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It was lovely spring day and I was just sitting on the porch sipping tea, thinking, and realizing I was about to turn fifty and felt very much alone. My husband died five years ago and I guess I never really got over it. We moved to this small Southern town from up North on a job transfer with hopes to retire here. Unfortunately my husband died before he could retire and I find myself with very few close friends and mostly lonely. I have one married Son who lives up North but is currently on a three-year work assignment in Japan.
I'm looking forward to the summer months because I keep myself pretty busy with the flowers and shrubs in my garden. When I'm not working in the garden, I enjoy sewing and doing needlepoint, of which I give away to various charity rummage sales. I try to keep a good positive attitude towards life and I'm in good physical shape. I'm 5'8", 140 pounds, I wear my dyed blond hair short and look pretty good for an old gal. Just before my husband died I had my breasts lifted and measure a sweet 36b,they look great and was one of the nicest birthday presents my husband had ever given me.
My face and skin still look pretty good but I can see that age is sneaking up fast though. Anyway on this particular day, I was standing on the sidewalk facing my front lawn and deciding what work will need to be done to the garden this year. A young lady that looked to be in her twenties walked by and greeted me with a "good morning" and I returned the greeting. "You have a beautiful yard mam" she complimented and I thanked her.
"Do you like gardening?" I asked.
She told me she loves to look and smell the different flowers but didn't know the various names of them all.
"I think I'll buy a book on flowers," she thought out loud.
We said our good byes and off she went. She was very friendly and pleasant I thought to myself, and I enjoyed the brief conversation.
The following week I was at the mall shopping and I stopped in at Hancock Fabrics for some drapery material to redo the den. There she was again, in the same isle I was in, walking towards me. It was same young lady that stopped and chatted with me last week and she noticed me,
"Twice in one week," I greeted her.
"It's so nice to see you again," she replied and we introduced each other.
"I'm Julie," she said shyly.
"I'm Rose," I told her.
"What a nice surprise, are you interested in sewing?"
"A little" she said. "I'm trying to learn how to make a dress just for fun, see if I can do it and thought I'd buy some cheap material to experiment with."
"Do you have a pattern?"
I do," she said, showing me the dress pattern.
"It looks pretty easy," I said, looking for it's simplicity. "You should be able to whip that up in a couple of days,"
"Well maybe, but I'm not very good at sewing, I'm sort of just doing it for fun."
"Do you live around here?" I asked.
"Yes I do," she said.
Julie told me she was doing her Masters in History at the university. It had been such a nice day the other day she went on to explain that she had decided to get off the bus a couple of stops early and walk it. She said that's why she was walking on my street when we met.
"Well if you walk it again, you're welcome to drop in and we can have a nice cup of tea and chat. I'll even loan you my book on sewing if you like, might save a few dollars." I said.
"That would be so nice, thank you."
We looked at some different materials together briefly and I was impressed with her enthusiasm and her interest in trying to learn a new skill. She seemed quite bright, well mannered and appeared interested when I spoke. I liked her. I paid for my purchases and as I was leaving Julie turned to me and told me that she'll stop in to visit the next time she decides to walk it.
"I'd like that very much," I told her and headed for my car in the parking lot.
During my short ride home my thoughts went Julie and how much I had enjoyed chatting with her. She seemed very positive and bubbly and she put me in a good mood for the day. I need to get out more I thought, and realized that it's not very often lately that I take the time to get close to anyone. Like I said, I'm usually very lonely and knowing that I feel more comfortable not getting into anyone's business by keeping my distance. That's probably why I haven't made any new friends in quite some time. Suddenly living alone after all those years of marriage can do that to someone I suppose. Anyway, that night I was recalling the day's events and thought about Julie. There was something different about her, some attracting feature I couldn't put my finger on, she was certainly pretty but above all she I was impressed at how pleasant and friendly she was towards me.
My thoughts of meeting Julie continued and I pondered as to why she had made such an impression on me. Maybe because she was young, but I didn't think about our age differences when we spoke. Oddly enough she was in my thoughts all afternoon. There were so many things about her I didn't know, and why should I care anyway? I never asked her if she was from around here and I could only guess her age, being in college and all. I hoped that she'd drop by sometime like she said she would and hoping that she knew I would enjoy her company.
That night I lay in bed and as usual, over the last couple of years, I played with my special playthings. The reality is that I'm horny as heck most of the time and even more so since my husband died. As crazy or perverted as it may sound, I love to play myself to sleep, a personal flaw of mine that I accept whole heartedly. I enjoy working myself up to a sexual frenzy, cum hard, and then fall asleep from exhaustion. I don't always cum these days but I sure and heck enjoy trying. Sex wasn't a big thing for me in the last few years before my husbands' death but shortly after, I became obsessed. On this particular night I slipped in one of my favorite porno DVDs to help me along.
As I watched the DVD my mind wondered again to Julie and fingered myself to an awesome orgasm. I had visualized what she would look like without clothes on. With her short jet black hair cut to just below her ears, wearing only her thick black stylish framed glasses that gives her that brainy intellectual look. Julie was slightly taller than me and she was certainly bigger breasted. Her young solid breasts stood high and proud, unlike my sagging aging excuse for tits! She reminded me of those demure looking librarians that look absolutely beautiful when they take off their glasses. I never considered actually having sex with other woman, but I have fantasized at thought of it sometimes when I'm masturbating.
I did have one girl on girl encounter if you can call it that. It was with my best friend Mary when we were twelve. We played Doctor and checked each other out but that was it and it was many years ago. Lately I've been turned on watching some of the girl on girl action on my X rated satellite channels but other than that I've never considered myself bi sexual in anyway, until maybe now. So I was a little surprised at how intense my orgasm was on this night because of the thought of Julie and what her young firm body might look like with no clothes. For the rest of that night until sleep set in, I was uneasy and confused about my feelings and new fantasies.
It had been several weeks now since I had seen Julie but to my surprise I had thought of her many times during my nightly frig sessions. I must be desperate, I thought, never considering on getting turned on by the thought another female, especially one so much younger than me but hey what the heck, I was getting some pretty good turn on thinking about her. The whole notion of a lesbian encounter was still a little uncomfortable, but yet very exciting. My fantasies had been running wild with all sorts of mental images and scenarios of things we would do together. So to my surprise, one afternoon, I was delighted to hear the doorbell ring and was greeted by Julie when I opened the door!
"Hi!" she said. "I was just passing by and remembered your kind invitation to drop in when I was around."
"Well for goodness sakes Julie, so nice to see you again."
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything"
"No of course not Julie, please come in."
As before, Julie had the most warming smile and today she looked even prettier. She followed me to the kitchen and I invited her to sit on the stool at the island and offered her something to drink.
"I'll take you up on that cup of tea offer if you don't mind" she asked.
"I was just about to put the kettle on, one tea coming up."
She talked about her classes being over this week and that she just wrote her last exam this morning. I busied myself fixing tea and was admiring her enthusiasm and pretty looks. I wonder how she'd react if she could read my thoughts! At that moment I felt like such a pervert, unlike the image I portray of a prim and proper elderly woman.
"So how do you think you did on your classes?"
As she spoke, I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing. Julie had worn a skin-tight white button up silk blouse, and tight black spandex pants that accentuated her waist, butt, and thighs. The top three buttons of her blouse were undone showing a little cleavage and I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring but I was mesmerized. After listening to her thoughts on how well she thinks she scored on her grades, I commented how nice she looked today. It may have not been the right response for the course of conversation but what the heck I had already said it.
Julie and I proceeded to have tea, I showed her around the house and brought her into a converted bedroom that is now my craft and sewing room to show her some of the needlepoint work I've done. We looked through some of my old sewing books and had a good laugh when I pulled out some old patterns I had collected over the years.
