An intro from Jayne.
Having now rediscovered the pleasure of having sex with herself and travelled through the various stages of adventures when masturbating, many women have got used to being touched and stared at, some even welcoming and encouraging it. At first, as I did, some may worry about what having a near, or full, obsession with jerking off might lead to and where it might take her. Whether it was the joys and the situations that went through my mind as that did such amazing things to my body, or not I don't know, but something led me onto quite enjoying and almost welcoming being flirted with and touched, sometimes in quite intimate places too.
The combination of those, together with my Kevin issues, him away from home so much, hardly any sex and my suspicion of his regular unfaithfulness, had brought about a significant change to my attitudes towards sex as I believe it does for many middle-aged women with the daunting prospect of the menopause looming. I think many of us rationalise, or persuade ourselves, that it was no longer the precious thing it once was and it now took on a different value in our thinking and perspectives.
I can't say that overnight I went from being typically girly about not letting anyone into my knickers unless I loved them, or thought I did, to whipping them off at a hint of a him wanting to fuck me. No, it was a slower process combining the stages I've described as I came to terms with the fact that I wanted to experience in real life some of the things I'd fantasised about as I writhed to my climaxes on the floor in front of my mirror, with my naked body covered in oil and my vibrator buzzing away in my cunt. I didn't go all the way, but there were several near things!
Hugs,
J x
The event that took me near to having full sex happened at the tennis club. My membership and attendance both playing tennis and for going to social events was very much a me thing as Kevin had no interest in the sport. As I'd played it all my life and to a pretty good level when younger, I went alone and had become part of an older women's group of two divorcees, a widow, two or three single girls and another couple who, like me, were in failing marriages. We'd make up tables for social events and two or three times a year we'd go en-masse to a matinee of a London show then to dinner and a bar and even a week-long trip to a tennis camp in Spain was in the pipeline.
It was at the start of the tennis season at a club dinner and dance where I'd been somewhat commandeered by Ken, a life and soul of a party type who was married, but often attended such functions alone. We'd known each other for some time, though not well, but recently there'd been some mild flirting between us, so I wasn't surprised when he pulled me onto the dance floor a few times. I was equally not surprised when I felt his hand sliding down and resting on the swell of my ass as such 'accidents' often happened at such functions. Leaving it there to see my reaction it slipped down a couple of times and gently squeezed one of the cheeks. I pulled back a little and said into his ear above the loud music, "Please don't embarrass me Ken," and shrugged his hand away as he replied.
"Why what's the matter?"
"Because people will see," was my rather naïve and unthought out response as he replied.
"Come on then let's go outside for smoke," which was an odd remark as neither of us smoked, but nevertheless I rather meekly went with him to the now almost dark car park and around a corner away from the front door of the clubhouse. Once in a secluded corner standing facing each other he said, grinning, "So can I feel it now Jay?" as he pulled me close and kissed me right on the lips.
I'd had a few drinks by then, so I guess I was pliable and Ken was certainly manipulative for he quickly increased the intensity of the kiss by writhing his lips on mine and squashing my breasts against his chest. That felt good and, as I was realising that this was the first real sexual situation I'd been in with anyone other than Kevin for so long, I felt myself responding. I was pushing my boobs more firmly against him and enjoying the feel of his bulge against my stomach as I slipped my arms around him with one around his shoulders and the other his waist. At the same time I was returning the passion of his kiss by squirming my lips on his, opening my mouth and receiving his tongue against mine. It went on for some time until his hands, which had been running up and down my back pinching my bra strap, changed tack when he slid his fingers into my knicker elastic through my thin party dress. That brought me to my senses and, somewhat reluctantly, I broke the kiss and moved my body away from his, "What's up, what's the matter?" he asked clearly at a loss as to why I was doing that.
I nearly blurted out the first words that came into my head which were, 'What sort of woman do you think I am?' But luckily I thought better of it and replied with the rather more grown up, "This isn't the time or place Ken, we should go back in." He tried persuading me to stay longer, but I insisted and we went in back inside to the dance. Once in there, he asked how I was getting home and I told him that I was sharing a cab with two or three other girls thinking that might stop him offering to give me a lift, but it didn't and he pressed me into letting him drive me home after the dancing finished. I said that I couldn't let the girls down as we were sharing the cab cost and that seemed to satisfy him until near the end of the dance when Denise said that she'd cancelled the cab as Ken was giving us a lift home instead, the clever bugger. As he knew roughly where we all lived he dropped the two others first so I was alone with him when he took a detour from the obvious route and drove into a small industrial estate that was pretty much deserted at night and most certainly was that night. "Okay if we park up here for a while to er, um have a chat?" he asked smiling at me.
"I don't really have much of a choice do I?"
"No, not really unless you want to walk," he said sliding his arm along the back of my seat adding, "Only joking."
We chatted for what must have been all of five minutes before he leaned across gripped my chin, turned my face towards him and kissed me on the lips. Just as I had earlier outside the clubhouse, I took time to respond, but slowly I did. I kissed him back as I opened my mouth letting his tongue investigate inside and press against mine as my arm went around his neck. I hadn't taken into consideration that moving my arm like that would remove the protection guarding my breasts and also immediately his hand found my boob, which he cupped and squeezed. The lovely sensations that sent through my body made me gasp, which naturally I suppose, encouraged him and he slid his hand inside the neckline right onto the bare top of my breast and the lower part in the flimsy white bra., "No Ken not here stop," I groaned, probably sounding totally unconvincing.
"Don't worry Jayne it's quite safe here."
"Regular visitor are you?" I smiled.
