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I was feeling low. I thought my life was in a mess, and even the positives about it were not enough to keep me happy. I was a divorcee but relieved to be out of that difficult time and I had two wonderful teenaged stepdaughters, bubbling with youth, optimism, oh, and hormones. They were the delight of my life. And I had a good job – hard work but it paid.So, what was the fuss about? Why was I low? I decided to go for a long walk and work out, not only why, but what to do about it.I set off on what seemed a reasonable day, grey but unthreatening, across the countryside to clear my brain. Deep in thought, I wandered without map, compass or anything else to guide me knowing I could always find my home if need be. With hindsight, I didn’t know that at all or even think about it, I just walked and thought.After an hour or so, the weather closed in suddenly, the rain lashed, and the sky turned as black as I could remember. My waterproof proved to be one of the best examples of abuse of the Misrepresentation Act I could think of. Oh dear, I was thinking about work again. Not good.Stupidly, I had set out in the afternoon, and not only was the sky black with cloud, but dusk was also beginning to drop, and I knew I could soon be lost.With my feet sloshing in my boots, my hair like a survivor in a Titanic lifeboat, and my clothes clinging to me with their wetness, I started to get worried.Then I saw the light. I had come on the walk to see the light, but this was just as welcome; a small cottage loomed out of the darkness as I approached, and I almost ran over to ring on the doorbell.A gorgeous, petite young woman opened the door and after looking me up and down, invited me in.“Hi, I’m Ankara bayan escort Angie,” she said, “and you are very wet. Come in and dry off.”“Sorry, I’m soaking your floor,” I replied, “oh, and my name is Sapphire.”“Don’t worry about the floor, just come in and strip off and have a shower while I run your clothes through the drier.”I started to move towards the stairs, assuming the bathroom was upstairs.“Stop,” cried Angie, “now you will make everything wet. Just take your clothes off here and the shower is first right at the top of the stairs.”“But…”“There’s no one else here,” Angie snapped at me, “and I know what a woman’s body looks like.”I don’t know if I turned post office red or a whiter shade of pale, but I did as she asked. The process was slow as everything clung to me like a limpet. I got down to my bra and knickers and looking up, I saw that Angie was strangely still, silent, and watching me closely. Did I say she was pretty?Whatever colour I had been before, I could feel my face reddening in the low light, and my mind was racing with thoughts of what I had let myself in for. Why the look? Was she safe? Why alone? Did she fancy me?Deciding that the last of these was the safest option, I undid my bra and dropped my knickers to the floor, so wet that she wouldn’t have been able to tell that my last thought had stirred something in me that I hadn’t felt for a while.Ditching the thought, I headed upstairs but could feel Angie’s eyes burning into the back of me.I started the shower and climbed in. The hot water filled the room with steam and warmed me back up to a sensible temperature. I wallowed in the heat and steam.Suddenly, Escort bayan Ankara I felt the temperature drop momentarily and the shower door open. Turning around, I saw that Angie had joined me and was, not surprisingly because of the location, naked. I was speechless but quickly looked her up and down.She was much younger than me, her early twenties perhaps, and so different in physique from me. I’m in my forties and she must have been early twenties. My body was in good shape, but I had large, full breasts and a bottom that I might think was a bit large, but probably appreciated by many.She, on the other hand, was the opposite. Beautifully young and vibrant, with piercing eyes, her body was so youthful, her boobs small but perfectly formed, as they say, and when she turned, I could see her arse was, in my somewhat more experienced eyes, to die for. What next?Angie answered the question for me. Reaching her arms up, she put her hands behind my neck and pulled my face down to hers. We kissed, and at that moment I knew that I had seen a glimmer of the light that I had set out to find. It was physical human contact that I missed. The rest of my life was fine, and my routine masturbation had stopped me killing someone, but the touch of another person, male or female, was what I craved.We kissed for a long time, and my hands, unprompted, moved to those perfect little breasts. Having an ample pair, myself, somehow makes me horny for little tits, and Angie delivered in spades. Tearing myself away from her kisses, I bent even lower to take first one, and then the other, nipple into my mouth. Her reaction was instant. The nipples hardened Bayan escort Ankara under my ministrations and a strangulated moan left her lips.Her hands, now freed from my neck, were not left unemployed. One went around my back and firmly grasped one cheek of my sensitive bottom. The other moved down between my legs and alternated between a tantalising rub of my clit, followed by two fingers thrust deep into my very wet and welcoming pussy.I had trouble standing, and because she was so petite, I couldn’t reach those parts that others perhaps could.Still, without a word being spoken, which only added to the erotic tension, she turned off the shower and dried me off with a towel, the scratchy surface of an old towel that had been dried outside, only added to my heightened arousal. I did the same for her and we both stayed silent but stared into each other’s eyes.I was shaking and not sure what to do next, but Angie took the lead and walked over to the bed and lay down on her back with her legs draped enticingly over the edge, her knees well apart. I always like instructions that are given in pictures rather than words, and this was one of the easiest sets to follow.Before sinking to the floor on the soft warm carpet, I studied her body for a moment or two and briefly wondered why I found younger women so exciting, and particularly those with contrastingly small boobs.’You’re wasting time,’ I said to myself and set to work. It had been far, far too long since I had last been with a woman, so long in fact that I had quite forgotten what a breathtakingly wonderful alternative it was to the glories of sex with a man. On the spectrum, I was firmly in the middle, and deliciously bi – what a lucky girl I was turning out to be, the light I sought when setting out on my walk was definitely getting brighter.Staring at the hairless pussy in front of me, again a contrast with my own rather more hairy offering, I could see dewdrops of arousal glistening around the opening as I lowered my head to her sex.