Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2007 20:46:17 -0400
From: Chrissy Larkin <larkin479@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Unexpected

The Unexpected

By Chrissy Larkin

I'm 55 years old, married and straight. I have an active sex life with my
husband so I don't even masturbate. I can't remember the last time I went
solo. I've never felt a desire to experience sex with another woman. Until
now.

A couple of weeks ago, my friend and neighbor Denise broke her leg in an
accident. The break was bad and put her in a large cast covering much of
her leg. Her mobility was greatly impacted. Last week her husband had to
leave on a business trip that would keep away from home for 2 nights. I
volunteered to spend both nights with Denise and help with cooking and
anything else she needed while her husband was away and she remained
essentially bedridden.

I made dinner for Denise and, after we finished, she encouraged me to mix a
pitcher full of gin and tonic, so we could have some fun while watching a
movie on her TV in her bedroom. Denise is about 45, a short, slender woman
with short hair, a pretty face and a nice smile. As the evening wore on,
the drinks flowed and we had a grand time, half talking, half watching what
was on TV.

I could see Denise was getting rather drunk as her words began to slur and
at one point, while we were watching a mildly R-rate movie, she made some
loose remarks about sex.  I was pretty high myself, but not nearly as drunk
as Denise.

At the same time, I could see my friend was a bit uncomfortable. She kept
wincing as she tried to move and the cast chafed on her thigh. Finally, in
frustration, she gave up on watching and with my help rolled over on the
bed, facing downwards. In a slurred but pleading voice, she asked if I
would mind putting some lotion on her leg where the cast ended.

I grabbed a bottle from her bedside table and began to rub the ointment on
to her red and tender skin. My hand was only inches from her crotch, which
was covered by her nightgown, but I kept massaging where the skin was
chafed. Denise made murmurs of appreciation, her face buried in her pillow.
But then she reached down and tugged up her nightie and asked me if I could
massage a little higher. I found myself staring at the lower half of
Denise's naked rear. Feeling somewhat uninhibited by the alcohol, I took a
moment to admire her lovely looking skin, the dark curve of her fanny crack
and imagined what lay between.

Slowly, I began massaging with the lotion, rubbing the uppermost part of
her thigh, just below her left fanny cheek. Despite the liquor, I could
feel my pulse pick up at the uncertainty of what was happening. It didn't
take long to realize Denise was also feeling very uninhibited by the
alcohol. Her occasional murmurs turned into soft moans of
satisfaction. Slowly, Denise parted her legs a bit more and scooted down,
pressing her warm vulva against my hand.

I felt her wetness and knew immediately she was aroused. Much to my
consternation, so was I. For a brief moment there was absolute silence in
the room other than the sound of a ticking clock. I ran my fingers up and
down the lips of her vagina, and felt her pea-sized clit. I touched it
softly, trying not to over-stimulate the sensitive nub. Denise started to
roll her hips, thrusting them back for more contact. I obliged by inserting
my middle finger into her wet loveliness. Oh, I couldn't believe how
excited I was becoming; to feel another woman so intimately and to feel her
respond with such obvious sexual excitement. My head was spinning,
literally and figuratively.

I moved my fingers in and out rhythmically and soon heard that familiar
smacking sound as Denise grew wetter and wetter as she moaned louder and
louder, even though her face was buried into her pillow. Despite my own
increasing excitement, I concentrated on pleasing my friend and began
thrusting 2 fingers in and out of her rapidly, replicating the rhythm of a
man. Soon, I was slapping the base of my hand against her vulva and clit as
I pumped her and brought Denise to the edge. And then I began to feel her
lose control, as her muscle spasmed and as her hips shook and her fanny
quivered.

Between the alcohol and my beating heart, I felt incredibly dizzy from what
had just happened. I had just finger-fucked my neighbor and good friend to
a gin-soaked orgasm!  Somewhat embarrassed, I staggered to my feet and
mumbled that I need to get to bed.  Denise said something, but she was too
inebriated to make sense. I was hoping everything would be forgotten when
we woke up in the morning.

I got to the guest room, closed the door and stripped off my clothes as
quickly as possible. I held the fingers that had just been in Denise's wet
pussy under my nose, breathing in her sexual musk as I masturbated
feverishly for the first time in years. I came with a thundering,
thigh-shaking orgasm in about 60 seconds, but before it had even finished
my last orgasmic convulsions I fell sound asleep, exhausted.

Hours later, I awoke, groggy, hearing Denise call my name. I had no idea
what time it was, and was a bit shocked to find myself lying naked on my
bed, until I remembered what had happened before falling asleep.

I threw on my nightgown and stumbled into Denise's bedroom. She was leaning
over her bed, throwing up in to her trashcan. The poor girl had drank way
too much and was now paying the price, gagging and retching.  When she
stopped, I kneeled down and wiped her face. She looked up at me and asked
in a husky voice, if I would help her to the bathroom so she could pee.

We struggled down the hall and into the bathroom. A nightlight was on, so I
didn't turn on the lights to avoid the harsh glare. With great difficulty,
I eased Denise down on to the toilet seat and soon heard the gurgling sound
of her pee splashing into the bowl.

Denise was still quite drunk and I noticed some vomit had stained her
nightgown. I quietly asked her if she wanted to change, and she nodded
slowly. As Denise continued to pee, I reached down and lifted the gown
off. I looked down and found myself looking at the rest of her body. Her
breasts were modestly sized, but she had luscious nipples that, to my
surprise, appeared erect. In that soft light, I thought she looked
incredibly attractive.

I dropped the soiled gown on the floor and was about to go back to Denise's
room to fetch a clean one, when she put out her arms and stopped me. Please
don't go, she said, as her pee now splashed in little spurts. I didn't move
any further and then realized that Denise hadn't taken her hands off my
sides. The only sound was of her pee, now trickling into the bowl.

Slowly, Denise ran her hands up and down my outer thighs and then she tried
to slide one hand inside my gown and onto my inner thigh. I looked down, my
body shaking, and took in the strange view of Denise, sitting naked on the
toilet, her legs splayed apart, one in a long cast. In the soft light, I
could make out a dark, thick bush. In any other situation, I would be have
been hard pressed to see the eroticism of the situation. But not now.

Denise's hands fumbled with my nightie as she tried to caress my
vulva. Suddenly, I heard her whisper, take it off, please. It took me a
moment to react, but when Denise started to lift the bottom of the nightie,
I understood, and slowly removed it.

I was glad the light was dim. Unlike Denise's slender body, mine was
rounder, plumper and older. My 38d tits sagged, my tummy bulged a bit and I
had a bush as thick as hers.  But the alcohol-laced lust had us both in a
new frame of mind. Denise tugged me closer to where she was sitting on the
potty.  She leaned forward and began licking me. It was like a mild
electric shock. Almost at the same time, she inserted her finger into my
sopping opening.  My knees buckled slightly, but I reached down to steady
myself by holding Denise's head close. I could hear her licking and heard
the sopping sound as her finger moved in and out like a slender
phallus. This time, I really felt my climax, every earth shattering spasm
of delight. It was so strong, so deep; I had felt nothing like it before. I
knew why.

As I caught my breath, Denise tugged on me. Please come down, she said in a
stronger voice. Your tits. I want to?feel them, she said.

I was now inches away from Denise, kneeling in front of her. She smelled of
gin and a slightly sour scent that I figured must be from the vomit. She
caressed my breasts and almost automatically, I did the same to hers. Her
nipples were so hard, I couldn't help but to squeeze them, which made her
moan with distinct pleasure.

And then she began kissing me. Deep tonguing kisses that just melted me. My
husband never kissed me like that. Nor did any of the men I had ever kissed
in my entire life. I was in ecstasy. I kept one hand on her lovely nipples
and with the other reached down and began to play with Denise's cunt. It
was sopping like mine and her clit was swollen, no longer a pea but more
like a pinky finger (at least it felt like one). She shuddered as I
massaged her and as we kissed. In a minute or two I began to feel Denise
sway, almost undulate, moans seeping out of her throat, despite the fact
our lips were fastened together as we kissed each other torridly.

She moaned deeply, and for a split second, I feared she was going to be
sick again, but instead, she started climaxing and as she did, spurts of
urine shot from her urethra, splashing on my fingers which were jammed into
her honey box. As she continued cumming, she sucked on my nipples and then
bit them gently.

Somehow, we both got up on our feet and staggered towards Denise's
bedroom. We kept trying to kiss and fondle each other, but Denise's leg
cast made the whole thing very clumsy. Eventually we made it. Denise lay
down first and then I lay next to her. I remember kisses and more fingering
and then the next thing I knew, Denise was asleep, even as I continued to
kiss her and finger her. I couldn't stop. A door had been flung open and I
was running through it.

All I could think was that I would be with her for the another 24 hours.

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