"Make it a double," Anne joked as she went up the stairs.
Terry opened the wine and filled the two glasses. Light Jazz music began playing softly from hidden speakers. Terry sighed and leaned back into the soft cushions. She closed her eyes and listened to the music.
A few minutes passed before Terry heard Anne come back into the room. Anne had changed out of her tailored-to-look-casual outfit into a truly comfortable pair of loose fitting jeans and a man's dress shirt with the top three buttons left open. Anne sat down opposite Terry on the same couch, and turned to face her. They both reached for their wine glasses. As Anne leaned forward to grab her glass, her shirt front flared open, giving Terry a glance of her small breasts clad in a black lace bra.
"That's nice," Terry said as she sipped the wine.
"I'm glad you like it. While we're sitting here, can we take another look at those drawings? I didn't want to over expose them on the train. The old biddies might have had coronaries right there on the train!"
Terry laughed. "I brought my case in," she said, reaching down alongside the couch where she had placed her portfolio case. She opened the case, removed the folder of sketches and placed it on the coffee in table in front of them. Terry let Anne pick through the drawings. At first, Anne took out the sketch of the young man, cock in hand, cum flying. She looked at it for a while.
"How old is he?" Anne asked.
"He's probably about twenty," Terry responded.
"Oops; almost the same age as my son. Doesn't that make me feel like a lecherous old lady?" They both chuckled. Then Anne turned to the picture of the woman, legs partially spread, clearly coming down from a spectacular orgasm. "How old is she?"
"Older," Terry answered. "Definitely too old to be your daughter," Terry smiled as she said this.
Anne sighed. "I love my husband. He's a good guy, but it's been a long time since he made me feel the way this woman feels."
Terry looked at the drawing again; her cheeks turning slightly red at the memory of exactly how she felt when that picture was drawn. She reached over to Anne and lightly touched her arm, "Yes, this is one of my favorite drawings. It makes me feel tingly and a little breathless when I look at it." Anne smiled too.
The two women were sitting side by side, looking at the picture. There legs slightly touching; wine glasses in hand. Terry put her glass down on the table and turned to face Anne. With her right hand, she reached over sweeping Anne's dark hair back and lightly cupped the side of her head. Terry slowly moved closer to Anne, turning Anne's head towards her using the slightest of pressure. Terry kissed her gently on the lips. Anne's eyes were closed; her head tilted just enough to receive this soft first kiss. Terry felt Anne's body relax, as she leaned sideways against the back couch cushions. Terry held the kiss, lightly moving her lips; enjoying the feel of this new woman friend. Then Anne's mouth opened and Terry was able to rub her tongue against Anne's. Anne reached up to grasp Terry by the waist and pulled their bodies in closer to each other. Terry pushed slightly forward and Anne's body leaned back, lying down on the couch, her head supported by the soft armrest cushions.
With the music playing in the background, Anne was able to completely relax and lose herself in the moment. Terry shifted position, kneeling on the floor at Anne's right side. Terry slowly began opening the four remaining buttons of Anne's shirt. Anne opened her eyes to look at Terry. Her left hand reached over and caressed Terry's brow, brushing her hair back over her right ear. She let her hand linger there, tickling the little hairs on Terry's neck.
"I've never cheated on Rob," Anne whispered to Terry, "Can I do this now?"
"I can't answer that for you," Terry replied in a soft voice.
As Terry finished with the last of the buttons, she spread the shirt open. She reached down using both hands to open the bra clasp between Anne's breasts. She peeled back the bra cups, enjoying her first look at Anne's small breasts; just large enough to cover with a cupped hand. Which Terry did, using her right hand to hold Anne's left breast; feeling the firm nipple against the soft flesh of her hand.
Anne sighed again and closed her eyes. Terry took this as Anne's consent to continue. Her hands began a slow gentle caress of Anne's breast. Then Terry moved her hand down slightly, allowing her middle finger and thumb to lightly stroke just the bumpy edges of the areola. Anne's nipple became firmer and longer. Terry leaned forward and lightly touched the nipple between her lips, sucking in as she pulled away. She moved her attention to Anne's neck, which she kissed up and down with slightly biting lip movements. Terry was in no rush. She enjoyed the taste and feel of this beautiful woman. And Anne was happy to oblige to her.
Terry dipped her middle finger into her wine glass, coating it with the spicy yet sweet tasting wine. She placed her finger at Anne's lips. Anne's tongue licked the wine off her finger, and then she sucked the finger into her mouth. For the next minute or so, Anne suckled on Terry's finger, while Terry returned to stroking Anne's hair with her other hand. Terry removed her finger from Anne's mouth and used the moistened pad of her finger to stroke Anne's hardened nipple. A ripple moved through Anne's muscles from the sensation this caused.
As Anne lay on the couch, Terry leaned back enough to remove her own shirt. Unbuttoned, she tossed the shirt on to the floor followed almost immediately by her own bra. Terry's breasts were larger then Anne's, with larger areolas but smaller nipples. Terry leaned back over Anne, kissing her fully on the lips, there breasts rubbing together for the first time. Anne reached behind Terry, pulling the two closer, rubbing her hands along Terry's back. Finally, Terry broke the kiss. She pushed away slightly, getting her hands in between the two women. She reached down, unsnapped Anne's jeans and pulled the zipper down. Anne lifted her butt up from the couch and Terry pulled the jeans down her legs and off in one smooth motion. Anne was wearing very brief, black panties, the matching set to the bra she had been wearing. The panties were pulled tight against her crotch, highlighting the slit of her pussy through the fabric.
Terry sat back to take in the view of this woman, naked except for the panties, laid out on the couch, knees slightly bent, thighs slightly spread, nipples fully erect. At that moment, Terry could not imagine a more beautiful sight in the world. She stood up to take off her own jeans. As she pulled them down, Anne opened her eyes to watch. Terry was wearing a white lace thong, her pussy lips straining around the edges, the crotch clearly shimmering from the wetness dripping from her cunt. Anne reached out to touch Terry's thigh, running her hands up and down the smooth skin, sending shivers through Terry's body. Terry knew she had to continue; Anne wouldn't want time to think about what they were doing. So Terry reached over and slid off Anne's panties.
Anne had a soft, neatly trimmed triangle of jet black pubic hair. The hair did not extend down quite to the tip of her pussy. Terry slipped her right hand on top of Anne's mound and started to caress it in firm circular motions. Anne gasped loudly, a deep in take of breath, followed by a slow roll of her hips, and the release of her breath. It was a small orgasm, but a nice start.
Terry smiled as she moved onto the couch, positioning herself more or less between Anne's legs. Anne's left leg was raised and supported by the back of the couch, while her right leg hung over the edge. This gave Terry a full view of Anne's lovely pussy; the inner lips, wrinkly and fully extended out, moistened by Anne's juices. The small button of her clitoris peaked out from its hood. Terry began the slow adventure of discovering ways to give Anne pleasure. She began by rubbing Anne's feet with firm, squeezing motions. Anne's sigh assured Terry that this was pleasurable, rather then painful as it sometimes can be. She moved her hands up and down Anne's legs, spending extra time caressing the skin just inside her thighs, closest to her dripping pussy. Then Terry leaned forward, twisting slightly to lick the soft skin behind Anne raised left knee. This Terry continued to do for a while, sensing no resistance from Anne, within a minute or two, Anne's breath had quickened again followed by the gasp and then the release. Anne had cum again from this simple caress.
Terry decided it was time to enjoy the taste of Anne's pussy. She started by leaning in, rubbing her tongue gently along the outer edges of Anne's protruding lips. This was Terry's greatest pleasure, enjoying the earthy, spicy flavors and sweetness in her mouth.
She slipped the tip of her tongue in to separate and open up Anne's pussy lips. As they parted, Terry began to rub the flat part of her tongue up and down; gently at first but with increasing pressure. Now Anne's hands reached down. She held Terry's head in the position that only allowed her to continue this licking motion between her pussy lips. Terry pressed her tongue in even firmer, dipping slightly in past the lips, deep into Anne's pussy. Anne moaned loudly, her body stiffening slightly, followed by the long exhale of pleasure. Then she released Terry's head from her grasp, allowing Terry to choose what to do next to her pussy.
