(All characters in this story are above the age of 18. If lesbian sex offends you in anyway, then you shouldn't be reading. This is my first submission so please do help me improve and enjoy!!)
Change although necessary is sometimes just the worst. 'I hate this stupid town' Samantha or Sam as she was usually referred to thought to herself. Her husband's latest promotion meant shifting across the country into a new state. Unfortunately, that meant leaving behind her family and limited (truth be told handful of friends) behind.
"This is a fresh start for us Sam." She remembered her husbands sugar laced words. Samantha and her husband Jeff had been married for 5 years. Now 28, the honeymoon days of her marriage seemed to be a distant memory. Jeff had been given a pivotal role in his new company, which meant long hours and many business trips. On the bright side, she would get the chance to explore this new town, she thought to herself.
As the last boxes were unloaded off the truck, Samantha worked her way into her new suburban paradise and began turning it from a house to a home. The first few days were uneventful. Jeff had left the very next day after their move, so Sam had some time to herself.
The door bell rang, as Sam opened it a beautiful middle aged woman stood at her doorstep with a small box in her hand. There was something about this woman, she was definitely older than Sam but it was evident she took great care of herself. Her skin was clear with a hint of a sun-kissed glow. Her ample breasts (definitely a C or D cup sam thought) complemented her shape and she wore an elegant casual dress to accentuate her curves. Samantha was awe-struck for a second.
"Hi, I'm Miranda, it's nice to meet you neighbour." She said in a relaxed but casual tone.
"Likewise, I'm Samantha. but you can call me Sam." She replied trying to seem confident. Somehow this woman had shaken her core.
Miranda's lips gently parted to say "Well...Sam, I live across the street. Why don't you come over for a glass of wine tonight? Does 7 sound good?" Sam felt a sense of comfort knowing she wouldn't be alone this evening.
"That sounds perfect." She replied to this alluring woman. Miranda handed Sam the cookies she had brought for her and headed across the street. She walked with a certain air of panache and grace. Sam couldn't help but notice her perfect physique. Sam was quite the looker herself, her breasts were smaller than her neighbours but her face radiated with a youthful glow and she prided herself on her well toned body, a testament to many years of disciplined workouts.
As the evening approached, Sam began to dress for the occasion. She chose to wear an elegant black dress which she hadn't worn in ages. She brought out her old faithful push-up bra. It was beyond her why she was dressing up so well, it's not like she had to impress this woman...did she?
Meanwhile, across the street Miranda was readying her trap for the evening. It wasn't very well known but Miranda was an aggressive seductor. On the surface she appeared to be a benign trophy wife but the truth was her greatest pleasure was to seduce seemingly straight married women. Some of her lovers referred to her as the Lesbian cuckoldress. The rush of corrupting a married woman would drive her with lust. Her husband had known her preferences, he chose to let her fulfill her needs as long as it was only women. Many-a-married women of the neighborhood had fallen prey to Miranda's 'cock' and none regretted it. Miranda caressed her breasts and gently ran her hands down her shapely body and smiled as she looked out of the window and saw Samantha walking towards her doorstep.
The door opened and both women smiled and wishes one another politely. Not wanting to lose a chance, Miranda moved close to Sam and hugged her firmly, but not too firm just enough so that their breasts gently pressed one another. Sam took a deep breath.
