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.
Sarah and Robin Part 2
I have moved to North Carolina and met what I hope is a new love, Sarah. Read about our start in "Sarah and Robin Part 1."
This story is a continuation of our first sexual encounter on the beach.
I was pleased but surprised by Sarah at the beach. I should have seen the hints that there was more to this straight, divorced, older woman but completely missed the signs. What happened right after had me wondering. Instead of what I would have expected, cuddling or kissing, Sarah got off me and returned to her towel without a word. After a while she looked over at me and said: "I'm sorry, I got carried away. It wont happen again." It was then that I realized that perhaps as crazy as it sounds, she was only using my body to masturbate.
I told her I actually enjoyed it and would not mind if it happened again. She just smiled. After a while we dressed and started the walk back to the cabins. As we walked she spoke about how embarrassed she was by what she did. Sarah told me that when I was putting lotion on her she felt aroused. When my hands touched between her legs it set her near the edge. She told me that she thought that if we just changed and I stopped touching her it would be ok. Then when I didn't get on my stomach as she expected and she looked between my legs and touched my, her words "oh so beautiful", breasts it was over and she had to get to an orgasm. Sarah again apologized for using my body to do it. I stopped walking, took her hand, looked into her eyes and told her: "Did you not see that I had one too."
I swear she blushed, looked at me and said: "I'm so glad. I feel better." We held hands the rest of the way to the cabin as she told me about Linda.