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After several minutes of tender contact, the girl pulled gently away and smiled.“I know it was you,” she said.The woman blushed as bright as her flame-red hair.“I didn’t stop using the tram because of you,” she continued. “It was the men. Almost every day a man would grope me and as much as I have nothing against men, I have slept with a few after all, I don’t want them treating me like their own property. Someone to be mauled as they feel like.”The woman looked abashed.“But isn’t that what I did?” she said quietly.“Yes,” the girl agreed. “You shouldn’t have, any more than they did but somehow it felt different. I don’t know why. Perhaps it was because it was something new. I have slept with girls before they were friends, are friends. They are like me and it is just something we do, how we are but you…”She paused and the woman waited nervously, heart thumping, not sure what to expect.The girl didn’t elaborate but instead leaned forward and pressed her lips against those of the woman who responded eagerly.The kiss was passionate, breathless. The silence broken only by the sound of their mouths licking at sucking at each other.They separated and each took a deep breath. The girl sat back.“Well?”“Well what?” the woman asked, puzzled.“You’ve seen all I have to offer…”“Oh,” the woman blushed again. “You want…”The girl nodded.“But I…”The girl raised an eyebrow.“I, I’ve never undressed in front of anyone but my husband and even then, rarely.”The girl shrugged.“If you don’t want to…” she began.“Yes. Yes, I do,” the woman assured her. “I’m just…”She didn’t finish but got to her feet and looked down at the girl who leaned back on her arms, crossed her ankles and smiled.With trepidation, the woman began to unfasten her cream satin blouse, slowly and with slightly trembling hands.First, she pulled the bow at her neck and let the long ribbons fall and then, button after button until she reached the waistband of her black pencil skirt.She paused and looked at the girl who was watching with a faraway look in her eyes and an enigmatic smile.Now the woman felt at ease, knowing that this was what she wanted. Knowing that she had suddenly found the one thing that had been Ataşehir Escort missing from her life and she pulled gently at the sheer fabric, freeing it from the constraints of he skirt.Once loose she unbuttoned first one cuff and then the other and with a slight shimmy of her shoulders, allowed the thin garment to slip to the floor behind her.For a moment she paused and looked at the girl whose nipples revealed the level of excitement that she couldn’t have concealed even if she had wanted to.Without taking her eyes from the girl’s beautiful face she reached behind and released the button at the back of her skirt and lowered the zip.Slowly she pushed it down, wiggling her thighs just a little to allow the satin lining to slip easily over her black nylon stockings.One thing the woman was happy for was her love of nice lingerie. She would never leave the apartment without being immaculately dressed and that included her underwear.The girl was now leaning back on just one hand, her legs uncrossed and slightly parted. The other was gently toying between her thighs as she watched intently, her fingers absently moving slowly around her clitoris partially hidden in the chestnut curls. Even so, the woman could see the moisture glistening as she moved.She could feel her own excitement building. What she was doing was the most erotic thing she had ever done and she was so hot that she was certain that her whole body must have been scarlet. The girl didn’t speak but her excitement was obvious and so, the woman reached behind her back and carefully released the three hooks that held her sheer white lace bra with its black trim.The sudden release of the final hook sent a tingle right through her but she paused, only the loose straps keeping her modesty intact.She could barely breathe but she forced a deep intake of breath and took the plunge, shucking the straps from her shoulders and allowing the now redundant garment to fall to the floor at her feet.The air on her now naked breasts was exhilarating and her nipples strained to emulate those of her companion.Although in her mid-forties, the woman was proud of her figure. Her breasts, Ataşehir Escort Bayan whilst a little larger than those of this sweet young woman at her feet where nicely proportioned to her slim frame and still firm but her mind was not on them. She was drifting away into a surreal world where nothing but she and the girl existed and now she was so excited that she was willing for anything and everything that she could think of… and maybe even things that she could not! Suddenly, she snapped back into reality. All that remained now were her sheer lace panties and although her bright red triangle was clearly visible they were the last barrier to her complete freedom.She waited, unsure of herself.Sensing her insecurity the girl looked up at her, a look of desire in her eyes as though willing her to finish what she had begun.Immediately the woman submitted and hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband and eased the now damp briefs over her slim hips and released them.The girl gasped in awe.“You are beautiful…” she breathed as she got to her knees and studied the woman’s form.Twice her own age and yet still so sexy and perfect.The woman blushed even more, if that was possible. She stood still, hands by her sides as the girl’s eyes explored every inch of her body and she felt herself flooding as they came to rest upon the flash of red curls at the top of her legs.“You really think so?” she asked.She had always done her best to look good but standing naked save for her stockings and garter belt, in front of this much younger liberated woman she was suddenly filled with self-doubt.“Yes,” the girl nodded. “Yes, I do. You are gorgeous. I want to see everything.”“Everything?”“Of course, everything,” the girl repeated. “Turn around.”Obediently, the woman did as she was bid and turned her back to the girl.She heard a whispered, almost hissed, “Perfect!”She smiled with joy.“Part your feet a little and bend forward.”She did as she was asked and leaned forward just a little.“More,” the girl demanded gently. “Put your hands on the couch.”The woman complied but was painfully aware that as she leaned further forwards her buttocks no Escort Ataşehir longer hid the tight eye of her anus and her sex was revealed like never before.She closed her eyes, trying to hide her embarrassment but the wantonness she felt kept her from running to her room and shutting the world out. After what seemed like forever but was, in reality, no more than a few seconds she felt the girl’s warm breath close to her. She held her own breath, afraid to move even the slightest twitch.And then…The girl brought her face close, closer until her lips touched the hot moist leaves of the woman’s labia. Extending her tongue, she ran it slowly along the moist valley until it reached the open and inviting entrance where it lingered, delving into the depths, savouring the copious fluid that revealed the woman’s desire.She didn’t stop there but pressed her lips tightly around the opening and extended her tongue to its fullest, pushing easily inside.The woman groaned. Her husband had never done that to her. Sex with him had always been a five-minute affair. He would come home, usually drunk and late. He would pull her panties to one side and screw her, for that was all it was, a screw, a hump. Within a minute or two of rough thrusting, he would deposit his seed inside her, roll off and fall immediately to sleep, grunting and snoring like the pig that he was. So many times she had been grateful for that invention now know simply as ‘The Pill’.She had lost count of the number of time she had masturbated, dreaming of a moment just like this. Never imagining for a moment that one day, this day, her fantasy would become reality. For her own part, the girl also had never realised how real sex could be. She had often had sex both with men, well, little more than boys really, and women of her own age. They had played at it with no inhibitions as the freedoms of the sixties and seventies had allowed, nay, encouraged.This was different though. This wasn’t just sex. There was something more here, something she couldn’t quite explain.With her friends, she would do everything they wanted but with little feeling, a means to an orgasm and nothing more but here, now, she wanted this woman, a woman she didn’t even know, to experience her. She wanted her to really enjoy what they did and she wanted to enjoy her too. An orgasm was no longer the goal, her own pleasure now secondary. The joy of giving real pleasure was her ultimate aim now and she wondered, was this strange feeling how love began?

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