First, a little about me. As i write this I am a sixty-three year old, still sexually active, bi very submissive woman. When this bi- submissive adventure started I was a 35 year old straight housewife and business consultant living with a loving husband. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall of course. Some things have moved around a bit, what were 36 Cs are now 38 Ds. I was, I thought, a perfect 36-24-39 now I'm a perfect 38-28-42. At the beginning I had black hair everywhere, now gray, almost white, hair and only on my head. I am gifted with green eyes.
North Carolina 2017.
I watched the taxi-cabs taillights fade into the early morning haze. "Opportunity of a lifetime" he said. Now he was gone. I would not see him for at least three months. There was some discussion of me visiting him midway through the assignment but in the end we decided it was not practical. Sunday eventually became Monday then became Tuesday as it always does and it was time to move on.
I called the property management people to be sure the house at the beach had no rentals scheduled and told them to cancel the listing for three months. I was moving to North Carolina and the beach for a while. Some ocean time, reading time, writing time and alone time on the Outer Banks sounded right at least for a while.
The staff assured me that they would personally check the house to be sure it was ready. They explained that in the off season most houses in the area would be empty but the house next door was currently occupied by the owners. I had met Sarah and her husband John years ago. They bought at the same time we did. Nice people, sounded fine to me that they would be my neighbors for a while.
I packed the Yukon and left for the beach one week later. When I arrived I went to the property managers office to get a key. It had been so long since we visited the place that I could not find the key at home.
A very nice young lady greeted me and welcomed me back. She was very friendly, perhaps a bit to talkative, but I welcomed the information and the conversation after two days on the road. She gave me both news and information. The summer market was closed and the nearest supermarket was 30 miles away, the telephone numbers for Police and Fire, and a list of restaurants that would be open in the offseason.
I saw in her a bit of a gossip when she volunteered that my neighbors the Jones were now divorced and only Sarah Jones was living in the beach house next door to mine.
I was surprised when I arrived at the house to find a classic Porsche 911 SC parked next door. I had not seen Sarah in years but if that was her car I looked forward even more to meeting her again.
The cabin was very much as I remembered, small, warm and cozy with an oversized fireplace. I dragged in my bags, changed into shorts and a tee shirt and flip flops, poured my first glass of the day and found a chair on the screened porch overlooking the ocean.
Just as I was thinking "I'm going to like this" I saw her approach from the beach. As she climbed her stairs she spotted me, smiled, waved and gave me the just one minute finger salute. She entered her cabin and only a moment later emerged with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
After re-introductions we shared our first glass of wine. Its worth noting my first impressions about Sarah. She was at first glance, well, average. I later learned she was 57 years old. Sarah had short very blond hair and a beautiful smile accentuated by perfect teeth. She wore no makeup. As the afternoon wore on and the evening began we moved indoors and to a second bottle and I started to notice more. Sarah had perfect (for me) legs slim in the calf with very clearly defined muscles. Her thighs were a hint to a slightly heavy (chubby?) body under that tee shirt. As she shifted position I could see near her bathing suit bottom very clearly defined tan lines with parchment pale skin where she was not tanned.
All in all a very attractive woman but I told myself early on that she was off limits. Understand that I am a mature bisexual woman. I believe that if you have "chemistry" with a person amazing sex is possible. I also believe that you can "make love" to a person without being "in love" with that person. For me, making love is far and away preferable to raw sex. One hour after meeting her my chemistry meter was off the scale but I remember thinking that only bad things can come for both of us from even trying starting anything with a straight recently divorced woman.
Our conversation was very light and not at all complicated but into the second bottle Sarah started to tell me everything I was dying to know. About two years ago she found out her husband was cheating on her and had been since just after they were married. At one point she told me that she felt from the moment we shook hands that I was someone she could confide in. Wine is wonderful that way.
Sarah for some reason, probably insecurity, told me she was sure her divorce was not about sex. She said in a non boasting way that she was a great giving lover. She told me she gave him everything he wanted, sexually, everything and anything. She said she had even agreed to a threesome he made her set up. The wine was working to make her talk a lot, more than I'm sure she would have otherwise. I asked her if she really went as far as setting up a threesome for him?
She explained that she had told a good friend, Linda, about his request and her friend without hesitating said she would love to do that. They experimented kissing each other and nothing more. Sarah said that when the time came all he wanted was two women at the same time and they did not have sex with each other, just him.
As the evening wore on the conversation shifted and we chatted about living at the beach. She asked that if I made a run to the supermarket could she come along? She complained that her car was just not a good grocery hauler. I needed to do that the following day so we set a time.
