Julie Finds a Side Hustle

Julie's Side Hustle - part II

Review of part I.

Julie and her husband of 38 years live in a seniors only smaller houses neighborhood in Lubbock Texas. Rosalie (RJ) is a new neighbor and asked Julie how her sex life was going. Julie said she didn't have a sex life. RJ invited her to have a lesbian fling.

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Start of Part II

That night, after the Memorial Day neighborhood party, I couldn't sleep. Dan was tired from grilling and being the chef for the group and fell asleep quickly. I couldn't sleep -thinking about RJ's invitation "Julie, if you ever want a female lover, I'd love to be with you" was firm in my mind.

I got out of bed and into the bathroom. I got my vibrator and some lube and pleasured myself into three orgasms. It had been a while since I had sex - either alone or with Dan. I reasoned, I was 69 years old and sex was just one of those things that faded away. But, tonight my sex was vibrant and very real. I could have stopped after one orgasm, but knowing I was multi-orgasmic I kept it up - an hour of real pleasure all by myself. What a joy. I was still dripping when I came back to bed, so I put on panties and put a pad in to capture my womanly fluids.

By the time I finished, I knew that RJ and I would have to get together. How could I make that happen? How could I keep this from Dan? How could I be discreet in the neighborhood?

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The first week of June is Dan and Patrick's annual fly fishing trip to Colorado. They were to leave on Friday after Memorial Day, so all during that week, they were getting their gear ready. Our garage looked like a Bass Fish Shop outlet. Poles, boxes of lures, boxes of flies (not natural flies), tent, sleeping bag, air mattresses, portable air compressor (to fill those air mattresses), coolers, cans of food, and lists of things they would pack the night before when their coolers were full of ice.

It was about a seven hour drive to Colorado Springs, where they would get off I-25 and head into the mountains. Their goal was West Creek, about an hour north of Colorado Springs. They left about nine in the morning (after Jill and I ran to the grocery store for more ice and perishable items).

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So, now I was on my own.

RJ had taken my phone number and email address at the neighborhood party.

On Wednesday, she texted me "How are you feeling?"

I didn't know how to respond. "Good, Dan is going away on a fishing trip this weekend".

I didn't want to imply we could get together, although that was foremost in my mind.

RJ had texted back "Hmm - a long week alone. I know somebody who could be your companion".

On Thursday afternoon, I was a little braver. I texted "Dan and Patrick are leaving tomorrow morning. Could we meet for coffee tomorrow morning after they leave?"

Her reply was instant, "I have the perfect creamer for our coffee". I knew she wasn't talking about cream that comes from cows, or soy milk.

After Dan and Patrick left, I straightened the house. Why two grown men going on a fishing trip could trash a house I'm not sure. But, at 10:30, I couldn't hold it any longer.

I texted "I'm ready for coffee and your special cream".

Again, her response was instant, "I've got quite the spread ready for us, honey".

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My heart was beating about 120 miles a second as I walked down the sidewalk. My palms were sweaty, my knees were knocking together - what was I doing?

RJ was watching from her front window and had the door open as I came up.

Immediately, after she closed the door, we started with some hot kisses. Oh my, it had been so long since I had kissed Amanda back in college and now as an older woman who hadn't been sexually active for years, I couldn't get enough. Her tongue was on fire, and mine was too. Our lips were locked, and open to each other. My brain was flipping between 'this is so awesome', and 'what in the world are you doing?'. I could still run home - no, that's not true, my knees were shaking with the intensity of the kiss, I couldn't run anywhere.

I had put on a little perfume, Obsession. I could smell some perfume that RJ was wearing, but I couldn't identify the brand.

We were like kids with an unlimited supply of money in a candy shop and wanting to try all the goodies at once.

As our kiss subsided, I murmured "That was awesome".

RJ laughed and quietly added "We have a lot of exploring to do, sweetie".

There it was again. Dan had stopped with the terms of endearment long ago. Already RJ had called me 'honey', and 'sweetie'.

You know anticipation can be amazing. My anticipation of this event was definitely not letting me down. I didn't touch or feel "down below", but I knew I was already soaking wet with my pussy juices.

My hands wrapped around her back, but her hands were quicker and first touched my sides and then slid over to my breasts. I could hear the air gasp out of her as she touched me. (As if I wasn't gasping too when she touched me). She curled her fingers over the outer part of my breasts. I had worn a sexy bra - not that my breasts needed support today, but that I wanted her to take my bra off eventually. Undressing a partner is part of the beauty of lesbian sex.

My mind thought of my bra. I had worn a bra, everyday for over 40 years. At age 69, gravity had done its thing and my breasts sagged a little. The only people who had seen her without a bra - hmmm - Dan, my doctors over the years, my two children (when they were under two) - not very many. And today, I was going to let a stranger take off my bra and see my flabby 69 year old breasts. (And, yes, I WAS very excited about that!!!).

Soon, she settled on my nipples. Through my top and my bra, her fingers stroked my nipples into excitement.

Mimicking her encouragement, I said "Oh honey, that feels so good." And, those weren't just words but reality. I was ready to burst open, ready to float to the ceiling, ready to tear my clothes off so I could have her lips and tongue suck my breasts.

My finger flitted over her left breast. The nipple was standing at attention and so firm. I could tell her breasts were so much bigger than mine - and today, I was going to suck her breasts into total passion.

RJ whispered, "Let's go to the bedroom".

"Yes", came my panted response. YES, YES, YES.

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We kissed passionately and deeply in her bedroom. It was as if she knew this was going to happen. She had votive candles and a delicate aroma - maybe lavender.

"Take my top off," she begged. I did. She had a black lace bra on. It was barely covering her abundant breasts. I teased her breasts through her bra.

"Ohh", "Ahh" "More, please sweetie," RJ said as I gently pinched her nipples. When I couldn't stand it any more - I had to see these breasts - I slid my fingers under her bra and pulled it carefully up. She had a rose tattoo on her left breast - above her heart. Her right breast was a flowing ivy plant tattoo circling her breast. I massaged her full left breast but my impatience got the best of me. We sat on the edge of the bed and I pushed her down so I could suck her breasts. I delicately put my lips over her nipple and sucked it. I could tell she was arching her back so I could get all of her nipple and much as I could of her breast into my mouth. I softly circled her breast with my tongue - first counterclockwise, then clockwise - like tickling it with a feature - so light, so gentle. Meanwhile my other hand was fondling her other breast. There are times like this when I wish I had two heads, two pairs of lips and two tongues to pleasure each breast at the same time.

RJ laid back and let me suck her breasts - first one and then the other. It had been soooo long since I touched, licked, and sucked another woman's breast. Sure, I tried to squeeze my own breasts, but it wasn't the same as pleasing another woman.

It was about an even exchange - that is, RJ was in ecstasy over her breasts being loved, but I got thrills as I was part of loving her this way. As a kid we were sometimes told, "it is better to give than receive", and here the giving part was fantastic. My lips on her soft flesh, my tongue swishing around her nipples, and then when I gave little love bites to her nipples, I could feel her oozing and getting some excitement. (But, yes, I knew that in a few minutes, I would be arching my back for her touching me).

And, yes, that time had come, RJ pushed me over onto my back and started kissing my arms, my shoulders, and my belly. I WANTED her to come to my breasts, but she was teasing me into an orgasm. She moved down, and kissed my inner legs, about half way up to my vagina, but she wanted me to tingle. On the legs she also gave little love nips that sent shivers up and down my body.

She slipped a finger under my lacy panties and whispered huskily to me, "You are saturated".

Finally, after what must have been an hour, but was probably only a few minutes she brought her month to my chest. With the deftness of an expert, she had my bra off and thrown across the room in seconds.

She cooed to me, "Honey, I love your breasts. I'm going to make your whole body tingle."

I wasn't sure how she could make my body tingle even more than it already was.

She was a master as she wet my breasts and nipped my nipples. Her tongue circled my left breast - ever so tantalizing. Then my right breast.

Opening her mouth wide, she sucked my breasts, first just softly and then more and more fevered. I don't know how she did it, but it felt like she had almost all of my left breast in her mouth. Harder, with little love nips, she worked over my orbs. (And, I had my first orgasm of the day, the first orgasm in years that wasn't just part of pleasuring myself)

I jerked up and down as she woke all the tiny cells in my whole body. Little pinches to my nipples - whoosh - I knew she would have to wash the sheets later. My mind was racing, how could one month and one tongue arouse me so completely.

But, then, slowly - ever so slowly - RJ inched her kisses down my belly. There were little nips as she went.

I still had my panties on, but she gently removed them. RJ handled those fabric pieces so delicately, and then brought them to her nose and her mouth - to smell and taste MY juices. WOW. RJ asked if I wanted to smell them. My answer was "no", but I'd love to smell your panties"

I had never shaved my pubic area. My bush was fairly dark and fairly thick. RJ stopped at the top of my "golden triangle" licking my mons pubis, even rubbing that area with her chin.

RJ was a master. I felt like I was a Stradivarius violin and she was a master violinist. She hit the high notes and the low notes. She played with me and I responded. Then into that magical area of my outer vulva lips, which she spread apart some softly and sweetly with her hand and her tongue working together. Her tongue worked its way inside. I knew I was maybe as wet as some of the times that Amanda and I made love in college - but that was years ago when my body was younger and fitter.

The tremors were like a volcano that couldn't be stopped. Like the volcano, I spewed in a squirt which was new for me.

"More, More, Fuck Me" I shouted. And RJ obliged. A second orgasm followed. The complete ecstasy of RJ pleasuring me was beyond description.

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In a few minutes, RJ had broken through the years of neglect, the years of being with a man who just couldn't perform to the same level as RJ could.

But, I knew I HAD to pleasure RJ.

I started with a long, luscious kiss. Her tongue and her mouth still tasted like my pussy juices. When I pleasured myself, I loved tasting my beautiful fluids - and I was tasting my cum off a new lover's tongue. The thought of sharing my most secretive body juices with RJ was a real turn on for me (not that I needed even more reasons to be so excited)

While we kissed, my hands were fumbling with removing her stunning black lace bra. When we kissed, she reached down and unclasped a front bra clasp. Silly me trying to undo a back clasp bra!

I helped her get out of her dripping panties. This time I did stop to smell and feel them. Yummy!!

RJ's body had a lot of body art. Above her pubic area, she had a row of hearts- growing from either side into a large heart right above her vagina. I knew hearts were symbols of love, and I loved what was going to happen next.

She had a shaved pubic area.

My left hand was helping to spread her outer vulva lips open, and my right index finger was slipping - deep, deep, deeper into her sweet, dark, fleshy wetness. I heard a satisfied groan as my finger plunged into her. And, I heard swishes and splats as my finger swam through her juices. I fingered every part of her, going deeper into her vaginal channel, finding and caressing her clit. Circling my finger - touching all the surfaces, valleys and special places.

Suddenly she thrust herself up in an orgasm. I knew I was doing okay.

Soon, I replaced my finger with my tongue. What a heavenly taste - ambrosia - nectar of the gods. She pushed my head down so I could lick and taste her completely. I took a deep breath as my nose, mouth and tongue got into her. A pleasurable scream escaped her lips.

Oh, it was so good. It was so good to be with a hot woman again after 40 some years. My brain and body were so overwhelmed by the emotion that I cried some happy tears. She reached a second orgasm. It was amazing!!

All too soon, she and I were spent - done in by such deep and ecstatic love making. We lay naked on her bed, arm in arm, breast to breast.

About twenty minutes later, RJ stirred and got up to make us coffee. I already had the special cream in my mouth and on my tongue.

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To be continued in Julie finds a side hustle - part III