The Perilous Adventures of Isabel and Moira
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I haven't always liked women. After one of my female friends opened my eyes to the pleasure of making love with a woman, only two years ago, I was really lucky to find some very sweet and caring women who taught me a lot. I've never thought of a man again ever since when I'm horny.
This story begins at a wedding party in February this year, where I met Isabel. She is 28, slender but curvy, with black hair, gray eyes and 5'4" tall (I am 62 and 5'8"). We were introduced by some friends we have in common and had a brief conversation, mostly out of courtesy on my part.
I was among the last guests leaving the wedding party and before I got to my truck Isabel caught up with me and asked me for a ride. She had arrived with her parents and they had already left earlier.
When I dropped her off at her parents' house, she asked for my phone number and said she would probably call me soon.
I didn't think she would call me the very next day, a Saturday. It was very early. She asked if I had plans for the day, and told me that she would be moving out of her parents' to an apartment she had just rented. The day before she had already told me that she was temporarily staying with her parents after a very painful and complicated breakup. She also told me that my truck would be ideal because it meant she would only need a single trip and that I wouldn't have to do anything but drive because she had also asked a couple of friends to help her with her stuff.
The truth is that I didn't feel comfortable at all with her ask, mainly because I barely knew her, but also because I had my usual tasks on weekends: my laundry, cleaning the house and taking care of the garden. But... I thought it would be good for me to spend time with younger people, so I agreed to help them.
Throughout the day, while I was helping them, I realized that she and her friends were all homosexuals. They made me blush a couple of times when they made jokes about me being the hottest mature lesbian they had ever met and other silly comments to make me realize they knew I was a lesbian.
Next day, a Sunday, she called again, also very early, and told me that she had already finished setting up her apartment and that she wanted to invite her friends and me over for lunch to thank us for helping her. As it turned out, I had been the only one she had invited. I am not going into more details at this point because I am only providing some context to my story. Anyhow, use your imagination.
This had been in February. It's late September now. After our first "date" with Isabel, I barely had any contact with her, just a few phone calls. The pandemic and the lockdown here in Argentina made me focus almost exclusively on other pressing issues I had to deal with: I had to survive with almost no income due to the state lockdown for non essential activities (and it's not an option for me to work remotely in my line of work). So, I used those six months to catch up with my long to-do list at home and on saving every penny I could. Of course, I also did some exercise to keep in shape and, well, I admit that I also spent a lot of time watching series and movies on Netflix and porn videos online.
Last week I got a call from Isabel. After the usual greetings, she told me that after our last phone call, she had somehow managed to sneak to the beach house her parents owned in Cariló, a beautiful beach town in Argentina. She had spent the entire quarantine there with them, who were closing the house for the end of the season at the time the government decreed the quarantine.
She also told me that she had returned to her apartment only two days ago and that she hoped I'd accept an invitation to dine out on Saturday.
We agreed that I would pick her up at her place and go to one of the few decent places that had reopened after the lockdown had been relaxed a bit. We had heard of a place that was serving outside the premises in the backyard, a beautiful place in Pilar, close to Isabel's.
When I texted her to let her know that I was in front of her building, she replied she was running late and asked me to come up.
When she opened the door, I wasn't too surprised to find out she was actually ready. She said she had decided to prepare dinner at home. That was weird, because I already knew from herself that she really sucked in the kitchen. The groceries were still in the bags on the kitchen counter, and she hadn't even started preparing a thing.
Now, I'm not a wonder myself in the kitchen, but I told her I'd take care of it. Actually, having something to do was really going to be a relief because I was pretty nervous: It was my first actual date after all the time I'd been alone at home.
She looked gorgeous in her black dress. It enhanced her hips and her perfectly sized breasts to make her look a different person than the one I had met. She wore no makeup at all. And I remember thinking, oh my, she could be my daughter! That felt weird because it aroused me! Even worse, I liked feeling that way! Some people I know would say "seriously, Jean, you have issues".
I was also wearing a dark-blue dress. A friend of mine had suggested not to wear any underwear. I should have listened to her advice (we'll get back to this in a moment).
While I was helping her to store the groceries I noticed she was staring at me, and when she realized it was getting a bit awkward, she looked away, but not before smiling in a way that made me even more nervous than I already was.
She noticed it and offered me a drink. Usually, I try to stick to wine and only rarely drink anything stronger than that. But she insisted on having a couple of shots of tequila, to get in the mood, she said.
Well, we prepared dinner, a lasagna. We had some snacks in the meantime and more shots of tequila. I promise, I tried to keep count: six, or was it eight?
The tequila relaxed me and I felt I was slowly "getting in the mood". We talked about what we had been doing since the first, and the last, time we met. Then we had a few moments of nonsense talk, which I realized was helping us to overcome that feeling of estrangement after a long time without any contact at all. We also caught up on the gossip from our circle of acquaintances.
When the lasagna was ready, she opened a bottle of red wine and only then I noticed she was and had been as nervous as I was all the time. I told myself I had to forget about being so nervous, get rid of my shyness, build up some courage and take up the reins right there.
She was already sitting at the table. I was standing, about to serve a portion of lasagna. Instead, I left the tray on the table, circled back behind her and kissed her on her head. Her hair was still a bit damp, and I smelled the same perfume that she had used last time.
In just a fraction of a second I forgot about the lasagna and, well, everything. The next few seconds everything became blurry. All of a sudden I had lifted her from the chair and was kissing her. Then I tasted something salty and when I took her head in my hands to have a look at her face, I saw she had tears on her cheeks.
I didn't ask, but she told me she had missed me more than she'd missed anyone else and that she was so happy to feel me so close again. I literally melted away and kissed her tears away and kept kissing her until she told me, straight away, she wanted me to fuck her right there, right now.
Now, to my comment about the advice I should have listened to, not to wear any underwear... she lifted my dress and literally tore my panties and said I shouldn't have put them on in the first place. We know that tearing a panty isn't easy: it really hurt, and it made me gasp in pain and surprise, which in turn aroused me and her even more.
I already knew she is the passive type, but still, I was surprised when she started whispering what she wanted me to do "to her": "I'm not gonna let you leave here until you fucked me to u*********sness", she said. "I want you to grab me and twist me and treat me as if you were a wrestler practicing with a doll". "I am a wrestler's doll and I want you to treat me like it". That was the sort of stuff she was telling me while I was dragging her to her bed. The couch was out of the question: it was the tiniest couch I've ever seen.
I didn't recognize myself from that point on. It felt like I was looking at myself as a stranger. I was getting more and more excited with every word she was telling me, and she kept repeating some of it. I didn't want to tear up her dress like she was asking me, so she tore it apart herself. Seeing her small bare body on the bed transformed me. I wasn't the woman I had been anymore. I turned her to watch her back, lifted her hips and started kissing her pussy and playing with her clit. God, I thought I'd drown. She was so wet. Then, something unexpected: she asked me to lick her asshole. Just like that. And I did, as if I had always done it. I'm actually blushing now while I'm writing it. I'll have to read about the effect of tequila on human inhibitions.
I truly don't recall everything I did to her, because she kept telling me what to do, begging, and she didn't move a muscle except to keep in whatever position I needed her to do whatever she was asking me to do.
After a while I was more than ready needed to come myself. I had been feeling how I was dripping, and I started rubbing my clit. She noticed it and told me she would "service" me... Oh, she knew what to do every step of the way. At a certain point after having orgasm after orgasm I asked her to please stop because I was crying out of pure joy. And I also felt exhausted.
By then we were both really hungry. We had to warm up the lasagna again. We spent a while eating, with wine of course (more than a cup), and watching lesbian porn videos she casted from her phone to the TV set.
Now, have you ever had sex while you were eating, drinking, and watching porn? If you haven't, let me warn you, it's messy. But as hot as hell. When we talked about this later, we realized that it had been out first time doing something as messy and hot, without any inhibitions whatsoever.
Somehow, the remote got in the way and by accident we ended up turning up the volume of the video that was on at that moment. We only realized it when her neighbor started knocking on the wall.
Isabel shouted back that we were having fun and that they should follow our lead. Yes, she was drunk, as was I, but my motherly instinct kicked in and me realize wet could get into serious trouble, so I turned down the volume and the neighbor stopped complaining.
I felt exhausted but was still able to think. But Isabel fell asleep right there, on the floor.
I truly don't recall how we ended on her bed again.
Isabel woke me up at three in the morning asking me if I wanted something to drink. I told her I only wanted to sleep. What happened next felt as if I had fallen asleep again and was dreaming: When she came back from the kitchen, she was holding a dildo with her. One of those with a big cock and a smaller thing. I have only seen them in porn videos. She started speaking like flight attendants do before departing, announcing that it was time for her to shift gears and take the lead. I was still half asleep, but not for long. I can't tell you what she did to me, not because I don't want to but because I was feeling a never-ending orgasm that went so deep... I thought my heart would end up exploding. . What I do remember is that she was waking me up with a cup of coffee shortly after eight.
We spent the whole morning talking. Shortly after noon she had to leave to close the bookstore she owns with her father.
My dress is no good, not anymore, after having been torn apart by Isabel when she "took it off me". I had spent some serious money on it. But I don't regret it. I borrowed a dress from her (yeah, it was way too small for me, and when I looked in the mirror I realized that I looked like a slut who had spent the whole night on the streets). I left the apartment with her.
I haven't always liked women. After one of my female friends opened my eyes to the pleasure of making love with a woman, only two years ago, I was really lucky to find some very sweet and caring women who taught me a lot. I've never thought of a man again ever since when I'm horny.
This story begins at a wedding party in February this year, where I met Isabel. She is 28, slender but curvy, with black hair, gray eyes and 5'4" tall (I am 62 and 5'8"). We were introduced by some friends we have in common and had a brief conversation, mostly out of courtesy on my part.
I was among the last guests leaving the wedding party and before I got to my truck Isabel caught up with me and asked me for a ride. She had arrived with her parents and they had already left earlier.
When I dropped her off at her parents' house, she asked for my phone number and said she would probably call me soon.
I didn't think she would call me the very next day, a Saturday. It was very early. She asked if I had plans for the day, and told me that she would be moving out of her parents' to an apartment she had just rented. The day before she had already told me that she was temporarily staying with her parents after a very painful and complicated breakup. She also told me that my truck would be ideal because it meant she would only need a single trip and that I wouldn't have to do anything but drive because she had also asked a couple of friends to help her with her stuff.
The truth is that I didn't feel comfortable at all with her ask, mainly because I barely knew her, but also because I had my usual tasks on weekends: my laundry, cleaning the house and taking care of the garden. But... I thought it would be good for me to spend time with younger people, so I agreed to help them.
Throughout the day, while I was helping them, I realized that she and her friends were all homosexuals. They made me blush a couple of times when they made jokes about me being the hottest mature lesbian they had ever met and other silly comments to make me realize they knew I was a lesbian.
Next day, a Sunday, she called again, also very early, and told me that she had already finished setting up her apartment and that she wanted to invite her friends and me over for lunch to thank us for helping her. As it turned out, I had been the only one she had invited. I am not going into more details at this point because I am only providing some context to my story. Anyhow, use your imagination.
This had been in February. It's late September now. After our first "date" with Isabel, I barely had any contact with her, just a few phone calls. The pandemic and the lockdown here in Argentina made me focus almost exclusively on other pressing issues I had to deal with: I had to survive with almost no income due to the state lockdown for non essential activities (and it's not an option for me to work remotely in my line of work). So, I used those six months to catch up with my long to-do list at home and on saving every penny I could. Of course, I also did some exercise to keep in shape and, well, I admit that I also spent a lot of time watching series and movies on Netflix and porn videos online.
Last week I got a call from Isabel. After the usual greetings, she told me that after our last phone call, she had somehow managed to sneak to the beach house her parents owned in Cariló, a beautiful beach town in Argentina. She had spent the entire quarantine there with them, who were closing the house for the end of the season at the time the government decreed the quarantine.
She also told me that she had returned to her apartment only two days ago and that she hoped I'd accept an invitation to dine out on Saturday.
We agreed that I would pick her up at her place and go to one of the few decent places that had reopened after the lockdown had been relaxed a bit. We had heard of a place that was serving outside the premises in the backyard, a beautiful place in Pilar, close to Isabel's.
When I texted her to let her know that I was in front of her building, she replied she was running late and asked me to come up.
When she opened the door, I wasn't too surprised to find out she was actually ready. She said she had decided to prepare dinner at home. That was weird, because I already knew from herself that she really sucked in the kitchen. The groceries were still in the bags on the kitchen counter, and she hadn't even started preparing a thing.
Now, I'm not a wonder myself in the kitchen, but I told her I'd take care of it. Actually, having something to do was really going to be a relief because I was pretty nervous: It was my first actual date after all the time I'd been alone at home.
She looked gorgeous in her black dress. It enhanced her hips and her perfectly sized breasts to make her look a different person than the one I had met. She wore no makeup at all. And I remember thinking, oh my, she could be my daughter! That felt weird because it aroused me! Even worse, I liked feeling that way! Some people I know would say "seriously, Jean, you have issues".
I was also wearing a dark-blue dress. A friend of mine had suggested not to wear any underwear. I should have listened to her advice (we'll get back to this in a moment).
While I was helping her to store the groceries I noticed she was staring at me, and when she realized it was getting a bit awkward, she looked away, but not before smiling in a way that made me even more nervous than I already was.
She noticed it and offered me a drink. Usually, I try to stick to wine and only rarely drink anything stronger than that. But she insisted on having a couple of shots of tequila, to get in the mood, she said.
Well, we prepared dinner, a lasagna. We had some snacks in the meantime and more shots of tequila. I promise, I tried to keep count: six, or was it eight?
The tequila relaxed me and I felt I was slowly "getting in the mood". We talked about what we had been doing since the first, and the last, time we met. Then we had a few moments of nonsense talk, which I realized was helping us to overcome that feeling of estrangement after a long time without any contact at all. We also caught up on the gossip from our circle of acquaintances.
When the lasagna was ready, she opened a bottle of red wine and only then I noticed she was and had been as nervous as I was all the time. I told myself I had to forget about being so nervous, get rid of my shyness, build up some courage and take up the reins right there.
She was already sitting at the table. I was standing, about to serve a portion of lasagna. Instead, I left the tray on the table, circled back behind her and kissed her on her head. Her hair was still a bit damp, and I smelled the same perfume that she had used last time.
In just a fraction of a second I forgot about the lasagna and, well, everything. The next few seconds everything became blurry. All of a sudden I had lifted her from the chair and was kissing her. Then I tasted something salty and when I took her head in my hands to have a look at her face, I saw she had tears on her cheeks.
I didn't ask, but she told me she had missed me more than she'd missed anyone else and that she was so happy to feel me so close again. I literally melted away and kissed her tears away and kept kissing her until she told me, straight away, she wanted me to fuck her right there, right now.
Now, to my comment about the advice I should have listened to, not to wear any underwear... she lifted my dress and literally tore my panties and said I shouldn't have put them on in the first place. We know that tearing a panty isn't easy: it really hurt, and it made me gasp in pain and surprise, which in turn aroused me and her even more.
I already knew she is the passive type, but still, I was surprised when she started whispering what she wanted me to do "to her": "I'm not gonna let you leave here until you fucked me to u*********sness", she said. "I want you to grab me and twist me and treat me as if you were a wrestler practicing with a doll". "I am a wrestler's doll and I want you to treat me like it". That was the sort of stuff she was telling me while I was dragging her to her bed. The couch was out of the question: it was the tiniest couch I've ever seen.
I didn't recognize myself from that point on. It felt like I was looking at myself as a stranger. I was getting more and more excited with every word she was telling me, and she kept repeating some of it. I didn't want to tear up her dress like she was asking me, so she tore it apart herself. Seeing her small bare body on the bed transformed me. I wasn't the woman I had been anymore. I turned her to watch her back, lifted her hips and started kissing her pussy and playing with her clit. God, I thought I'd drown. She was so wet. Then, something unexpected: she asked me to lick her asshole. Just like that. And I did, as if I had always done it. I'm actually blushing now while I'm writing it. I'll have to read about the effect of tequila on human inhibitions.
I truly don't recall everything I did to her, because she kept telling me what to do, begging, and she didn't move a muscle except to keep in whatever position I needed her to do whatever she was asking me to do.
After a while I was more than ready needed to come myself. I had been feeling how I was dripping, and I started rubbing my clit. She noticed it and told me she would "service" me... Oh, she knew what to do every step of the way. At a certain point after having orgasm after orgasm I asked her to please stop because I was crying out of pure joy. And I also felt exhausted.
By then we were both really hungry. We had to warm up the lasagna again. We spent a while eating, with wine of course (more than a cup), and watching lesbian porn videos she casted from her phone to the TV set.
Now, have you ever had sex while you were eating, drinking, and watching porn? If you haven't, let me warn you, it's messy. But as hot as hell. When we talked about this later, we realized that it had been out first time doing something as messy and hot, without any inhibitions whatsoever.
Somehow, the remote got in the way and by accident we ended up turning up the volume of the video that was on at that moment. We only realized it when her neighbor started knocking on the wall.
Isabel shouted back that we were having fun and that they should follow our lead. Yes, she was drunk, as was I, but my motherly instinct kicked in and me realize wet could get into serious trouble, so I turned down the volume and the neighbor stopped complaining.
I felt exhausted but was still able to think. But Isabel fell asleep right there, on the floor.
I truly don't recall how we ended on her bed again.
Isabel woke me up at three in the morning asking me if I wanted something to drink. I told her I only wanted to sleep. What happened next felt as if I had fallen asleep again and was dreaming: When she came back from the kitchen, she was holding a dildo with her. One of those with a big cock and a smaller thing. I have only seen them in porn videos. She started speaking like flight attendants do before departing, announcing that it was time for her to shift gears and take the lead. I was still half asleep, but not for long. I can't tell you what she did to me, not because I don't want to but because I was feeling a never-ending orgasm that went so deep... I thought my heart would end up exploding. . What I do remember is that she was waking me up with a cup of coffee shortly after eight.
We spent the whole morning talking. Shortly after noon she had to leave to close the bookstore she owns with her father.
My dress is no good, not anymore, after having been torn apart by Isabel when she "took it off me". I had spent some serious money on it. But I don't regret it. I borrowed a dress from her (yeah, it was way too small for me, and when I looked in the mirror I realized that I looked like a slut who had spent the whole night on the streets). I left the apartment with her.
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