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BetweenHerLegs says --

This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration of sexual fantasy.  
It it not intended to describe actual persons or events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  
Likewise, this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or to minors,
nor by or to anyone for whom these materials are illegal, immoral, or ill-advised.

Otherwise... enjoy!

Love and kisses,

Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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"Jane Says Yes"

by BetweenHerLegs

© Jenny Clark, 2008

 

Jane was a happily married woman, and like the vast majority of happily married woman, she felt free to acknowledge the cuteness of other women as appropriate and the sexiness of other men in discretion, and was basically happy and content.  Her husband was a handsome man who took care of himself, and was a generous if not overpowering lover.  While she entertained the occasional fantasy, Jane acted them out only in her head while making love or, on a rare occasion, playing with herself.  Generally speaking, she was satisfied and felt herself lacking in nothing. 

At a shade over forty, Jane was still in excellent shape, with 36C breasts, a lean 25-inch waist, and delightfully curvaceous 34-inch hips.  Her skin was naturally a creamy tan, and she found the right balance between sun and protection so her skin was still smooth and soft, showing only a few character marks at the corner of her lips and eyes when she smiled.  Her hair was a light auburn, and her eyes deep brown, clear and bright as when she was a kid.  She saw a few strands of silver in her brush the other day, but didn't think anything of that.  Not age, character.  

Looking like she did at her age, Jane was no stranger to attention.  She was in business, insurance of all things, and constantly going to conferences where she entertained an endless stream of advances and proposition.  Some were sweet and romantic, others were lewd and to-the-point, but most were just clumsy and inoffensive.  She considered herself an expert at fending them off.  Some of her fellow businesswomen asked if she were flattered by the attention or annoyed by it.  She told them honestly that it was just routine.

The one exception to that had been the one time she had been approached by one of those MILF websites.  Despite the brusque come-on and sneaky seduction tactics shown in their video footage, the men from the site were actually quite polite and honest with her.  This was the one time she was flattered -- to be considered porn-quality beauty at her age.  In fact, they so coolly framed the whole thing as a business transaction that she found herself agreeing to do a video for them. There was a short script, a few costume requests, a handshake agreement, and they were on their way.  It was to be shot in a room in the hotel she was staying at for a convention.

There were two men in the video with her, the host of the site and his friend.  Neither could have been much older than twenty.  Literally half her age.  They were pretty good-looking, though a little full of themselves, so to speak.  Still, the rest of the crew were polite and easy to work with.  The sequence started with a mock-seduction scene and then she was on the couch, between the two young men, kissing them both.

Despite the lights and the cameras, both video and still, and the director on the side, she was surprised to find herself a bit aroused by both the kisses and the strength of their hands inside her thighs.  The two men undressed her, piece by piece, and after a few minutes she was naked on all fours on the floor, looking up at them and reading obscenities from a cue card.

The director called for a break in the action while the guys got their cocks hard enough to perform.

"Sorry," the director had said apologetically.  "These guys do this every day, sometimes more than once a day, for weeks straight.  Sometimes there's a little service-outage."

Jane found herself standing, naked amidst all those people while the two stars poured lubricant onto their cocks and furiously beat their meat.  For a moment, she was tempted to take this opportunity to just call it off, but there was enough arousal in her blood and enough a sense of duty to her contract that she stuck with it.  When the gentlemen were suitably erect, the director called everyone back to places, and Jane returned to her position on the floor.

One cock was inserted into her mouth.  Covered in lubricant, the taste and texture were both pretty unpleasant but she used a healthy amount of her own saliva to wash it clean, and that seemed to be quite a hit with both the director and the other actor.  The more saliva poured over his cock, the more turned on he became, the more engorged his cock grew, and the more furiously he humped her face.  The other cock was sheathed in a condom, and slipped into her pussy from behind.  Despite his supposed practice, the actor was inexpert at fucking her, and she found herself having to do most of the work on that end too.  He seemed to appreciate her talents, and commented on them frequently, as well as on the shape of her hips and ass, and the prettiness of her well-trimmed dark auburn bush.

When it was over, Jane had not orgasmed, but the cock in her pussy had filled its condom, and she had taken one load of the other man's cum in her mouth and another on her face.  She was thanked and paid for her work, and asked if she would like to be called on again for more work.  She declined.  It had been an interesting experience, and certainly worth the money, but it wasn't her line of work.  Even so, the man gave her a business card and a card for a free check-up at a discreet clinic he recommended if she desired.

When Jane told her husband about it, he seemed okay with it and seemed to respect that it had been a business transaction. Business or not, a few months later, she saw that he had purchased the download from the website, and she was sure he was jacking off to it sometimes.

Other than that one, admittedly unusual, excursion, Jane's life ran the course as planned. She was never honestly tempted to cheat, and she never spent time reflecting on the internet porn experience, either loving or hating it.  

Jane spent her forty-third birthday at another conference, in the usual way.  After sessions about upcoming changes in appraisal codes and tort reform, she went to the hotel grill for dinner and a drink, and her table seemed to have a, "hit on me," sticker.

"Hi, I know this sounds stupid, but I saw you at a session earlier, and, well, I don't even remember what the session was about because all I could think about was you."

"Hey there, lonely."

"Hi, I don't usually do this sort of thing, but I've been watching you all day, and I was wondering if you'd have a drink with me?"

"Hey, beautiful, mind if I join you?"

"Need some company?"

"Oh, hey, the hotel said your room has been ruined by a flooding sink or something, but I wanted to let you know you could spend the night in my room, as long as you're cool with sharing a bed."

"Remember me?"

The worst was a guy who brought his teenage daughter along for points.  He was casual suave.  You know the type -- a laid-back sort of Hugh Grant, handsome with perfectly combed dark hair, pleasant features, and a smile which was alternately dazzling and disarming.  He was dressed in a silk suit to prove he was successful, wore business casual shoes to prove he was still down to earth, carried a water bottle to demonstrate he was health conscious, and escorted his sixteen year-old daughter to prove he was a caring, compassionate family man, deserving of both love and sympathy.

Jane was not impressed.

But the daughter looked tired and frustrated with her dad, so she allowed them to join her.  Perhaps that was giving in to the plan.  She wasn't sure, and wasn't entirely sure if it mattered at this point.  

"Terry," the man introduced himself, extending a hand to shake, "and this is my daughter Lee.  I don't normally drag her to conferences with me, but she wanted to see Chicago."  He shrugged.  The father, deserving of both love and sympathy.

"This isn't Chicago, this is a hotel," his daughter Lee muttered.

Jane laughed.  "As far as I know, Chicago is nothing *but* a hotel," she agreed.  "I've been here eight times, and never left a hotel."

"Where are you from originally?" Terry asked.

"Cheyenne, Wyoming, believe it or not."

Lee laughed, and Terry smiled. "Us, too.  I work in Denver, but we live in Cheyenne.  I work out of the home and the car mostly, but -- really?  Cheyenne?"

Jane found herself glancing at the daughter, as if she were a truth-ometer.  The information seemed genuine, so she remarked simply, "Small world."

"Jane I don't usually ask strange women to dine with me, but I thought my daughter could, well, use a little female company for a couple hours, after spending two days straight with me.  I'll treat, if that's alright."

The married woman was amenable to the situation, but not to the arrangements.  "Oh, don't worry, I'll pay for my own, but I certainly won't turn you and Lee away."

The dinner conversation was mostly light and chatty, and very non-threatening most of the time, but after two hours, Jane realized it was also getting a little playful, maybe even a little flirty.  She was becoming a little too at ease with this strange man, who was starting to make his interest in her glaringly apparent.  At one point he excused himself to go to the bathroom, and shortly after he did, the entire universe came to a screeching halt.  Jane's heart fell to the pit of her stomach at the same time as it soared to the heavens.  Things went white and black at the same time.  She was dizzy.  Breathing shallow.  Heart pounding in her ears.

All because, the moment Terry was out of sight, his daughter Lee blurted out, "Jane, would you have dinner with me sometime, just the two of us?"

And Jane had said, "You need to talk to a woman about something?"

And Lee had said, "No, I mean, like a date."

And that's when the world flipped upside down.

Jane couldn't answer, couldn't respond.  Couldn't think straight.  What had just happened?  Had this sixteen year-old girl really just asked a forty-three year-old woman out on a date?  Had Lee asked Jane out on a date?  That was silly!  Of course not!  She must have heard wrong.  Lee wasn't a lesbian.  Jane wasn't a lesbian.  And even among lesbians, sixteen year-olds don't ask out forty-three year-olds.  What had she heard then?  What had Lee actually said?

But when Jane finally was able to focus again, she saw not only sincerity in Lee's face, but that earnest fear of rejection that everyone, especially young people, experience when asking another person out -- particularly someone with whom they are especially infatuated.  Jane realized she was attractive, but she had never been the object of female desire before, or at least, she didn't know it.  

Before she could formulate a response, Terry returned, and Lee's face began stricken with angst.  They ordered some desert and lingered even longer.  At one point Lee went to the restroom, either hoping to catch her breath or hoping the older woman would follow so they could talk in private.  At first Jane was going to let it be the former, but as she watched Lee, she decided the girl deserved better treatment than that.

So she followed.

Lee was certainly a pretty teenager.  She was blonde and thin, with a figure like an elegant vase, long thin stretches with graceful, shapely curves. She had a golden tan and wore her hair in a half-ponytail.  Her eyes were surprisingly mature, the rest of her face immaculately, innocently cute-pretty.  Clearly, Lee could have gone out with anyone she wished, boy or lesbian.  Jane was suddenly very flattered that this pretty creature had not only desired her but had wanted her company enough to brave asking her out, despite the difference in their ages.

"Lee --" she started to say while they washed their hands at the sink.

"I won't beg," Lee told her, her bearing proud, her voice commanding.  Jane noticed anew the elegance of the girl's nose and cheek-bones.  "I won't beg, Jane, but it would really mean a lot to me."

"But Lee, I'm forty-three --"

"Age doesn't mean anything to love," Lee said, lowering her voice as another woman joined them in the bathroom.

"But, Lee, I'm also not --"

"Don't say you're not a lesbian," the girl insisted, her lips quivering.  "Don't say it.  Labels don't mean anything to love either."  There were tears in her eyes.

"Lee, we've only just met."

Now the girl's eyes bore into hers.  "And I know you better than you know yourself already, because I know you're someone who believes in love at first sight, and that's what I felt, and the past few hours have only proven it to me."

"But --"

"If you're not even willing to give love a try, then maybe you're just not as brave as sixteen year-old girl," Lee said, then went into a stall to collect herself.

Jane returned to the table and Terry.  She felt bad for hurting Lee's feelings and disappointing the girl.  But she wasn't a lesbian.  She was a happily married woman.  She didn't cheat with men, let alone with women -- let alone with girls.    Yet, she had done the porn thing as a business transaction.  Could she do this in the same way?  No, that was ridiculous.  Of course not.  And that would be more cruel than saying no.  And she desperately didn't want to say no, because she knew how much that would hurt Lee.

When the girl emerged from the bathroom and started toward their table, Jane found herself smiling instinctively, a warm smile that creased her eyes and made her cheeks glow.  And she realized that Lee saw the smile, because the girl returned it with a radiant expression of pure, simple delight.  God, she was a gorgeous one.  She was wearing a white dress with navy blue polka-dots.  It was a summer dress, clingy in the curves, loose elsewhere.  Perfect way to display her youthful beauty.  As Terry called for the waiter, Lee slid into her seat and winked at Jane.  Sexy, as well as gorgeous.

Sexy?  Was that the usual, distant appraisal of another female, or the recognition of a distant tingle inside herself?  No, never that.  Never that.  Jane shut that down.

"So, dad, Jane said we'd all be going up to her room for drinks, is that still the plan?"

Jane blushed.  She had said nothing of the sort.

Terry grinned.  "Well, perhaps it's too late for you, dear, but I think Jane and I will definitely have a couple of drinks."

Lee rolled her eyes and sighed in that exaggerated way only teenage girls can.  "Dad, it's not that late."

The married woman couldn't help but smile.  "Why don't you both come up for drinks."

Terry didn't hide his disappointment, but they all three nevertheless went to her room.  He had a scotch and seven-up, Jane a gin and tonic, and he allowed Lee to sip at chilled amaretto hot chocolate.  The conversation continued as before, casual and a little too flirty, but Jane found that the whole while, her eyes kept returning to the girl -- to her face, to her graceful arms, her satin-smooth, shapely legs, the way her chest seemed to blossom like a flower, the way her hips and her waist seemed draw the eye into the heart of her woman.  Everything about her demanded attention.  She was certainly pleasant to look at.

"Are you both staying through the conference?" Jane asked, clearing her throat as she realized that she was staring at Lee's thighs.

"Yes, leaving the morning after tomorrow," Terry answered.  "Though tomorrow night I have a dinner with a birds-of-feather group on tornado insurance legislation."

Jane, the stunning forty-three year-old with light auburn hair and deep brown eyes, looked straight into Lee's.  They were blue with flecks of silver.  "Then maybe I should do something with Lee."

"You should!" Terry agreed.

"Sounds like fun," the sixteen year-old blonde beamed.

And Jane became lost in thought.  She had just agreed to go on a date.  She was married.  And she was going on a date.  With a girl.  A sixteen year-old girl.  A beautiful sixteen year-old girl with a lot of personality and a mature intellect.  A sexy sixteen year-old girl who had first asked her out.

It was several minutes before clarity returned and she was emerging from the swarming thoughts, and only then did she realize that Terry had sent Lee back to their room, and was sitting on the couch, kissing her neck.  His hand was on her leg.  She wore a burgundy red skirt and a black blouse, and it was only moments before Terry's hand was inside the first and mouth inside the second.  He had her blouse partly unbuttoned, her 36C bra lifted to allow him to suck violently on her tit while his hand squeezed her pussy through black satin panties.

"You're so wet," he whispered into her breast.

She didn't answer, except to throw her head back and think of Lee's better-than-perfect teenage body and uncommonly beautiful face.  Tomorrow she would be cheating on her husband with this man's daughter. She supposed he deserved to get something out of the deal.  She threw her legs lewdly wide, and he responded by tugging her panties off and then plunging two fingers into her.  He frigged her wetness hard and fast and at every angle he could think of.  She reached down and felt how hard he was, and decided he was ready enough to get this done with.  She threw him to the floor, unfastened his pants just enough to free is cock and then straddled him, plunging down on his cock.

They fucked like that, nearly fully-clothed, for several minutes.  Lee's face danced in Jane's mind, until she was struck by the fact that she had a man other than her husband inside her.  While she thought about that man's daughter.  The whole thing suddenly seemed so wrong and so twisted that she slipped off him.  As she did, his cock burst, sending white semen onto her skirt and his pants.

"Good timing," he chuckled, face red, breath ragged.

Jane forced a smile.  "I'm sorry, Terry, but it's been a long, long day and I think that's all I have in me tonight."

Terry grinned and grabbed a cloth napkin from her table to wipe himself clean with.  "Nice little night cap though, eh?"

The married woman was very uncomfortable, but managed another smile.  "Sure was."

When he left, Jane drew a hot bath and soaked herself clean.  What was puzzling to her was that, as awkward and even ill as she felt about what had just happened with Terry, she felt nothing of the sort when she thought about her date tomorrow with Lee.  Maybe that was because the date with Lee wasn't really sexual.  Was it?  Clearly Lee was attracted to her, and just as clearly, she had spent quite some time admiring the girl's physical attributes, but -- it wasn't sexual.  Right?

After the bath, the attractive forty-three year-old pulled on a fluffy white robe and called her husband.  "Hey, Kev," she said softly into the phone.

"Hey, hon, what's up?  You sound upset?"

"Something happened tonight."

A pause.  His breathing sounded strained.  Then a forced chuckle.  "You do another porn shoot?"  The humor was even more forced than the chuckle before it.

"Worse."

"What do you mean?"

"I was talking to another insurance guy, turned out he was from Cheyenne, things got a little too friendly, I think I had a couple drinks too many and next thing I knew he was all over me and I was letting him do it."

Another pause.  His breathing sounded rougher.  "What did you let him do?"

"I let him screw me, Kev."  And then her conscious got the better of her.  "And I ended up on top, so I guess I screwed him, too."

A much longer pause.  Breathing even rougher.  "So you cheated on me and you liked it, that's what you're saying?"

"No, I didn't like it," she told him honestly.  "I did it, and I hope you can forgive me, because it was wrong, but I didn't like it.  I just did it.  I'm not sure why."

"We'll have to talk more when you get back."

"I know, I'm really sorry, Kev."

"I love you, Jane, it'll be okay, but . . . just give me a while to figure out how to handle this, 'kay?  It's a little weird.  But it doesn't change anything."

"I love you so much, Kevin."

"Have a good night, hon, it'll be okay.  Just . . . Just don't see this guy again, okay?"

"Definitely not!"

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Bye.  I love you," she said softly.

"I love you too."

He hung up.  And Jane realized that she hadn't said anything about Lee.  About her date.  She didn't feel guilty about that either.  Emotionally exhausted but feeling a strange warmth inside her, Jane crawled naked onto her bed, and hugged a pillow to herself.  As she drifted off to sleep, hugging the pillow, she wondered what it would be like to have her arms around Lee.

Most of the next day was so busy with mandatory sessions and meetings that she had little or no time to think about the previous night.  She woke aroused and carried the undeniable energy of general anticipation with her through the day, but that was the extent of it.  Her indiscretion with Terry never crossed her mind.  Lee never left it.  While Jane didn't spend any focused time in thinking about her, the image of the pretty teen hung before her all day, like a bright beacon beckoning her through the mundane.

That evening, almost the instant she got back to her room, the phone rang.  It was Lee.

"Hi," her voice sound, soft and husky and sweet and just a little scared.

"Hi," Jane said back, her own voice more than a little nervous.

"What do you want to do tonight?"

"You're the one who asked me out, it's up to you," Jane laughed.  The girl's sexy naiveté was infectious.  Jane felt like she was back in college again.  Of course, even through most of college sixteen year-old's had been off-limits in her mind.

"Oh, yeah, I guess so, huh."  A pause.  "Dress casual and meat me downstairs.  There's a restaurant around the corner my dad took me to our first night here, very nice but very low-key."

"How casual?"

"Jeans is fine."

"Okay, I'll be right down."

"Me too."

"Bye, Lee."

"Bye, Janie."

As she hung up, Jane's skin was tingling.  Only one other person had called her Janie.  Her first boyfriend, back in high school.  A super-sweet, super-romantic guy who had received her first ever blow-job after they had gone steady for several months, but had then never talked to her again because he was more mortified than embarrassed by his inability to return the favor by giving her oral.  He had tried and had gagged on her bush.  That was when she had started to trim closely, but too late to save her relationship with Corey.  Janie.  She shivered.

She dressed in front of a mirror, appraising her appearance.  While she was not surprised that men her own age found her attractive, and was perhaps even less surprised that younger men saw a fantastic MILF figure in her, she was astounded that a young, beautiful, life-filled girl would be attracted to her.  She hoped she didn't disappoint.  She put on a clean, powder-blue bra and matching cotton bikini panties.  Then a pair of tight, light-blue jeans she knew showed off her ass well.  Her top was a button-down silk blouse, navy blue.  She left the top few buttons undone to show off her 36C cleavage a bit.  She left the bottom button undone to show off her lightly rounded tummy and cute belly-button.  The forty-three year-old wife knew she was acting like a girl half her age, but it felt good, so she reveled in it.

Her hair, she put back in a ponytail, leaving one lock of bangs on the left side to hang playfully in front of her face.  She spritzed herself a little too heavily with a sexy perfume, and then finished off by slipping bare feet into medium heeled navy sandals.

She was off.

She waited about ten minutes for Lee.  The girl was a vision.  Her jeans and lightweight sweater showed off her graceful curves.  Her shape seemed to swoop down from chest to waist and then to glide back out to hips and ass before easing gently down into her legs and feet.  Too, Jane realized that part of the girl's allure was that even though her face was clearly happy, it wasn't dopey.  It was a little serious, even suspicious.  She was young enough to take life's pleasures at face value but old enough to know they could go away at any moment. That stirred something inside Jane.  She felt a sudden aching desire to make sure that this sixteen year-old angel never lost that perfect balance.

They smiled at each other wordlessly and walked out of the hotel side-by-side.  As if by accident, Jane took the girl's hand.  At first Lee gasped, but she settled into it. Jane too was surprised at her own action, but she stayed with it.  Anyone who saw them would think them mother and daughter or something else harmless.  And it felt so good.  It wasn't natural or comfortable; it was thrilling and exciting and pleasant.  The girl's fingers were so dainty and long, her hand so soft and gentle.  Nothing at all like holding a man's hand.  Jane wanted to treasure that feeling.

"I love the look of this place," Lee remarked about the outside of the restaurant, which was a combination of art deco and gothic revival.  "The architecture shouldn't flow, but it does.  I like that."

Jane smiled.  "So you going to be an artist or an architect?"

Lee laughed.  "Neither, actually.  I just like kids and I want to be an elementary school teacher," she said, sounding almost embarrassed.  "Nothing your generation would be proud of."

The reference to the difference in their ages should have been jarring, but it wasn't.  There was no point denying it, and trying to skirt around it would only make it more of an issue.  "Actually, I think your honesty about that is . . . compelling."  She worked to avoid the word arousing, though there was no denying that either.  She was finding herself not simply admiring this girl, but actually turned on by her.

"And I find it compelling that you're compelled by that," Lee said in turn, and the way she said it made it clear that she had heard the word arousing anyway.

Inside, they took a table for two in a corner and when the waiter came, Lee ordered drinks for them.  "I'll have a Dr. Pepper, and Janie will have a gin and tonic, Bombay sapphire gin if you have it, just a little ice."

Jane probably should have asked if the girl was trying to get her drunk, but instead she noted, "You remembered."  That was her drink from last night.

"Love is in the details," the blonde said easily.

"Lee, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Sure," the girl allowed, though she sounded a little afraid.

Jane continued in soft tones. "Am I the fist woman you've asked out before?"

"The first anyone I've asked out before."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Well, am I the first woman you've been out on a date with?"

"The first anyone."

Jane blinked.  "Wait, this is your first date ever?"

"Feel special?" the girl asked a bit archly.

Though she blushed, Jane had to admit that she did feel a little special.  "Yes, actually," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.  "Thank you."

Lee laughed sardonically. "You're quite welcome," she said.  There was a moment of relaxed silence, during which Lee's eyes searched Jane's face, then roamed over her body as they sat at their small, round table.

It was Jane who finally broke the silence, but reluctantly.  "Why me?" she asked.  "Why a woman who's very nearly three times your age?"

The hot blonde looked aggravated.  "I told you love doesn't care about age," she said scoldingly.  Then she softened.  "But as to why you . . . I just knew, the moment we walked into that hotel restaurant, I saw you, and I knew."

"Lucky thing your dad came over to my table then."

"That was my doing," Lee confessed.  "Dad actually planned on dining alone then calling for one of his pay-friends while I spent the night in my room.  But I saw you, fell head over heels, and begged him to eat with you so I could be around another woman for a while, and he saw you, approved of your appearance, and the rest you know."

"You dad gets hookers?"

"Constantly," the girl said.  "Even at home sometimes if Mom is away.  He's a sicko."

"He doesn't look like a sicko," Jane said in surprise, even as her feelings were a little hurt that she had been Terry's second choice to a hooker last night.

"I'm sure after I left you found out otherwise," she said.

Jane blushed.  "Lee --"

The girl's face looked hurt.  "I know what happened, or basically.  My dad left his messed-up trousers on the bathroom floor."

"Lee, I, I didn't like it."

"But you did it anyway," she said with a half-hearted shrug.  "My dad doesn't get much resistance from women."  The girl grimaced.  "Will your husband find out?"

"I told him last night."

"What did he say?"

"He said it was okay, he understood."

"Dumb ass," Lee spat.

"What?" Jane asked a bit hotly.

Lee's face was a mask of fiery resentment.  "I'm hurt that you slept with a man the night before you were going to go on a date with me, and your husband doesn't even get jealous?  What a dumb ass."

The married woman flushed red, but now it wasn't over anger at the girl's comments.  She was touched by her jealousy.  And compelled by her honesty in confessing it.  "Lee, I'm sorry, I really am.  It won't happen again, I swear."

What the hell did that mean?  Jane had just confused herself. She had just spoken to this sixteen year-old girl not only as if this wouldn't be their only date, but as if they were in a relationship.  And what did she mean wouldn't happen again?  She wouldn't cheat on her?  What did that mean?

The hard edge on Lee's countenance eased.  "Okay, I'm sorry, Janie, I shouldn't be so hurt about it."

Jane reached across the table and touched the back of the girl's hand.  "It's okay," she said.  "It's sweet.  And I'm serious.  It won't happen again."

There it was again, whatever it meant.

"So if you told him about my dad, did you tell him you had a date with me?"

Unsure how this would be taken, Jane  just answered honestly, "No, I didn't mention it."  The rest of the words came gushing out of her before she was even consciously aware of their formulation in her mind.  "It was a phone call of confession, of getting rid of guilt for something distasteful, something done wrong, and my date with you didn't need to be confessed.  It's not distasteful, and it's not wrong."

Lee was beaming now.  "I'm glad you think that."  She took Jane's hand in both of hers, raised it to her lips and kissed it softly.  "Sorry," she then said, "I suppose I shouldn't do that in public."

Jane had become suddenly very aware of the possible attention the act would get them.  It wasn't a mother-daughter gesture, not the way the girl had done it.  "I'm not ashamed to be out with you," Jane assured her hastily.  "Not in the slightest."

"But," Lee completed the unspoken addendum, "if anyone thinks we're on a date, then age suddenly does matter.  It may not matter to love, but it matters to people."

Jane closed her eyes, nodded tightly, and when she reopened her eyes there were tears.  "I'm sorry, L," she said, calling the girl by a letter that could equally stand for Lee and for lover.  "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault, Janie," the girl said, as their drinks and a basket of rolls finally arrived.  Clearly she was upset at the societal constraints on this date.  "I'll be right back, I'm going to the restroom, go ahead and order for us both."

She rose quickly, and both Jane and the waiter watched her go. Her ass, so much shapelier than it should be for her size and her age.  Her hips, swaying with the same grace with which they were formed.  

The waiter winked at Jane.  "Your date is almost as hot as you," he said with a wink.

The light auburn haired woman with creamy tan skin should probably have denied that it was a date, but instead she said, almost under her breath, "Hotter," and then ordered meals for them.  The food was good, and the evening splendid. At times it seemed they talked endlessly, but at other times there was such a relaxed and easy silence that it seemed they had hardly spoken.  Their conversation revealed a growing intimacy with and interest in one another.  Their silences bespoke of the physical attraction between them.

After dinner and a light desert they went for a walk, and in the anonymity of the crowded downtown Chicago streets, they held hands without shame, and at one point, had their arms around each other's waists, Lee's head resting on Jane's shoulder.  Jane had not forgotten that she was married, but she didn't think about it.  She had not forgotten the age difference, but instead took great joy from it, as younger and older shared experiences and insights and learned and took energy from one another.  She had not forgotten that it was a girl, a young woman, that she was out with, but she was glad for it, not awkward about it, for this girl was the most emotionally and physically appealing person she had ever been around.

When the date came to an end at the door to Jane's hotel room, both were heartbroken about it.  "Will I ever get to see you again?" Lee asked anxiously.  "Like this, I mean, on a date?"

Jane's eyes wore a tense expression.  She started to say she wasn't sure, but instead she said, "Yes, somehow, yes." And then, her words again taking control of her mouth without conscious thought.  "And always remember that I meant my promise."

"It won't happen again?"

"It won't happen again."

There was now a silence less relaxed than before.  The pounding of their hearts was almost audible.  And then Lee asked, "Not even with your husband?"

Another silence, their hearts even louder.  Jane's head almost heart from the throbbing.  Her voice almost choked as she reached out, touched Lee's cheek, and said, "Not even with my husband."

Then Lee pressed her body to Jane's, embraced the older woman, and kissed her softly on the lips.  "Janie," she groaned.

The married woman returned the kiss, slipping her tongue lightly between the sixteen year old's lips and resting her hands on the girl's perfect ass.  "L," she whispered simply.  Then, full of desire, she said, "You should go, before your dad gets suspicious."

"I don't want to go," Lee pleaded.  "I want to go in with you."

They kissed again.  "I want you to come in, too, but . . . your dad will be worried, and it's also our first date."

Lee giggled.  "First date."  She kissed the older woman's throat. "I like the sound of that."

Jane squeezed the girl's ass and kissed her full-on and deep before saying, "Me too, now go."

Before anything further could be said, she gave Lee a gentle push and slipped into her hotel room, closing the door behind her.  She really hadn't wanted the girl to go, but she didn't want to push things either.  She hadn't even had a chance to think about what was happening.  It had all been feelings and instinct.  Feelings and instinct that saw her melting to the floor against the wall just inside her door, aching for Lee, wishing she had let the girl come in.  

After a few moments of self-pity, she forced herself up, and she changed into bedclothes, preparing for a night of watching romantic movies on pay-per-view and crying herself to sleep on the couch.  She slipped into a simple white cotton nightie, thin and cool, almost see-through, and changed from her satin panties into a pair of white cottons with pink flowers on them.  No sooner had she sat on the couch than her phone rang.

She answered.  "Hello?"

"Janie, it's me."

Jane's heart stuck in her throat.  "Lee, what's wrong?  You sound upset."

The girl sighed loudly on the other end of the line.  "My dad wants to know if I can spend the night in your room."

"What?"

"Here, ask him."

The phone was passed, and then Terry spoke, "I'm sorry, Jane, really, but you and Lee seem to get along so well, and I, uh, I'm not alone tonight, so I was wondering if she could crash in your room."

Blood coursing through her veins it was all Jane could do not to answer too rapidly.  "Yes, of course she can."

"Great, thanks."

Terry hung up the phone, and Jane collapsed back onto the couch.  What to do?  She quickly went to her bedroom and pulled on a white bra.  The nightgown was definitely too see-through for company.  Maybe she should get dressed again or put on a robe or --

There was a knock on the door.

Too late.  Jane looked out.  It was Lee.  She admitted the girl into the room, and they looked at each other for a few minutes, keeping their distance as if afraid of what would happen if they got too close.  Lee was wearing dark blue satin pajama pants with silver pin strips, really showing off the curves and shape of her lower body, and a light blue cotton halter top that exposed her midriff somewhat and more of her cleavage than she probably should with a horny man about the house.  Or, now, a horny woman.

"You're beautiful," Lee said at least.  "Really, really beautiful."

"Only half as beautiful as you, love," Jane said quietly, aware that the last word had slipped out only too late.  But she didn't regret it.  But she cleared her throat.  The sexual tension needed to be broken up before something happened that they might regret later.  They had only been on one date, after all.  And surely they both needed more time to finish working through the ramifications of their relationship, a sixteen year-old girl and a forty-three year-old married woman.  "Want some popcorn?"

Lee giggled.  "Definitely!"  She threw herself onto the couch.  "I'll pick the movie!" she said, and started surfing the pay-per-view listings.

Jane smiled, loving her date's girlish enthusiasm for life.  The kitchenette was supplied with a microwave, and she never traveled without a few bags of microwave popcorn, so she started one popping, and when she returned, she had a bag of popcorn and two cans of Dr. Pepper.  "So your dad got a hooker tonight?" she asked with a laugh, lowering herself on the couch next to Lee.

The girl shuddered.  "No, he met a couple at this meeting of his and brought them back with him, a man and a woman.  He wasn't thinking about me being along this trip, I don't think, since when I got up to the room they were all naked in the main room of the suite." She shuddered again. "They were all rolling around, kissing and fondling, it was pretty sick."

Jane was a little surprised.  Terry hadn't struck her as the type who would include men in his fun.  But then she also realized she hadn't struck herself as the type who would include women in her fun, and here she was, having incredibly obscene thoughts about a sixteen year-old girl.

Changing the subject, Jane asked, "So what movie did you pick?"

Lee laughed.  "I thought about picking this lesbian porn flick I saw on there to try to seduce you, but I decided you probably wouldn't let that fly."

"Good call," Jane agreed with her own laugh.

"So instead, I thought I'd just play one of the music channels, and let you watch something other than a movie."

She hit the volume on the remote, bringing up soft, romantic music, set the popcorn and soft drinks on the table, and, before Jane really knew what was happening, the girl lifted off her halter top and let it fall to the couch.

"Do you like my breasts?" she asked huskily, massaging them as she knelt on the couch next to the older woman.

Jane could only stare for several moments at the perfectly formed, perfectly tanned breasts and the delicate hands fingers which gently kneaded their flesh.  The breasts were utterly round, soft and yet firm. Her nipples were brown, her aureoles nearly transparent.  There were no tan lines.

The girl tweaked her own nipples quickly and then lifted them towards the older woman.  "Do you like them?" she asked again.

"Yes," Jane said, swallowing, unable to take her eyes off the girl's perfect bosom.  Probably 34C if she had to guess.  Not huge, but large enough on her thin frame, and, without a flaw.  "Yes, I like them very much."  She grabbed the halter top from the couch and pulled it back over her young companion's head.  

"What's wrong, I thought you liked them?" Lee asked, sitting back down, almost sulkily.

"I like them a lot," Jane assured her, clearing her throat.  "If anything, I like them too much."

"There's no too much," Lee promised. "Everything you see is yours," she said seriously.  "And everything you don't see."

"L, we only had our first date tonight."

"Janie, I knew I loved you the moment I set eyes on you in the bar, and our time together has only proven that to me.  You're the woman I've been waiting for all my life, I didn't even know I was waiting for a woman."

At this, Jane was surprised.  "You didn't know you were waiting for a woman?"

Lee rolled her eyes and drew her legs up close to her body, nestling into the corner of the couch.  "I'm a sheltered sixteen year-old girl," she said, "and you think I knew I was waiting for a woman?  I've never felt like this before about anyone, but I had always assumed it would be about a boy or a man when I did."  Their eyes met, dark brown and blue with silver starlights.  "And then I saw you in the hotel, and I knew I'd been wrong.  I knew you were the one."

"The one?"

"The one for me."

"But I'm older than you and I'm married."

"Love is love," Lee said simply, and she clearly meant it, and looked very adult when she said it.  Then she turned sheepish, and looked very much like a little girl.  "Are my boobs too small?"

Jane's cheeks  burned read. "No, they're perfect."  As had happened so many times tonight, words came unbidden.  "More than perfect.  I can't stop thinking about them, can't stop looking at your chest now. I've never been attracted to another woman before, never thought about things like this before, but . . . No, there's nothing I would change about your breasts."

Lee moved closer, kneeling low beside the woman of her longings, and took one of Jane's hands and gently guided it up her shirt, until the older woman's hand was covering one perfect, young tit.  Jane's breath became ragged, her eyes wide.  Her lips suddenly seemed very dry.  And even as she protested, her fingers gently closed to encircle the girl's flesh.  She felt a nipple harden against her palm, and gasped in surprise.  "This is a bad idea, Lee," she said weekly.

"Why is that?" the girl asked, guiding the other hand up under the halter to other tit.

Driven by instinct, that hand too closed about the breast it had been gifted. "Because --"  Jane stopped talking and forced herself to withdraw her hands from the girl's chest.  "Because I've never felt like this before in my whole life, and if we keep going, I don't think I'll be able to stop."

Lee crawled onto the older woman's lap, still kneeling, and made direct, probing eye contact.  "Am I the one?" she asked.

Tears started to form in Jane's eyes.  "Yes," she breathed, dizzy with butterflies, "you're the one."

"Then don't you dare even think about stopping," Lee commanded in a husky whisper, removing her halter top and pulling the married woman's mouth down to her chest.  "Don't stop, Janie... please don't stop."

There was a long time without talking, without thinking.  All that remained was Jane's mouth and Lee's chest.  Lips which tasted as they massaged, tongue that teased and licked, teeth which lightly scraped.  Then there was sucking and suckling and nursing and the making of large, purple bruises.  Soon Lee's entire chest was covering in sweat and saliva, and Jane was still hungrily devouring her, whimpering as she did.

Then her hand slid down between Lee's satin pajama legs, and for the first time she felt the warmth and moisture of another woman's desire.  "I want to see all of you," Jane pleaded.  "I want to look at your beautiful body."

Lee got to her feet and slipped her pajama pants off.  She then giggled and touched her mound, where her red cotton panties were stained dark with her dampness.  "Look how wet you've got me, Janie."

"Let me see," Jane begged.  "Let me see how wet you are."  She got to her own knees on the couch, her hands folded before her, begging.  "Please, love, please."

Sexy eyes veiled by her long lashes, Lee stepped out of her panties.  Her pussy was completely hairless, and glistening with her own juices.  And Jane knew in that moment that a woman's wetness was infinitely more beautiful than a man's hardness.  It was a desire that invited rather than demanded.  It was as graceful as the woman herself.

"You're the most beautiful thing in all the world," Jane said, not afraid to sound silly for this young girl.  "I love you so much, there will never be another.  You're the girl I've been waiting for all my life, and I never even knew I was waiting for anyone."

Lee reached down and spread the lips of her pussy.  "I don't have much hair yet anyway," she said as trickles of juice now fell onto her thighs, "but I shaved this afternoon just for you, just for my own true love."

Jane started to move towards her, but Lee backed off.  "Now I want to see you," she said.  "I want to see my love as she sees me."

Jane stood and reached down to lift her night gown, but Lee stepped towards her.  "Let me," she offered.  Her nakedness was so close, Jane felt like she was going to faint she so overcome by desire.  The girl reached down and slowly lifted her older lover's night gown over her head.  She then stepped back, as if to admire Jane.  

"You're gorgeous," she said, sounded delighted.  "I mean, I knew you were hot, but I had no idea!"  She embraced the married woman and kissed her all over her face, then slid her mouth down her throat.  She tightened the embrace, squeezing the other woman's thigh between her own naked legs, pressing her wet, hairless pussy into her.  As she did this, her mouth slid slowly lower and her hands slid the woman's bra down off her breasts, exposing them before bothering to unclasp the bra.

"Oh my god!" Lee cried out, biting Jane's woman flesh gently and then sucking hard on her nipple.  "Oh my god!"  She nursed one tit hard and then the other, her hands sliding down inside the married woman's panties, feeling her naked ass. "Oh my god, I want you so much!" she cried out, finally pushing the woman back to the couch.  

She slid down her body, and touched her panties.  "Looks like I have you wet, too."

"So wet," Jane managed to gasp, looking down at the pretty young girl who was worshipping her body.  Lee was kissing her thighs, then her knees, then her calves, then her feet, inching her panties down slowly with the parade.  She lingered to suck on Jane's big toe, running her tongue around it in circles.  Jane groaned and arched her back.  "Oh, god, Lee!" she grunted.

Lee smiled and finished remove the older woman's panties.  She looked up at the neatly trimmed strip of dark auburn bush and the luscious fold's of Jane's pussy.  Her cheeks burned red, her eyes lost their focus.  "So beautiful," she whispered.  "So beautiful, I want to kiss you."

And she crawled part way up the married woman's body and lowered her face towards her pussy.  Lee inhaled slowly.  "You smell so good," she said.

Panting, desperately on fire, Jane spread her legs and cast them over the pretty young teenager's shoulders.  "Please," she said, crying.  "Please."

When Lee's mouth met her pussy Jane had an instant climax. The touch of the young girl's soft, wet lips was too much for her, and she let out a scream as her body hunched up in on itself.  "Oh god, Lee, don't stop," she begged.  

The sixteen year old laughed softly, and dipped her head back down into the wet, creamy pussy which lay beneath her.  She may have never had a date before and may never have thought about sex with another woman before, but she had some instinct that guided her well.  Jane had never felt anything like this before.  Lee was in no hurry.  She patiently nibbled and sucked gently on the older woman's out lips, then played with her inner folds like a delicacy to be savored.  Only after her entire cunt was covered in saliva did Jane feel the girl dig in deeper.  Lee used her fingers to hold her open and at first stabbed inside her with her tongue.  Then she licked, and lapped, and tasted.  Then again.  And again. More aggressively.  Then she rolled her tongue and started to fuck the old woman with it while her hands reached under hear and aggressively kneaded her ass.  Jane humped up against her face, marveling at how the pretty blonde hair fell over her lap.  She squeezed the teen's face with her thighs.  

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Cum for me, Janie," Lee moaned into her.  "Cum for me again."  And she began slurping nosily on Jane's cunt, and soon the limit was again reached and Jane exploded again. She screamed Lee's name loudly as she lost total control of her body in a spasm of convulsions that sent limbs flailing and contorted her body madly.

Greedily, she pulled the girl up to her and kissed her, kissed all over her face, tasting her own juices.  It was so erotic that she became hungry and kissed her deep on the mouth, sucking her tongue into her mouth and biting it.  She wanted Lee.  She wanted her bad.  Her hands pawed roughly at the teen's breasts, and then one strayed down and soon had a finger inside the girl from behind.  Lee rocked against the finger.  Jane added another finger.  Then she began fucking her harder and faster, and after only a moment, Lee called out, "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" and threw herself back off Jane just as her pussy erupted in a massive squirting orgasm that sprayed all over the married woman.

Jane's eyes went wide.  She had never witnessed female ejaculation and was amazed at its power.  It was so much fuller, so much more an expression of desire and passion than a man's thin, dribbling squirt of white semen.  She reached for Lee and, clutching at her shapely young hips pulled her pussy towards her.

She expected to experience a hesitation when it came to the moment of actually putting her face against another woman's vagina, but there was nothing of the sort.  She simply pulled Lee down onto her face and felt herself redden with desire and effort as the girl rode her hard, grinding her bald pussy into Jane's eager mouth.  Jane was astounded by Lee's taste.  A little salty, a little tangy, a little bitter, very sweet.  Her scent was strong and like a spicy musk.  

Lee's humping down on her face ended up spreading herself just with the efforts of grinding and rubbing, and the moment that happened, Lee saw her clit and knew what she needed to do. She puckered her lips and blew a stream of cold air on the hot, throbbing button.

"Janie!" Lee cried out.

And Jane took the clit between her lips and sucked it, pressing it with her tongue as she did.  This time when Lee came, she squirted again, right into the face she riding.  Jane's eyes filled with her lover's juice, and she groaned with pleasure.

They fell apart, panting, red, covered in sweat.  They did not speak, they only looked at each other and smiled.  Jane took the lead by rising, and taking her young lover's hand, walked with her back to the suite's bedroom.

They crawled under the covers and embraced, kissing one another very softly as their hands began to tentatively explore one another's soft forms. The sexual tension was broken, and now they could make love.  Each understood without speaking, so they said nothing, only caressed and kissed.  Jane was continually amazed at how sweet the girl's body was, even covered with sweat and their juices.

After a few moments, the kisses began to deepen again.  Their eyes open, staring into each other's depths, their mouths were wide and their tongues explored, exchanging slick handshakes from time to time. They were getting sloppy and noisy, and saliva poured out onto each other’s faces as they began to roll under the covers.  

It was Jane's hand that first decided to heat things back up.  She slid one finger deep into the sixteen year-old's cunt, crooking it to better fathom her depths.  She felt the pulsing of veins in her swollen walls and groaned with pleasure.  It was so intimate.  So much more intimate than anything else she had ever experienced.

Running her tongue over her young lover's eyelids she used her index and middle finger to spread her pussy open and began to fuck her with the middle.  When Lee arched her back, Jane pressed her clit with her thumb.

"Slow down," Lee panted, the first words they'd spoken in the bedroom.  "This time, together."

Jane understood and said nothing as the young girl slipped three fingers inside her and began a slow, steady stroking.  Jane eased up on Lee's clit and started to move her middle finger in circles.  After a few moments of this concentrated mutual attention, both were moaning incomprehensible things and slowly swaying their hips into the other's hand.

In an instant, Jane was overcome by the desire to taste the girl's pretty little pussy again.  She rolled them over so she was on top and then rotated so that she was under the sheets facing the girl's feet.  She'd never been in a 69 before, but she figured that the first time should be like this, with the girl of her dreams.  She lowered her face so that her light auburn hair fell between the teen's legs.  This time she licked slowly at the girl's bald cunt, as if she were tasting a desert and trying to make it last.

"You're so perfect," Lee groaned, grasping the other woman's hips and pulling her pussy down to her face to complete the 69.  

It was hot under the sheets, but as the sixteen year-old drew her legs up to allow Jane better access to her pussy and began her own oral ministrations, Jane didn't care about the heat. This was the eternal moment.  And, indeed, for a long, timeless while, the two lovers remained thus, gently kissing and licking the heart of the other's intimacy, hands softly caressing thighs, hips and buttocks.  Sometimes, one would press deeper, smelling, feeling, and tasting the wet insides of the other.  But they took their time, and the world disappeared.  There was nothing but togetherness.

When Jane shook off the sheets and rolled off Lee to catch her breath, neither one had climaxed again, but neither one cared.  This was about making love, not achieving some goal.  This was their timeless evening together.

Smiling at her older, married lover, Lee scooted from the bed, and took Jane by the hand to the bathroom.  She started a shower of a warm but not hot water, and rummaged through Jane's toiletries until she found what she decided was a sudsy enough soap.  She then helped Jane into the shower, letting the water stream all over her hot body, sticky with sweat, saliva, and the liquid of their love.  Joining her in the tub, Lee got her hands nice and foaming with soap and that started to massage her lover all over, working up a good lather.  Her hands were slick and glided sensually over Jane's soft skin and well-tones muscles.

That this was intensely erotic for them both was evident by the looks in their eyes, the closeness of their bodies, and the hardness of their nipples.  Soon Jane too had a handful of soap, and both bodies became intertwined in sensual, sudsy dance.  Suddenly Lee became consumed by another idea, and she rinsed them both off and ran, soaking wet back to the bed, pulling Jane by the hand behind her.  She paused to grab something out of the toiletries and then flung her dripping wet lover to the bed.

She had a bottle of baby oil in her hands which she started to squirt unrestrainedly all over Jane's body.  When a sufficient bead of oil had been poured around Jane's form, Lee tossed the bottle to the bed and started to work the oil in, beginning with her shoulders, and moving slowly down her arms.  The more she massaged, the slicker they both became.  From Jane's hands she worked over the older woman's side and stomach, then slid up to her large breasts, which she worked over with particularly reverent care.

When lee began to work the oil around Jane's thighs with her own slippery hands, Jane took up the bottle of oil and began to squirt it playfully on the teenager's back and ass, and then sit up enough where she could massage the oil around.  Soon their shower-drenched bodies were thoroughly coated in oil and they were rolling around the bed, slipping and sliding between one another's limbs, and around one another's bodies like greased-up snaked.  They laughed and smiled and felt warm in one other's slippery embrace.

After a while, Jane lay back in a spread eagle, which Lee matched on top of her, their pussies touching, their breasts pressing into one another, their tongue playing outside their mouths.

"I love you, Janie," Lee said in her soft, husky voice, her eyes serious and full of sincerity.  

"I love you too, L," Jane said, hoping her own eyes showed some of the same free honesty.  "My precious Lee."

"You're the one."

"You're the one."

"No one else," Lee panted.

"No one else," Jane agreed.

And then, smiling with both love and mischief, Lee reached out to the tip of Jane's oiled hand, to her left hand ring finger, and slid her wedding ring and engagement ring off, so they fell to the floor.

"No one else," Lee breathed, closing her mouth on Jane's to seal the deal.

"No one else," Jane agreed once again, sliding under the teenager's lithe, slick body.  She came out behind her, and pulled her ass into the air, massing its oily cheeks, she reached her tongue into the girl's exposed pussy, and began to tongue fuck her hard.  "No one else," Jane said for the third time, laying back and pulling the pussy onto her face.

Lee sat up  and rode her face, humping it hard while she played with her own breasts.  Jane’s claws sunk hard into the ass above her as she willed herself deeper into the girl's pussy. She wished she could climb inside her.  The sixteen year-old collapsed forward shortly before she orgasmed, and when she came it was another earth-shattering explosion of liquid, all over Jane's face as her ass and thighs trembled  with the force of the climax.

Lee rolled onto her back and as she panted, trying to collect herself after the powerful orgasm, Jane slid off the bed.  When she returned she pulled Lee into a sitting position, and then knelt in front of her.

"No one else," the forty-three year-old said, kissing the inside of the girl's knees  and then taking her right hand and sliding her diamond engagement ring onto the right ring finger.  "Never again."

The sixteen year old started to cry and then when Jane pressed something into her palm, looked at it.  Knowing what to do, she helped Jane up to sit on the edge of the bed, then took her turn on her knees.  "No one else," she said, crying and slipping Jane's old wedding band onto the ring finger of her right hand.  "Never again."

And she bent down between the older woman's legs and began to kiss her pussy, softly and tenderly.  Jane gently pressed the blonde head into her and sighed with pleasure.  "You were right, Lee, I do believe in love at first sight." 

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