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Subject: {ASSM} Sex at 40 - part 4  (FF)
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http://sexat40.blogspot.com/

Kathleen woke the next day, alone and naked in a strange bed. It was a
bright morning and she could smell coffee. The Sybian machine sat on
the floor beside the bed and memories began to flood back as soon as
she saw it.

She stretched and did her best to wake up properly, but she had very
little time alone before Maria entered the room carrying a tray. "Hey,
sleepyhead," she greeted her new friend. She offered the tray to
Kathleen, who took a steaming mug of coffee and then she set it on the
nightstand and climbed into bed.

Kathleen sipped the strong coffee gratefully and then turned to her
host. "Made a fool of myself last night, didn't I?" she confessed.
"I'm sorry. I think it was the drink."

"You didn't make a fool of yourself at all," Maria chided. She looked
stern. "What are you talking about?"

Kathleen shook her head. "I feel like a complete fool."

Maria patted her hand. "Well don't, OK?" She set her mug back on the
tray. "Listen. We all have needs. We're all lonely sometimes. You were
the perfect guest."

Kathleen managed a weak smile but she was encouraged by the words. She
didn't really feel that she had done wrong but she feared that her new
neighbor was thinking badly of her, and the reassurance was welcome.

They drank the coffee and made small talk for a while, and then Maria
poured refills. "Seriously," she said. "Any time you'd like to use the
Sybian, that's fine. I'll give you privacy if you want it."

Kathleen glanced down at the wonderful machine. "Thank you. Maybe I'll
get one for myself. Where did you buy it? Did you have to send off?"

Maria pushed her back onto the bed and lay next to her, propped on her
right elbow. "I'm not sure I want to tell you," she teased. "If you
want to use one, you'll have to come over here and use mine."

Kathleen was shocked when she felt Maria's soft touch on her stomach.
The fingers moved in small circles, drifting imperceptibly down. The
progress was slow but the direction was unmistakable. It was thrilling
and frightening at the same time, welcome yet difficult to accept.
Kathleen felt as if she were standing at a doorway through which she
could easily pass but which offered no possibility of return.
Nevertheless, she spread her legs to allow the unseen fingers better
access and sighed when they arrived at the lips of her vagina.

"Close your eyes," Maria commanded.

Kathleen recognized that it would make the experience easier, that she
could fantasize that the stimulation came from male fingers. Yet she
kept her eyes open, watching Maria work. Her long dark hair was tied
back and she looked mysterious and beautiful, wild but kind, predatory
but vulnerable.

She moved forward to kiss Kathleen and began to stroke her clitoris
now, taking the game to the next level. The kiss was sweet and gentle
and hastened Kathleen's orgasm considerably. She wrapped her arms
around her lover, thrusting her hips up now to increase the contact.

"Stop teasing," she begged. "Rub it hard."

Maria did, and Kathleen let out a grunt as her body shifted gear. She
held her breath, urging herself to the orgasm that she needed. Maria
knew exactly what to do, rubbing her the way no man ever had. It was
perfect. The orgasm built and built. She tried to be patient but it
was hard, she needed the release so much.

Then, suddenly and for the first time, she saw a clear way to reach
the plateau, that glorious place where the climax was finally in
reach, where she knew she could come anytime she wanted. She tried to
make it last but she could not hold out any more. Her entire body
stiffened and then it was upon her, the little death that shut out
everything else.

http://sexat40.blogspot.com/

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