As she stood silently watching Lori undress, Jill marveled at how beautiful this young girl was. "My God, she's so sleek and soft," she thought as she continued to stare at the young woman's thin, firm body.
"Come on, slowpoke!" Lori teased. "I want to see some of your sexy body too."
Jill began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. She was nervous, terribly nervous. She had never been with another woman and at age 50, she was feeling like a schoolgirl on her first date. Lori was half her age. So young, yet at the moment, so much more experienced than Jill.
"Here, let me help." Lori said as she bounced across the bed toward Jill. She unbuttoned Jill's blouse and slipped it off of her. Jill reached behind and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Lori held her hands and whispered softly, "It's OK. You're beautiful and I'm beautiful and we both have wanted this for a long time. It's not wrong.'
Jill pulled her close, softly embracing her young friend. The sensation of their breasts together sent a wave of excitement through her body. "I know, I know." she answered. "I'm not feeling guilty. Jim would understand. It's just...Well, you're so much younger. I mean you're my daughter's age and I've never even touched another woman in this way. What can...
Lori placed her finger on Jill's lips and pulled down onto the bed. They lay next to each other, silently staring into each other's eyes. Lori brought her lips to Jill's. Jill felt her body tense up. As Lori's tongue began to caress her lips and tongue, Jill's breath grew short and she pulled the young woman's body tight against her. She returned her kiss with a passion she had not felt before.
"Oh God, I want you." Jill cried. "I have wanted you since first smiled at me at work.. I dream about you. I watch your every move at the club. I lay awake at night, touching myself, thinking of you."