As Kate walked, she could feel her nipples pushing against her bra. They were almost painful. They were tender from the overeager mouth of Dee, her lover from earlier in the week. She never thought that at this point in life she'd be enjoying time with several play partners. Her whole life had been one of restraint, even adopting a façade of asexuality or at the very least—unknowable privacy. She had been married to a man, then divorced and unenthusiastically involved in a hetero relationship more recently.
At 51, Kate's thick black hair had acquired silver highlights. She thought it looked good against her brown skin and enjoyed the way it changed in the light. She moved with a confidence and ease that turned people's eye. It amused Kate because that didn't happen when she was 20. She supposed that it was that her body was light and nimble from her new sexual openness. The looks of appreciation she got from other like-minded women always gave her a thrill.
There had been a little part of Kate that worried that if she let herself be truly known, she wouldn't be able to stop. As a younger woman, Kate was too cautious, afraid even, of giving into her desire. A short affair in grad school told her about her true passions. It was a woozy time of little sleep, noisy sex and disapproving looks from some as she and her girlfriend gazed at each other with undisguised lust. Her only fantasies involved other women, and her affair was deeply sexual and satisfying. It was clear to her that she had always been a lesbian, just way too worried about what that meant in a time frame and place where it could have horrible consequences for her. Now she felt that she had to be true to herself, not to mention that her sex drive made it impossible for her to be closeted.
At present, she was on her way to meet another woman, Carla. Her tender nipple made her remember her afternoon with Dee.
Kate had knocked on Dee's door and was ushered in quietly. Dee locked the door behind them, and for a moment, there was a small concern that this was a terrible mistake.
Dee became more friendly and motioned that they should go to the bedroom. It was just a short moment later that Dee reached up and hungrily kissed Kate. Surprising as it was, they were both totally naked within minutes.
Dee had let out a soft gasp and groan when she'd removed Kate's bra. With palms outstretched, she pulled and pushed both of Kate's breasts with enthusiastic appreciation. Kate's breasts were lush and full and always responsive. She enjoyed Dee's warm, soft hands and vocal appreciation.
Dee bent down and took Kate's right nipple into her mouth. The sensation made Kate a little dizzy. It was different than playing with herself. Dee's sucking and pulling wasn't gentle or done with the intention of enhancing Kate's pleasure, but emerged out of Dee's personal lust. And yet it made Kate feel powerful to elicit such lust. Usually married women were tentative, unsure about initiating sex once the decision had been made, but not Dee. It was clear that Kate was about to get consumed.
The sudden pain snapped Kate out of her drowsy, blissful submission. For a second she had no idea it was pain, but just another layer of sensation. It was Dee's teeth on her swollen, sensitive nipple, biting down harder than she needed to.
