Elizabeth

ELIZABETH

Part One - My Story

The setting sun was splashing deep violets, purples, reds, pinks and oranges over the western sky. Sharp rays of light shot down to the earth from the break in the clouds. Another beautiful sunset in the southwest. I lay in a redwood chaise lounge with a deep cushion of brightly stripped fabric. Beside me on the small table I had a metal bucket that held two bottles of Corona, a perfect beer for a warm desert night, the third was making a sweaty ring on the glass top table.

I sighed and stretched, then settled back to watch the sun set. The flagstone patio was set off from the large landscaped main patio that ran the length of the house. We had built this so that we could watch the sunsets unencumbered. We could lie back, watch the billions of stars that slowly came out as the sky darkened until it was awash in tiny points of light.

Behind me, off to the left, I could hear the small creek that worked its way through rocks to spill into the large irregular shaped pool. It was water that recycled itself, but the design of both the creek and the pool made it look like a welcomed oasis in the middle of a hostile desert. There were three access point for the pool none looking like the normal pool ladder or steps, the whole thing was designed to look natural.

The large patio was built the same, rich flagstone in shades of terra cotta or muted reds surrounded the pool as if nature had laid them. The back of the yard was bordered by high ocotillo, thick and thorny that provided a natural fence. In the spring they would bloom with red flowers making the back of the yard look like it was aflame. Everything from grill to plants, flowers were placed to look part of the natural surroundings.

The house sat on a high hill that was the beginning of the foothills for the Hopi Mountains.

Not spectacular mountains in the sense of the Rockies or Sierra's but old volcanic hills covered with scrub bushes, desert grasses, boulders in dark browns and tans. Jutting peaks here or there with craggy walls leading to the tops. The sloping sides were cut with horse trails, hiking paths and the occasional mountain goat treks.

The view from the back of the house was spectacular. The whole western horizon was clear, the far Jung Mountains, to the south the Hiccup range was visible. During the day the blaze of the sun cast heat waves on the landscape, down in the valley dust devils roared for a short period before losing steam like mini tornados rattling tin sheds, kicking up debris, like they were angry to have such a brief life.

The city below, lay to the southwest, it shimmered like a crazy mirage in the heat. The shadows of the sunset playing agaisnt the image. The sky had cooled from the hot, pale blue of day to bold colors of light as they played within the clouds building on the western horizon. If you looked east you would still see the sky of day, wisps of clouds high, waiting for the edge of night to overtake them. A number of jet trails could be seen high in the sky.

When storms moved west to east, which was typical here, you could watch the dark clouds gather, see the rain that fell in what seemed like a solid sheet to the ground, the lighting would break through the storm high and wide, others vertical cracks of light that hit the ground. Before the storm reached us you could feel the coolness of the air as the wind gathered filled with the smell the rain and the dryness of the desert.

Today is my sixtieth birthday. I had celebrated with a trip to the mall, my favorite lingerie store, Nina's Boutique, for a new piece of fun. Harriet, my cousin, confidant, friend and sometimes lover went with me, we had a wonderful time, especially at Nina's. For lunch we met Rita, a dear friend I grew found of at a favorite pub of mine, she was the bartender. We had a brief, one and half day affair that was intense and exciting, we have been friends ever since. Also meeting us was Susan who Rita introduced me to one evening, a Meg Ryan type who at first I thought of only as a new friend to share a meal with at the pub occasionally but soon that changed to a friendship and then to my plan to seduce her and then to our becoming lovers.

We all met at our favorite Mexican restaurant, having a wonderful time drinking marguerites, talking and flirting with our young waiter who had a very nice butt.

A few years ago my birthday would have been celebrated with a romantic weekend away somewhere, usually a quiet, picturesque setting that lent itself to privacy, plenty of fun places to discover and lots of wild, hot, breath taking love making, including lots of just plain old fucking!

My husband, Alex has passed away and those birthday celebrations are no longer available. He was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer in July three years ago and was dead by October. Luckily it was quick, without a lot of pain, until the very end and he went happy and quietly into the great night, holding my hand tightly and whispering his love. We made love for the last time in early September of that year and it was glorious for both of us. Probably not as wild or crazy as some of our adventures but. it was one that was full of love, deep emotion that needed no words to be felt. We both knew what it meant and we made it special. That is all I will say about Alex and his passing. It is private and personal, lending nothing to the purpose of this telling.

The late afternoon was spent at the spa getting a complete treatment from head to toe including a heavenly massage. I arrived home spent, relaxed and as happy as one can be turning sixty. As Juanita, my masseuse said, I do not look sixty. Of course I asked her just how old she thought I looked and wisely she said. "Oh, 35 maybe 36." Which I laughed at, thanking her knowing full well I do not look 35. She said she was never good with ages but she knew I looked a lot younger than sixty. Which I admit with some pride and conceit I do.

I am a regular exerciser, watch what I eat and drink, stay our of the sun unless loaded with sun block and I pay attention to my health. So that helps a lot, plus I have good genes when it comes to aging, my mother and grandmother all looked years younger than they were. There is nothing that says you can not be sexy after fifty and still hot after 60. You do not need surgery to stay youthful.

With all that said I will give you a run down of my physical attributes. I am a plump strawberry blonde, leaning more to the blonde side. My hair is shoulder length, mostly straight with just a bit of wave, it is cut to frame my round face. It lends itself to ease of maintenance, can be put in a bun, pony tail or just worn simple, it fits itself to any occasion.

Right now it is in a loose ponytail. I have green eyes, a slightly full mouth, nice cheekbones and I have been blessed with great skin. The peaches and cream variety that you often hear about. I am plump, as I said, I am not fat or obese and if you say otherwise I will give you a fight. I am what once was know as rubenesque or zoftig only not quite as plump.

Now I guess I should tell you about the rest of me. You know the good parts or the naughty bits, as they say. I'm sure you are interested in the various attributes I have to offer. My main attribute or attraction point are my breasts. They are large, not just large, but very large. I wear a 40F or triple D bra depending on the make and style. My boobs have some sag after all they are big, but the nipples point out rather than down, while they have a voluptuous weight to them they also have a lovely, sexy shape. They rarely bother me, unless I go braless for a long period of time, they have no stretch marks, even though I have had two children and they increased a full cup size then.

I think of boobs as fruit, you know ripe luscious fruit that needs coddled and taken with joy. Mine definitely are in the ripe melon family of boobs, very large ripe melons. Often you will notice that I will speak of my lovers breasts as apple like, orange size, etc. Hopefully it gives you a sense of what they are like. I love boobs, pussy's and especially nice fat pricks! Although my lovers now tend to be women, which is more than fine with me!

My nipples are deep pink, like gum drops set in the center of very pale pink, large, round areola's. My nipples are very sensitive, as are my breasts, There are times that I can have a climax just by caressing my breasts. I like to have my nipples tugged, pinched and man handled, it seems that my boobs and my nipples have a direct line to my pussy.

Ah yes, my pussy, shall we go there? My belly is round, plump and smooth, dipping deliciously down to a high plump mound that is covered my a nice forest of soft reddish blonde curls. My pussy lips are like the rest of me, plump, the tender inner lips are small and they lay hidden until my outer lips open revealing their soft curve, they rise to form a delicate hood for my white hot clit.

I love my pussy, I have loved it ever since I learned all the sweet, hot, exciting things I could do with it and to it. While I was a late bloomer in terms of sex, once I discovered it I became a quick learner. But I will get very deep into that part of me soon. I mean that's the part that you want to read anyhow and that is the part I want to tell.

I have round thighs, the smooth inner skin is very tender and loves a caress or kiss. I have pretty good legs, not great, but still very nice. I have a large round ass that men and women love to play with. My ass is as sensitive as my boobs. I loved for Alex to fuck my ass! I also love for my lady lovers to take me there. Once we got the hang of it, it was very hot indeed. I also loved a occasional good spanking, after all when a good girl is bad there must be repercussions.

I am lying here typing this on my lap top while I watch the sun slowly drop behind the distant mountains. The flagstone patio is covered with tightly bound cactus spines and then with Tera Cotta tiles, it provides ample shade, coolness from the desert sun and an area of solitude, comfort and beauty. In the hot summer there is a misting system installed, that helps cool the air. Before you start complaining about the waste of water in a very dry desert landscape the system is connected to a deep cistern. The cistern is fed by the rain that washes from the gutters, down spout's draining directly as does the water from the patio, pool area which is built on a slight slant that is hardly noticeable but allows the water to run to a series of french drains that also feed the system.

I am wearing a extremely tiny bathing suit or bikini if you will. It is basically some string with three tiny pieces of lime green fabric. The top pieces barely cover my nipples much less my whole breasts, the tong bottom covers only my tender pussy lips leaving the wealth of curls to escape. I probably should mention here, being sixty, I am of the old school, meaning, I like natural breasts, and naturally hairy pussies. I don't mind them trimmed or even bare, but I do prefer them in the natural state.

This is a suit I only wear around my home, it makes me feel sexy and very naughty. I have worn it for a couple of lovers and they can hardly keep their hands of me when I do.

I use to noticed a flash of reflected light to my right occasionally. A bright circle of light reflected off glass, it could be the sun hitting my neighbors kitchen window, since it is faces this way, but I know it wasn't. It was Scotty, who lives next door, at his telescope again.

Well next door is a misnomer, it is at least a 75 yards away, separated from my house by a small canyon with a rocky dry creek at the bottom. The edge of the canyon is a good distance from our back yard, even though our property goes to the edge.

The creek can run in torrents when there are rains in the mountains or in the spring when the snow melts. Normally it is just a dry creek jammed with cactus, mesquite, oak and other growth. A haven for ground squirrels, birds, coyotes, rabbits. There is a path that runs along side the stream bed that hikers occasionally use to get up higher into the hills. A local elementary school also uses it for field trips in the fall to look at the fora and fauna of the desert. Often I will let them have lunch on my patio and if they wish to swim in the pool before hiking back down to the parking lot. I like all the noise and laughter of the children. With mine all in other states it is a nice change

The Brent family, John, Laura and Scotty, live there. They are good neighbors, friends, when Alex was alive we would get together for barbecues, swimming or a night out. Laura was very helpful when Alex died, she was there everyday asking if I needed anything, not intrusive or overbearing just a good friend concerned for me. She knew how much Alex meant to me. She even offered her help, shoulder to cry on, friendship when we were separated. While we are still friends we don't see each other as much as we use to.

They were never part of my or Alex's adventures and have no idea the double life we lead and I continue lead. Scotty is a delightful young man, he would be eighteen or nineteen now I think. I hired him to clean my yard and pool soon after Alex died.

I knew he had a telescope, one of those big expensive ones, that can hook to your computer so you can guide it, track it from the mouse and key board. He was very excited when he got it, telling me all about it while cleaning the pool, he said that he used the money he earned from cleaning pools and yards to buy it.

I am pretty sure he started watching me soon after he bought it, at least that's when that spot of reflected light started showing up, but the light is only there at twilight when the sun is at the right angle. I notice it the most after he has finish some chore for me and gone home, I think he tries to see if he can find me with it. I would wager that he jerks his prick while watching me. I find that very cute and satisfying. So I often like to give him something to see. You know, perhaps a revealing suit or no suit. Occasionally I would lie nude or practiced a little self gratification. I love driving him crazy. When he comes to clean the pool I often wear a revealing suit or a sheer robe with nothing underneath. I have this black one piece suit that is very low cut, almost revealing my nipples. The legs are cut high on the hips moving to a narrow crotch that rarely can hide the curls of my bush no matter how I trim for the suit.

One summer evening Laura and John came over for a swim and barbecue. John was an ok guy, Alex liked him a lot better than I did, they could talk cars, sports and stuff all night. It wasn't that I didn't think John was a nice guy, he was, a very nice guy, funny, articulate, smart just like Alex, but John rarely ever looked at me directly, he was always staring at my boobs,

I would catch him staring at them and he would quickly look away. He never tried anything but his staring always made me uncomfortable, there was something lecherous about it in a bad way. I was always leary of guys who focused so much on your boobs rather than the rest of you. Because of his stares and occasional accidental bumps against me I just couldn't really like him like Alex did.

Now his wife was a different story. She was tall, slender with an amazing figure, rich blonde hair long and wavy surrounded a beautiful face with amazing violet eyes. I mean she was drop dead gorgeous. I had used her in a number of my masturbatory fantasy's.

I had even admitted to Alex that it would be great to make love to her. He agreed but did not think either of them were approachable on that level. I agreed but still said she would be a real treat to make love to. Alex said she was perhaps one fo the most attractive women he had ever know, he said she was Nicole Kidman pretty, I must agree she is that pretty.

That evening Alex barbecued and we ate in our swim suits, John as always was looking at my boobs most of the time that he thought he could get away with it. After sitting and talking for awhile John and Alex went to our garage to look at the 1957 Chevy Nomad that Alex and our son had restored. While they were gone Laura slipped off her sheer bathing suit wrap, then sat on the edge of the pool with her legs in the warm water while I made us two more frozen margarita's.

Laura was wearing a simple floral two piece bikini, nothing overtly revealing but sexy still. Her fine small breast push against the top and the bottoms hugged her round, high ass. Her long well turned legs were nicely tanned all the way up to where the tight crotch of her suit covered her sex. I couldn't get a sense of the shape of her pussy due to the pattern of the suit.

I was wearing a simple black suit with a mesh bodice that concealed my cleavage. The suit was cut modestly for me. I wore if because I knew John was coming, the less encouragement the better. When I was putting it on Alex said that I should just tell John to stop staring all the time or even better he would tell him, especially since it made me uncomfortable. But I told him, no, that if it got that bad I would say something to Laura.

As I handed Laura he fresh drink I slipped down to sit beside her. I was close enough that if I moved my leg just slightly I could be agaisnt her trim thigh. I could smell the freshness of her perfume. Being close to her always made my pulse race.

-John really likes your boobs. Laura said matter of factly.

I almost choked on my drink. I looked at her surprised.

-I know Elizabeth, I see him staring at you all the time. I'm sorry he does that. He has a thing for breasts. Especially big breasts.

-Well, uh, yeah I noticed that. I'm sorry, I don't try to encourage him. I smiled at her.

She took a long drink and said, - Oh it's not your fault. John just doesn't think it is that obvious. But I tell him it is and he should stop, but it doesn't help.

-Men can be that way sometimes. I don't understand why he doesn't stare at you, I think your gorgeous.

• Simple, I have small breasts, he loves big ones. But thanks for the compliment. She smiled.

She looked out over the pool toward the house and said - You do have amazing breasts, of course you would know that.

-Thanks, I do. They can be a pain at times. But, I'm not complaining.

-How big..I'm sorry it is none of my business. She said her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

-No, Laura, it is ok, I get asked that by more women than you think. I said, I wear a 40DDD or F depending on the bra. I said leaning back on my arms, purposely letting my breasts trust out.

• Wow. Makes my little ones pale in comparison. She laughed. Finishing her drink.

-Your breasts are wonderful, what are you a nice B cup? I said getting up to refill our glasses

• A 34B to be exact. She said looking up at me handing me her glass.

-Take it from me dear you have very sweet breasts and don't let any one say different.

-Thanks. She smiled looking away again.

As I went to get our drinks I wondered if she was giving me an opening to make a move or if she was wanting me to offer to show her mine. I was thinking I was going to asked her if she wanted to see my boobs, but then thought better of it. She wasn't flirting she was just sharing, talking.

I took out the pitcher of frozen drinks from the mini freezer by the grill, refilled our glasses, replaced the drinks. When I stood and turned Laura was staring at me, I saw her eyes moved up and down my body, she didn't linger, just a look, a look of curiosity perhaps. I handed her the drink and sat back down,

-You know Alex thinks you are gorgeous. He thinks you have perky tits. I said sipping my drink. I agree with him.

-Perky? I heard my boobs called a few things but never perky. Exactly what are perky tits?

-Oh..well..I don't know, they are just perky. You know them when you see them, and yours are.

She looked down at her bikini top glad breasts then back up at me - Perky huh?

-Yep my dear, face it, you got perky tits and that ain't a bad thing to have. I said

-It's a shame John doesn't prefer perky tits to big ones, I might have a chance. She sighed looking at me, our eyes locked for a moment and just for a moment I thought I saw something there, something smoldering. Maybe I was wrong I thought, maybe she is flirting.

Then she looked at me again and her eyes dropped away as she said - Has John ever tried anything with you? Has he ever been...oh...you know...obvious. -No never, I said, why?

-Oh, I was just wondering, he can overstep the boundaries sometimes.

-Do you think he is having an affair. I asked point blank.

-No, she said looking at me with a worried expression, At least I don't think so. Oh, to be honest I don't know. Sometimes I think he is. Other times I think I'm crazy.

-Do you think he is trying to seduce me? I asked reaching out to place my hand over hers.

-I think he would try, but I don't think you would ever do something like that. She said leaving her hand under mine.

-Good, because I wouldn't, I said, So don't worry about that.

-It's not that I think he is unfaithful, its just he gets so wrapped up in boobs, large boobs that it makes me wonder. I'm sorry Elizabeth I don't want to burden you with my troubles. She said slipping her hand from mine and running it through her lush blonde hair.

God, this woman was beautiful I thought as I watched her move. Laura then changed the subject and we never spoke of it again for a very long time, which I will get to later, much later.

That night as Ales slowly began to lick my pussy I brought the image of Laura into my mind and moved slowly with a fantasy that occupied me form time to time with her in the center. Alex knew of my fantasies and he would never rush his wonderful loving of my pussy until just the right time.

By the time Alex's slipped two long fingers in to my wetness I had Laura by the hand and was leading her from the pool to the bedroom. I closed the door, locking it before turning to face a nervous Laura. She was standing close to the bed, her arms wrapped around her, just beneath her breasts, breasts that I was dying to see. She was looking at me, her eyes questioning, her body seemed to shiver but not from cold. The look on her face was a mixture of lust and uncertainty.

I moved closer to her, slipping the straps of my bathing suit off my shoulders as I moved. I slipped my arms through the straps and the cups of the bathing suit dipped slightly still covering my breasts.

Laura's eyes were on me, moving over my body slowly, drinking me in. Her arms at her side now, her shoulders back, thrusting her small breasts to me. Her look now of lust and hope.

I reached up, pulled the bodice of the bathing suit from my breasts, letting them swing free, then settled. I reached for them as I always did, cupping them lifting them, the nipples hard, pointing to Laura. Is this what you want to see? I asked offering them to her. She swallowed as she stared at my breasts.

Laura's eyes were on my breasts as I held them to her. She had made no move, only standing and staring. I moved closer to her and she moved back slightly. But her eyes never left my body. I pushed the bathing suit down over my hips, away from my pussy and then down to puddle around my feet. I stood with my hands on my hips and felt the caress of Laura's eyes.

I ran my hands over my body, up and down, then I slipped my hand between my legs, slipping to caress my pussy, my eyes watching as Laura watched, her face flush from her passion, her breathing going more labored. A finger between my lips, finding wetness.

I reached out and pulled Laura to me and I kissed her softly on the lips. Then I said - have you ever tasted a girl? Have you ever gone down on another woman?

Laura shook her head no, her eyes looked at me, I could see her building fire. I took my wet finger and lightly traced her lips, her pointed pink tongue darted out and followed my finger. I slipped my hand down between us and gathered some more of my necter. This time when I traced her lips she opened her mouth and sucked my finger in. I could feel her tongue licking my juice from my finger.

I replaced my finger with my lips. I kissed her gently, softly, letting the passion build in my kiss. She moaned against my mouth, my tongue slipped in and found hers. She mewed and pressed herself to me. Her arms still at her side, my hands cradling her face as we kissed.

I moved from her lips to her cheek, down to her throat, back up to her ear. My tongue teased her lobe and she shivered agaisnt me, a gasp from her lips.

-Tonight you will darling. Tonight you will taste a woman. Tonight you will lick my hot, wet pussy. Tonight my darling. I whispered in her ear.

She let a broken yes, yes escape as I pulled her tight to me, my lips still loving her beautiful face.

I gently pushed her until she was lying on the bed. I joined her and lay with my back against the headboard. I opened my legs and her eyes moved to the exposed ripeness of my pussy. I reached down and lewdly opened my lips, exposing the tender inner wetness. I think its time you learned to lick pussy. Don't you? Laura sighed deeply and without speaking she moved until she was kneeling between my legs.

She leaned forward, inches from my pussy, her hands on my thighs, when she said what am I suppose to do? I smiled at her as she looked at me, I put my hands on her head, pressing her down until she was kissing my sex. Oh I think you know exactly what to do. Alex's tongue was now Laura's. She captured my clit between her lips and her tongue danced over the hard bud. I cried out, moaned her name, then before I could control it I was cumming hard and fast. I raised up, pressing tighter to her working mouth, my fingers pinched and pulled my nipples and I was soaring high and fast as my orgasm exploded, sharp flashes of light exploded in my brain. Then my Laura fantasy broke into pieces and disappeared as my Alex reality came back.

I dwell on Laura in similar fantasy's. I used my fantasy a number of times, never letting her remove her suit, always her going down on me, or playing with my boobs. I even called her a couple of days latter to see how she was and she seemed to not even remember our conversation about her husband so I let it drop. We saw them a number of times before Alex became sick and never any indication that Laura was concerned about her husband ever came out when we were alone. John continued his staring and I would notice her give him correcting look but that was it. So Laura became a occasional fantasy partner. As I said she was a very good friend while Alex was sick and after he died.

As you can probably tell by now, I decided to write a sort of memoir of my many adventures, mostly those involving other women. (As much as I love men and their cocks, I really love women and their pussies, their boobs, their lips.) From the beginning to the present.

My trip to become an extremely sexual, adventurous woman was a long one. I thought, since I turned sixty, it would be nice to reexamine all the wonderful, hot, succulent sex I have had over the years not to mention how I got there. As we go along on this little trip together I will tell all, well almost all, of my adventures, the ups and the downs, so to speak. I will share with you the problems that plagued me early about sex and how I blossomed later in life to take full advantage of what was inside of me.

I was a very successful business woman, well paid for my work and expertise. Alex as well was well paid. We raised two wonderful children that live on the coast with their families and I visit them often. I have been retired for a number of years. Thanks to good investments Alex and I were able to retire early. I am glad we did since he only had a few short years left. Money is not a big issue with me. I live well, I have what I need, except for my late husband, and I am able to do most anything I like.

The idea for this came after a particularly horny morning that lead to a horny afternoon and then to a horny evening. I did what I could to relieve the pressure and was happy for it. But as I thought about the approaching milestone of sixty and what my life had been and the possibilities of the future I decided that I would share with you, dear reader, my most exciting adventures. So, with that in mind, the beer is very cold, yes I prefer beer to most any other alcohol, I feel the need to share.

Here is a small taste of some fun I had on my birthday. As I said earlier I was getting a massage from Juanita, she was my regular masseuse and we had grown to be close. She was an attractive Hispanic woman in her early 30's with the loveliest light brown skin, not a blemish on her.

She has a round face with dark eyes and a full kissable mouth. Her hair is long, thick and straight that she wears in a pony tail. It reaches to the beginning of her round bottom. She has nice large boobs, a narrow waist that flared out to full, rounded hips. A very willing and warm personality.

According to her I am the only customer she has ever had a relationship with. There had been those, both male and female, that tried but she told them no and if they became persistent she would tell the management that she no longer would work with them. When management asked why she told them the truth. Management made sure she was protected they didn't need the trouble. She said one woman was so insistent that they had to tell her not to come back to the spa again.

Why she decided to let me be her occasional lover I don't really know. One day after a very good, deep massage she slipped her hand to my pussy and began to stroke me in a way that had nothing to do with my massage. I ask her what she had in mind and she just lifted the sheet and pressed her face to my willing pussy.

She was very accomplished at this most private massage technique. I responded in kind and found her a very tasty morsel. Afterwards I asked her what made her think I would be a willing partner and why she decided to try. She said that obviously she was fascinated by my big boobs and kept wondering what they would feel like. Plus she just had a feeling that I would be willing. I asked if she was a lesbian or just bi. She said she was bi but it seemed she was with women more than men. She indicated that there were times where she just needed a good hard cock to play with and fuck. I had to agree with her there. I invited her to join Alex and I in a three some but she declined saying she would prefer just to keep it simple. That was find with me.

Juanita and I would have a great time joking, laughing about various things, talking about men, things like that. Getting a massage is very sexy, it rarely fails to make me horny. Most times I would take my desire home and fuck Alex's brains out, now I usually go home and play with one of my toys or if I really am feeling horny I will call someone and invite them to join me.

Occasionally Juanita and I will shared some fun, nothing on a regular basis, just when the mood seemed to be mutual. Today after she had finished my back I rolled over and lay with just the warm sheet covering me. The spa room , had a great view of the valley and overlooked the manicured desert landscape of the spa.

The head of the padded massage table faced out so that as you lay you could look outside and watch the clouds drift across the high blue sky, watch the roadrunners, rabbits, birds as they moved among the brush. It was a very relaxing surrounding and had a system that allowed you to darken the glass to break the glare of the sun. There was a dimer switch that allowed the pane to darken. Even with the dimmer technique off all that was visible from the outside in any of the spa rooms were reflections from outside.

After I had rolled over on my back and adjusted the sheet Juanita turned the dimmer darkening the room slightly. She moved back to the table and pushed the sheet up above my knees and she began to massage my feet and calves. I figured she could see all the way up to my hairy little quim since she lifted my legs to do her work. Her hands were magical on my body.

We talked softly about birthdays, the past, lovers and how fast time goes as she worked. I was feeling wonderfully relaxed, eyes closed, drifting slowly, when I felt her soft hand moving up past my knee to the inside of my thigh. Even as I expected her touch, wanted it, she slowly, deliberately moved her fingers back down my tender flesh. It brought a shiver and a sigh from me as she reached almost all the way up to touch my sex. But she didn't go that far, only to have her hand move back down letting her nails rake my inner thigh.

I opened my eyes and looked at her and she was smiling at me, her brown eyes lit with a sensual fire as her hand moved up to the smoldering fire she was fanning in my sex.

-Uhm, is this part of the massage dear? I sighed.

-Well, I thought since it was your birthday that I would do something special for you. She said letting her fingers move higher until she was just barely touching my pussy lips. She slowly wiggled her fingers back and forth, bringing another sigh from me.

-Oh, that is so nice what do you have in mind? I said parting my legs more. I raised up on my elbows, the sheet moving to catch at my nipples revealing the upper swells of my breasts. My nipples were hard and becoming hot. I was responding quickly to her caresses.

-Well, it has been along time since we had a special time together, I was thinking that this might just be the time. She smiled and reached for the edge of the sheet and pulled it quickly from my body.

She caught her breath as she stared at my naked body, plump, ripe ready for her. My legs parted, her fingers still teasing against the plump lips of my pussy. Her eyes feasted on me, reflecting lewdly as she took in my breasts, my pussy.

-Why don't you undress dear and lets see what we can do. I said.

Juanita smiled broadly and began to unbutton the starched white uniform she wore. She opened it revealing a white soft cup bra that held nice full breast, pushing it down she showed me her white satin lace trimmed panties that were snug against the high mound of her pussy. She stepped out of her uniform and stood with her hands on her flaring hips looking at me.

She then reached behind her and unhooked her bra and shrugging with a tug it fell to the floor. Her breast swayed slightly as they settled. The were two lovely full, heavy grapefruits with dark brown nipples that were long and very hard. She cupped them, holding them while I stared, she knew I liked to watch her caress herself. Her fingers teased her nipples, to hard delicious points.

-Your panties baby. I said hoarsely nodding to her.

She quickly pulled them down and stood. Revealing a wide pubic mound that was plump and high, exactly the way I like them. The dark curls of her pubic hair had been trimmed into a narrow vee just above her mons. The flesh on either side smooth and brown. The meaty lips of her pussy visible between her well shaped outer lips. I licked my lips as I stared at her pussy.

She ran her hand down between her legs and played with herself for me. Then she moved to the table and with a smile and a soft happy birthday she bent her head to my pussy. She started by kissing the tender flesh of my inner thighs. Her hand slipped up to cover one breasts, her fingers gripping the soft, spongy flesh. Her own breasts hug seductively, I reached out with my hand and captured one, returning her caress.

Her lips were soft as they trailed fire on my flesh, her fingers found the hard plump bud of my nipple. She squeezed it, pulling it, bringing cries from my throat. Her lips moved from my thighs to my belly, her tongue teased the dent of my navel, slowly moving down to the beginning of my curly forest. She kissed along the top of the soft hair then down the sides at the juncture of my thighs, her teeth nibbling and biting as she moved. I cried out, arching my back, lifting my bottom, trying to press tighter to her caress.

My fingers were busy on her breasts, caressing, pulling the sweet globe. My other hand was in her dark hair, trying to guide her kisses to the center of my desire. To the wetness that was between my plump thighs, to the burning that was there. Just as I was about to beg for her tongue in my crying pussy she moved to press her face to me. I felt the warmth of her face against my sex, then her tongue, pointed and firm as it explored the pink folds. She licked and stroked up and down the length of my pussy, using her lips to suck my inner lips into her mouth. Then moving to the hard, hot bud of my clit. Exposed and wanting from the its hood. She flicked it once, then twice and then a third time. Teasing me with short, hot licks that caused me to moan, my body to tremble. Her fingers moved back and forth over my nipples, raking joy along the way. I now had both hands on her head, holding her tight to my sex. I was over the top with her talented tongue on my pussy.

With a smooth jump she was on the table, her legs straddling my face, kneeling, her dark inviting sex within inches of my lips. I slipped a hand down, searching until I found the button that raised the head of the table. I pressed it and felt my head slowly raise until I could easily make contact with the wet morsel in front of me. I let my pointed tongue slip to her pussy. I could taste and smell the heady muskiness of her. I felt the soft, wavy lips of her pussy part agaisnt my invading tongue.

Then I was licking her, as she was licking me. I found the plump nub of her clit, fatter than my own, and I began to flick my tongue back and forth over her. Knowing the caress she liked, knowing what drove her passion forward. My hands covered the round firmness of her ass, I clutched each globe, digging my nails into her tender flesh. I heard the muffled cry agaisnt my pussy. I released her pussy from my mouth and took my fingers and spread the wetness from her pussy up to the round, rosette of her ass. I pressed my face back to her, sucking her clit into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around the harden hot spot. She was mewing, crying agaisnt my pussy as her tongue brought dizziness, swirls of passion to my mind.

My finger slipped and found the secret opening and slowly I slipped my finger inside of her ass. She wiggled agaisnt the invading finger, she cried a long low moan and then I felt her body shake, tremble and I knew that she was on the edge of her orgasm. I began to slowly fuck her ass, pressing in and turning my finger as I withdrew it. My tongue moved rapidly agaisnt her clit, no longer interested in teasing only in bringing her climax.

She lifted her head from my sex and moaned, my name slipped from her lips ( I love it when they call my name when they cum!), she trembled and began to sob softly as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body tensed and relaxed then tensed again. Her ass shook and my finger continued to move in her. Soon she pressed her face back to my pussy and renewed her own attack.

I slowed the action of my tongue, no longer wildly lick her, now softly, tenderly caressing her. My finger slipped from her heat and I caressed her ass tenderly. Her tongue was not relenting agaisnt my own swollen clit. Then quickly, flashing like lighting my own climax exploded in me, my body shook, I arched my hips, she held my thighs tight as I came, pressing me to the table. I could feel the heat of her breasts against me, I could feel the wonder of tongue as she drove me higher and higher until I was falling.

Then just as fast as my orgasm came it subsided, always the problem with orgasm, they were over just to quickly, seven seconds of bliss and gone. She moved from my pussy and I felt her wet lips on my thighs. Soft, loving, tender kisses. Then as easily as she got on the table she was off and standing next to me, smiling down. She licked her lips and I reached out and ran my hand across her breasts, tweaking the chocolate drop nipples. She shudder and grinned moving from my caress.

I lay there waiting for my breathing to return to normal, for my vision to return. Slowly we both relaxed and dropped back to normalcy. I leaned up and drew her to me. We kissed long and slow. Our tongues dancing together. Our taste on one another's lips. Her arms slipped around me and pressed me close as we kissed. Then reluctantly we parted. Smiling warmly at each other. No words necessary.

I watched her dress. Pulling her cute panties tight to her sex, watching the outline of her pussy beneath the satin material. Watching as she leaned forward slightly to mold her wonderful breasts into her bra, hooking it, then adjusting the cups with her hands. She stepped into her uniform and buttoned it up.

-You are beautiful, I said, I could make love to you forever. She smiled sweetly at me. Moving to me then kissing me hotly on my mouth. Her hands felt my mounds one more time.

-Thank you Elizabeth, She whispered in my ear. I love making love to you too.

-Do you have to go, I said lying back, stay a little longer.

-I'm sorry I can't. I would love to. But I'm late now, she said looking at her watch. I must go or my next appointment will be mad.

-Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?, I asked hopefully.

-Oh that would be lovely but I am sorry I can't. I have another date.

-Ok, I said disappointed but understanding, thank you so much for the lovely birthday treat.

-Your more than welcome. Can I have a rain check on the dinner? She said giving me a quick kiss, looking into my eyes with her bright brown ones.

-Of course you can, I said touching her face as she kissed me again.

-Great! She smiled as she left the room.

I lay there for a while, relaxed from the wonderful massage, satisfied from the wonderful sex that I had with Juanita. Moving slowly I got off the table, walking nude to the private bath. I ran a shower and stepped in. I let the hot spray wash over me as I thought of the talents of my friend. She had an exquisite technique, both with her hands and her mouth. As I left the spa I left her a nice fat tip and a note with my phone number and a request to call me.

I often left her such a note but she never called. She wanted to keep her private life private and I respected that. I was thankful for the times that we were able to have such wonderful intimacy. Plus I had her agreement to have dinner sometime, but then sometime has a tendency to come only occasionally.

So that was how I had spent my birthday, at least so far. The night was still young. Who knows what might come up. I moved from the over look patio back to a chaise near the pool. Thinking of my afternoon with Juanita had got my blood up and I wanted some relief. I quickly stripped my bathing suit off, nude I allowed my fingers to caress my body until I had a wonderful, deep, satisfying orgasm.

The next morning I awoke naked. Lying on my bed, I began to think back on the many years of my life. Especially the sex life. I was starting to frame the process of my memoirs. The fact that I was still holding the long, thick rubber cock in my hand, was some what distracting. It was my favorite of all my toys. The first one my husband ever bought, the first one I ever used. A very realistic nine inches of man cock and very thick which I liked a lot. At first when he brought it out one evening during our love making I wondered what he was going to do with it. Boy did he ever show me, even though I was a bit reluctant and embarrassed when we first used it, I grew to appreciate it, then to love it.

My legs were opened. My plump thighs wet from my orgasm. My pussy still alive with the memory of that wonderful dildo filling it. My nipples burned, still hard, fat dark pink points on my full, heavy breasts. With a sigh I ran one hand over my plump belly, touching the soft vee of strawberry blonde hair that covered my fat pussy mound. My clit was slowly stopping its throbbing. But I knew I could easily get it excited again.

Just to prove it I brought the rubber cock up to my lips and kissed the helmet shaped head, tasting myself. The salty, earthiness of pussy. My husband use to say I tasted like the ocean on a hot summer morning. Nicely put, but then he was always a romantic.

His cock wasn't quite as long as my rubber friend, but it was a nice seven inches and very thick, like six inches around. I loved his prick, as I liked to call it. It fit so nicely in my pussy, always bringing me the most exquisite pleasure. I often will say no matter how many other cocks I have had, no matter their size or their girth his was the absolute best! God, how I missed him. I could feel myself begin to grown melancholy with his memory. I quickly shook myself to fight off the feeling.

I slipped the cock deeper into my mouth, letting my tongue slip down the shaft, oh how I wished it was real, with a hot load of sticky cum this slut's reward for a good sucking. I knew I could easily get a real live cock anytime, even at my age. Oh, I have had plenty of suitors. Occasionally I will succumb to the temptation, allowing myself an adventure or two.

Truth be told since Alex's death I find myself in bed more with women than men. It is not necessarily something I decided to do on purpose, just the way it worked out. I love a hot, hard prick as much as anything. Let me say that again, I love a hot, hard prick! But, being single and discerning in my selection of partners I find that women pass the muster, so to speak, more than men.

To be honest, I usually pleasured myself everyday, sometimes more than once a day. It depends on my mood, the level of sexual energy. I love to wake up to a orgasm. I will rise, freshen up, brush my teeth and then crawl back in bed and drift off on a cloud of memory or a fantasy while I let fingers or toys do the work.

I know I'm not some young svelte model type that many men and women want. Never have been, never will be. I have already told you that I have always been a plumper and I know I will always be. However I do work to keep myself as trim as possible and I have never been obese. I have become very satisfied with my body.

That was not always true, when I was younger I was self conscience about my body, both my plumpness and my large breasts. While many men, boys, women and girls expressed that they found me attractive I was always fearful that they were not truthful when they told me so. I assumed many were just interested in my breasts or trying to sleep with me. It wasn't until I met my husband, that I began to believe it, finally realizing that he really did love my body.

It took a number of years for me to understand it but, when I finally did, letting the walls down, my sex life became even more incredible. I really blossomed into a exciting, wanton woman. Not that I hadn't been that way before, but it always took alcohol or some other stimulant to get me to drop the walls, to really get into the moment and the passion. Probably a good thing I didn't begin drinking until college, no telling what might have happen.