Debbie Finds Lady Love

I am a 68 year old bisexual woman living in the north of England, all my stories are based on my own experiences, names have been changed and everyone is over the age of eighteen.

This is a little longer than my usual stories but sets the scene for more adventures with my best friend Debbie.

I sometimes attend church with my older sister, after the service there is coffee in the hall, I help with collecting cups and washing up, that is how I met Debbie, a timid, blonde, middle aged housewife, overweight, short but with such a pretty face and such sexy blue eyes.

Over the weeks we chatted, I found that she was married, but a sports widow, her husband worked away a lot and at weekends was only interested in cricket or football, Debbie looking after the house and garden, she is ten years younger than me, two grown up children who have both flown the nest.

She came over as quite sad and used church activities to get out of the house until one Sunday I asked, " What are you doing this afternoon Debs? "

" Nothing much, maybe some telly," was the forlorn response.

"So it looks like we are going out out for a late lunch, I know the manager at The Greyhound, I can give him a ring and its my treat," I responded.

" Thank you, do you really mean it? " Debbie asked in amazement.

" Of course, tell Mrs Green you will not need a lift home, we will finish here then off we go, " I assured her.

We arrived at The Greyhound, a smart village pub as the lunch time diners were leaving, the manager greeted us and we were shown to a table, our chat was the usual stuff, but I worked out Debbie was neglected by her husband, we ate and chattered about ourselves, she even had a small G& T, and by when we came to leave was a much happier bunny.

I paid the bill and drove her home, stopping outside the smart modern semi -detached house to let her out.

" Please come in, Rob wont be home for ages, please come in with me, " she pleaded, " thank you so much Carole, we have had such a lovely afternoon, please stay a little while. "

We sat on the sofa and drank tea, again talking about all sorts of subjects, but skirting around her relationship with her husband, until she blurted out," I have not had sex for years! He says I am fat and frumpy. Am I fat and frumpy Carole? Would you fancy me? "

I must admit I was surprised at this outburst from sweet natured Debbie even though she now knew of my sexuality.

" I am so sorry, I spoiled a lovely afternoon and after your kindness, " Debbie sobbed.

" Don, t worry love, its alright. You are gorgeous, " was my reply.

I tried to comfort her, as she moved beside me and leant her head on my breast sobbing.

We looked each other in the eyes and kissed, so gentle, so natural, she pulled back in embarrassment.

"I am so sorry! I have never done anything like that before, " Debbie whimpered.

" Please, do not worry, Its alright, " was all I could say, surprised by her kisses.

We held hands and Debbie relaxed into my arms, I sensed this was the beginning of something special, we continued to kiss and cuddle, but she realised her husband would soon be back, I made sure she had my mobile number and I headed home.

That evening I received a text from Debbie, again apologising and saying I was the only person who took notice of her, could we meet again soon as she was lonely with her husband being away so much.

I replied that I could call to see her the next afternoon, she texted back that she was so excited to see me again.

I readied my self for bed, pondering what might happen with this so sexy lady, I relaxed and fingered my self to a dreamy sleep.

Before I was out of the car Debbie was at the front door, grinning from ear to ear, she pulled me inside, shut the door firmly and turned to me, neither of us spoke as we hugged and kissed.

The kisses of lovers, we hugged, our bodies met, our breasts intertwined, my hands wandered down to her bum and pulled her to me, there was no resistance just a feeling of sexual energy.

We moved into the lounge, kissing, exploring each others bodies like two teenagers, not two middle aged women wanting each other, wanting to pleasure each other.

I felt her through her thin summer dress, her soft breasts through her bra, and ran my hands over her ample bum, feeling the out line of her knickers.

" Is this bad? " Debbie questioned as her blue eyes twinkled, " I have not felt like this for ages and never with another woman ".

" No," I responded, " but stop if you want to. "

" I never want to stop! Please, please, I cant now, I want us to make love, " was her response as she followed my lead fondling my bum.

I undid her dress and lowered it to the floor, she stepped out of it as we made our way to the lounge, standing nervously in her white Marks & Spencer full bra and big white granny knickers, I undid the sturdy bra and released her fleshy breasts, I kissed and sucked on her now rigid nipples as she sank back on to the sofa, I carried on giving all my attention to her breasts as she held my head and started to moan with pleasure.

My right hand made its way down, over her mummy tummy, to the gusset of her knickers, her legs parted as my fingers felt her pussy through the moist cotton material, the moisture of an excited woman.

I knelt between her legs and pulled at the waist band of her huge white knickers, she instinctively raised her bum so I could discard them.

Her pussy, framed by tight curls of blonde pubes was so hot, wet and fragrant, I knelt between her legs as she reclined on the sofa, licking her gently, slowly, reaching up to her nipples, teasing them too, as my tongue worked its way to her clitty, her arms stretched to the sides grabbing at cushions, purring, giggling, moaning as I unleashed hidden feelings in her.

I took my time, no rush, savouring her juices, her meaty inner lips and hard little clitty, slowly licking, speeding my busy tongue, then slowing again building a rhythm to bring her to climax.

Debbies body shook and tightened, her breathing quickened, her juices flowed as I continued to pleasure and tease her clit and nipples, she pushed herself into my face, shuddering and crying out.

" God!! Stop stop!! No dont stop! Oh god oh god, " she screamed as her orgasm overtook her.

I carried on, licking and teasing as she wrapped her legs round my neck, I pushed two fingers inside her now gaping cunt as I continued to lick her clit.

"Yes!! Yes!! Oh God!!" Debbie cried out as she collapsed into another orgasm on my fingers.

As she recovered I knelt and surveyed the scene.

There she was, sweet housewife Debbie, naked, legs spread, cunt dripping on her lounge sofa on a Monday afternoon, the start of a new week and a new life, a life which would never be the same.

I stood and took off my dress and bra, she gasped as my nipple bars and tattoos appeared, commenting on my lack of knickers as we sat on the sofa together again kissing, stroking, fingering, her confidence growing, as were my nipples, not to mention my clit.

Her fingers made their way between my legs, to my smooth pussy, she sucked softly on my nipples and timidly started to stroke and finger my now wet pussy, finding my clit, so gentle and so carefully she pushed one finger into my now hungry old cunt.

" Can I? Can I kiss you there? Kiss your pussy? " Debbie mumbled.

She slid off the sofa and knelt between my knees, looked up into my eyes and I nodded.

I pulled my nipples and leant back as this bi-virgin woman licked and kissed my clit, so gentle yet so keen to please, she looked up for approval, but my moans were enough, the feeling of her soft tongue on my clit and my own sharp nails in my nips was sublime.

Her tongue was flicking and circling my hard clit, now standing out proud from its covering hood, I was amazed how soon she gave me this much pleasure at her first attempt, I lay back and shuddered as my own orgasm caught me, the pleasure on my clit and the pain in my nipples combined, Debbie slowed her licking and looked up again.

"Did I do it right Carole? " she asked nervously.

"Yes Darling beautiful, " was all I could mutter.