The story so far - A mature woman, Antonia, has rediscovered her interest in sex through a sapphic relationship with her old friend Sophia. She is drawn further into a world of sex and sensuality and the promise of new experiences, with a touch of mystery attached, enlivens her imagination.
I'd crawled into Sophie's bed around eleven and hadn't heard her return from her visit to her old mentor, Marta's. When I stirred the next morning she was asleep beside me. I sleepily moved to lie against her naked back and cuddled her, inhaling her musky scent and feeling her warm soft flesh under my hands.
As I woke slowly, I reflected on my past week under Sophie's spell. It still seemed like a wonderful dream. She had touched something deep within me that I had really only glimpsed before out of the corner of my psyche's eye. A world of sensuality and powerful lust mixed with a power beyond my imagination. There was mystery, but also a pervading confidence that I had found a true path to happiness and fulfillment. I knew this period with Sophie, long may it last, was just a stepping stone to a different life. I felt more alive and at peace with myself than ever before. Perhaps the experience of childbirth was my closest experience to this - not the pain and confusion, but the deep love and feeling of accomplishment of something truly important and human.
Sophie stirred languidly, stretched like a cat and turned onto her back where my hand could further explore her soft curves and yielding body. She stretched again and actually purred as I continued my gentle massage of her breasts, tummy and thighs. She gently took my hand and moved it to her public mound, pressing my fingers onto her clit as she opened her legs. I kissed her neck and rubbed her slowly and gently as she pushed her pussy onto my hand and my fingers slid along her moist slit.
She opened her eyes and clamped her legs shut, trapping my hand.
"Oh, Toni, what a great way to wake." she said. "But we should save ourselves for later." She released her grip on my hand and rolled to face me, our breasts and tummies touching. We entwined our legs and I rubbed my pussy on her thigh.
"Awww." I murmured, "A little tumble surely couldn't hurt." I said. I could feel her hard nipples against me and she was obviously trying not to grind her own pelvis into my leg.
"You are a bad girl, Toni." she blurted, using her greater strength to roll on top of me and straddle my hips while holding my shoulders to the bed. I struggled briefly, trying to reach her snatch with my hand but she was too strong.
Her large tits were hanging down and swaying in front of my face. I was getting very horny and tried arching my back and bucking my legs to move her off me. She was giggling and kept me immobilised and straining against her.
Eventually she collapsed on top of me and held my wrists, clamping my legs shut between her powerful thighs. I couldn't move or struggle against her anymore so I kissed her passionately on her mouth and went limp.
I realized how ridiculous I was being and began giggling, as did Sophie. We stayed locked together on the bed.
"You have become quite the nympho, Toni." Sophie smiled. "I love it."
"Yeah, it's all your fault, you know. You should have left me to dry up like normal old ladies. Now I want it all the time."
"Hey, no more 'old lady' crap, please. We are both in our prime and have years and years of glorious dirty sex ahead of us." she said. "My God, I saw Marta last night and she's seventy and still fucking almost every day, so let it go."
I opened my eyes wide. "Really? Seventy? Oh, good for her."
"Yeah, she's as spry and funny and smart as ever and has a stable of lovers. Years ago, I remember her saying that she'd have to be buried in 'Y' shaped coffin. She's certainly still on track for that!"
I must have been still sleepy because it took a moment for me to get the joke. When I did, I blurted a laugh.
"But where does she find lovers at that age? I wouldn't have thought there were too many able-bodied men around who could survive regular fucking."
"Oh, it's not just men, sweetie," replied Sophie, "she's as bi- as a cycle. She looks more like a hot sixty year old anyway and she has what she calls her 'systems' to find men to fuck. Apparently, she befriends couples in their fifties or sixties and, if the woman ever complains about her husband 'bothering' her for sex, she subtly offers herself as a proxie. It seems to work, but just as often, according to Marta, the woman finds she really is still interested in a bit of adventure and they end up in a ménage à trois. Sounds like a great plan to me. She also has her 'regulars' of course, widowers, people she's been with for years, including some of the other women in Mom's old tribe."
"So, you've caught up on your 'lost years' then?" I remembered how distressed Sophie had looked yesterday at the thought of losing contact with these women.
"Well, I've made a start. Marta greeted me as if there'd never been a break. She said they all kept up to date with what I'd been up to - they had an amazing level of detail, by the way - and are looking forward to reading my next book. She was incredibly warm and made me feel welcome and part of the old team. We talked about Mom, of course. There's still a lot of sadness there but apparently everyone wants to see me soon."
"That's great," I ventured. "Can you do that? I mean, see them. Aren't they scattered over the country?"
"Anthea's in New York, but the others all still live in California or up in Portland. They are meeting up soon - next week in fact - at a ranch one of them owns near Fresno - and I'm invited. I hope you don't mind me going away for a couple of days. I'd love for you to meet them too, but I think I need to have some time alone to reconnect with them first."
"Of course," I hugged her close. "I'm glad for you. I have a few things to do and a break will probably be good for my health," I smiled.
"Oh, I'd forgotten about your MILF waitress." said Sophie. "You should call her today so her fire doesn't go out."
I slapped her gently. "That's not what I meant! I have to see my accountant and lawyer and arrange...."
Sophie grinned and held her hand over my mouth.
"I love how you take the bait every time." she said. "But do call your new friend. I have a feeling it would do you good to be the dominant partner for a change." With that, she swung off me and the bed and walked to the bathroom.
I watched her gorgeous ass as she walked away and thought about what she'd said. I wondered at her assessment of me needing to be "dominant". It struck a chord. While I'd not been exactly submissive in my relationship with Sophie, it was she who clearly set the pace. I was enjoying that, but she obviously perceived a need in me to try something else. Again, her intuition surprised me.
It was 9.30 and a Friday. I assumed that Janice would be sleeping after her dinner shift at the restaurant so decided to wait a while before I called her. I followed Sophie to the bathroom where she was already under the shower. I stepped in with her and soaped her back and ass while she rinsed her hair, resisting the temptation this time to push my hand between her legs. We washed each other and she gave me the most exquisite head massage while shampooing and conditioning my hair.
"Have you thought about going blonde again?" she asked. My hair then was mousy with lots of gray.
"You think it would suit?" I asked. "I really don't want to look like mutton dressed as lamb, you know."
"It's be great." she said. "And a short cut would really suit you and be much more manageable when we go to the Med."
I'd worn my hair short when I was still swimming at college and for few years after, but had left it a shoulder length ever since.
