Neglected woman (3)
Hi, my name is Sarah O'Connor. I am 42, married with 2 kids. I am 5'8, blonde, blue-eyed, 36 c breasts and in good shape. My husband, Frank and I have been married for 12 years. When we first got married, we used to have sex regularly, at least 2 or 3 times a week. Now it is more like once a month. I still yearn for the thrill and excitement of good hard sex. As this is not being met at home, I have started to look elsewhere. I have recently started chatting to guys and girls in online chatrooms, sometimes going on camera with a few for a bit of excitement. I have attended a dogging night, where I was fucked several times and met a young guy for sex in my car. Though the sex was good, it still left me unfulfilled and I have a fear of catching an STI. I am bemused at the situation I find myself in, so I am taking my frustrations out by going to the gym more frequently.
At the gym, I have become close friends with a few of the other women there, whom we arrange to meet for the gym sessions, go swimming and meet for coffee. They are like me, aged between mid-30 to mid-40, some married or in relationships, the others are single. It's a mixture of straight, bi and lesbian women in all shapes and sizes. They are a great bunch to meet up and vent too. We all have issues, whether it's losing weight, getting back into shape, our personal or professional lives or just meeting with other women to have a social outlet. It's a place to bitch about our home life, work, husbands, wives or partners. One of the women I was friendly with was Mary. Mary was bisexual, in her thirties, divorced, with no kids, but had been seeing a married woman from her workplace for the past year. She explained to me that she had always been bi-curious, but had never acted on it before or during her marriage.
She had hooked up with her colleague on a night out after a conference that they had attended. Since then, they had lunch together every day and would meet at Marys once or twice a week, for dinner and sex. She didn't think there was a future in the relationship as her friend would not leave her husband due to the kids or the scandal it might cause socially and professionally. So Mary had started to use lesbian dating apps for hook ups and also went to a lesbian bar/club a few times. Just talking about it makes me very curious and horny. I find certain women very attractive and have often thought about having sex with another woman, but never really acted on it in a serious way. I kissed a few girls and played a game of dare when I was younger. I remember giving a girl a drunken kiss on holidays, but that's all.
I always put it down to me just having a huge sexual appetite, which had been suppressed during my marriage, work and kids. For the next few days I couldn't get it out of my head. I had taken to watching some lesbian porn while masturbating. This didn't help as it only seemed to make me even hornier. I decided to use a lesbian dating app to meet someone. I signed up for an app called "
Pink Cupid"
. I wasn't 100% on what type of woman I was after, just looking for my first experience. I filled out the profile, making sure to tell the truth that it was my first time and that I was married and was looking for sex. I posted several pictures of myself but with my face either turned away, to the side or with sun glasses on. Once I had joined, I was able to view all the women who were members. I narrowed my filter settings down to women who were online, had pictures and were aged between 18 and 50.
They had to be lesbian or bisexual, single and within 50 km from my home. Most of the older women were looking to meet someone for a relationship or friendship, while the women I was looking for were those who just wanted someone for sex. The first one to catch my eye was a young woman. Ann was 19, in college, had a boyfriend but was bi-curious. She wanted to meet someone for her first experience. She posted some pictures of herself fully clothed and some in her bra and panties, with her head blacked out. She was 5'4" with long blonde hair, 36DD with a round bottom. I messaged her and got a reply within a minute. She was interested in meeting up. As neither of us could accommodate, she suggested that we meet at a park close to where she was staying. We agreed to meet there at 8 o' clock the following evening by a grotto next to the back carpark.
We could message one another using the app if someone was running late. I arrived a little early and was worried she might not show up as it was raining heavily and she was going to be walking. The carpark was quiet enough, with only a handful of cars there. I parked the car in such a way as I could see the grotto clearly; though between the rain and how late it was, it was getting dark. At about 2 minutes to 8, a young woman with an umbrella walked up to the grotto. It must have been her. I messaged her using the app that I was there and then proceeded to get out of the car to walk towards her. Just then she looked at her phone, and then looked up as if looking for me. When she saw me, she waved and started to walk towards me. I waved back at her and pointed towards my car, then proceeded to sit in the back of it. Ann walked to the other side, shook off her umbrella and coat before getting in.
She was wearing a long coat over a knee- length flowery dress that showed her cleavage with short ankle boots. She had made an effort, with her appearance, while I looked like I hadn't, as I was in my gym gear, leggings, sneakers, gillet and tank top.
"
Oh god, it's raining cats and dogs tonight",
she says, getting in.
"Oh I hope I don't get your car seats all wet,"
she says apologetically.
"
That's ok,
" I say.
"I was worried you might not show up as it's quite a bad night
".
"
Oh, I am used to walking around in the rain and I was looking forward to meeting you,
" she said, smiling.
As we sat and chatted in the car about college, her boyfriend, my work and my marriage, the rain continued to fall and it was getting darker. Most, if not all the cars had left the carpark at this stage. The windows in the car had fogged up due to our breathing, leaving us in the dark, except for the light from an outdoor light in the carpark. Ann removed her coat, to make herself more comfortable and sat back leaning against the door.
"I hope you don't catch a chill," I said, admiring her body.
"I'm sure you'll find a way of keeping me warm," she laughed.
"I'll do my best,"
I replied as I removed my Gillet.
"So what made you decide to join the app and try out women,"
