Date: 26 Mar 2002 16:05:10 -0800
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Rainy-day Ride ( Adult Youth f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of between a teenaged girl and a woman.  If
this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18
do not read it.

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                         Rainy-day Ride
                               By
                              Jan


	It was drizzling when school let out.  I was standing in
front of Lincoln High School on a winter afternoon of my
freshman year, waiting for my mother to pick me up and I
didn't see her out front.  Then I saw Mrs. Applegate's green
four-door sedan out front.  The door opened and Mrs.
Applegate leaned across the front seat and motioned me to
come.

	I put my book bag over my head and made a dash to her
car.  Mrs. Applegate told me that my father had to make a quick
trip to the West Coast because of an accounting error that could
cost the company millions in cost over runs.  He had to leave
immediately my mother packed for him and decided to join him
to visit her sister in San Francisco for a couple of days.  She
told me that my mother had asked her to pick me up and look
after me for a couple of days.

	I got in the car and close the door.  As I buckled the seat
belt we pulled away from the curb.  It started raining very hard
as we pulled away.  It was raining so hard that the windshield
wipers to keep up with the rain.  As I sat back in the seat to get
comfortable I thought about Mrs. Applegate.  She lived next
door of my parent's home on the south side.  Her husband had
died several years ago of cancer.  I only knew her to be a nice
woman a few years older than my mom.

	As the stop signal turned red and we stopped behind the
crosswalk she placed her right hand on my left knee.  Her hand
was warm on my cold knee.  I felt a tingle between my legs.  I
looked at her face and she was looking forward with no
expression on her face.  She had put her hand on my knee like
she was resting it as casually as if it was resting on a floor shift.
Her car was a column automatic shift.

	As the light turned green she put her hand back on the
steering wheel as she accelerated down the road she casually
mentioned having watched me play in the back yard with my
friends.

	I thought about the games we played in the back yard.
They were innocent enough.  I never wanted my friends to
know that I had sexual desires for them.  When we would be
tussling for a soccer ball I would find ways to rub the crotch of
their panties.  Then wipe my nose so I could smell my fingers.
I had no idea that Mrs. Applegate had been standing at her
kitchen window watching everything and even understood why
I was wiping my nose.

	Nothing more was said on the way home.  When she
pulled into her driveway she pressed her automatic garage door
opener and drove in.  As the door closed behind us we entered
the house through a door that lead to a mud room with an
adjoining half bathroom.  We took off our rain gear and I used
the bathroom to fix my hair while Mrs. Applegate entered the
house and went down the hall to the kitchen to start dinner.

	When I joined her, she told me to go to the family room
and do my homework while she made dinner for the two of us.
I protested that I could help.  She insisted that she was capable
of making dinner and it was a pleasure to cook for more than
one again.

	I reluctantly went to the family room and put my
homework on the coffee table and dug in.  I could soon smell
what I guessed was a roast beef and fresh bread.  I was getting
hungry smelling the cooking as I finished my homework.  I was
just finishing checking my work when Mrs. Applgate entered
the family room with a tray.  She asked me how the work was
coming when she sat the tray on the coffee table.

	I told her, "I am just finishing checking my work."

	Mrs. Applegate said that is great I thought you would like
a break.  Before me was fresh baked cracked wheat bread sliced
and buttered.  She had a bowel of strawberry preserves with a
butter knife in it.  We took turns spreading preserves on a slice
of bread.  The warm bread and strawberry preserves were
delicious.  When we were finished eating the bread on the plate
she told me to enjoy the stereo or TV while she finished dinner.

	She retreated to the kitchen while I looked at her CD
collection.  I was mostly 60's and 70's romantic music.  I had
turned on the FM stereo receiver while I looked through the
collection.  The elevator music on the receiver was much like
her collection so I just settled back and enjoyed the restful
music.

	It was not long before Mrs. Applegate entered the room
and announced that soup's on.  As I walked past her she put her
hand on my waist and we walked to the dinning table set for
two.  I felt her hand squeeze my ass cheek as she directed me to
the chair she wanted me to set in.

	As I put the linen napkin across my lap I looked at the
table.  She has a garden green salad in front of me.  There was
virgin olive oil and wine vinegar in a blown glass enter-locking
decanter was in front of me.  I poured a generous amount of
both on my salad as I waited for Mrs. Applegate to join me.

	She returned with a platter of roast beef with pearl
onions, spring potatoes, baby carrots and diced celery floating
in natural thickened gravy.  She poured us both a glass of wine.
	I said, "Thank you for the marvelous dinner Mrs.
Applegate."

	She responded, "Please you don't need to be formal with
me.  You can call me Diana."

 We ate the salad with fresh bread.  By the time I finished my
second helping of the roast I was sated.

	Diana gathered up the plates and put them in the
dishwasher.  She brought back two bowels of pineapple ice
cream.  Before she sat down she poured us a fresh drink of red
wine.  When we were finished she told me to go back to the
family room while she cleaned up.  I tried to help but she would
not hear of it.

	I went back to the family room and the music was still
playing.  I settled down to enjoy digesting the meal and was
about to fall asleep when I felt the presence of someone in the
room.  I am not sure what stirred me but I smelled her light
fragrance of her perfume as she approached me.

	She was dressed in a transparent dressing gown.  I was a
little taken aback to see the almost nude body of my neighbor.
As I looked at her, her hair was brushed out into soft flowing
waves over her shoulders.  Then I was looking at her ample
breasts.  She had a tattoo on her right breasts that I had never
known she had.  It was a red rose bud with a green stem and
three green leaves.

	My eyes were being drawn down her body.  Her pubic
brush was thick and dark.  I could not tell if it was trimmed or
not through the dark brown. Diana had to notice where my eyes
were drawn.  She spread her legs to shoulder width so that I
could see the light between her legs.

	She drew up her right leg and sat on it as she sat next to
me on the couch.  She put her arm around my shoulders.  I was
starting to get so excited that I was feeling juices wetting my
panties.  My upper lip was beading up with sweat. Mrs.
Applegate asked if I was catching a cold as she placed the back
of her hand on my forehead.  As she drew her hand down my
face she pulled my cheek to her and pressed her cheek to mine.
Then she turned our face to meet each other and kissed my lips.

	I was actually breathless as she pulled back and said, " I
never thought that you might be in wet clothes.  We have to get
you out of those wet clothes!"

	I was held motionless as she pulled my blouse out of my
skirt.  She was unbuttoning the blouse with such purpose that I
let her without even trying to tell her that I was not wet from
the rain.  It was sexual excitement that had me sweating and my
panties getting wet.

	When she removed my blouse and tossed it to the other
end of the couch I reached behind myself and unhooked my
brassier and pulled it off and tossed it to join the blouse.

	Diana was busy unfastening my skirt.  She told me with
her hands that she wanted me to stand up.  As I did so my skirt
fell to the floor around my feet.  When I turned to face her she
could see that my light blue underpants were darkened at the
crotch by my juices leaking out of my body.

	Diana reached out with her hand and ran her fingers
between my legs and brought them to her nose and smelled the
essence of my juices left on her finger before she sucked her
fingers.  Then she slide her fingers under the waistband of my
panties.

	She drew them down very slowly as if she wanted to
make sure that she saw every hair as it was exposed.  I am a
natural blonde but my pubic is reddish strawberry blonde color.
For the first time in my life I was happy I was not like everyone
else.

	Diana leaned forward and kissed the hairy patch on my
body before she drew me onto her lap.  As I sat on her lap she
ran her hand from my neck as she kissed my mouth with all the
tenderness and burning desire that anyone person had ever
done.  Her hands felt my young breasts like a blind person
would to memorize every imperfection of my flesh.  This made
my nipples so hard they were painful.  As Diana slide her
fingers between my legs I reached for her breasts by pulling her
dressing gown aside and exposing her right breast so I could see
the tattoo.

	The tattoo was not a new one the lines were fading from
black to a soft blue, from a narrow line drawing to a soft blur.
The green and red were softer than they were when the tattoo
was freshly done.  I kissed the tattoo as I tried to feel and taste
her ample breast.  Her dark areola begged to be engulfed and I
put my mouth over it and flagellated her nipple with my tongue.

	Diana sat me on the couch and stood up and untied the
sash of her dressing gown.  As the gossamer fabric floated to
the floor I watched her body come into view.

	Diana is an imposing woman not a model but a full
figured woman.  Her hair was framed her face and her breasts
were round like child's water balloons.  Her hips were broad
and her labia protruded through the dark hair like soft lips that
needed to be kissed.

	After I leaned forward to kiss the lips before me Diana
pulled me to my feet and led me to her bedroom.  The next two
days were the beginning for my love for older women.



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