If she had to blame it on anyone, it would be the drywall guy. One moment she was sailing along threw her somewhat placid and predictable life, relatively content with herself and everyone else, giving and getting no more or less than she felt was deserved.
The next moment she's face to face with her own sexuality. Forced to stay home while the drywall guy plastered the new addition, she quickly ran out of things to do. Sitting there with the gray tarp between them, listening to him breath as he applied the plaster, she found herself imagining what he'd be like. She could just see him throwing her over the back of the couch and taking her from behind. He would say things too, like "take it bitch." And he would make her touch herself.
Her pussy throbbed with need and although she was so turned on she could barely stand it, she knew she wouldn't fuck the drywall guy. Instead she waited in anticipation and when Garey came home she fairly attacked him, fucking him with an abandon she hadn't felt in years.
What's wrong with me? She wondered the next morning. Barely awake Garey had flipped her over and pounded out his usual morning ritual. Today though, instead of appeasing her and starting her day out right, she felt out of sorts and restless. She lay in bed, her hands sneaking under the covers to tease her nipples. She wanted.....something.
Her hands drifted down to her shaved pussy. Yes, that would satisfy the urge for now, but would it feed the need? She didn't think so. She closed her eyes and just let her mind wander as her fingers dipped slowly into her wetness. She tried to imagine Garey using his talented tongue on her. She imagined how hot it made her when she sucked him. Good memories, but they weren't doing the trick. Feeling naughty, she called up an image of the drywall guy, hot and sweaty and naked. Almost, but not quite,
Frustrated, she got up, threw on an oversized shirt and wandered to the kitchen for coffee.
"Hi Mom!" Her daughter's voice almost sent her through the roof.
"What? The hell?" Her startled gaze took in her daughter and another girl seated at her table sipping cups of coffee.
Kelly laughed. "Did you forget I was coming this weekend? Remember, it's Debbie's birthday?"
Sara nodded and hugged her daughter. "Of course I remembered. You just startled me that's all. I wasn't expecting you so early." Thank goodness I remembered to put a shirt on, she thought.
"Mom, this is Rachel. She didn't have anything else to do this weekend so I invited her to come hang out by the pool while I visit with Debbie. You don't mind, do you?"
Kelly was always adopting someone as a pet project so Sara wasn't at all surprised. She was however, absolutely astounded by her reaction to Kelly's new friend. Suddenly she was sixteen again with a crush on the cutest boy in school. Only this was a girl. A young woman. With long, lush brown hair and gypsy brown eyes. Sara turned away quickly, fumbling for a coffee cup. She took her time pouring and stirring, hoping to regain some composure.
When she turned again the girls were already headed up the stairs. Her gaze lingered on the snug jeans of her daughter's new friend. She spent the rest of the afternoon alternating between sneaking looks at Rachel as she lay by the pool and calling herself a pervert while she wondered what was happening to her. Yes, she could admit to herself that she had always secretly found the female body to be alluring. She wasn't above checking out a nicely built woman and enjoying the view. But she had never even considered touching another woman.
And yet, here she was the crotch of her jeans damp, her hand pressed tightly against her vulva as she watched. Her breath caught in her throat when Rachel sat up, looked around, and then pulled her top off. Suddenly all she could think of was holding those beautiful mounds in her hands and burying her face in between them. She almost moaned aloud as her mind filled with images of Rachel's nipples hard against her tongue.
What was wrong with her?
A trip to the store did little to change her train of thought. Driving down the road, purposely thinking of nothing, an image of Rachel spread wide on her bed flooded through her consciousness. At the store, she found herself fondling the bananas while she imagined sliding it in and out of the young girl's pussy. On the ride home she stopped at the liquor store. A nice glass of wine and a long soak in the hot tub was just what she needed.
The wine made her horny and she positioned herself so that the jets hit her just right. Her mind filled with images of Rachel. It couldn't hurt to imagine, could it. It wasn't like she'd ever do anything about it. She reached down and slid a finger over her swollen clit. In her mind she saw herself bury her face in the younger woman's lap. She imagined breathing deeply of the musky scent and slowly pushing her legs open. She imaged Rachel would be wet, ready, begging her to lick her. Her own pussy was getting very slick as she pictured Rachel writhing in anticipation, her dark eyes begging silently.
What would it be like to kiss her? Sara wondered, fingers starting to quicken. What would it be like to slip her tongue between those perfect red lips and touch tongue to tongue? What would she do if Sara were to walk right up to her and kiss her? Would she pull back and slap her? Or would she melt into Sara's arms and press those delicious tits against her own? Sara moaned lightly and slid her other hand down to fill her aching hole. She ground her clit against the other hand as she pictured holding Rachel by her long hair while she devoured her mouth and pulled at her nipple.
Sara muffled a scream as she came. Feeling suddenly exposed, she quickly left the hot tub and headed for her room. There was a naughty, guilty feeling nagging her. You didn't do anything wrong, she told herself. It's only wrong when you do something.
Rachel was in the kitchen, head in the refrigerator and barely clad backside in clear view. Sara's breath stopped.
Rachel turned and smiled. "Hi! I saw you out in the hot tub. I was going to come join you but you looked like you wanted to be alone." Sara couldn't tell if her smile was sly or just plain sexy.
"You can use the hot tub any time you'd like." Sara mumbled as she slid by that delectable rear end. She then stood at the counter and pretended to be pouring wine while casting side long glances at her daughter's friend.
