Happy Birthday

"Pack?" she asked.

"Yeah, I have to fly to Cleveland in two hours. That idiot White is about to lose the Lippman account, and the big bosses are sending me out with a new proposal."

"But it's Friday! Can't you wait till Monday to go?"

"Can't, honey, I have to get out there and get the team up to speed."

Jan packed his bag while he ran printouts from the computer in his den. She knew it was no use arguing with him, and by the time he was ready to leave, she was thoroughly depressed.

Bob looked at her and tilted his head. "Don't look so down, honey. I'll be back Monday evening and I know you can use the time to yourself. It's not all bad." Then he kissed her and left.

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So now Jan sat alone and devastated, staring at the empty wine glasses, feeling like not a single soul in the world cared about her. She felt numb, and when the doorbell rang, it startled her. She thought about ignoring it, but she was so lonely now, she'd be happy for any company at all. When she walked to the door and opened it, she found Lynn standing there.

The tall blonde was wearing tight jogging pants and a halter top. She held a dumbbell in each hand. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was sweating, her skin glistening with sweat. The halter that covered her breasts was tight enough to reveal that her nipples were extremely large.

Lynn gazed at her. "Jan, are you all right?"

"All right? Yes, why?"

"I saw you from the street just sitting there, and you looked like the end of the world had arrived. I waved but you didn't seem to see me. I thought I should mind my own business, but I was worried about you."

"Worried?"

"Yes, you looked so down,"

"I'm all right," Jan began. Then she shook her head. "Oh, who am I kidding? It's my birthday and I'm alone and no one cares," she blurted out.

Lynn smiled. "Happy birthday," she said in that soft, raspy whisper.

Jan responded in a flat monotone. "Thanks."

"I was going to go out tonight, but how would you feel about some company?"

"No, I wouldn't want to ruin your evening."

Lynn chuckled. "I wasn't really up for going out anyway, and now I have a good excuse to stay home."

"Are you sure?" Jan thought her voice sounded pathetically hopeful.

"Just let me run home and get showered and changed. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"All right, we can have dinner together. It's all prepared."

As she watched Lynn turn and walk away, Jan felt happy that someone seemed to care about her. She barely knew the woman, but anyone would be welcome now. Then she felt a bolt of uncertainty as she remembered she'd be alone with a woman who had kissed her like she'd never been kissed before.

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When Lynn returned, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was still wet and she carried a blue overnight bag. Jan welcomed her in and they enjoyed the dinner Jan had labored over for her husband. After dinner the two women retired to the living room, where Jan closed the blinds as Lynn poured the wine. They both sat on the sofa and sipped wine and talked.

Jan pretended not to notice as Lynn gently steered the conversation towards sex. She felt excited and alive for the first time in ages. The frank admiration in Lynn's eyes was obvious and made her feel sexy and wanted.

"How is it you're alone on your birthday?" Lynn asked. "I would think your husband would plan a quiet evening together and a not so quiet night."

"He never remembers unless I hint, and this year I didn't."

"Why not?"

"I've been feeling very unappreciated. I was hoping he'd surprise me... and in a way he did."

"By going away?"

"Yes."

"He's a fool." Lynn had evident anger in her voice.

Jan smiled. "Oh, he isn't that bad, he just isn't very romantic."

"Well, if you were mine I wouldn't let you out of bed on your birthday."

Jan gave a nervous laugh when she saw the seriousness in the blonde woman's face. An awkward silence followed, and Jan felt herself becoming tense.

At last, Jan said: "What could you possibly see in me?"

"I told you. You remind me of someone."

"Was she special?"

Lynn nodded. "Very special. She was the woman who made me understand I was gay."

A long silence followed, and then finally Jan said: "I know it's a very personal question, and if you don't want to answer, I understand, but could you tell me about it? Your first time I mean..."

Jan blushed. She wasn't sure how much of the emotion now gripping her was due to curiosity, how much to the wine, and how much to her sexual needs.

Lynn looked at her curiously, and then a distant look came into Lynn's eyes as she recalled a memory.

"I was nineteen. She was in her forties and my mother's best friend. I came home from college one weekend after my high school sweetheart had dumped me. We'd been fighting for several months and I was tired of his macho bullshit. But it still hurt. Monica, my mother's friend, just happened to show up and find me crying my eyes out. She comforted me and then seduced me, right there in our living room. We carried on an affair for two years."

"Why did you break it off? Or did she?"

"A Chesterson bureau."

"What?"

"We were having sex in her bedroom one weekend when I was home from college and her husband was away. It was getting late and I was supposed to leave, but she wanted to do something else. She had me bent over an antique Chesterson bureau and was tearing me up with her strap-on when her husband walked in."

"Oh lord."

"Yes," Lynn replied with a smirk. "Oh lord, indeed. He demanded a divorce, of course. She agreed to amiable terms if he'd leave me out of it, but he told my folks. They freaked and sent me away to a private boarding college. I cried for months. All I could think about was her. That last unfinished time together haunted me for years. And that damn Chesterson bureau. I found out much later that she tried to contact me, but my parents made sure she couldn't. I never saw her again."

"That's tragic," Jan said, her voice soft.

"Yes it is," Lynn said with a sad expression. "It's water under the bridge, though. Now tell me about your first time,"

"I--I've never been with another woman," Jan said as she felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks.

"Really?"

Jan laughed. "I already told you that the first time we met."

"You never said it directly, but it doesn't matter. We'll just have to change that now won't we?" Lynn said as she moved closer to Jan.

Jan felt as though she were sixteen years old, a boy flirting with her and moving in on her. Except she wasn't sixteen, she was pushing forty, and the woman moving in on her was no boy.

Lynn placed a hand on Jan's knee and leaned closer to her. That simple touch sent a stab of excitement racing through Jan. She could feel the softness of Lynn's skin and at the same time the strength in her hand. She looked up into Lynn's face, but before she could say anything the blonde's lips pressed against her own.

Jan's lips parted instantly, without conscious thought, and Lynn's tongue quickly slipped between them. Jan had been expecting the kiss, even anticipating it. The first kiss weeks ago had been so powerful, she wanted more. But what happened next was unexpected. Lynn pressed her body forward, forcing Jan backwards until she fell back on the sofa. Jan threw her arms around Lynn's neck, and in a moment she found herself lying back on the sofa with her head on the arm and Lynn's body on top of her. Jan's feet were still on the floor, and she could feel the gentle pressure Lynn exerted to get her to change position.

Jan had a vague urge to break the embrace, but she was powerless to do more than kiss back. The feelings that the kiss weeks ago had roused within her returned with a vengeance, as if being suppressed for the intervening two weeks had made them even stronger. Lynn lifted her own body on her arms and toes and Jan raised her legs beneath the blonde, parting her legs so that now Lynn lay between them.

Lynn seemed to sense Jan's hunger as she continued the passionate kiss. Her hands roamed over Jan's body. Jan had never been kissed so thoroughly, nor had she ever felt such an all-consuming need. She could do little more than suck desperately at Lynn's active tongue and whimper.

Lynn's hand slid over Jan's knee, over her stocking top, and finally to the crotch of her panties. Jan gasped as jagged bolts of pleasure tore at her. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for such powerful reactions. Even at it's best, sex with her husband had been bland compared to what she was feeling now.

Lynn's hand cupped Jan's sex and gently massaged it through her panties. Within moments, Jan could feel herself beginning to respond to the stimulation. Then Lynn removed her hand and settled herself between Jan's legs. She placed her hands on Jan's shoulders and broke the kiss. Breathless and flushed with excitement, Jan felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"This was what I was hoping for," Lynn said in a husky whisper.

She dropped her mouth to Jan's neck and began to lick, starting just under her chin and working down to the hollow between her collarbones. The warm tongue caused Jan to groan. She was intensely aware of the pressure of Lynn's pelvis between her legs. As Lynn nipped at her skin, Jan's fingers dug into the blonde's back.

"You're such a hottie," Lynn said as she gazed into Jan's eyes.

Jan blushed. "Do you really think so?"

"I do, and I'd love to fuck you," Lynn said, her eyes locked on Jan's.

"Lynn!"

"What?"

"I'm a married woman."

"So?"

"So this isn't right." Jan squirmed underneath the blonde. Lynn leaned on her hip and returned her hand to Jan's panties. The blonde's finger stroked gently up and down the smooth satiny crotch, and Jan gasped in pleasure.

"I'll tell you what isn't right," Lynn said. "It's your birthday and your husband left you alone. He didn't even remember, and your hot little pussy is just dying for some attention,"

Jan could only lie there silently. Lynn's words were true and she knew it. Her anger and loneliness may have led her here, but she was dying for it, and she couldn't deny it any longer.

Lynn said: "Now let's get you more comfortable, shall we?"

Jan hesitated as Lynn sat up. This was no longer a joke, no longer an act to make her feel better. This was now serious and she realized it had been serious from the beginning. Did she dare? In twenty years of marriage, she had never been unfaithful to Bob. Then she thought: But in twenty years of marriage, he's never given me such a nice evening on my birthday either.

As Lynn caught Jan's hands and helped her to her feet, Jan thought: If I'm going to stop this, I'd better do it now. But she already knew she did not want to stop it.

The younger woman took Jan in her arms and kissed her again. This time Jan noticed that Lynn's tongue was more insistent, her hands moving boldly down her back to caress her ass. All hesitation was gone now, and Jan did not protest when Lynn pulled the zipper of her dress down, nor when Lynn broke the kiss and peeled the dress from her shoulders, pushing it down her torso and over her hips to have it fall in a pile at her feet.

Jan blushed madly and lowered her eyes. She was wearing her new lingerie, lingerie she'd bought to tempt her husband, and now the lingerie was on display for Lynn. The sheer white merry-widow did much to improver her figure. It forced her ample breasts up and slimmed her waist. White stockings made her legs look sleek and sexy, and only a tiny thong hid her pubic mound from view.

"Beautiful," Lynn whispered.

Jan raised her eyes in time to see the top of Lynn's head as it descended to her chest. Lynn kissed the top slope of her left breast and slowly worked downward while her hands gently lifted the breasts and squeezed them. Her hands were gentle and loving, both firm and soft at the same time, their touches alternating between gentle caresses and strong kneading. Lynn took her time, licking and nipping the soft globes of flesh, and when Lynn finally took a nipple into her mouth, Jan thought she'd explode. She felt her knees growing weak and she grabbed Lynn's shoulders to steady herself.

No one had ever paid such loving attention to her breasts, and Jan felt a pang of regret that she had gone so long without knowing how good it felt. Lynn continued to tongue her sensitive nipples while she slowly maneuvered Jan back to the sofa. When they reached the sofa, Lynn raised her head and gave Jan a gentle shove that sent her sprawling on her back on the sofa cushions.

Jan looked up as Lynn caught the hem of her shirt and whisked it over her head. The blonde wore no bra and her pert breasts stood out proudly, capped by coral colored aureoles and extremely large, prominent nipples. She slid her hands down and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them open just enough for Jan to see that her panties were red.

"Want more?" Lynn said in a teasing voice.

"Yes."

"You first, then."

Jan placed her feet on the sofa and lifted her ass while she quickly pulled the thong down to her ankles and then tossed it to the floor. Lynn smiled and shucked her jeans and panties at once, giving Jan her first look at her neighbor's sex. She hadn't seen another woman naked since college, and she'd never openly stared as she did now. Lynn's hips were trim and her thighs seemingly strong and muscular. She was clean-shaven, and Jan could see practically everything. She found herself staring at the soft smooth skin of Lynn's mound and the delicate pinkish lips of her sex.

Lynn glided over to the sofa and leaned over the arm until she fell forward, her face just above Jan's hairy mound. She looked up at Jan and her eyes sparkled as she took in the sight of the older housewife spread out before her.

"Relax," Lynn said in that bedroom voice, and Jan could only nod.

Jan felt Lynn's fingers on either side of her pubic mound, the fingers gently massaging while Lynn's lips brushed her inner thigh. The feeling was incredible, Bob never gave her head; he thought it was disgusting. Lynn, in contrast, had a look on her face as though she were in heaven. For a moment, Jan wondered exactly what it was like to be on Lynn's side. Then her mind snapped back to her sex as Lynn's lips touched her pussy for the first time.

She loves doing it, Jan thought. That was the real difference. Lynn loved doing it and she was the first ever.

Lynn pried the sticky lips apart and her tongue burrowed between them, searching out the corners. Jan felt as though she were being devoured alive. Lynn's tongue was warm and soft and seemed to be everywhere at once. Now on her clitoral hood, now along her outer lips, now thrusting into her slick channel, now licking her inner folds, but not as separate discernable touches, rather as one flowing stream of sensation. So lovely, Jan thought. Lynn's mouth taking her like this. Her hips bounced on the sofa as her hands caressed her breasts. She rolled her nipples, adding more electricity to her overcharged system. She was close to orgasm in no time. She could feel the build up of pressure in her belly, the tightening and relaxing of her muscles. But Lynn stopped suddenly.

"No," Jan groaned.

"Ready for your birthday present?"

"Yes, just don't stop,"

"Patience, I'll be right back," Lynn said, rising and moving towards her carryall. She took out a harness and deftly buckled it around her trim waist. Turning, she walked slowly back to the sofa.

Jan's eyes remained glued to the red dildo, to the long smooth cock that bobbed up and down with Lynn's movements. The cock had an upward curve, the shaft an arc. Like a Japanese sword, Jan thought. She was amazed. She was so turned, she could hardly stand it.

Lynn gazed at her. "Do you like it?" Her hand slowly stroked the head and shaft.

Jan could not take here eyes off the cock.

"I never--" Jan began.

Without waiting for Jan's response, Lynn slipped between Jan's splayed thighs. Sitting on her knees with her feet tucked under her behind, the blonde guided the red dildo into Jan's dew covered pussy. She slowly pressed forward with her hips.

Jan felt the blunt tip force its way between her lips and then slide deeper inside her. Lynn kept her eyes glued to the juncture of their bodies, carefully guiding the cock into the older woman. Jan had never felt so full before. She'd never wanted something so badly. She gasped as the red invader probed deeper and deeper. Finally, Jan felt the smooth skin of Lynn's hips on her thighs. The blonde fell forward, catching herself on her arms, and then she lowered herself until her chest rested on Jan's. Lynn's face now floated above Jan's face, filling Jan's vision as Lynn's cock filled her pussy.

Lynn pressed her lips to Jan's and a long kiss followed, their tongues circling each other. When the kiss broke, Lynn smiled and said: "Happy Birthday, honey."

"Thank you," Jan whispered.

Lynn began to fuck her then, long slow strokes that allowed Jan to feel the red dildo sliding in and out of her. Lynn watched Jan's face intently as she worked her hips back and forth, creating an unbearably pleasurable friction. Jan gasped and raised her hips to meet each downward stroke, and without warning she began to come. She fought the rising tide, she wanted the fucking to last forever, but she couldn't stop the orgasm.

Lynn grunted: "Come for me, birthday girl." She drove the dildo in again and again with short rapid stabs.

That was all it took. Jan's orgasm overwhelmed her resistance then. She cried out as the thick and heady waves of pleasure assailed her mind. Her body jerked and spasmed, and through it all the red dildo continued to saw into her as Lynn's hips rose and fell.

While Jan came down from her superexcited state, Lynn rose and removed the harness. She knelt on the floor and kissed Jan again.

"Oh, Lynn that was incredible," Jan moaned.

"I am glad you enjoyed it."

"I want to make you feel good too."

"Don't worry about me."

"No, really, what do I do?"

"Nothing, I'm fine. Really, I'm just happy you came so hard."

Jan stared intently into Lynn's face, studying the blonde's eyes, and in a blinding flash she knew what she wanted. She rose without a word, took Lynn by the hand, grabbed the harness from the floor and tugged Lynn to her feet.

"What are you up to?" Lynn asked, but Jan did not respond. She led her new lover upstairs to the bedroom, and once in the big room, she stepped into the harness and after some difficulty buckled it on. Lynn was staring at her now, almost as if she were in a trance.

Jan approached the dresser, and with a single swipe of her arm, knocked everything on it to the floor. She held the red cock in one hand and stroked it slowly, and with the other she patted the dresser.

"Come on, lover," Jan cooed. "It's not as nice as a Chesterson bureau, but it'll have to do."