After waking up with the psychologist, Sarah felt her sexuality blooming inside her. Like a rose opening to the sun and drawing admirers, Sarah started radiating something too. She noticed men looking at her more often, and she liked it. She began seeking out that admiration on purpose. Subtly she started dressing a little differently. Now and then a bare shoulder. Jeans that sat tighter around her firm ass. Sarah embraced the naughty girl in herself more and more. Her husband Tom had noticed it too. At spontaneous moments during the day he would seek her out to make love to her. For the first time Sarah could really let herself go. Lately she had even let him take her on the kitchen table. Sarah felt a flutter low in her belly whenever she thought back on it.
Sarah worked in education. About three months into her awakening a party was planned at the school where she taught. It was a masked ball for parents, staff and teachers. Sarah looked forward to the party this year. She wanted to shine on the dance floor. Secretly she wondered if she could seduce a man. Thinking about that, an excited feeling bubbled up inside her that she had suppressed for years. Sarah had never been the naughty girl she could have been as a student. She wanted to make up for that. The idea of being desirable to men other than Tom. Sarah wanted, for once in her life, to be the seductress.
Sarah decided to ask her neighbour Elise for help. While doing the dishes she had sometimes seen Elise walking past on her way out for the evening. Elise always looked stunning then. Stylish yet sultry. Elise had a lovely ass that she knew how to accentuate without looking cheap. Often Sarah had secretly wished she could be like Elise. To her delight Elise had answered the door with girlish enthusiasm. Elise and Sarah had similar figures. Elise suggested Sarah could borrow a dress from her. Sarah eagerly accepted the offer.
Now she stood there in Elise’s bedroom. A cosy, warmly furnished room. Almost old-fashioned. Beautiful classic wooden furniture. An old-fashioned wardrobe with a lovely full-length mirror. That was where Elise must admire herself before going out. Now Sarah stood there looking at herself, waiting for Elise who was fetching a glass of white wine downstairs in the kitchen. Sarah placed her hands on her hips and looked playfully into the mirror. There she stood. Fifty-plus yet certainly not bad to look at. A beautiful full head of curls. A slender neck. A nice firm ass. “Looks good on you!” Sarah jumped. Elise stood in the doorway with two glasses of wine, watching her with amusement. “Shall we see what we can put all that deliciousness in?” She handed Sarah her white wine. Sarah had grown warm from the look Elise had given her. Her throat dry. The cold wine felt like relief from a bit of tension that had started building inside her.
Sarah went through Elise’s dresses with her. She hesitated between light summery florals or elegant black. Elise found the florals too tame. “What you want is for them to stare at you with their mouths open.” Elise picked a dress with a slit, a deep neckline and bare shoulders. Sarah swallowed and wondered if she would dare. Elise playfully sang that Prince song, “If I was your girlfriend, would you let me dress you.” Elise laid her warm hands on Sarah’s shoulders. “Come on, out of those clothes, let’s see how this looks.” Sarah grew warm again but pulled off her top and let her trousers drop. There she stood, vulnerable in her plain cotton underwear. “Oh dear,” said Elise, “you need more than that! You can’t radiate seduction in that underwear!” Sarah had to agree. Elise fetched a pretty red set from the wardrobe. “No stockings,” said Elise, “those beautiful legs of yours, you’re going to show those off!” Sarah had to admit Elise was right, she did have lovely long legs. Firm at the top yet strong and toned. Elise let her long soft fingers glide up one leg. A shiver ran through Sarah. Elise’s fingers brushed over her panties. Tickled over the fabric. “We need to do something about that too,” said Elise, “you’ve got quite a bush there. Fine in these panties but not in the set I have in mind.”
Elise took Sarah into the bathroom. Sarah let it happen. She giggled with excitement. Felt young, full of fluttering tension. Elise found a razor and shaving foam. “Ta-da! This is what we need.” Sarah burst out laughing. “You’re not only dressing me? Now you’re going to shave me too?” Now Elise had to laugh. “I actually thought you could do it yourself here.” Sarah turned red. She felt her cheeks glowing. Quickly she pushed the embarrassment away. “Pity,” she said playfully. To back up her challenge she pulled her panties down in front of Elise. She saw the sparkle of fun in her eyes. Elise stepped closer and ran her fingers through Sarah’s pubic hair. With her warm breath in Sarah’s ear she whispered, “all right then.” Elise scooped a good dollop of foam onto her hand and slowly spread it over Sarah’s pussy while kissing her neck. Sarah let out a sigh. “Be careful,” she asked. Carefully Elise set the razor against her skin. Stroke by stroke she shaved the hair away, leaving a neat little strip above her clit. “So he’ll know where to find you tonight,” Elise said teasingly while giving Sarah a playful slap on the bottom.
“Shall we take that last bit off too?” Elise removed Sarah’s bra. She let her hands glide over Sarah’s breasts. Sarah laid her head back against Elise’s neck and breathed deeply. “You have soft beautiful breasts,” Elise whispered. “They deserve something sexy.” Tenderly Elise helped Sarah into a lace push-up bra. Elise had laid out a thong for her. She pulled it up along her legs. Teasingly she ran her hand over Sarah’s labia. “You’re wet.” Sarah moaned in confirmation against Elise’s ear. She felt the thong slide between her cheeks. “I like getting you a little worked up like this for your party tonight. I’m curious what you’re going to do with it. Be a bit naughty later.” Elise took Sarah’s face between her slender hands and kissed her softly, playfully nipping her lower lip. Her hand slipped into Sarah’s panties. A finger circled over her clit. Sarah breathed heavily into Elise’s neck. “Dress!” Elise called and stopped abruptly. Teasingly she slapped Sarah’s bottom again. “You go and pick out something delicious at that party!” Sarah kissed Elise. “And if not, will you finish me off?” Sarah asked. “Absolutely!”
Half an hour later Sarah was on her bike. Elise had given her a tough leather jacket to wear over the dress. She hummed into the wind. Elise had lent her a mysterious mask. Elise had also given her plenty of excitement to take with her. She could feel the wetness in her panties. At the traffic lights she stood alone. Absent-mindedly she stroked her own leg and softly moaned with arousal. When Sarah arrived the party was in full swing. Maybe it was the excitement, but Sarah felt how she was being stared at. Hungry eyes on her naked back, across her bare shoulders, along her cleavage, the edge of red lace peeking out underneath. She downed a glass of white wine. Chatted here and there with colleagues. At the bar she saw a man looking at her intensely, almost shamelessly. A solid guy. Sharp in his suit. Stubble under his Zorro mask. She gave him a cheeky smile and turned away toward the dance floor. She let her hips sway to the classic disco of Donna Summer. She felt like a complete woman. Sexy, naughty, an object of desire. Never before had she looked at herself the way she did now through that man’s eyes.
Suddenly she felt two bold hands on her hips. A jolt of electricity went through her. Instead of resisting, she rolled her hip into him and laid her head back against his neck. Subtly she ground her ass against his crotch. Felt his arousal grow. His hands moved a little higher over her waist. She turned around and rode his thigh in sultry dance movements. It burned in her panties. Sarah was glad she was wearing a black dress. She was dripping with arousal, soaking through her thong. Boldly the stranger grabbed her ass. Pressed Sarah against him. She felt his hard cock throbbing in his trousers.
What would her colleagues think? Quickly Sarah whispered in his ear that he should meet her in room 4.21, then pushed him away with feigned offence. At the bar she got another glass of wine. A colleague asked if she was all right. The man stood stunned on the dance floor watching her. “I’m fine, he got a bit too forward,” Sarah lied. The ice-cold wine slid down but could not cool the heat between her legs. Sarah excused herself, said she was going to the toilet, but wandered through the corridors up to the fourth floor, room 21, the school social worker’s office.
Sarah sank into the couch. Would he follow her, she wondered. She felt a mix of arousal and light drunkenness, felt deliciously naughty. She let her hand glide over her leg. Too turned on to wait for anyone. Her hand went over that wet scrap of fabric, into her panties, between her lips, to her clit. She moaned with pleasure. Fantasised about Elise and her long fingers on her clit. Actually longed more for her tongue than for a stranger’s cock. Sarah let the shoulders of her dress fall. Played with her nipples through the fabric of her bra. Arousal dripped along the fingers of her other hand. She closed her eyes, moaned deeply, breathing faster and faster. Her heart pounded. Her muscles tensed. Her back arched. With a cry she came gloriously. Sarah sank back into the couch.
That was how the stranger found her. Her hand still softly over her clit. Still enjoying the wave of pleasure that had gone through her. Sarah startled for a moment. He stood suddenly in front of her. Cock bulging in his trousers. Sarah straightened her dress. She stood up. Let her hand teasingly glide over his hard length. Whispered in his ear, “sorry, too late, now I have other plans.” Sarah walked away from him. He stood there dazed. She hurried outside. Racing on her bike through the cool night. In her street all the lights were out. She rang the doorbell, again and again. Surprised, Elise opened the door in her robe. Half open, a glimpse of her lovely round young breasts showing. Before she could say anything Sarah kissed her passionately. “I want you, not some stranger’s cock.”
Elise pulled her inside, the door closed, the robe slid open, Sarah’s warm breath and lips on her neck. She felt the heat under her dress. Firmly she gripped Elise’s ass. Her mouth moved downward. Closed around a nipple, her hand found the other. She kissed her belly, toward her navel. She smelled Elise’s arousal.
She tasted it on her lips as she wandered further down. Elise ran her hands through Sarah’s curls, leaning into the pleasure. Sarah sucked devotedly on Elise’s clit. With deep pulls she drank from her juicy peach, it dripped over her chin. “You’re delicious!” said Sarah as she pulled Elise toward the bedroom, Elise giggling behind her.
Fiercely Sarah kissed Elise and pushed her onto the bed. “Well! Wild one!” Elise cried in surprise. Eagerly Sarah continued licking Elise’s clit. She was soaking wet, a wet patch forming on the bed. Sarah’s index finger pushed inside, her middle finger joining it, searching for the G-spot. Elise let out a cry of wild pleasure. Sarah fingered Elise attentively while keeping her mouth on her clit. Soon she felt Elise’s legs clamp around her head. Moaning, she came. Sarah offered her fingers, Elise sucked the wetness from them with a look full of lust. Kissed Sarah hard on the mouth and began undressing her impatiently. “How did you get so turned on?” Sarah told her about her evening, how she had left a man with a hard cock standing there embarrassed. Elise burst out laughing. “How deliciously naughty!” she squealed. “May I spank you for being such a dirty girl?” Willingly Sarah turned her ass toward her.
Smack! Elise’s hand came down firmly. She left it there and rubbed over her cheek. Smack! Again. Sarah moaned somewhere between pain and pleasure. Smack! “It’s magnificent,” she heard Elise say. Smack! She felt her ass burning. Smack! Right after that the tender touch, Sarah trembled with arousal. Just when Sarah expected another spank she felt Elise’s lips soft on her cheek. The kissing turned into playful biting. Sarah felt how Elise pulled her cheeks apart, a tongue between her cleft, along her hole, around it. She moaned. She felt a finger, over her hole, downward, into her pussy, a tongue again on her hole, a second finger, in and out. Sarah bit into the pillow.
Moaning muffled. She felt so aroused, so sexy, so desired. “How do you want me to finish you, darling, with a toy?” Sarah hummed no and turned around. “I want to feel you.” Elise kissed her full on the mouth, their tongues finding each other. The women tangled together, thighs sliding along each other’s clits, giggling and moaning with pleasure. Enjoying each other’s bodies. The feeling of warm soft breasts against each other, grabbing at each other’s flesh. Kneading each other’s asses, flanks. Losing themselves in each other’s necks until the women no longer knew where one body began and the other ended.
“Taste me!” Sarah panted in Elise’s ear. Elise lowered her head to Sarah’s dripping pussy, offering her own at the same time by sitting over her. Elise slurped on Sarah’s clit, alternating with her fingers. Sarah could take no more, bit into the inside of Elise’s thigh. Deeper and deeper her breathing became. She clung to Elise’s ass. Felt everything tightening. She heard Elise’s long fingers squelching along her clit. It exploded in her lower body. Panting she came and collapsed.
Elise crawled beside her. “That was a pleasant surprise,” said Elise while stroking Sarah’s curls. Satisfied, Sarah sank into a deep sleep. One apartment over her husband Tom had woken from the noise at the neighbours’. Half asleep he felt the empty place beside him. Contented, he thought Sarah must be having a nice evening.
