My hand cupped her crotch as I stared into the surprised expression on her face. Her eyes were wide and her sweet lips begged to be kissed. I let mine just hover over hers for a moment. "Kate, I bet you'd taste nice down here." I pressed my hand firmly against her jeans. "Judy..." Her face moved up and down a few inches as we continued our stare, our lips still a breath apart, my palm rubbing what I'd dreamed about tasting.
Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself; maybe the fantasy is just a fantasy - maybe not.
For a year, Kate had been coming over once a week to help with the accounting in my home office while I worked on my fourth novel. I knew she needed the money and I needed the help. It was good for both of us.
She was older, maybe late-forties, and always had her four-year-old son with her. He had been a 'surprise child'. Her daughter was now grown and on her own. Mike, the second husband, had been not all she had expected. Now her savings were exhausted, the home lost, and they had been living in their car and then in someone's extra bedroom. Her looks didn't give that kind of impression, you know, the one of being homeless or destitute. She was tall, slim, her long black hair hanging to the middle of her back, and long legs that went all-l-l the way to the floor as they say.
I was just past fifty, well maybe 12 years past. It had been years since I'd had a lover hold me in bed. It wasn't that I'd not tried, just that I'd not succeeded. I would look in the mirror each morning and ask myself why no one lusted after me. I never heard an answer though. I stood once again in front of the mirror looking at my naked body, lifting my breasts in my hands and strumming my nipples with my thumbs, and twisting back and forth letting my reflection examine my not so bad looking body. I reached back and gave my ass a little slap. "Gorgeous," I squealed.
The warm water streamed over my body as I cleaned my pussy enough to make the goose bumps quiver and my knees weak. I finished washing my shoulder length gray hair and gave my cunt one last wash. "Oh Fuck!" I screamed this time as the orgasm rocked my body and drove me against the wall before I crumpled onto the shower floor. My motionless fingers still filled my pussy as I sat and watched the water circling the drain.
Six months ago I'd felt exactly like today, horny and in need of Kate's pussy against my mouth, hers against mine - something that had not happened. She'd even called that day and said she would be without her son, she never was, and she wasn't. That moment was lost. I'd assumed maybe the next week would be different. It wasn't and she told me Mike had promised to be different. He wasn't. He never was. I knew it, she didn't. She was like a yo-yo and I was the floor, the spinning wheel almost touching me.
Still sitting on the shower floor, I thought about a time both of them came over just to visit. She was wearing a dress and her long legs were stretched out on the couch across from my chair. The hem rode up along her thigh as she shifted back and forth while we talked. Her hand lay against bare skin above the knee. I thought about what I'd do if it were my hand, how I'd push it up higher, maybe against some damp hair, maybe there weren't any panties covering that hair, maybe there wasn't any hair around that lovely opening. I imagined the folds of skin being even and short as it surrounded that beautiful pink part hiding inside.
"How's the book coming?" Mike asked shocking me from the dream state I was enjoying.
"Fine," I tersely replied never being willing to talk about current writing projects, not even to friends far closer than he. "Another beer?"
He chugged the remainder and handed me the bottle. "Sure." Kate's bottle was nearly full, "I'm fine," she said. As I turned and walked towards the kitchen I thought, "Yup!"
The top flipped from the bottle into the garbage as I sneaked yet another peek at Kate. Her skirt now exposed her bare ass just a little. "No panties," I whispered under my breath. Still hidden by the island, my pussy almost let off a cloud of steam as I pressed the cold bottle under my dress. I imagined hearing a sizzle. It was all I could do to move.
"Need a hand in there?" Kate called out.
I knew if she came in, I would wrestle her to the floor and fuck her brains out, so I remained silent as I walked back. "Thanks," I said.
Mike was oblivious as she let her hand disappear under her skirt for a moment and her tongue slipped once across her lips, before taking a big sip of beer. Her legs moved, one more than the other leaving a lovely view between them.
"Your first novel was very popular," Mike said. He wasn't much of a conversationalist.
"It's in the third printing now." If I could just push a button and make him disappear. I pushed another button and the fourth quarter of a football game appeared on the TV.
"Great!" he yelled out. "Look at him go."
"Want to help me with some chips?" Kate followed into the kitchen. "In the pantry," I pointed towards a frosted glass door. She knew where it was, but I was just trying to control my nervousness.
She opened the door and I stood behind her inside the small room. As she reached up to the top shelf, her skirt rode up. She paused, neither grabbing the bag nor letting her hand come back down. My hand lingered just over her hip. Maybe I touched the fabric, I don't know, but her hip now rested against my hand as she looked back at me. My fingers pressed the material into the crevice of her crack and slid further down until the tips of my fingers were touching the swollen skin at the bottom of her pussy. "Oh-h," she softly moaned staying in the same position for a moment.
"Twenty-one to nothing!" Mike yelled bringing us back to the reality of the moment.
Kate held the bag of chips as she stood in front of me, her other hand against my waist. A sensual smile rested below her nose as she paused for longer than needed to regain her balance. She had not lost her balance.
