It felt so very strange at first to be known again as 'Dorothy', the name that she had been given at birth some forty-five years ago. It was an old-fashioned name, some would say, and associated with those of higher social standing than the one she had been happily born into. Her mother had chosen it after seeing the Wizard of Oz and it had stuck, only to be changed to 'Dot' when she entered into a childless marriage with Tony Chalmers.
She'd changed her surname back to Clarke, wanting to erase as many links to her ex-husband as she could following divorce, the breakup of her home and the turning over of what she had felt to be an ordered life. She had loved Tony almost to the end, but he hadn't loved her, or he'd fallen out of love with her and taken up with someone else.
That much was predictable.
What could not have been foreseen was what happened soon after the ink was dry on the divorce papers. She'd fallen into a relationship with Victoria, someone she had met through her work as a social services manager for a Birmingham authority. It became a love affair, although the word 'love' was misplaced. Physical solace was what she had sought from their times together, nothing more. She had bought time to restore her trust in men and had seen Victoria as a surrogate for them, in and out of bed, until her life was again settled.
She'd not become a lesbian overnight, nor had she taken on the senior role in the relationship, because she had been pursued and not the other way about. She'd sought solace, the touch of another's warm skin against hers, the caress and probe of a lover's tongue where she'd felt so empty, and that her fingers were no true substitute for, though a favourite electric toy brought her on wonderfully when she really needed that rush of raging pleasure. She'd loved the wrack of an orgasm brought on by a woman's considerate and unselfish ways, but that was simply not the same as the tempest of physical and emotional demands made on her body and mind after she'd brought a man on, so bad, that they lost it together. Then her body would be filled by a man's swollen meat, long and searching. That was real and she'd had that pleasure taken from her when Tony finally deserted her.
And now, lying awake and hearing the soft rumble of early morning traffic on the main road into the city, a block or so away, she looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
'It's still so bloody early!' she groaned and flopped back on the pillows, wondering if Leo was awake yet. It was her twenty-year-old nephew's day at college, studies crammed into a busy week as an apprentice electrician that left little time for friendships. Of girlfriends, she saw or heard nothing, but he had his times with them; that she did know. What had begun as Leo being a temporary lodger had changed and she was glad for his company, but often wondered just what made him tick. 'What does he do to blow it off, like I sometimes do?'
She knew only too well what she did and settled back under the duvet, yanked up the hem of her nightie and brushed her fingers down over her rounded belly, found her hairy snatch and shivered. She set about teasing her clit, parted her pussy's lips with only too busy fingers and closed her eyes, imagined Leo finding her, the squelching sounds of him pounding her fanny and shoving his tool so deep into her body.
Had her life really come to this?
♥
She was startled out of her pleasure zone on hearing a soft tap-tap on her bedroom door. 'Yes, come in?'
The rage of oncoming pleasure ebbed away as the door opened slowly and she saw Leo standing in the doorway, a mug in his hand and a wondering look on his handsome, chiselled face as she sat up, her upper body, shaped by a thin nightie, exposed to his gaze. It had been some time since she'd had such a look on her.
'I brought you some tea...hope it's not too early. The fact is I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd have a shower and make an early start for a change.' He blurted it all out and was seen to clench his lips as if to stop from blurting out some comment on how she looked in her nightie. Leo averted his appraising gaze for an instant as she reached for the mug that he held out to her. She felt her nightdress tighten against the swell of her large breasts, the slip of the fabric over her nipples only too pleasing. 'I'll....I'll leave you and get on.'
'You don't have to...love.' Her touch to his leg made Leo jump away, but it was too late. She had seen the bulge in his pyjama pants, his instinctive fingering of it. Her nephew had an erection and the sight of her must have brought that on. The years had gradually lessened her attractiveness, but her face was still unlined and framed by the unruly tumble of blonde-tinted hair. He was lean and tall; she could be thought of as frumpy, big-breasted and now, on seeing the unexpected effect on him of seeing her in bed, frustrated and needing more than her fingers, a sex toy, even a hairbrush handle, to bring on pleasure. 'We've still got some time to be together...'
'Better not...' he smiled, disconcerted by her flirting ways and sudden movement as she pushed the duvet down her thighs but not exposing where her fingers had been before he had interrupted her.
'Thank you for the tea. I won't be long.'
'It's your home, aunt,' he smiled engagingly, looking her over now. His earlier embarrassment was gone but his pyjama pants still shaped him.
'Less of the aunt and more of Dorothy, okay?'
'Sure,' was said with an answering laugh as he turned away, the movement of one arm suggesting what he was again touching. 'I'll be quick...'
She followed his progress, Leo's silent steps over the bedroom carpet, and waited until the door was drawn to but not shut. The tea remained scarcely touched. Something else was now on her mind.
♥
She dragged curled fingers over her slit, teased her fanny's lips and imagined Leo wrapped by her arms and legs as he humped her body; how he kept thrusting that young prick, she'd seen the tip of pushing out his pyjamas, into her slicked pussy and she tugging on it as she brought them on to a shattering orgasm. Just as she did with her toys, or hairbrush handle, in and out, deeper and deeper, faster and faster she'd want him to go and not hold back. A leisurely fuck could come later. Right now she imagined his hands on her tits, pinching and squeezing them as he bent to the task, and latched his lips onto her nipples until they were hard buds. She felt the rush and cramp of an impending, self-induced, orgasm.
'I'd like you to do that to me, boy...darling Leo, just once...maybe twice...just to help me through,' she gasped, clenching her lips to stifle her quickening breaths as her fingers and mind worked in sync.
She imagined the searing jets of hot sticky semen being expelled into her as she wrenched on him, wasted his energy as they fucked to the end, wanting to drain him of all that spunk that he just had to release, either into her or...more likely...into the tissues that came from the box she left on his bedside table.
She dozed, felt a pleasing moist warmth take hold as she touched herself...
