I'm finishing my walk around the neighbourhood when I see Sharon, a long time friend of my mum, walking toward me. Actually, she first met my mum as her babysitter. She also babysat for me, and when she did, I always felt attracted to her, but I never recognised it as a sexual thing.
Sharon has just turned sixty, but you'd never know it to look at her. She keeps herself very fit, has a lovely face and long straight brown hair that flows across her shapely C cup boobs, highlighting the cleavage that her tight V-neck top is revealing.
"Hey, Sharon."
"Mary! How lovely to see you! What are doing back in town? I thought you'd been at uni in Melbourne."
"That's right, but it's school holidays, so I'm camping out at mum's for a couple of weeks."
"My, what a lovely young woman you are now, Mary."
"Well, you too, Sharon."
She giggles at that. She loves flattery, and it's not hard to give, with her looks.
"So what are you up to, Mary?"
"Just going for a walk, you?"
"I just popped into the shops for some makeup." Sharon is high maintenance, but her hard work shows. "This is my place here, want to come in for a drink?"
"Sure, I could use something. It's deceptively warm today."
As she leads us up the footpath to her house, I can't help but admire her shape and the suggestive wiggle of her bum as she walks.
We go in and it's nicely cool inside. Her decorating taste is as elegant as her dress - modern but not severe. It looks like a spread from a home magazine, but invitingly comfortable.
"Have a seat, Mary. What would you like? Wine, orange juice, apple black currant juice, sparkling water?"
"It's a bit early for wine," I reply, "apple juice would be lovely." I sit on the sofa and sink in, feeling it start to swallow me, almost sensuously.
She brings me a tumbler of juice and hands it to me. I see that she has a glass of white wine. She sits opposite me in a chair matching the sofa. I gulp my juice and she sips her wine.
She is smiling at me and I return the smile. Her face is beautiful, almost sculpted. Aside from the inevitable wrinkles from her sixty years, she would be the envy of any woman.
Her long hair tumbles down onto her lovely boobs. Her top is cut deep enough to show the perfect amount of her cleavage without looking slutty. My heart increases its pace as her loveliness starts affecting me. Her long lean legs are crossed. Her short skirt reveals strong calf and thigh muscles - perfect for intense scissoring, I briefly muse.
"So how have you been, Sharon?" I ask to break out of my light trance.
"Oh, I'm okay, considering."
"Considering what?"
She sighs and thinks for several seconds. "You know my third marriage ended, right?"
"Uh, no, I didn't." I haven't been in touch with her for a couple of years to stay abreast of the ongoing saga of her love life. The last I knew, she was with her second husband. Mum always said that Sharon was the beautiful princess who craves constant adoration, and can't stand being alone because it deprives her of that. So she rushes into deep relationships before really knowing the guys.
"Yes, he was getting depressed and wouldn't do anything about it, despite my urging. He then started getting abusive."
"Oh, that's no good, Sharon," I say. I think about adding,
"Why are you such a shit magnet?"
but I bite my tongue and resist.
"I know, I always seem to attract the needy ones," she says. That would be right. Her need to be worshipped attracts needy men. It's a shame, because so many men would want her, or indeed many women, like myself.
"And I just moved out from a boyfriend's place a few weeks ago." I almost choke - my goodness, another one!
"Aw, I'm so sorry, Sharon," I reply, trying to think of something else to say that won't be insulting. "You are so gorgeous and sexy, you should be able to find someone who truly appreciates you."
"I don't know, Mary, maybe I'm destined to be lonely," she says, her voice breaking a tiny bit.
We sit in silence for a minute. Then I say, "It's important to love yourself, then you can find the one who will truly love you."
Sharon looks at me, her jaw dropping a tiny bit, seeming amazed. "Wow, Mary, that's so true. I wish I could feel content by myself, but it's hard for me." She drifts off into thought, which I let her go with.
I get brave and steer the conversation in a new direction. "You do take care of your, uh, physical needs, right?"
Sharon laughs and says, "Oh, yes, I'm not stupid! It feels great, but afterwards, I feel empty without someone beside me."
"I know what you mean, Sharon. My partner moved away just before COVID hit, and with the lockdowns and all, it's been hard to find someone else. Like you, I do keep myself amused with fingers and toys, helped along by reading and writing hot stories on Literotica."
"Oh really, you write dirty stories?"
"I prefer the term erotic writing, but yeah, you can call them dirty stories."
"Oh my, maybe I'll have to read some."
I decide to get seriously bold. "It's always nice to have someone kiss you softly as they hold you in their arms," I say, being careful with my pronouns to not give away my secret just yet. "Arousing you with their tenderness, their soft caresses with their hands on your body."
I see Sharon start to wriggle as my words begin to affect her. She gulps down the remainder of her wine. I get no objection yet from her, so I continue. "Soft hands teasing everywhere as they kiss you deeper, then daring to brush the side of your boob. Oh, that always makes me ease into the sofa or bed and start to surrender to their loving touch."
Sharon gazes at me and starts breathing more heavily, reacting to my words and silently acknowledging their truth. "When they finally run their fingers over my boob, I have to let out a low sigh. At their touch on my nipples, I moan, my passion flaring in a way I cannot ignite on my own."
Sharon gasps and says, "Oh, Mary, you are so right. I miss that." I see her boobs heave with her panting, and I gaze at her lovely cleavage, my desire for her growing.
Emboldened by her agreement, I continue. "When they glide their hand up my leg is when I complete my surrender. My legs fly apart to give them total access to my pussy, which is getting quite wet by now." Sharon uncrosses her legs and holds them tightly together, desperately afraid that they will spring apart as in my story, causing her skirt to hike up and reveal her knickers.
"Oh, Mary," she cries softly.
"Their hand glides inside my thigh, higher, driving me wild. Their other fingers stroke my nipple, which is rock hard now. Finally, I feel a finger rub my pussy slit through my knickers and I grunt. The finger slides up and down..."
"Oh God, Mary, what are you doing to me?" Sharon shouts. "I'm burning with desire now, but I don't have someone to do what you are saying. I'm going crazy."
I stop my sexy narrative, smile broadly at her and pause. Then I say, "Don't you? I'm here, and I'm very willing."
Her jaw drops to the floor. Then she realises it and slams her mouth shut again. She gazes at me in stunned silence, taking in the breaking news.
"You did know I was lesbian, didn't you, Sharon?"
Sharon splutters, "Uh, oh, um, no I didn't know that, Mary." She is at a loss for more words for a few seconds. "Oh, but I'm not."
I smile again. "Maybe not yet, or maybe you will decide you want both. Anyway, right now we are both very excited and we should take advantage of that. I very much want to make you feel so good, possibly better than you have ever felt."
"Oh, I can't, I mean I never have."
"I would love to make your first time wonderful, Sharon. I've desired you for so long, but I've never dared to say anything because I was either too young or you were with a guy and you are so far out of my league."
"Oh, Mary, I'm not out of your league, but I've never thought about being with a woman, especially a lovely young woman like you." She pauses as her head spins with the unexpected thoughts and feelings I have tossed at her. "How can I..." she whispers, lost in a whirlwind of emotions.