Sarah Needs Help

My name is Sarah.

I'm a recently widowed middle-aged woman with three daughters. I'm also completely overwhelmed by life on my own with three kids.

Oh, we're not too bad off materially. Before the accident, my husband, Don Porter, had been a building contractor, and made fairly good money. He knew the ins and outs of the housing industry and was able to get us a good home at a fairly low cost which he then got paid off relatively quickly. He also left a pension fund which allows us to get by, although we don't have a lot to spare.

So even though money is not a major problem, I'm not adjusting well to life on my own. I just feel lost and bewildered without his direction.

Part of me is telling me I need to find someone new, but part of me is holding back, saying I don't want another man. Then it hit me: the reason I'm reluctant is that I don't want a man, I want a woman.

Remembering back: when I was in high school I had been curious about what it would be like to kiss a girl, maybe even make love to a girl. At one point I even had a crush on one of the prettiest girls in school; then later on she actually became homecoming queen, and I felt so outclassed that I didn't even dare look at her.

I never acted on any of those feelings, of course, and then when I met Don, those feelings got pushed to the back of my mind and I ignored them.

But now I'm sure. I want a woman to belong to.

How do I go about finding one?

Well, how do we do anything these days? Google it.

Ok, google says there are around 2500 dating sites just in the U. S. Noooo, that's too overwhelming! I wanna run away screaming!

Stop, stop, that won't help. Narrow it down. What about just lesbian dating sites? That's still a lot. Here, this one has the word "pink" in it. I like pink, I'll go there.

Alright, I've gone pink and set up an account. Now I need to create a profile. I should put in my name, address, and contact information, and a picture.

Here is the profile: "I'm a middle-aged widow with three daughters. Ever since my husband died I've felt lost and overwhelmed. I try to put on a brave face for my girls, but I don't know how much longer I can cope.

I struggle through each day by habit and routine, but I feel like I'm rushing out of control into a train wreck, and I don't know how to stop. Can someone give me direction and courage?

Please help me, I don't know what to do."

Oh my god, what have I done? That's my profile? I'm totally pathetic. Nobody will want anything to do with me.

Now what? The next step would be for me to browse other profiles; but there are so many of them, where do I start? It's just too much, I can't deal with it right now. I have to wait.

Maybe someone will send me a message.

- - -

Ok, I think I'll go look at that account I set up yesterday.

Nope, nothing happened; no messages. Well, I shouldn't be surprised, of course. It just shows how useless and pathetic I am, naturally no one will be interested. Shall I start browsing profiles? Maybe I can find some one to send a message to. No, I still can't face that right now. Maybe tomorrow.

- - -

Now it's been three days since I set up that PinkCupid account. I couldn't bear to look at it yesterday, but I have to do something. Somehow I've got to get up the nerve to message somebody.

Oh, wait! Suddenly I have three messages! All dated today. Oh, wow!

Charlene says: "You poor dear! I'm really touched by your plea, and I hope there will be some way I can help you. Let's talk."

Martina says: "You might be the kind of woman I'm looking for. Message me, and let's find a way to set up a meeting."

Sally says: "Your profile is really activating my protective instincts. Let's chat, and we'll try to find out what I can do for you."

This is stunning! There are actually three women interested in me?

Uh ... now how am I going to handle it? How am I going to choose between them? Well actually I suppose I should read their profiles.

The first one is Charlene Taylor: "I like helping people and satisfying their needs. It gives me a sense of accomplishment, and makes me feel worthwhile.

I've had a couple of girlfriends in the past, but didn't form long-term relationships, so I'm still looking for the one.

Currently employed in a chain department store, where I've been long enough to become a supervisor."

The next one is Martina Ruspoli: "I'm a recent immigrant from Italy. I left to distance myself from my devout catholic family who can't deal with my lesbian orientation.

By occupation I'm a translator. I work for a company with facilities in both Italy and the U. S. Also I'm able to pick up a fair amount of free-lance work.

I don't like conflict (get way too much of that from my family), so I'm hoping to find a partner who is cooperative and agreeable."

Also there is Sally North: "I've always been the adventurous, inquisitive, explorer type. Lately however, I've been feeling a need to settle down and have a family.

Unfortunately this doesn't sit well with my former partner, who is adamant about wanting nothing to do with kids. So that led us to separate.

Now I'm seeking another woman who wants children. I'm thinking in terms of artificial insemination, but other possibilities or arrangements are not out of the question.

I'm a genetic engineer by profession, and make a rather good salary."

- - -

Well, they all seem like good people. I don't know ... this is exactly the kind of thing I'm not good at; it's part of the reason I need somebody else's help.

Of course! That's it! Since I need their help; I need them to decide for me. The only way to really know who might be right for me is to meet them in person. So we should all four get together to see how we will get along.

Now I need to tell them that.

"Thank you so much for reaching out to me.

However, now I find myself in a quandry. I suddenly have messages from three different women asking to contact me. I don't know how to handle this. I'm indecisive and easily confused; it's part of the reason I need your help.

Can we all get together to talk and get to know each other? I can arrange for my girls to spend most of this Saturday visiting their cousins. That way we can all meet at my place after lunch (around 1:00-ish) to discuss the best course of action. I'm willing to accept whatever decision the three of you will make about me.

Are you free to come here on Saturday?"

Charlene replies: "Yes, I would love to be able to help you out. See you on Saturday."

Sally replies: "Are you sure about this? You're inviting three strangers into you home to let them decide about the rest of your life. I mentioned before that you're making me feel protective of you. So in order to protect you, yes I will definitely be there."

Martina replies: "This sounds very intriguing. I joined PinkCupid to meet women. Here I can meet three at once, so yes, I'm looking forward to it.

However, I'm not willing to wait that long for you. Therefore, tomorrow after you've gotten your kids packed off to school, you will leave your front door unlocked.

This is your first command from your new mistress."

- - -

Well, Charlene seems very sweet, and I'm sure Sally is giving very good advice; but Martina has given me a command, and somehow that's a great relief and makes me feel relaxed. That really is what I really want.

- - -

Well, now it's morning, and my girls are on the bus headed to school. Now what do I do?

Yes, I'll leave the door unlocked, and it's pretty clear what Martina's intentions are; but should I just sit around and wait for her? She didn't say when she'll be here. No, that would leave me even more of a nervous wreck.

Actually, I've got those dirty dishes in the sink. I didn't do them last night because I was up so late with the messaging, so I better get those taken care of.

- - -

There; it's almost done, I'll get this last item into the dish drainer.

Suddenly I'm startled by a pair of arms wrapping around me from behind.

"Hello Sarah. I'm Martina." She says softly right in my ear, as she holds me closely and I feel her breasts pressing against my back.

Recovering from my startled jerk, I manage to whisper: "Oh thank god, you made it! It all seemed like a dream, I wasn't sure ..."

Martina chuckles: "Oh yes, I'm very real dear, and I'm here for you now." Then she turns my head to the side and leans in to give me a kiss. And there it is: the first time I feel a woman's lips on mine. So soft and warm, as well as comforting and inviting, but she doesn't hold it long.

"So ... let's have a look at you." And she turns me around to look in my eyes. With a slight smile and a gleam in her eye, she says: "I've been here a few minutes watching you from behind while you finished. Now I see you have your hair nicely brushed and it smells fresh, and you do too, so you got up early this morning and showered for me. That's a good girl."

"Next let's lift your arms up over your head." Then she takes my wrists, pulling my arms all the way up, and tells me to hold them there while she reaches down to the bottom of my dress and pulls it all the way up and off, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

"Ok now;" she says appraisingly "I see some padding around the midriff; and that would be a C-cup bra, and some really lack-luster panties... Yes, I have to say; pretty much average frumpy middle-aged housewife."

When I look rather crestfallen at this, she adds: "But that's perfectly alright, dear. It's what I was expecting." She taps her forefinger lightly on the tip of my nose. "And ... I know exactly what I'm going to do with you."

She has a plan for me! This is so reassuring, and also exciting, that she's giving me something to look forward to. Even though I don't know what it is yet.

"But for now ..." she continues, and as she takes my hand and leads me out to the living room, I notice what a voluptuous and sensuous figure she has; topped perfectly by brown wavey hair falling down a little past her shoulders.

When we're standing in front of the couch, she says: "Your hair is very pretty, a dark blonde which goes well with your lovely green eyes." She runs her hand through my hair, and pulls me in to her embrace for another kiss. This time more passionately and as I feel her tongue touch my lips, I open them up and let her in.

Now our tongues swirl around each other as we each explore the other's mouth, and I find myself enjoying the gentle sweetness of another woman's mouth. I'm also starting to feel the wetness down between my legs: this really is working for me!

While we're doing this her hand moves down from caressing my hair and unclasps my bra. Breaking the kiss, she pulls off the bra, runs her hands lightly up and down my sides, then begins gently caressing my breasts. She leans down to lick my now stiffened long nipples and around on my aureoles, then sucks my left nipple while pinching the right nipple.

"Mmmm, that feels good!" I moan as little bursts and tingles shoot from my nipples to my clit. In response, Martina strokes her right hand downward into my panties. She cups my mons in her palm and lightly massages it, then strokes two fingers gently along my labia and in between to feel my wetness. "It's time to get these out of the way." she says, and pulls my panties down to the floor where I step out of both them and the slippers I was wearing.

"Now, I know you want more, don't you dear?" she purrs as she plunks me down on the couch, sits beside me, and kicks her shoes off. "Oh yes, please! I need it so bad!" I reply, feeling glad she sat me down, since I'm starting to feel too weak to stand up.

"Now I want you to take my top off." she says. I pull off the sweater she's wearing, since she's dressed for the autumn chill here in Michigan, and see her long sleeved, v-neck, button-down blouse. It's showing off her D-cup sized breasts very nicely, but I'm now intent on seeing them fully exposed, and immediately unbutton the blouse. Pulling it off, I wrap my arms around her to reach back and unclasp her bra. This puts me looking straight into her brown eyes, and I exclaim: "Your eyes are so lovely, they match the color of your hair exactly."

Now her bra is off, and she replies: "Thank you, dear. Now would you like admire these?" She grins and glances down toward her breasts. I see her perky nipples and cute aureoles are rather small for as large as her breasts are, almost girlish in fact, but quite lovely.

"They look wonderful!" I exclaim, and take one in each hand to lightly squeeze and feel their fullness. Then I bury my face between them, pillowing them against my cheeks, and plant kisses on her olive skin in the cleft between. The arousal between my legs is also making me enjoy these even more, and I move my kisses to her left breast, laving around her aureole and nipple, and then I begin sucking it.

"Aaah, yes dear! That's so nice!" she sighs as she holds me close with her hand on the back of my head. I continue suckling for a minute of so while her other hand strokes along my back, then she eases me away from her breasts. Pulling her left leg up and extending along the back of the couch, with the right leg still on the floor, she maneuvers me to sit between her legs with my back against her breasts.

Now she nibbles on my ear a little bit while she caresses my thighs, moving gradually upward to my very wet pussy. There she strokes her fingers along my labia, then using both hands, two fingers dip into the sopping cleft between them, one from each hand. Bringing one of those fingers up to her face, she takes a whiff of it and licks it clean. "Mmmm, yummy!" she says.

"And I'll bet this is your first time with a woman." she continues. "Yes, it is." I reply weakly. "Good. Now we're going to do a little bit of training." and while she says this she pulls the other wet finger out of my pussy and rubs the pussy juice right under my nose, then has me lick her finger clean. "That's a good girl." she says. "It's going to be important that you associate the smell of pussy with an orgasm, that's why I've smeared some of your juices on your upper lip. So it's time to let you cum. I know you've been waiting for me to continue."

I nod mutely, and she reaches her right hand down to caress my mons briefly, then inserts two fingers into my dripping valley. Her left hand brushes my hair aside, and she lavishes kisses on the back and sides of my neck while pumping her two fingers in and out of my vagina. "Oooooh, yes! It's been so long!" I moan as I feel the climax nearing. "That's good, dear. You can go ahead and let it release. I feel your need. Cum for me now!" And when she says that, the dam bursts and my juices flood out covering her hand and dripping down my thighs.

Leaving her fingers in my pussy, she holds me for a bit while I catch my breath. After I'm calmed down, she brings her cum-covered fingers up to her face and licks them off, then she presents her hand to me and I proceed to lick her whole hand clean. Feeling very loving in my post-orgasmic state, I just keep kissing her hand even after it's cleaned, and this gets a giggle out of her.

"I think you're ready to return the favor, aren't you?" she says.

"Yes mistress." I reply with a smile.

"Very good!" Martina says approvingly. "I didn't even have to ask you to call me that."

"Well, you said you were my new mistress in your email last night. I wasn't sure how to take that at the time, but now I'm happy to call you mistress."

"Excellent!" she says "and now it's time for you to please your mistress; so take my pants off."

I undo the clasps to open her pants, and she lifts her hips to let me pull them down. As I do so I notice her frilly lace panties have gotten quite wet, and I pull them off too.

"You can see that while I was finger-fucking you," she declares, "you were having an effect on me too!"

Now I exclaim: "I've never seen a shaved pussy before, it's ... uh, I mean you ... are beautiful!"

"Thank you, dear," she replies, "and I'm all ready for you to enjoy my pussy. Since you haven't been with a woman before, I'll direct you.

Start by planting a big kiss right on top of my mons. Yes, like that. Now use little light kisses on my labia; move along them up and down a couple of times, then switch to licking. Use broad strokes with your tongue. Yes, that's a good girl. Continue that for a little while. Mmmmmm, that's nice.

Next flick the tip of your tongue on my clit. Ah, aaah, that's right! Now go down and stick your tongue inside me as far as it will go. I'll hold your head and push you in to get as deep as we can; and lick the insides of my cunt. There you go, that's it ... good, good, I like it.

Now back up again, my clit wants more attention. Yes, lick my clit, and it's time to go faster, I'm getting close! Aaah, aaah, yes, faster, faster, ooooh, ooooh, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh!!"

Her juices flow freely, and I find myself lapping frantically trying to suck up as much as I can; they really are soooo good, after all! With her spasms having died down, I finish by licking her whole crotch clean. Then she takes my head in her hands and draws me up into a long passionate kiss, while wrapping her arms and legs around my body.

"That was wonderful, dear!" She says with a grin. "You followed instructions very well, and yes, I do get off on telling you what to do."

"I'm so glad of that," I reply, "because I find it very fulfilling to be told what to do." "Great!" She exclaims. "I'll tell you what we're doing next: you're going to show me around your house." But when I hand her clothes to her to put them back on, she says, "No, no, no, dear. We'll walk around the house naked for a while.

I saw from the outside when I arrived that you have a second floor. Is that where the master bedroom is located?" When I nod yes, she also asks: "And do you have a basement as well?" I nod again and she says, "I actually want to start with the basement, and then finish with the master bedroom."

"Alright," I reply, "the stairwell is over here in the back corner of the living room." As I lead her to the door going downstairs, she comes close beside me, puts her arm around my waist, then drops her hand down to squeeze my ass a couple of times, which makes me giggle.

Coming down the stairs we're entering a large open area. Nearby is a TV with a couch and a couple of easy chairs. At the other end is a washer and dryer set with a couple of tables for sorting and folding clothes.

"Oooh, this is spacious!" Martina exclaims. "I really like all this open space!" She grabs my hand and pulls me out into the middle of the open area where she draws me close to her with one arm around my waist and the other holding my hand and stretching our arms out beside us. Realizing what she has in mind, I admit sheepishly, "I've actually never learned to dance." "That's ok, dear." She replies. "Hmmmm, in fact that would be a good thing. It means I'll have the pleasure of teaching you myself. Not right this moment, though."

"What's that door beside the laundry area?" "That goes to the utility room under the kitchen." I reply. "It has the furnace, water heater, and stuff like that in it, and also some storage space."

While I'm saying this, moving her arm up around my shoulder, she nibbles my ear lobe a bit, then plants a couple of kisses on the side of my neck. "Mmmmm" I respond, and lift my head higher to expose my neck better, and she obliges by kissing my neck all the way around the front and over to the other side.

She gives me a big bear hug, squeezing her breasts against mine, then pulls away and says: "Now I see two doors on the other side of the room here. One of them has a 'keep out' sign on it, and the other has a cute pink bunny on it."

"Yes," I respond, "these are my two oldest girls' bedrooms. The one with the sign on the door belongs to Angie, my first born. You can see from the sign that she has something of an attitude. She's 17 going on 21, as the saying goes." At this Martina chuckles, "17 going on 21: an interesting phrase, but I get the idea." "The other room is Penny's. She really likes animals; she's usually quite sweet and cheerful, although her big sister pushes her around a lot."

"I see," Martina says, "but I think we're done in the basement for now." She has me lead the way up the stairs, and while we're going up she plays with my butt. Squeezing and pinching my butt cheeks, giving them a couple of slaps, and then near the top, planting a kiss on one of them. When we come back out into the living room she puts her arm around my waist again.

Now she says: "Ok, I've seen the living room with its nice big TV, but what's behind these curtains?"

"That goes to the back yard." I reply. "There are sliding glass doors leading onto the deck, which looks out over the yard. At the end of our property is a large wooded area. I had the curtains closed in case of random people wandering around back there. I don't care to have them looking into our home."

"Are there often people wandering around back there?" Martina asks. "Is it some kind of a park?"

I shake my head. "No, it's just an area of unclaimed land, but since it's nobody's property, anybody is free to wander around there. Actually I've rarely seen anyone back there, and then they're just kids from around here out enjoying nature. My girls like to go out there occasionally, too. Especially Penny; she's our nature girl."

"Ah yes, the one with the pink bunny on her door. Hmmm," she considers a bit, "let's go ahead and open the curtains. From what you say, there wouldn't be anyone there in the morning on a school day."

So I open up the curtains, and of course there's no one to be seen in the woods.

"Wow, those are really vivid red leaves on some of those trees." She exclaims. "I also see some yellows and oranges, although there is still a fair amount of green left, too. Do the trees always turn this early here? In Florence they won't have started yet."

"Yes, this is normal timing." I reply. Then she turns toward the kitchen area.

"I saw before that the kitchen includes an informal dining area," she continues, "on the other side of the kitchen is an opening to what looks like a formal dining room, and another door." I go over and open the door. "This is the coat room between the kitchen and the garage; and this open stairwell goes to the upstairs."

"That's an odd configuration." She says. "The stairs to the basement are off the living room on one end of the house, and the ones going upstairs are at the other end of the house off the garage. Why was it designed like that?" "Uh, I don't really know." I admit. "It's just the way it is."

Then she grins and says: "but of course you would simply accept it; that's your nature." "Yeah, I guess..." I say sheepishly. "Well, good!" she pulls me up to her, and taps her finger on my nose. "I like your nature just the way it is." Suddenly she grabs the back of my head and bites my nose! (Gripping it sideways.)

I give out a startled "Yeeeeeep!" and a jerk, but her hold on my head is firm, and she holds the bite for several seconds. "Well," she giggles, "I don't really know why I did that. Let me kiss it better." and she plants some kisses on each side of my nose and on the tip. "You're so lovely, I guess I just felt like I could eat you up!"

Now I'm surprised to notice my pussy tingling. Oh my god, that got me wet!?

"Let's head upstairs now." She says.

So I head on up ahead of her, and she plays with my butt again. But this time, after a couple of slaps and squeezes, she pushes her hand forward between my legs to my pussy.

"Well, well," she exclaims, "That's gotten nice and wet. Did you like me biting your nose?"

She goes right ahead and inserts a finger into the dampness inside, and when I pause on the steps with a soft moan, she says: "Keep on going dear." So I continue to the top with her finger inside me. When she comes up beside me, she wraps her other arm around my chest, and with a little growl, starts mock-biting along the side of my neck. Since her finger is still inside me, she can feel that I'm getting even wetter.

"Well, my dear," she chuckles, "we're learning something useful here: you like being man-handled a little bit. Or in our case, woman-handled.

Ok now, I see a hallway right in front of us, and a door on our right, and another on our left."

"The one on the right is Tina's room," I explain, "she's my youngest daughter; and on our left is the main bathroom. The hallway leads to the master bedroom."

"That's where we need to be heading to now." She exclaims, and leaving her finger inside me, she walks me down the hall. I open the door as soon as it's within reach, and after she takes a glance to see where the bed is, guides me over to it, and plunks me right down while pulling her finger out.

"Mmmmm," she says as she licks off her finger, "yes, you are delicious!" Gazing down at me as I lie on the bed, she says "Ok dear, now we're going to do a little 69. I'll direct you again, but this time my mouth and tongue are going to be busy. So I'll direct you by example. You will follow my lead and do for me what I do for you."

"Yes, mistress." is my answer, and I'm slightly surprised to find myself licking my lips in anticipation. An anticipation that grows as she straddles me and I watch her lovely vulva descend towards my face. I stroke a few licks along her labia while she lowers her face to my pussy.

When she gets there she starts with kisses all around the outside of my labia, and I switch from the licks I was giving her to follow her kissing around the outside of her labia. Then she brings a hand around and lightly caresses my mons and around the area she had just been kissing with me imitating her actions. Next we briefly lick the insides of each other's labia, then plunge our tongues deep inside to lick the inner walls of our pussies.

While doing this she manages to brush the tip of her nose on my clit, and after a startled moan, I succeed in reciprocating. Now we pull our tongues out and give full attention to our clits, alternately licking and sucking it as our excitement grows.

Suddenly she stops and pulls her hand back around. Inserting her thumb into my wet pussy to get it lubricated, she then strokes my clit with her thumb and pushes two fingers into my waiting hole. I follow suit, and now we are finger-fucking each other with our thumbs stroking our clits and getting closer to climax.

"Oh fuuuck, yeah that's good!" and it takes me a moment to realize that came out of my mouth, not hers. But now our moans and "Oooooooh"s and "Aaaaaaah"s are blending together, and I no longer care which is who's, just that the feeling is soooo good.

"Now my dear, it's time! Cum with me Sarah!" And I feel her cum pulsing out, and release my own orgasm to accompany hers. After another deep extended moan from each of us, I get to licking to clean up all of her cum juice that I can, as she also licks me clean.

"Oh mistress, you really do taste wonderful!" I exclaim. "Thank you, dear; and you too are delicious." She responds, and turns around to give me a deep lingering kiss and a big hug.

"Now..." she looks around a bit; "there, that would be the closet; and I see the door to the main bathroom is also open. We can go through the bathroom to the stairs when we go out, but first I want to snoop around in your closet some."

"Uh, ok..." I say, as I suddenly remember her "frumpy housewife" comment when we were in the kitchen.

Sensing my discomfort, she says: "It's ok dear, looking through your stuff will help give me more ideas."

And she proceeds to rummage through my dresses and blouses and pants. I can see her checking sizes as she goes, and then gets into my panties drawer, looking through them and my bras. "Hmmmm, yes, well I think that will do for now. Let's head back downstairs through the bathroom."

She comes back beside me, puts her arm around my waist again, and leads me into the bathroom. "There, so that's it." She says. "I thought it seemed like a rather large area for a bathroom; now I can see why: that's a huge bathtub! More than enough room for two people, in fact. A shower attachment as well. I can see some luxurious possibilities for this! Two sinks and a nice big mirror above them, then there's the toilet in a separate nook in the corner. This is very nice."

So we head back downstairs now, somewhat slowly with her arm still around my waist, and go back to the living room. There we help each other get dressed; mostly to keep the close physical contact for a little longer. I don't really want to let her go, and she seems reluctant to let go of me as well.

But when we're dressed, she says, "Now just to be clear, don't cancel the plans for Saturday. I think we will be able to have a fun little get-together.

One last item for this morning: go get me your front door key."

"Yes mistress," I reply, and getting my keys from my purse, I take the door key off the ring. Going back to the living room, I hand it to her.

"I'm going to a hardware store to make a copy of this." She explains. "That way you can keep your door locked, but I will still have access to you whenever I choose. I'll be back shortly." Then she heads out the door, and locks it behind her as she leaves.

- - -

After a while, I hear a key in the door again, and Martina lets herself back in. "Well," she says, "I just tested the copy, and it works fine. Here, you can go put this back away." And she hands me a key.

"Well, it's been delightful meeting you, Sarah." she says, and pulls me in for a long passionate kiss. "but now it's time for me to go, so good day to you!" Giving me one last peck on the tip of my nose, she leaves.

- - -

Oh wow, what a day! It was wonderful. Hmmm, she seems to like my nose. I haven't felt so good in a long time. Actually, have I ever even felt this good? It was my first time with a woman, and I'm so glad I made that choice. I sure hope it won't be the last.

Uh-oh, there it is: I'm by myself again, and my anxieties are coming back up to the surface. That's why I need her. She did copy the front door key.

I look at the bright, shiny piece of metal in my hand, and suddenly realize: this is the copy. She kept the original for herself!

She'll be back.