I had been visiting my parents for a few days when I received a call from Janet. She was the woman who shared my first sexual experience with another woman back when we were both barely twenty. We hadn’t spoken in years, and her call surprised me. She invited me to her house the next evening to catch up and reconnect.
We’d never been particularly close; she was the older sister of a good friend, and aside from that wonderful moment in the limestone quarry, I hadn’t even spent much time with her. But she seemed genuinely eager to talk, so I told her I’d come.
The next afternoon, I returned to the old limestone quarry and sunbathed naked. As I lay in the sun, my thoughts drifted to that day long ago, and I felt my hand slowly massaging my clitoris. My memories, combined with the sun’s warmth and my fingers’ movements, brought me to a quick but marvelous orgasm. I swam in the cold, clear water before basking in the sun a while longer.
I drove to Janet’s house unsure what to expect. Janet had married a few years after our encounter, and my mother mentioned she had two young children. When Janet opened the door, we stared at each other for several seconds before speaking and embracing. Janet had gained some weight while remaining curvaceous rather than overweight. Her pregnancies had left her with very full breasts, but she looked beautiful—just as attractive as ever. We complimented each other’s “lovely appearance” and moved to the living room.
Janet poured wine and told me her husband Joe was on an overnight business trip to Indianapolis. We chatted briefly before her two young daughters joined us, bursting with questions and energy. When bedtime arrived, we tucked them in before returning to our wine. As the alcohol took effect, we broached more serious topics. She confessed to marital troubles with Joe, suspecting he was seeing another woman. She admitted she’d never slept with anyone but him, paused, then added: “and you, Renée.”
I told her how I’d visited the quarry earlier that day and thought of us. After another glass of wine, Janet announced: “Renée, I want to get more comfortable. I’m going to put on a robe—would you like to do the same?” I agreed, and we headed to her bedroom.
When I saw the lit candles, I knew she’d anticipated the evening’s development. We began undressing; Janet stepped closer to help me undress, then let me return the favor. When I unhooked her bra, I discovered the full expanse of her breasts. They were only slightly droopy, her erect nipples surrounded by large, dark areolas. When I removed my shorts, Janet gasped at my waxed pussy. Hers sported a thick, dark bush.
Once naked, she guided me to her bed where we lay down. We kissed and embraced like long-separated lovers. Between kisses, she admitted her loneliness and prolonged abstinence. As I lay on my back, she positioned herself atop me. While covering my lips and neck with kisses, I ran my hands over her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers. She gently rocked her hips to grind our pussies together, then took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue until it hardened.
When her hand found my pussy, I was already soaked. She ran her finger along my slit, lingering on my clit before dipping lower to penetrate my vagina. All the while, she trailed kisses down my body. Her fingers stopped when her lips reached my mound. She kissed the edges of my pussy, dragging her tongue along them; I grew wetter. Finally, she spread me open and flicked my clit with her tongue.
Oh! It felt like an electric shock. I think that single touch nearly triggered a mini-orgasm. Janet paused at my tiny gold ring and tugged it, sending fabulous sensations through my body. Then she sucked my clit into her mouth and rolled her tongue over it. I gasped—I’d assumed she’d forgotten everything, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
While sucking my clit, she slid one finger in and out of my vagina; then a second joined it. The sensations were incredible. Then I felt pressure on my anus and realized her fingertip breaching it. I’d never allow anything large inside, but a finger thrusting in rhythm with the one penetrating me while being tongue-fucked drove me wild—and that’s exactly what Janet did. She alternated between swirling her tongue around my clit, stroking it up and down, and sucking it into her mouth to play.
I kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples. A powerful orgasm approached. As pleasure mounted, I grabbed her head and pressed her against my pussy, urging harder efforts. With her fingers pistoning inside me, I exploded; my abs clenched, vaginal walls tightened around her fingers, and my asshole spasmed. It felt so good. I moaned and screamed her name, struggling to catch my breath. Janet kept licking my clit, sending smaller orgasmic flutters through me.
She kissed her way up my body until our mouths met again. My tongue plunged deep into hers before withdrawing. After recovering, I kissed her heavy breasts. I licked her nipples before trying to fit entire mounds into my mouth. I fondled them extensively before kissing downward across her stomach.
I planted kisses along her pubic hairline, making her gasp. My tongue entered the upper part of her slit, finding her hardened clit waiting. I spread her outer lips with thumb and forefinger. I licked her inner walls and sucked her labia. She started rocking frenetically; her climax built astonishingly fast.
I licked and sucked her clit while fingering her vagina. Janet lifted her hips, grinding her pussy against my face. I thrust deeper and doubled my clitoral efforts. When her orgasm hit, she began screaming. I worried she’d wake her daughters, but she soon quieted. Waves of pleasure kept coming; I envied her—my own orgasms never lasted this long. I felt her vaginal contractions around my fingers and kept licking until her breathing normalized.
We held each other long before speaking. Janet wanted me to stay overnight, but waking up there felt awkward. Moreover, wonderful as this reunion was, pushing further might tempt fate too much. We drank a final glass of wine before I returned to my parents. Whether we meet again remains uncertain, but this was undoubtedly a spectacular night.