissing the bare skin, then reaching around behind me her other hand still squeezing my breast as she slipped the blouse off the other shoulder, letting it fall silently on the bed behind me.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, trying to sound as innocent as I could.
"I really don't know," came the honest reply. "I've never done anything like this before."
She looked down at my pert little breasts and caressed them with both hands. "Well, you're not doing too badly so far," I smiled. "Just do for me what you would like me to do for you," I whispered softly.
She bowed her head down and kissed one firm little breast gently, curling the tip of her tongue around the stiffening nipple. "Ooohh... that feels so nice," I whispered. She began suckling on it, tugging at the pert nipple, and I moaned like one of those passive, subservient little Japanese girls that I so loved to watch being seduced on screen.
"I don't know what to do," she repeated.
"Just do what you want," I told her.
"I don't know how to please you."
I sighed. "Do you have any idea how wet I am?" I asked her.
"No, she said, sounding as if she thought there was something wrong with that. I took her hand and guided it between my thighs as I parted my legs, pressing her fingers against the sopping wet gusset of my panties.
"Oh!" she said softly. "Oh!" She looked surprised.
