The Young Widow

Jen looked at her own legs and they were much whiter and thinner not quite as muscular as Anne, something she vowed to work on. Jen looked back at Anne and once again was blown away by the sheer beauty of this older woman. She really didn't look old. She looked all woman. And there she was with her hand in her pussy rubbing it lightly while watching the screen. Jen could see the outline of what looked like a perfect little butt. She wished she could see it.

Anne looked over at Jen and smiled, "Are you ok or are you going to let me do this by myself?" Anne asked. Jen smiled and blushed at the same time."I'm sorry, I was just thinking of how beautiful you are."

Now it was Anne's turn to blush and smile. "Thank you, I think you are very cut too, Jen." Now both were beat red. "Would you like to watch for a bit?" Anne asked still blushing like teenager. Jen shook her head in the affirmative looking down shyly and blushing some more.

"How do you want me?" asked Anne. "What do you mean?" asked Jen. Anne smile and turned toward Jen with her legs together on the couch. "Well, do want me to take anything else off or stay just stay like this," Anne motioned with her hands pointing to her body.

"Ah, I... I... I..." Jen stuttered again. Anne laughed and shook her head. "You are too cute!" Anne blurted in laughter. "It's ok, I know this must be weird for you cause I know it is way weird for me."

Anne stood and looked down at Jen as she reached the hem of her night shirt and pulled it off. Jen gasped out laud without realizing it. Anne was more beautiful than Jen could have imagined. She was tanned all over (no tan lines) and had full breasts. If Jen had to guess she would say they were 36C with half-dollar size areolas and nipples like a pencil eraser. Her stomach was flat and her hips were shapely and smooth. Not a wrinkle that Jen could see and as she worked her way down Anne's body she was astonished to find a clean shaven pussy with just a small brown strip running from the top of Anne's pussy about three inches in length and a half inch in width.

"You like what you see?" Anne asked as she plopped on the couch. "Mrs. Morris, you are gorgeous. You could easily be model." Jen responded. Anne laughed, "I don't know about that, but thanks anyway. Jen will do me a favor?"

"Sure, anything," Jen quickly replied. "Please call me Anne, after all it's kind of weird to be sitting here naked in front of you and having you calling me Mrs. Morris." Jen smiled, "Ok, Anne."

Anne slid down the couch so her head was resting on the large arm of the couch and knees drawn up. Jen's eyes were glued on her in anticipation. Anne slowly opened her legs and ran her hand down from her stomach to her mound. She parted her lips with middle finger and dipped into her wetness. She couldn't believe how wet she still was. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Anne looked up and saw Jen almost in a trance looking at her touching herself. This only made Anne hotter. She started rubbing her mound alternating rubbing her clit and inserting a finger and sometimes two into her wet hole. It had been so long and it felt so good to once again experience sexual arousal. She had almost forgotten how much she missed having sex. Jim had been such a good lover and partner in bed. He probably would have loved the idea that she was doing this tonight in front of another girl. They had used this scenario in their fantasy play.

Anne began to work her clit in steady even pace. Her breathing was becoming more and more labored as she worked up toward a climax. Her left leg was resting on the back of the couch while her right leg was resting on the edge of the couch. Just as the feeling was becoming more intense and that familiar build up to the internal explosion got closer, Anne felt a hand on the calf of her left leg. Anne opened up her eyes and watched as Jen moved her hand from the inside of her knee to her ankle. Anne's head was spinning with the buildup of her impending climax and the feel of Jen's hand on the inside of her leg. It felt so good to be touch again. Jen's touch was unlike anything Anne had ever felt. It was not like a man's touch, but softer and tender.

Anne moaned out aloud as her body responded to all the stimulus it was receiving. Jen scooted closer to Anne which allowed her to have a better reached. She moved her hand down to the inside of Anne's thighs. She placed both hands on either side of Anne's knees and worked them down toward Anne's wetness. Jen couldn't believe how soft and smooth Anne's skin was and how it responded to her touch.

Anne looked up and moaned again as Jen massaged the inside of her thighs. Jen was zoned in on Anne's fingers. Anne's pussy hole was now clearly visible and open.

Jen could see the juices flowing from it running down Anne's crack onto the towel that was now drenched. Jen could also smell the fragrance that was coming from Anne's sex and the smell didn't gross her out as she thought it might. On the contrary, it excited her. The closer she got the stronger the scent and the more she wanted to smell it and taste it. Before she knew it, Jen was only about a foot away from Anne's love box. She had never been this close anybody's sex before and much less another woman's.

Anne was working her clit feverishly and all the pent-up emotions of the last 18 months were flooding down her body to her mound. She squeezed her nipple with her free hand as she gasped for breathed. She was almost there. She could feel it coming. Then she felt a strange sensation on the back of her hand. It was like warm air blowing on her hand. She slowed her pace and looked down and saw that Jen was now only about 6 inches from her pussy. Anne was puzzled for a moment but almost instinctively, she dipped two fingers deep into her hole and pulled them out and held up for Jen to inspect.

Jen could not believe what she was seeing. This gorgeous hot woman was touching herself in front of her. The sights and sounds were making her head swim. Almost as if being pulled by a magnet, Jen leaned in to get a closer view. Jen looked at Anne's hand as it worked and noticed that they were perfectly manicured with white tips. Her fingers were long and slender and very feminine. Then they stopped moving. Jen watched as Anne dove two fingers deep in her hole and then slowly lifted them up pointed them towards her face.

Jen looked up at Anne and Anne smiled at her. Something inside Jen put this uncontrollable urge to stick out her tongue and lick the ends of Anne's fingers. She did just that and what surprised her was that it didn't taste that bad, in fact, it was not at all unpleasant tasting.

Anne dipped her fingers back into her pussy again and lifted them up to Jen and this time Jen sucked on them like as if it were a lollipop. Anne moaned at the sight in front of her. She didn't know why but it made it hotter than she could ever remember being watching this teenage girl suck her pussy juice off her fingers.

Once Jen released them, Anne was about to go back for more but this time Jen followed her fingers moving within inches of her pussy mound. Anne used two fingers to spread her lips so Jen could get a better view. Jen inspected the area moving ever closer. When Anne pulled her lips open the third time Jen flicked her tongue and took her first lick of pussy. Anne's whole body shook and she instinctively raised her hips up to meet Jen's tongue.

Jen went in closer and flattened out her tongue on Anne's pussy running from the bottom up. Once again Anne moaned and raised her hips. This was all the encouragement Jen needed. She didn't quite know what to do but it was obvious from Anne's reaction that she was doing something right. So, Jen began to lick from Anne's pussy opening to her clit with long even strokes. Anne reached up and grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them whimpering in delight. She widened her legs as much as the couch would allow offering Jen as much access as possible.

Jen took all this as affirmation that she was on the right track. She would alternate her strokes depending on how Anne reacted. Her tongue would work the opening of Anne's pussy for a bit and then it would move up to the clit where Jen would suck on it and flick it with her tongue. Anne was in complete ecstasy almost lost to anything else in the world. The roof could cave in right then and there and it would not matter. Even without knowing what she was doing, it was not hard for Jen to figure out what really made Anne moan and squirm.

Eventually Anne reached down and placed her hand on the side of Jen's face so she could gently guide Jen to the area that need attention. Jen responded to Anne's touch and moved to the spot right over Anne's clit. Anne then gently pressed Jen's face right on that spot and held it there while grinding her hips into Jen's mouth.

Jen sucked and licked for all it was worth. Anne's body shook and squirmed with every flick of her tongue. Jen could feel Anne's body tighten and her feet rise off the couch. Jen felt Anne pushing her head down a little firmer and she could feel Anne's juices flowing on her chin. Then Anne threw her head back as her body tensed up as the first waves of orgasm ran through her body. Jen kept licking and sucking as Anne's body tightened and then released in spasms. Anne grunted and moaned and whimpered as tears ran down the side of her face. Wave after wave of pleasure ran through her sex starved body and every nerve in her body seemed to stand up at attention.

It took about a minute for all the waves to subside and the afterglow to set in. Anne released Jen's head and relaxed her legs as her body came down from the heights. She stroked Jen's hair with one hand while massaging her breast with the other. Jen licked lightly sticking her tongue in Anne's hole drinking up the juices that were flowing freely. She even licked what she could see of Anne's butt cheeks which were soaked with the juices.

Anne could not believe the strength and ferocity of her climax. She didn't know whether it was the way it happened or the fact that it had been so long since it happened. All she knew was that it felt like a dam had been broken in her body and all those months of pain, loss, frustration, were washed away with one simple act. Anne laid there basking in the glow. Her body tingled all over with delight and appreciation.

(To Be Continued)