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

by Laura Lovelace

  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.

  She leaned down, her breasts pressed heavily against my chest and she kissed my mouth.

  I opened my lips to let her tongue in and pressed my hips into her as she kissed me. I reached behind and cupped her ass with both hands, squeezing the meaty flesh.

  Then she sat back up and took her dildo from the drawer next to the bed, smiling at me before she placed the back of it over my sex as if it were a cock then guiding my hand to the shaft before pressing the other end inside her waiting cunt.

  I gasped as the end of the dildo rubbed my clitoris while the other end plunged deep inside her folds. It was beyond any kind of pleasure I’d felt masturbating, and instinctively I started pumping my hips into her.

  She responded by grinding her hips down on me, the cock completely inside her now, supporting herself with her hands on my breasts, and moaning.

  I fucked her hard, driving the dildo as far inside her as I could, wanting to give her everything she was giving me. Her breasts moved around rhythmically as her body lurched forward from the force of my hips.

  Then I was there and I couldn’t last any longer. My head shot up and I buried my face in her loving breasts, yelling as I came, pushing the cock deep inside her as my own orgasm flooded the sheets. Finally I collapsed back onto the bed out of breath and out of energy.

  She got off and spread her legs, watching my cum drip slowly out of my pussy, gathering some on her finger tip and tasting it once again, before laying down next to me, her aromatic brown hair rested against my cheek, filling my nose with her scent.

  “How was that, Lacey?”

  “That was…” I wanted to tell her but there were no words for it really. “That was perfect.”

  She laughed and cupped my breasts, gently playing with them as my nipples began to arouse again for my rich Italian host mother.

  THE END

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  Chapter 1

  I was sitting in the food court at the mall waiting for Deb when the couple sat down in the booth across from me. I picked at my caesar salad trying to ignore them but they were making it pretty difficult. The nerve of some people. I’d always thought making out in public was so crass but these two were just going at it without a care in the world. They couldn’t have been more than twenty. I was old enough to be their mother and when I suddenly realized how much I was judging them for doing something so natural–something that I’d been missing in my life for sometime–I was disgusted with myself for how far I’d fallen from my normal happy-go-luck attitude since the divorce.

  I considered just leaving, texting Deb to tell her I didn’t feel well and that I’d meet her for lunch some other time. But it wasn’t the truth.

  There was something unexpected happening that made me want to stay. Watching the young love birds suck face in the middle of the mall was actually making me wet. It was the most action I’d been a part of in quite some time.

  Finally Deb showed up, her high heels clacking on the floor announced her entrance before I spotted her.

  “Hey, you.” She kissed my cheek before sitting down.

  “Hey.” I took another bite of my salad and made a conscious effort to not look towards the couple, hoping Deb wouldn’t see them. But of course she did.

  Leaning in close, she said, “Oh my god, checkout the teenagers making out over there.”

  I could feel my face turning red already but I couldn’t help taking another look over at them. The guy’s hand was roving up the leg of the girl and she was definitely enjoying it. What would it be like to have someone do that to me? Dismissing the idea, I changed the subject. “Did you buy anything?”

  “Just this pair of shoes. You like them?” She stuck her long leg out into the aisle, pointing her toe to show off the unbelievably tall high-heel. She’d always had such amazing legs, too. Sometimes I could get so jealous of her.

  “Very nice. You’ve been buying a lot of shoes lately. I mean a lot even for you.”

  She grinned in that way that meant she had a secret that she was just dying to tell me. After twenty years of friendship I was quite familiar with the look. “Oh, stop it,” she said. “You sound just like Jim.”

  Jim was her husband. It was amazing to me just how happy they were together. Despite Deb’s constant flirting with other women–it was no secret that Deb swung both ways–they were really the model couple. When my marriage disintegrated five years before I was so pissed that hers was still going strong and that her husband supported her lust to be touched by women while mine had always said it was disgusting. I’d always been so sure that if either of us was going to get a divorce it would be her. But it turned out I married a cheating bastard and she picked a winner.

  Deb kept grinning and I knew that if I held out just a little longer she’d crack and tell me whatever secret she was dying to tell me. I took a bite of salad and stole another glance at the couple.

  “Okay,” she said, leaning closer and lowering her voice. “You know that shoe store on the other side of the mall?”

  I nodded. She’d taken me there several times but not in a while.

  “Well, there’s this girl that works there now. Brenda.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. There was always some girl she was flirting with. Somehow, she always kept it innocent though, never crossing the line. “Yeah? That’s why you’ve been buying so many shoes?”

  “She’s so hot, Miranda. I just can’t help myself. And today…” She leaned even closer.

  I leaned in to join her, admittedly intrigued by this new woman.

  “…today I flashed her my panties on purpose.”