I have used italics occasionally here to highlight personal thoughts. The story contains several graphic sex scenes and descriptions and includes male and female oral, anal and lesbianism. Anyone offended by these should not read it. For those of you who do read it, I would love your comments and if you actually enjoyed it enough to vote, that would be nice too.
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My name is Harley. I am fifty-nine years old and live in a small country town in south central Australia. The climate here is hot and dry. I moved here a year or so ago, leaving the city for a less complicate life-style after my wife of twenty years revealed that she was screwing a guy much younger and more wealthy than me. In the beginning our marriage was great, full on sex every which way, lots of laughs, wining, dining and travel. We didn't produce children together, I don't really know why. I think our passion was more lust than love and eventually that just dried up. When she left me I really think I saw it coming as we only bedded each other out of habit by then and not very often. More recently she seemed to become a much more vibrant woman, new clothes, perfumes and hairstyles and it did cross my mind that she was seeing a new man. I bear her no grudge. I always knew I wasn't the best catch at the age we met.
I now live alone with not much money and not many acquaintances and frankly don't seem to miss either. My sex life here to date has been barren, as so far I have not met any available companions in or out of my age group and certainly no one interested in bedding me. I have become very adept in my masturbation techniques and my imagination has become my best companion. Little did I know how this was about to change.
In my time here I have come to casually know my neighbors, Jaqui and Michelle.
They are a young lesbian couple who keep pretty much to themselves but they do wave and acknowledge me if we see each other. This story is about how, in meeting them, my old age sexual liberation began.
I have always been intrigued by the presence of my lesbian neighbors and frequently fantasize about what they might be doing behind those closed doors and drawn drapes. Often they seem to remain inside for days on end. I always know they are there, by their vehicle parked at the rear of their cottage or the sounds of music from their windows. At night, lights are on often but that's all you see...not that I've been looking but I have wondered.
Yesterday started as a hot summer morning. I was out of doors hanging my laundry to dry where I have a full side view of their property. Jaqui was in the back yard and she waved to me.
" Hello," she called as I started hanging my clothes. She came closer and started chatting about the weather and how hot it was. "That's about all you need in this weather isn't it," she said, as I lifted a pair of my under shorts to hang.
It took me a second to understand and I replied, "Oh yeah, often not even them."
"I know what you mean," she said and looked straight into my eyes giving me a mischievous grin.
We had never been introduced so I said, "I'm Harley."
"Jaqui," she replied.
"I know."
She grinned again saying, "People do talk don't they?"
"I wouldn't worry about it Jaqui, your life is your life."
" Thanks," she said, continuing, "would you like to join us when you finish?"
She must have noticed my questioning look and said, "For a cold beer?"
Intrigued, and never one to refuse a free beer, I replied, "That would be great. You mean now?"
"Yes now," she said, "in fact leave the laundry, it won't go away."
I was only wearing jeans to the waist with no shirt and expressed the need to be more presentable. "I'll go get something on and be right over."
She grinned again and said, "That's not necessary, keep cool," and pausing, " for as long as you can...just leap the fence and come and meet Mish."
Not to be deterred, I straddled the fence with one leg and she held out her hand to help steady me as I swung the other leg over. Her hand was small and white, delicate to touch and soft like silk. I felt a stirring in my groin at the first female touch for a long time and quickly tried to dismiss it as perverse.
Jaqui was a slight woman, about twenty-five I guessed, with under-developed breasts, which appeared to be bra-less under her cotton shirt. She was wearing shorts and was bare-footed and her slender legs were unshaven, showing a soft blonde down which to me was strangely attractive. Her blonde hair was cut short, like a man's and as she walked, almost bounced, slightly ahead of me, I couldn't help admiring her pretty neck and the thin lines of her waist and very small but well rounded buttocks. A soft breeze rewarded me with the delicate perfume from her body and watching her, I thought how beautiful this was to see. It had been some time since I had had the chance to admire a female body from so close and although I knew she chose to love with her own kind, it couldn't stop filling me with salacious thoughts of what this body would do for me.
Jaqui ushered me through their back door into a sunroom area, fully equipped with a bar surrounded by soft sofas and chairs.
My first reaction was the aroma in the room. I could smell sex, not like in a brothel but lighter, sweeter and much more feminine. This perfume took me back some forty years. Back to when, as a nineteen year old I lost my virginity to my first love, Sandra, then sixteen years old. I remembered the smell of virgin love. Our encounter was the first time for her as well and the passion between us was a memory that will stay with me forever. It lasted about a year when she announced to me that her father did not want her to see me again and they were moving interstate. I have never seen her again. These memories and the musky aroma in the room were arousing my senses again, and again, I felt I had to dismiss it, to stop letting my over-worked imagination get the better of me.
Inside the sunroom Jaqui was bending to a bar fridge, appearing to openly take her time while the shape of her superb butt was clearly visible to me through her tight silky shorts. My eyes were fixed on the small exposure of her white flesh above the top of her shorts and the hint of the crack between her buttocks. I wasn't sure how long I could suppress my reactions to all of this as this time I felt a definite hardness developing in my jeans and quickly accepted her offer for a seat so that my growing erection could be disguised. She emerged from the fridge with three cold beer cans, placing them on the bar and expertly popping their tops.
Handing me a beer, she said, "I'll find Michelle, she will love to meet you," and going to a door at the rear of the room, opened it slightly and called, "Mish, come and join us, he's here, I mean, we've got a visitor."
As Jaqui seated herself gently onto the edge of a sofa opposite me, sipping her beer, she said, "Does this make you feel good?"
"I can't tell you how good," I replied and she quickly said,
"Why don't you try? I would love to hear." She was smiling impishly.
As she was talking, the rear door opened and her partner Michelle came into the room.
