TITLE    : Holly's First Female Lover
STORYID  : hollys-first-female-lover
SUMMARY  : War widow finds herself attracted to a younger woman.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2012-06-09
CATEGORY : lesbian-sex-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |lesbian younger woman|lesbian older woman|lesbian milf|widow|toys|lesbian masturbation|


I hadn't worked in years, but needed to after Randy got killed in Afghanistan. Our twin boys were in college and the extra income was required to keep from depleting all my savings and using up the death benefits I received. I suppose it was good luck or fate one, but I found a very good paying job as the Executive Secretary and Staff Manager to a CEO of a national clothing store. The only bad thing was the length of time I had to spend at work. My efforts there left me pretty much spent every weekday evening and by the time I got home I was just too tired for much housekeeping. Even on weekends I wasn't motivated to do much around the house. In particular I dreaded the landscape and lawn maintenance.



When the U. S. Air Force returned my husband's personal items, there were several unmarked DVDs in a case. I initially set the DVDs aside and then one Saturday morning I decided to see what was on them. I popped one into the player and a scene came on where two women in lingerie were talking in a bedroom, complaining about their husbands being late returning from a football game. They shared some lusty looks and before long they were kissing. 



I don't know what button it pushed inside me, but something about watching them kiss and touch each other in a sexual way sent a tingling feeling over my skin like an army of ants on the move. I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed my fingers across my tummy to between my legs. By the time my fingers reached their destination I was already as wet as could be. My mind was swirling with confusion and arousal as I watched the two women making out and getting each other really worked up.



One of the women in the movie slipped her hand in the other one's lingerie panty and I couldn't have stopped the aroused feeling sweeping over me if I had jumped in a cold shower. Months without any kind of sex had me so hungry for some form sexual release I just let the glorious feeling of touching myself take me away.



I was lying in bed about half asleep, basking in the warm afterglow of my self pleasure when the doorbell rang. I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.



It was a girl from the neighborhood, Jamie, looking for work. She claimed she could do anything a woman or a man could do around the house. I remembered her from her distinctly unique good looks. She had been around a few times at parties the boys had at the house, so I knew her in a very casual way. I hired her on the spot to come weekly and help inside of the house with dusting and vacuuming, but what really excited me most was she agreed to mow the lawn every Saturday morning and keep the shrubs trimmed. 



After we worked thing out, she gave me the warmest smile and said, "Thank you so much, Ms. Holly."



When I showed her where the lawnmower was stored, she thanked me again and gave me a quick full-body hug. "This is really going to help me out," she shared with a big grin.



It is difficult to describe Jamie in gender terms because she is almost unisexual or bisexual, something I don't have a word that fits really well. Her body is perfectly feminine and one that any man and many women would drool over, but she also has kind of tomboyish manner and a really cute, slightly-boyish, face. Her boyish yet feminine beauty challenged me in an unexpected way, especially since I had just gotten so feverishly worked up and masturbated for the first time while watching woman having sex. I felt a bit light headed and was aroused again from Jamie's affectionate hug. The feeling of her hands on my back and her body pressed to mine lingered in my mind and in my senses. 'Oh god, don't go there, Holly,' my conscience warned.



After listening to the sound of her mowing for a short while, I peeked through the curtains and watched her push the man-sized power mower around the front yard. Her triceps were as well defined as any fit young man's pushing out on the mower handle as were the muscles of her legs extending out from her shorts... and, oh my god, her little ass was so round and perfect in her tight shorts it made me jealous. On her third trip around the front yard, she caught me ogling her and I quickly shut the curtains and walked away flushed red with embarrassment at the thoughts going though my head. 



What was I doing, anyway, lustfully staring at her that way? A shutter of nervous anxiety passed over me and left patches of chill bumps on my butt cheeks and arms. Worse, I suddenly felt that itchy wetness again in exactly the place I didn't want to feel anything at the moment.



As I filled the washer with a load of laundry, a feeing of disgust with myself crept over me. Guilt for the undeniable feeling of attraction I felt for Jamie tugged at my insides. Even as my sense of right and wrong battled inside my head, I had this huge urge to slip my hand into my jeans and rub myself more while I dreamed about her. The thought of doing that disgusted me even more.



I wondered where in the world those feeling of attraction to women suddenly came from. Raising two boys with a macho Master Sergeant husband had left my life almost totally void of any sort of personal touch or closeness with other women. My mind tossed up thought after thought of intimate pleasure with Jamie, as if to make up at once for all the close feminine contact I had missed out on over the years. My thoughts fed my feelings and created a hungry longing to hold the beautiful young woman close and somehow find a tender caring connection with her. 



I heard the mower move around to the side of the house and then into to the back yard.



I couldn't help but look again. Jamie was working hard and was sweating and flushed red from the humidity and heat. She paused and wiped the sweat from her forehead and face with her hands, but it didn't help much. She pulled up her shirt and wiped her face with the material and fully exposed two perfectly-shaped, braless breasts without tan lines. I turned my head and walked away to try and quell my unwelcomed interest in the much younger neighborhood woman, thinking, "She is not any older that your boys, for goodness sake... and somebody's daughter! Get a grip, Holly!"



"Would you mind if I shower before I start cleaning inside, or maybe take a dip in the pool? I'm burning up, Ms. Holly," Jamie asked and explained when she had finished mowing.



"Sure... either... whatever you want," I managed to say in spite of stammering a bit. "Let me get you a towel."



"I'll get it," she answered and was moving past me before I could collect my thoughts.



"Do you mind if I skinny dip?" she asked, and explained, "I didn't bring a bathing suit or anything and nobody can see into your back yard."



"No..." I muttered and froze in place as I felt another very unwelcomed wave of arousal pass over my body. My groin clinched tightly and threatened to do more.



"Are you sure?" she asked looking at me. I'm sure it was at the unusual expression on my face brought on by the mixture of emotions competing inside me.



"No... Yes... I'm sure... whatever you like," I heard my voice saying. 



As Jamie fetched a towel, I had to force myself to breath. 'Why are you feeling this way?' I asked myself in a purely rhetorical way and knew for certain I didn't want my mind to produce the answer.



At eleven o'clock on that Saturday morning and for the first time ever so early in the day, I made a batch of margaritas and drank two as I watched Jamie strip her beautiful young body naked and swim freely and unashamedly in the pool. When she dried off by the pool with me leaning back in a recliner watching, I drank in every lovely inch of her muscular, fit young body in the most stupefied and sinful way I had ever viewed any female's flesh.



"Off to do the dusting and vacuuming," she said as she walked by me dressed again in her shorts and tee shirt.



"Okay," is all I could think to say. I pretended to be disinterested by looking at the newspaper until I heard the sliding glass door shut behind me.



As she dusted in the great room, I entered the master bedroom via the sliding glass door there. I couldn't wait to strip naked and grease my fingers with my favorite lube. My clit was so ready to be touched I can't even tell you how good it felt. I rubbed myself in fevered sexual joy thinking of her snuggling with me. I imagined kissing her and then her working her way down between my legs with me running my hands through her short, brown, curly, wet hair. I visualized a flash of her pretty mouth covering my opening and me losing control and smearing her lips and mouth all over my hot needy pussy. The orgasm doubled me over it was so intense.



I was well into my second wildly pleasurable touching session with our roles reversed and was moaning and talking out loud to Jamie in my fantasy when she unexpectedly popped into the bedroom through the hall door.



I don't know who was more embarrassed, but I know I flipped the cover over my body in world-record time.



"Woops!" she said. "I thought you were still outside." She wheeled and was out the door in half a second.



I finally worked up the nerve to go out and pay her. She had the most inviting, mischievous, little grin on her face when she said, "Thanks. See you next Saturday."



I was so thankful for work that following week. It was all that would let me focus enough to keep my mind off her. I masturbated every night thinking up fantasy situations where we made love. I rubbed my clit so much it became too sore to touch by Friday night. I fucked my pussy with a dildo and got off that way a couple of times imagining Jamie was fucking me with the oversized fake dick.



I was up at daylight Saturday morning I was so excited, and yes, I was feeling guilty as hell about my unexpected and unholy desires for Jamie. My craving for her was against everything I had been taught, but that fact did absolutely nothing to dampen the lusty arousal I felt whenever I thought of her. It was the exact same feeling I had back when I fell in love with Randy with all the fluttering excitement and anticipation of things to come. I struggled and tried to fight off my longing feelings to no meaningful degree of success. The best I could do was willfully force my mind to concentrate on work when I was there. At home, I had no power to control my thoughts of her, nor of the accompanying lustful emotions. I wanted to light her up like a roman candle in the worst sort of way.



I heard the lawnmower crank up just past eight thirty a.m. on Saturday and a wave of anxiousness overwhelmed me. I took a Valium with a cup of hot Sleepytime tea to calm my nerves. A few minutes later I stood in front of the mirror and questioned what I had decided to wear. It was a baby blue halter top that clearly revealed the nipples on my full breasts and the white short-shorts that barely covered my ass. I wondered if it was too much and if I was dressing like a young girl again to attract sexual attention. Oh fuck, I knew I was.



I turned and looked at my butt in the mirror and thought, "What the fuck, she is not going to be interested in you anyway, old woman. Hell, she probably is all into young boys with hard dicks."



I stripped off my makeup and reapplied it just to have something to do while Jamie mowed. It didn't take nearly long enough and I paced around waiting for her to finish.



Her dripping wet body soaked with sweat was such a wonderful sight when she appeared at the door and asked again if she could take a swim to cool off.



"Of course you can," I assured her. "There's nobody here but us girls."



I'm sure I forgot to breathe as she stood looking at my excited nipples pushing out and aching through the skimpy little halter top. I know for sure my knees wanted to buckle when she asked, "Want to join me?"



There was nothing in the world that I wanted more at that moment. "Okay. Sure. I think I might enjoy a swim," I said with a newfound calmness and with such a clear voice I was amazed. My voice skillfully masked the raging tornado of emotions swirling around inside me. 



She took me by my hand and with girlfriend-like friendliness led me out to the patio. I stood mesmerized as she peeled her T-shirt off and revealed her perfectly round breasts again to my hungry eyes. She wiped the sweat off her breasts with her T-shirt. I wanted to come right then and there watching her succulent-looking breasts move around under the movement of her hands and shirt. Even more so when she unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to her feet. Oh god... no panties and her pubic mound was newly-shaved from the week before. Her labia formed the most delightful and pronounced little cameltoe. I so wanted to drop to my knees and kiss her pussy that very instant. 



When I just stood there gawking lustfully at her naked body, she smiled mischievously, knowingly at me and asked, "Like me shaved?"



I was too shocked to answer her immediately. My heart was pounding in my throat. My mouth was too dry to form words. My mind was vacant of anything but desire.



"Er... yes, of course; very nice," I think I managed to say. Hell, I have no idea what I said, but I know what I was thinking.



"Come on, Holly. Get naked with me and let's enjoy ourselves," she said with youthful enthusiasm as she took the few steps to the edge of the pool and dove in.



I turned to strip my top and shorts off facing away from her, concerned the wetness in my pussy might be obvious. It was. After three almost running steps to hide my arousal, I dove into the water and concealed my secret from Jamie.



"You have a beautiful body, Ms. Holly," she told me when I surfaced.



"Well, it is nothing like as nice as yours," I told her.



She smiled at my complement and pushed off the wall of the pool to swim a few laps.



I fought the urge to rub myself to climax standing right there and swam a couple of much slower lengths of the pool also.



"I bet the boys are lined up to spend time with you," I prompted her as we sat in the water on the steps of the pool a few minutes later.



"I've got a boyfriend, but he is away at college. I get asked out a good bit, but I don't want to cheat on him with other guys," she said.



Her phrase, "... with other guys," went straight to my heart and then to my groin.



I still can't believe I did this, but I did. "What about with girls?" I heard myself ask.



"I wish," Jamie told me, "All my female fuck-buddies are off at school too. The only satisfaction I get these days is using my vibrator," and then laughed playfully at her admission.



"Have you ever let anyone watch you?" I asked, positive by then I had been possessed by some alien being with a will of its own.



"My boyfriend likes to watch me having sex with girls," Jamie admitted. She looked directly at me and asked, "Have you had sex with a woman?"



"No," I quickly answered and couldn't for the life of me think of anything to say to suggest I would love to do so.



"Curious about it?" she questioned me.



"Yes," I told her, so thankful she had asked.



She scooted over next to me and put her hand on the inside of my thigh. It was exactly what I would have expected Randy to do to warm me up for sex, but it was so much more arousing when Jamie put her hand there. Electricity raced up my leg and sparked in my clit.



She could feel me shivering with nervousness and assured me, "It's okay, I can take the lead."



"Please do," I willingly conceded and my body flushed hot with a feverish desire for her.



Jamie leaned over and pulled my head to her. She kissed me softly and gently on my lips. Oh fuck! I was so ready to come it only took her hand sliding up my thigh to my pussy and her tongue aggressively probing the inside of my mouth for me to think I would explode. I used every ounce of my mental strength to fight off the rush of feeling in my sex.



"Oh god, you are turning me on so," I admitted, completely lost in my need.



"I know," she told me. "Scoot up on the edge of the pool and lay back."



Nothing I can remember felt as good as her mouth on my pussy. She was so much better than any man had ever been giving me oral pleasure. It only took a minute or so for her to suck, lick and kiss me into an organic bliss like I hadn't felt in years, maybe ever. The more I fought the feeling and tried to keep from coming too soon the more intensely rich the feelings grew. Finally, I simply couldn't stop the orgasm from ratcheting through my body. Hard contractions gripped my muscles and the most wonderful pleasure I can remember filled by being while my body bucked and writhed under skilled mouth.



I wasn't even done shivering and leaking cum profusely in the aftermath of my powerful orgasm when Jamie pulled me up and led me into the master bedroom. She sat on the edged of the bed, fell back and lifted her feet up onto the bed. "It's your turn. Do me now," she told me.



"I've never..." I started to say as my lips opened with my face only an inch away from her beautiful cleanly-shaved pussy.



"Shut up and eat my pussy, cunt," she aggressively ordered, and then laughed playfully.



"Yes, Ma'am," I told her with a laugh at her sudden playful dominance. I pressed my mouth over her pubic mound and gently sucked her clit and the area around it.



"Yea, bitch, that feels good with you lick my pussy slit like that. Keep doing that and lick my clit some too," she directed me with increasing dominance.



I loved her dominant attitude and her for taking control and relieving me of all responsibility. 



I was soon so lost in lust of tasting and feeling the young woman's sex on my mouth I felt as if I was going to combust from the sexual fever burning in me. I greedily pushed Jamie's knees apart until they almost touched the bed and joyously licked every surface of hot wet, hot, skin I could find. The feeling of her lush softness on my mouth and tongue fried my inner being. She was so deliciously hot feeling as she squirmed with pleasure and moaned gratitude to me. I tried to fuck her to climax with my tongue and to lick her to orgasm until she forcefully grabbed my head and smeared by mouth all over her quivering, needy pussy. 



"Suck my pussy, cunt," she ordered.



As I did, she informed me, "You're all mine now, girlfriend. Your mouth on my pussy feels so fucking good!"



Suddenly a spray of hot liquid spurted out of her into my mouth. "Drink it, Holly," she demanded. She might as well have addressed me as "slave," because I was a slave to the joy of her and the moment with more willing submissiveness that I knew I had in me.



The warm liquid filled my mouth several times and I swallowed, sucked and licked her pussy more her each time I downed my mouthful of her hot, sweet juice.



"Bring me some and come kiss me, lover," she demanded.



I did. Our cum-sharing kiss with her hand rubbing between my legs and fingering me made me come again for her in only minutes. Jamie used my body with skill as if I were a fine musical instrument in her hands and she played the most erotically satisfying music I could imagine to my heart and soul. She was so alive with sexual joy, hot and luscious I couldn't get enough of her. I was flying so high with lusty loving feelings I didn't care if I ever came back down to earth.



She interrupted my lost-in-love-with-her feelings by taking hold of my hair and pushing my head down to her breasts. "Finger my pussy while you suck my nipples," she demanded.



As I willingly obeyed, Jamie encouraged me and shared her pleasure. She told me in no uncertain terms when I found the things that excited her most. When her next orgasm took over her mind and will, she pulled me up to her and kissed me with more pure passion than I had ever felt from another human being. She humped my hand with my fingers raking her G spot, moaned and ground her hips into my hand with unabashed sexual commitment to me. Her constant affirmations of pleasure made me feel like a sex goddess that could bring her all manner of ultimate pleasures. I tried my best to be whatever she wanted or needed. 

<hr pg="2" />"Got a dildo?" she asked after a brief rest where we just held each other and let out bodies recover oxygen.



I honestly don't have any idea how many times she made me cum fucking my pussy and butt with our toy, or I her. I do remember her mouth or fingers were on or in one pleasure spot on my body almost all the time as her other hand worked the fake dick in and out of me. She just blew me apart with her wild, passionate, lust-filled sexual attention. 



Somewhere in the torrid heat of her passion for me, Jamie took the rest of my soul from me, what little I had retained. "You really get off being my lover, don't you, Ms. Holly? You are going to want this every week now, aren't you? Tell me you do," she asked and made me confess.



"Yes," I told her as my big muscles tightened in orgasmic contraction and my toes curled back against my feet. "Fuck yes, I want more of you. Oh god! Yes! I want to fuck you every chance I get, girl!" I loudly announced, forgetting the sliding glass door was still open.



I briefly wondered if the neighbors had heard the loud, passionate vocalizations of our lusty pleasure and me behaving like a wanton lesbian cougar with my young lover. Then, Jamie kissed me again and I didn't give a damn what the neighbors heard. I didn't give them another thought as I lost myself in the pleasure of her heated affection.

