Michelle was frustrated. Her husband was overseas on business, leaving her to roam their big house alone.
James had been gone a month, and wouldn't return for another month. She loved her husband, or thought she did, but she was getting antsy and unsure of things. Their sex life had been declining lately, supposedly because of the demands of his work, and now this separation was leaving her lonely and unfulfilled. Michelle suspected that James wasn't going without sex while he was in London, but she lived a pretty isolated life in their secluded suburb. She didn't work, so her opportunities to meet people were limited, and the few men she did encounter failed to do anything for her.
In her husband's absence, she had made liberal use of her vibrator. While that helped, she craved a human touch. She couldn't understand why James had begun to turn away from her, but he certainly had. She wasn't bad looking at all. In fact, she had always been complimented on her looks, but she had never considered herself sexy, perhaps because she'd always been shy and very insecure around men. She had lucked into her relationship with James, and had been stunned when he'd asked her to marry him. All of her friends at college had marveled over the fact that she'd landed such a go-getter, a fact that he was using against her more and more.
Michelle found herself in her bedroom, where she happened to pass the full-length mirror that hung on her closet door. She stopped for a moment to assess her looks. She was in her early 30s, with a tall, slender build. She kept her dark brunette hair cut very short, the better to frame her large blue eyes, which contrasted notably with the olive complexion she had inherited from her mother, who was a full-blooded Italian. Her breasts were small, but sat up high and proud without much support.
At that moment, her reverie was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. "Hey good looking, what are you up to," said the voice at the other end of the line. Michelle felt a thrill run over her. It was her old friend Allison from college. They had been roommates for two years at their sorority, and best friends before that, and they had stayed in touch ever since. They had been extremely close as coeds, and, in fact, it had been Allison who had introduced her to James.
"Hey girl, I'm doing just fine. What about you?" Michelle answered. "To what to I owe the pleasure of this call?"
"I'm in town on business, I've got some free time, and I'd really like to see you guys," Allison said.
"Well, James is overseas for a couple of months, but I'd love to," Michelle said.
Allison grinned lustfully at this news as she kicked back in the chair in her hotel room. How perfect. She was done with her business for the day, and she wanted to see her old roomie, catch up on old times and maybe, just maybe, make the move she'd been hesitant to make back in their college days.
After a little small talk, they agreed to meet at the hotel bar where Allison was staying. Michelle hung up the phone and tried to get a handle on her tumultuous feelings. She had often fantasized about having sex with another woman, and most of the time Allison had been the subject of those fantasies, and why not? Allison just oozed sex appeal. She was nearly as tall as she was, a couple of inches under six feet, with long wavy blonde hair and a curvy body that could stop traffic.
Moreover, Allison had always encouraged Michelle and had always gone out of her way to boost her self-esteem. Under Allison's influence, Michelle had become more positive about herself and more self-assured. Still, Michelle had often envied Allison for her sexiness and the ease with which she attracted men. In fact, she had often been vaguely jealous of the attention men paid to her roommate, and had decided long after they had gone their separate ways that if Allison had ever made a pass at her, she wouldn't have turned her away. But she never had, despite their obvious mutual attraction.
Now, however, Allison had invited her to come into the city for drinks and dinner that evening, and Michelle wasn't sure what would happen, or what she wanted to happen. Would Allison try to seduce her? And if she did, how would she respond? What would happen if Allison didn't make an attempt? Would she be even more frustrated? Or was she letting her imagination go too far?
Michelle decided to let events take their course, and see how it flowed. As the time drew near, she drew a bath to relax and prepare for the evening. As the warm water covered her body, she felt herself getting hot between her legs. She'd gone too long without sex, and it was getting to her. Sex hadn't been a big motivator in her life as a youth, but once she'd gotten used to it and learned to enjoy it, she found she missed it when she went a significant period of time without it.
On impulse, she decided to shave her pussy. She'd done it once before, and James' reaction had been very favorable. Indeed, he'd fucked her twice in succession right there in the bathtub after she did it. But it had been a pain to keep it shaved, and she'd eventually let her hair grow back. Sitting upon the side of the tub, she soaped herself and bladed the dark pubes until she was naked as a schoolgirl between her legs.