Lesbian Euro MILF (First Time Older Woman Younger Woman Romance) (3 page)

“It’s okay. I don’t mind if you touch yourself, just don’t sneak around doing it, capisci? Now let me see you finish yourself.”

My pussy spasmed when she said that. “You want me to keep going?” I swallowed hard.
 

“Of course,” she said, sitting down on the bed. She was wearing a short blue dress and my eyes followed her legs as she slowly crossed them then leaned back onto her elbow looking at me.

I didn’t know what to do so I just did what came naturally. I reached into my panties and touched myself, slowly working my fingers in and out underneath the fabric as I stared at her long brown legs, too embarrassed to look her in the face.

“Don’t be shy, Lacey.” She uncrossed her legs and I caught a flash of her pink panties. “Take off your underwear. We’re family here. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

I desperately wanted to please her, to do anything she wanted. I probably would have jumped out the window right then if she asked me. So, I slipped my panties down and stepped out of them, but covered myself with my hands.

“Come here, Lacey,” she said, sitting up now at the edge of the bed, her dress riding up to reveal more of her soft thighs. She rested one of her hands on her knee, then slowly ran one of her long fingernails up her leg until she came to the end of her dress, stopping her from going any farther.

I swallowed my pride and took my hands away, walking towards her. Blood was rushing around inside my body in all different directions, confused where it needed to be–my engorged labia and embarrassed face were fighting for it.

She looked right at my sex for what seemed like hours, almost entranced, then finally she looked up at me. “It so perfect, Lacey.”

“Umm… thank you.”

She laughed. “Now show me how you touch yourself.”

My cunt was begging for release so I didn’t object to stroking it even though I felt really awkward standing in front of her. I pressed my fingers against my clit and slowly circled it while I watched her watching me. It was actually a huge turn on and I felt my tummy starting to tighten already.

Her full lips parted and the tip of her pink tongue peaked out between them, followed closely by a faint moan. Then I watched in astonishment as she pulled her dress all the way up, spreading her legs wide, revealing a spot of moisture that had already formed in her pink underwear. “You don’t mind if I join you, do you Lacey?”

My eyes were fixed on her soaked panties and somehow I was able to gather enough brain power to shake my head no. Of course, I didn’t mind. My fingers moved faster over my swollen clitoris.

“You’re a good girl Lacey. Do you like seeing Mama touch herself?” She rubbed her index finger in a circle over the top of her panties.

I nodded my head, and slowed my hand, releasing my clitoris. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. If I came too soon maybe she would stop touching herself. It wasn’t a risk I wanted to take.

She took her other hand and slowly pulled her drenched pink underwear to the side revealing her glistening lips and closely cropped dark bush.

Sucking in sharply, I moved closer to her, wanting to get as close she would let me, to see her mysterious sex up close. I was so close I could smell her sweet scent and my swollen lips twitched in anticipation. Pressing my fingers inside myself, I fingered my pussy hard, unable to hold back any longer.

She slipped one of her long fingers deftly between her moist folds, then brought it out, the juices clearly visible on it, and started slowly rubbing the area near the top of her cunt, moaning loudly. I wanted to know everything about her, to touch her, to feel her, to taste her.

But right now I was lost in myself. My pussy tightened and I was on the verge of coming. I moaned and my legs weakened as the orgasm swept through my tense body, pulling all the tightness and nervousness right out of me.

She bit her lip, and I watched as she plunged two fingers deep inside her cunt while she quickly rubbed her clit, throwing her head back and screaming. Finally, she stopped and collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard, letting her soaked panties fall back into place, covering her pussy to my dismay.

I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there with cum dripping down my leg.

She looked up and smiled at me. “You made a mess Lacey.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

She laughed. “I’m kidding, don’t be sorry. It’s only natural. Come
 
here, lay on the bed.” She patted the bed next to her.

I laid next to her. God she smelled so amazing. It was intoxicating. I thought maybe I was starting to become addicted to it. Was that even possible?

She got up and pulled her dress down. “Wait there. I’ll be right back.”

I looked up at the ceiling and sighed deeply, listening to the waves outside the window, my body completely relaxed.

She came back, wearing only a pink bra and panties, carrying a white towel, and sat down on the bed next to me.

I couldn’t help but look at the cleavage between her breasts and my nipples started to harden again looking at her curvy body.

She put the towel on my wet inner thighs–it was warm and moist–and I twitched at her touch. “Doesn’t that feel nice? The warm towel?”

It took all my energy to nod at her. My body was almost frozen in place and I didn’t know what to do. Having a nearly nude woman touching me like this was a new experience.

Then she ran the towel over my legs so close to my pussy, making my body jerk to the side. “Relax, Lacey, I’m just cleaning the mess off you.”

I stayed perfectly still while she moved the towel over my sensitive skin, right next to my sex which was completely aroused again. The warmth from the towel felt so amazing and I wanted to just bury my head between her cleavage, let her smother me with her soft body.

She finished wiping me, then rested her hand on my breast, drumming her long fingernails lightly against my skin. “See? Wasn’t that better than doing it alone?”

Chapter 4

It was getting to where every moment I spent away from Isabella I was fantasizing about her body and how it would be to lose my virginity to her.

And when we were together, we tended to stay in the house where we could dress more comfortably. She kept wearing her see-through nighties, but she also started sometimes just wearing her panties around the house so that her large, motherly breasts were exposed for me, her dark red nipples puffy and hard.

I’d grown more bold myself. Sometimes I’d go without a shirt. Letting her see my young breasts was such a turn on. For both of us it seemed. Often, we would spend the evenings watching TV but it would quickly devolve into a mutual masturbation session and each time after I came she would smile and bite her lip.

But that’s as far as things went between us and I was determined to take it to the next level.

I woke to the familiar sound and smell of Isabella cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Usually, I would go out there in my panties and t-shirt and hug her from behind, kissing her cheek before I sat down and she served me breakfast.

Today I was going to take a chance.

I hopped out of bed and slipped out of my underwear, standing nude in front of the open window. The warm Mediterranean breeze stole over me, and my nipples began to stiffen. I took a deep breath then strolled out into the kitchen trying to ooze confidence with my shoulders back and my chin up. On the inside I was scared to death she would admonish me.

She was at the stove with her back to me, her plump ass visible through the sheer cloth, her long black hair tumbling down her olive-skinned back. Isabella was the sexiest woman I’d ever met.

I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her soft belly, and kissed her neck, inhaling deeply. That smell drove me crazy. My naked pussy pressed against her butt and I made no effort to shield it.

She placed her hand over mine and nuzzled her head back against my cheek, then turned to face me, kissing me lightly on the mouth.

It was almost too much. I was tempted to grab her right there, press myself on her, beg her to give me what I wanted, or maybe even just take it. But of course I didn’t.

That’s when she noticed I was nude and she let out a small laugh. “I see you’re becoming more European by the day.”

I shrugged feeling the embarrassment in my face. Maybe this was a bad idea.

She stared at my wet pussy, smiling. “And, I see you’re already quite excited this morning. That means you’re healthy. It must be all the Italian food I’ve been feeding you.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. I wanted to tell her I thought I was in love with her, that she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, that she was sexy beyond belief, that I wanted her, that I needed her. Somehow the words wouldn’t come out though. My mouth moved but only to produce a half-hearted smile. All the false bravado I’d tried to gather was no help now.

She went to the cabinet and grabbed a cucumber.

The moment had passed, I missed another opportunity. I started to go sit down at the table but she put her hand on my arm, her fingernails pressed into my skin.

“You know,” she said, “there is an old secret that all Italian girls know. Something they’ve been doing for thousands of years here. You want to know what it is?”

I shrugged, still dejected from my inaction.

Then she reached down and wrapped her hand around my ass, pulling me to her.

I inhaled sharply, and my eyes widened at what she did next.

She started pouring olive oil over the cucumber, slathering it around with her hand, even reaching down for my breasts to make sure they were oiled up as well. When she let go of me there was such much oil it dripped off the cucumber on to the floor. She was biting her lip looking down at my pussy. “There,” she said, “try that.” And handed me the cucumber.

The brief moment she’d taken my breasts in her hand had been almost enough to make me come and once I started stroking my pussy with the cucumber, slick from the oil, it didn’t take long before the walls of my womb tightened and I was moaning, my eyes twitched closed from the force of the orgasm, and it was so strong I lost track of everything.

And when I opened my eyes I saw that she was grinning at me. I handed her the cucumber sheepishly.

Then one of her long fingers moved along the vegetable, gathering my moisture from it.

I watched her intently, oil still dripping from my pussy, as her finger with my cum on it moved up to her lips and then slowly into her mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around the finger and when she brought it out all the sticky fluid was gone. “Yummy.” She smiled at me then turned to finish making breakfast. “Go clean yourself up, breakfast will be ready soon.”

School went by so slowly that day. It was like every last day of school I’d ever experienced but stacked on top of each other. I couldn’t stop thinking about Isabella taking my cum in her mouth. I stumbled from class to class unable to concentrate on anything. When the last bell finally rang I sprinted home, eager to see her again.

When I got inside the door, I wasted no time stripping completely down. My hard nipples leading me around the house as I looked for her. When I found her asleep in her room, naked and purring softly, my hand went to my pussy immediately. But it reminded me of the first night when I hid in the darkness like a thief, stealing glances at her body. She’d told me in this house you didn’t sneak around and so I went right up to the edge of her bed looking down at the dark patch of hair between her legs, my fingers moving restlessly between my folds.

She was sound asleep and it wouldn’t be long before I came I knew. Briefly, I considered coming right there next to her naked body but I quickly abandoned that idea because even though I’d done it this morning, it wouldn’t be right to do it without her knowing.

But her pussy was right there in front of me. I wanted it so bad, to be inside it, to find out all its secrets. And so carefully I crept onto the bed between her legs without waking her and brought my face right in front of her sex. The sweet smell was overpowering and what I did next surprised me but I guess there was no stopping it. I stretched my head forward and lightly licked my tongue along her slit, tasting her nectar. Her legs stirred and I froze, listening to her breathing. When I was sure she was asleep I chanced another lick, pressing my tongue in deeper this time.

A faint moan came from her mouth. Was she awake?

I didn’t care. I licked up and down her moistening cunt, exploring this new territory with a fierce determination. There was a hard area about the size of a bean near the top, covered by a hood of skin. I flicked my tongue across it.
 

She moaned again.

I flicked my tongue across it again and then she moved around and it was obvious she was awake but I didn’t want to stop so I plunged my tongue deep between her warm folds, pressing my face into her.

She reached down and grabbed my hair, grinding her hips into me. “Oh, Lacey.” Moaning loudly.

I moved back to the clitoris, circling it wildly with my tongue.

“Yes! There. Mmm.”

Her hips shifted around but I followed her with my mouth and inserted a finger between her glistening lips.

“Stop,” she said.

I didn’t listen. I didn’t want to listen. I kept moving my tongue over her slick clit.

“Hey.” She grabbed a fistful of my hair and forcefully pulled me away. “You’re a naughty girl. You have to listen when Mama says something, okay?”

I was still looking at her pussy, ready to jump back into it, but I nodded.

“Do you want to fuck me, Lacey?”

Oh my god. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. I nodded slowly, but suddenly nervous that I wouldn’t be able to do it right.

“What’s the matter?” she said.

I looked up at her. “I’ve never done it before.”

She didn’t say anything, just pulled me into her breast, her hard nipples against my face, resting my head there as she stroked my hair. “I’ll show you how. Lay down.”

I did as she said and then she climbed on, straddling me. I could feel her moist, warm pussy resting on mine.