Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2008 16:49:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charles Rocket <rockett42dd@yahoo.com>
Subject: 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.