The alarm went off at seven-fifteen and Lisa finally reached over and turned it off. She was frustrated by the alarm because she was in the middle of a very erotic dream. Her hand drifted lazily down between her legs to find that the crotch of her sleep shorts was damp from her erotic dream. She reached over lazily to her husband, but he was not there. It was then that she realized that he had left at four-thirty for a five day business trip.
She hated these trips because she wound up being alone and unfulfilled. She and Mike had gone through a long erotic dry spell, having sex quickly sandwiched in between ballgames and work. But since the kids were finally all in college things had begun to change. Her dormant sexuality began to bloom once again. For some reason her libido seemed to be waxing instead of waning. The problem was these damn business trips.
She out of bed and padded across the floor to the bathroom. She lifted the seat, lowered her shorts, sat down, and began to fill the bowl with her amber liquid. Patting herself dry she kicked off her shorts, stood, flushed, and removed her tank top. As she passed the mirror to the shower she paused. A natural blonde at age fifty-two she could still turn a few heads. She was a 34 b and not much sag with just a slight tummy from four children and a rich, thick thatch of blonde pubic hair.
She got into the shower and enjoyed the warm water. Finished she dried off and head back into the bedroom to get dressed. The towel was still wrapped around her when the phone rang. She picked it up to hear the voice of her good friend Carol.
Carol was a year older, and very attractive, with chestnut hair, that came to her shoulders, a larger bust, but thinner hips than Lisa's. The two had been good friends since they joined Junior League years before.
Instead of going out to lunch as they usually did on Mondays, Carol suggested that they have lunch at her place. Lisa readily agreed and the two decided to go casual. It was a warm summer day and shorts, with sleeveless tops, and sandals were in order.
Lisa left early to do a few errands, and as she was driving through traffic she wished she had taken the time to masturbate. She could sure use a good orgasm.
She arrived at Carol's just after noon. The two women greeted each other with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Chicken salad on croissants and white wine was the fare for the day. They gabbed and when they were finished they opened another bottle of wine and moved to the family room.
They sat on the overstuffed couch and kicked back. They talked about empty nests, local politics, and husbands. Both women were just a bit prudish. Sex was something you did and enjoyed but didn't talk about. Whether it was the wine and or the idea of both husbands being gone at the same time but the two women began to talk about sex. Nothing hard core, but both remarked how things had seemed to have heated up.
Lisa then confessed that she was even having some very erotic dreams which left her damp and frustrated. Carol laughed and said, "I'm glad to hear that, now I know I'm not the only one." Now both women were laughing. The more they talked the looser they became
The shared secrets about their lovemaking with their husbands that ordinarily they never would have talked about. As they talked Lisa noticed that it seemed to be getting warmer in the room. She fanned herself a couple of times and said she need to drink no more wine and to quit laughing as it was making her hot.
Carol responded by saying, "I don't think it is the wine or the laughter, but I think it is the topic that has both of us warmed up."
