One night last summer I was awakened by the sound of what I first thought to be a wounded animal. I listened for a few more minutes then realized it wasn't a wounded animal, but it was the moans of a climaxing woman!
Almost immediately I felt my pussy flex as some of my juice oozed into my panties. I never really paid any attention to the sounds of lovemaking. However this caught my attention. I put on some slippers and my nightshirt and opened up my cabin door to try to determine which direction the moans were coming from. I walked slowly towards the incredible sound of this woman who was obviously being more than just satisfied. In fact it sounded like she was getting the fucking of a lifetime.
I could see a fire pit blazing away just ahead so I bent down and crawled over behind some shrubs and found a great peeking spot. My pussy was probably hotter than the fire especially once I got focused on what was going on. Lying there on a sleeping bag next to the fire was the prettiest sight I had seen. Now I normally have never found myself fantasizing about women, more specifically a full-figured woman but this woman was absolutely gorgeous! She looked to be in her late 30's, she had soft copper-brown hair that went half way down her back. It was straight. She was about 5'3" and looked to be about 200 pounds give or take.
Now this woman was thick, but she wore her weight well. She was full, yet firm. Her legs were short in length, but the muscles in those tree stumps were very pronounced. I'm guessing she was about a 40D and had the tightest looking ass. This point just looking at her in the glow of the fire had my pussy burning. I waited a few seconds to see if her lover who was giving her the mega-fuck would reappear. She just lay there rubbing her full breasts and caressing her round tummy. I noticed she had a bottle of liquor next to her on one side and a tote bag of some sort on the other.
After almost 5 minutes, still no sign of anyone else, when she turned over onto her side and lifted one leg up in the air and began rubbing her asshole with two fingers. I was getting so turned on I caught myself rubbing my own tits, and felt my cunny juice running down my panty seam onto my thigh. I watched in amazement as this woman started masturbating with purpose.
She was working one finger in her ass, while her other hand reached into the tote bag and revealed a slim style vibrator. She turned it on, and I could hear its hum over the crackling of the fire. She first started on the side of her face with it, then worked it around her neck, from side to side in a very seductive manner. She brought it around and down into her valley of cleavage. She took her time with it in between her monster tits. I reached down and stuck my hand in my panties (which were about 95% soaked) and felt my clit standing at attention, needing attention. I let out a soft moan, but I guess it wasn't soft enough.
My sexy masturbator suddenly stopped and looked around. I noticed she made no attempt to cover herself, or even shut the vibrator off, but looked around as if she wanted to find the culprit and include them. I was motionless with one finger buried up in my pussy while trying to keep from moaning again when suddenly it happened. I was so nervous that I started to pee uncontrollably! I was dead in the water now. She looked right in my direction when she heard my piss streaming out of me. She called out that whoever was out there, to show themselves at once.
I was scared, but I think I was more excited at everything to this point. I stood up in the clearing and she simply smiled and asked if I was alone and I nodded to her that I was. She beckoned me to approach and I did. My nipples stood out like little bullets in my clingy nightshirt. I am normally a shy, self-conscious woman when it comes to my body, but I felt natural around this mysterious woman. Let me describe myself to give better perspectives on the matter.
I am very short, 4'10", and I, too am a little on the plump side at 175 pounds. I have small breasts for my build though. I am only a 36B. I started to say something as I got closer to her, but she placed a finger to her lips and made a shushing sound. She was even more attractive up close than from a distance. She had modest makeup on, and I noticed her hair was more amber red, with copper highlights. She smelled incredible. Between the scent of her sex, and her body perfume, I was almost drunk from inhaling her aromas.
Her skin was flawless to look at. No sagging areas, no stretch marks or anything other than a cute little tattoo of a horseshoe with a pair of cherries above her pussy. It was so cute. I wondered what it represented, but this was not the best time to be overly concerned with a tattoo's significance. She reached out and rubbed my face softly with her hand. I felt so at ease, but I still couldn't believe what I was doing, and with another woman! Her touch was unlike any touch I had felt before.
It's not that it was anymore delicate than other touches, but because it was from a woman it felt so soothing. Now me being a 40-something divorce' who was raised in a very strict church environment, was blown away at how erotic, and I guess for lack of a better term; perfect this felt. She continued to massage my face, and neck with one hand and she leaned closer forward and gently kissed my ear. A bolt of electricity shot through me and I felt my pussy dripping again. I placed a hand on her cheek and felt how healthy and fresh her skin was. It was obvious this woman took great care of her skin. I don't think a flower's petals could ever be this soft.