A few months ago, I celebrated my 50th birthday. It was a lonely celebration, my ex-husband entice my kids to move and attend college near him on the West Coast. I received my customary long distance greetings by phone. I celebrated by watching television by myself. I was watching the movie The First Wives Club. There was a scene in the movie when Diane Keaton went searching for her daughter in a lesbian club. I was captivated by the variety of women with no misgivings openly mingling hoping to meet their ideal woman . Even though it was only a movie, I was caught up by the possibility of entering into a lesbian relationship.
My marriage ended 8 years ago after 20 years of marriage. I caught Ken in bed with his secretary. It wasn't a case of Ken leaving me for a younger woman, in fact she was the same age as me. We became bored with our marriage. Our sex life was never exciting, it was just complementary sex. In spite of raising 3 kids, I can take pride in maintaining a size 6. Sure my tits and ass are sagging, and drooping, but I still blush when a man in their thirties ask me for a date. I go out with some of them, but I feel they eventually will want to date a younger woman. On the evening of my birthday, I look in the mirror, and I noticed the vague lines forming around my eyes, and the slight graying of my black hair. I made a declaration that I know I am getting older, and I will explore new opportunities for personal fulfillment. All I want is for someone that can satisfy me sexually, except that I want to try it with a woman.
Finally on a Friday night, I muster the courage to go to a lesbian bar in the village. I did a lot of research before I decided on this particular bar. I scouted the neighborhood numerous times, before I noticed the bar attracted a diverse professional crowd. When I entered, I felt I was being examined under a microscope. I was fascinated by the vast diversity of women. I met women of different ethnic groups, of different sizes, and of different regions in the US and the world..
After a few moments, I set my sights on an Asian woman at the end of the bar. I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Lian, and she was waiting for a friend from Boston. Lian was an analyst in midtown, and she always met Marge here whenever she visits from Boston. Initially, she was very discreet about her personal life, because her family would not approve it. After a couple sip of wine, Lian confessed that she is 28 years old, and in her culture, a girl should be married by now and raising a family. Her friend Marge is an older woman, and an acclaimed researcher in the field of Health Care Science. They met when Lian was on assignment to research Marge's company. Lian was mesmerize by Marge's presentation, and subsequently satisfy by Marge's tender loving services. Marge is the first and only female lover for Lian , and Lian is unsure how far the arrangement will last. They meet on a monthly basis, rotating their respective cities, and sometimes they will vacation at exotic places. The arrangement has been ongoing for a year and a half.
Lian wanted to know a little bit about me. I told her this was my first time in a lesbian bar, and the reason I am here was to keep my 50th birthday resolution. I confessed that I was a little jealous of Marge for having such a beautiful lover. Lian blushed as I ordered a second round of drinks. Lian leaned against the wall to stretch her arms, I placed my raincoat across my lap and moved my bar stool closer to her. Lian rested her right arm on the bar and placed her chin on her right hand. I turn slightly and moved my bar stool even closer to Lian.
I continued my conversation with Lian as my left hand moved toward the inside of Lian's skirt. My confidence intensify as Lian repositioned her seat to allow me to ease aside the crotch of her panties. Lian's pubic hair were neatly trimmed and silky. I gently ease my middle finger in and out of her silken love hole. Lian moved her stool closer toward me to experience the full effect of my action. I was mesmerized by the gentle silky smoothness of Lian's delicate saturated pussy. I took special care in being as gentle as possible feeling up Lian. I was enthralled with Lian's fragile pubic triangle as my fingers located her budding clit. The touch jolted Lian for a second as one of her shoes fell to the floor. I felt Lian's soft stocking toes rubbing my calf in sync with my fingers. All the while, we were having a meaningless conversation on our favorite foods, movies, and cities.