A Fragile Heart

My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror and although I was very happy with my 36 23 34 figure, I decided that my skin was a little too pale so decided to head home and apply the suntan lotion all over and step in to my secluded back garden to “ catch some rays” .
Buoyed by that thought I left for home to get out my favourite blanket to lie on. I decided that I would bring along my towel, iPod and headsets and enjoy an afternoon of listening to all of my favorite songs.

The sun came out in all its glory, and settled over my garden. As I stripped off completely and liberally applied my lotion, I contemplated which of my cocktail dresses and shoes I would wear for this soiree. I stretched out contentedly on my blanket, daydreaming about some redecoration in my house.

The afternoon was going very well and I was singing along to “All the Single Ladies” when I got a sixth sense that I was not alone. As I opened my eyes I was greeted by the rapt but very embarrassed gaze of Jean who had popped by with the repaired Toyota truck in tow. I became acutely aware that my naked body was being studied and admired from head to toe, and that was making my pussy suddenly damp. I heard a cough so quickly grabbed a toweling robe to cover myself up. The roughness of the towel across my chest was having that arousing effect on those renegade nipples of mine as I fantasized about how I enjoyed a little roughness on them.

Jean was blushing profusely as she dropped to her knees close to me and apologized.
“I am so sorry Annette to have ruined your privacy. I just came by to drop back the Toyota, and didn’t mean to embarrass you. I didn’t realize you enjoyed this type of sun worship.”
“Do not worry about it. You were not to know what I like. Only the boys know and I always tell them in advance so they will respect my privacy”

“Well I .....Have to go, I need to soak in a bath before getting dressed. See you at 7pm, bye”. I was astonished at the speed with which Jean jumped up to her feet, and rushed away from my back garden.

***

Jean was out of breath as she got to her truck. She had rushed away from Annette’s house and headed for home in quite a distressed state, barely keeping her concentration as she drove her tow truck. Images of Annette in the nude were now pasted like New York billboards all over her brain as she hastily stripped off her work clothes. She recalled Annette’s beautifully sculpted breasts, slightly open legs and well trimmed pubic hair, in a pose that only Penthouse could match. She ran straight in to her bathroom and got her bath oils ready as images of two protruding dark nipples stubbornly refused to leave her brain.

Holding the taps as she lowered herself into the sudsy water she immediately felt her swollen clit hit the base of the bath. The memory of Annette in the nude with her legs open was all it took to put her into relief mode. She had barely time to massage her breast and touch her vulva before she was hit by an amazing climax.

She stretched out in her bath water as this climax had left her a little lethargic, and inclined to doze. As she soaked dreamily in her bath, Annette’s face superimposed itself on to one of Jean's favourite music videos. Memories of two hastily covered nipples aroused her again as her two fingers instinctively headed south to rub gently around her pussy. She could feel her own moisture as she raised her hips up for better access. As a finger finally stroked her g spot she had a second overwhelming orgasm that left her breathless. A wave of water spilled over the end of her roll top bath as her bottom splashed back into the water. A very disoriented Jean had to lay back in the bath for quite a while after that, only getting out when the skin on her toes started to look like the skin of a prune.

As she shaved her legs and underarms she felt her body still tingling. When she had dried herself off, she mopped up the water with a towel. Annette’s lithe body had completely overwhelmed her and she decided that she had it so bad this time. She couldn’t recall when just seeing another girl had caused such a thunderous response from her normally shy and passive body. She decided that she would have to break out of her own innate shyness and make the first move for Annette, as soon as she saw the chance.

She also thought for a long time about what she would wear. She selected an ensemble that had been a big hit at one of her Father’s parties. It meant dressing a little more provocatively than normal, making the most of her 38C figure. She hoped that it would boost her confidence as she was sure that Annette would look amazing. She decided that she would put her glitzy sandals on a little early to get used to wearing them before her guests arrived.

Her cook, Mrs McAdam who was a lady of Celtic origin, arrived shortly after. She had brought all the ingredients for the evening meal and sent Jean off to pick up some wine and beer while she got the food prepared. She had heard Jean describe the two lads and was sure that she could double up on a normal four person meal menu and still expect it all to be eaten. Nothing gave her more satisfaction than to see a clean plate returned to her much loved Belfast sink. She decided that she would cook the lamb Moroccan style with couscous and a mixture of green vegetables followed by her famous dessert. She would begin the meal with a simple pate and toast with a salad side helping as this was the best seller in the gastro pub where she worked.

Jean arrived back as the meal was well on its way to being cooked. She was intrigued by the unusual aroma emanating from the kitchen but was shooed out before she could investigate the cause of this very appetizing smell.

Her guests had arrived and Jean was pleased to see the guys looking so well. As her eyes took in Annette’s high fashion cocktail dress she was glad she had taken so much time on her appearance. The guys wolf whistles although slightly embarrassing broke the ice as Annette told them to “mind their manners”. Jean’s brief kiss on her cheek caused her some momentary distraction while she smelt that unusual perfume again.

***

As I kissed Jeans earlobe in return I felt an immediate reaction, and now realised that I had aroused some interest. As Jean welcomed us in, the guys complimented her on the interior of her 19th century style cottage, commenting on the original oak beams in the ceiling and the wonderful timber carved chimney breast. On behalf of us all I gave her a bottle of perfume, which she said she had always admired.

As Jean ushered us out on to the veranda she invited us to have a drink. The lads immediately requested a bottle of beer and I asked for a glass of red wine. We sat down on cushioned chairs and Jean asked the lads how business on their stand was going. John who was the business brains of the outfit told her of all the orders that they had received as well as some pieces that they had already sold. I was very impressed that John had such a good view of his business and was very proud that they were doing well. We all sat contentedly discussing fine weather and suntans. It was only when Jean caught me blushing and shimmying in my seat that she realised that this afternoon’s exposé in the sun had deeply embarrassed me as well as her.

Jean immediately rose and invited us into her dining room for our meal, for which she felt a hand on her elbow and my whispered “thanks” in her ear.

Oblivious to this little interchange, the lads moved quickly to the table. They ate the food heartily, clearing their main course plates in record time. Jean invited them to have some more and this invitation was gladly accepted, and the cook beamed as she brought a further helping to the table, expecting it to be devoured. She was not disappointed, as the second dishful of the delicious lamb got the same treatment as the first one did.

Jean brought out the lemon meringue to howls of approval and in no time the lads were tucking into it. Annette scolded them good naturedly for their gluttony, which led to a chaste look in Jean’s direction from them, and a murmured apology. Jean laughed this off, and told them that their mother was right though, too much of a good thing was not good for anyone.

Once the meal was over the guys somewhat shyly announced that they had dates for the remainder of the evening with two girls that had met at the town’s coffee dock. This led me to tease them a little to find out which girl was going out with each of her boys. Billy who was by far the most outgoing described his girl to which I replied “That will be Claire, which means that John is meeting June”. The two guys were bemused at how I knew about them. It was only when I revealed that the two girls were asking about them that they realised what had happened.

Billy quipped:-
“Jean, your meringue is even better than Claire’s cream cakes, but ....don’t tell her I told you that!”
“Traitor” cried John, who informed them that it was love at first bite when Claire told him that she had cooked all of the cakes herself.
The room erupted into howls of laughter, with tears rolling down Jean’s face as she caught a glimpse of Billy’s crestfallen face.

The lads then jumped up as they realised the time was approaching to meet their prospective girlfriends, and bid farewell to Jean and her cook, a small little woman who they easily lifted off her feet, and kissed in thanks for their meal.
“Put me down and off with the pair of ye, you’ve nearly crushed my ribs ye pair of ommadawns!”

The lads whooped gleefully and rushed out of the house down the driveway. The cook struggled to regain her composure and fix the line of her skirt which had moved alarmingly upwards during the embraces.
“O, those poor wee girls, if those young scamps hug them they will be crushed!”

I was still laughing as Jean closed her front door. Shortly afterwards we finished giving the cook a hand to clean up after our wonderful meal to allow her to go home to her husband.

I complimented Jean on her beautiful green dress that contrasted so well with her dark hair, and luscious lipstick glossed lips. I had to look away from her beautiful shoulders as I felt very unsettled with this image of her. I had suddenly pictured her naked under her dress, and was staggered at this image. I could also sense a hint of longing in Jean’s voice, as we walked. She brought me into the conservatory where there was an impressive music system and cleverly designed racks of CDs all set into an intricately welded metal framework. I asked about its lineage and Jean revealed that she had designed and made it herself.

“It’s a really well designed item, as good as anything I have seen in our magazine. You have painted it so well to give it such an expensive and high gloss professional look. You should patent it and offer to make another one for the High street HI-Fi shop to see if they can sell it for you. It is so original I am sure they will have no problem doing that”.

“Thank you, that’s a great idea, I might just do that if ever the garage slackens off! This week I have been run off my feet, which reminds me. I need to take these heels off now that the lads have left. Would you like to listen to some music? And if so what do you like to listen to?”
“I’d love that. I have a wide range of music myself including Beyonce, Dusty Springfield, or Aretha Franklin but anything like that would do.”
“After hearing your beautiful sing along in the garden yesterday I got some CDs out just for you.”

I blushed again, and Jean ran back to the dining room to get our two glasses and bottle of wine. That gave me some space to calm down again. On her return Jean found me gazing at a picture of her in full ball gown with her father.
I complimented Jean on the beautiful picture and in turn Jean confided that it was taken for her coming out ball, hosted in their stately home. She also revealed her full set of Christian names to me which had both of us giggling.

“My father never realised that coming out meant something entirely different to me than it did to him, and lined up a whole plethora of eligible young peers for my attention. I was escorted to a lot of functions that summer, somehow managing to meet the same guy over and over again. It was only when he asked my father’s permission to “take me out” as a precursor to an engagement that I got cold feet. When I realised how earnest the guy was I got terrified of being married off and ran away.

I had to go to my aunt’s house and explain to her that I could not marry any man. She was wonderful, and so understanding. She held me while I cried, and told me then and there that she would take care of me and deal with my parents. To this day I have never spoken to my father on the subject, but my aunt assures me he knows, and understands. My mother who is of even more aristocratic stock than him was a lot less forgiving as she longed for grandchildren and to have her daughter as the wife of a Lord, and Lady of her own mansion ”.
Having been on the receiving end of some very strident motherly criticism I sympathized with her regarding the regrettable attitudes of some parents to girls of our type.

“I was luckier than you in one way. My mother found out about my “problem” as she put it by the time I was fourteen. I was caught kissing a girl in my bedroom that I should have been studying with, and was immediately grounded!”
We both laughed at this remark, and Jean replied with a similar story of being caught with the daughter of one of her father’s gardeners in the summer house, which earned her a swift telling off by her mother. Jean decided to probe a little.
“Annette are you with anyone?”

“No Jean, there has been no one for a long time now, ever since I got my boys in fact. I do have my memories of lots of girls in London, while I was in my twenties. How about you, have you a current amour?”
Jean fidgeted with the hem of her dress for a while trying to form the right words of a reply:-

“No love life at all I’m afraid, but there is.... the thought of someone who I think is a very special person that I cannot get off my mind. I am ....trying ....to pluck up the courage to ask her to dance with me right now”
I heard the uncertain quiver in Jean’s voice and saw the plea in her eyes. So I walked steadily into her arms and gazed up into adorable eyes that welcomed me, and felt very secure wrapped in those wonderful strong arms. An Aretha Franklin song on the CD provided all the words we needed and we both sighed as we swayed together. It felt absolutely wonderful to be in her arms.

In my shoes I did not feel so small but did fit into her arms very snugly. I could feel strong thighs glide with me and I melted into Jean’s arms as she slowed her pace to almost a standstill. Jean bent her head down and tenderly kissed my lips. The feeling was immediate, shockingly intense and arousing. I in turn reached up to pull her closer as the kiss welded our two hearts together. I could feel every contour of Jean’s body against me and it was lighting a bonfire deep inside my core. I could sense her immediate arousal, as her body moulded tightly to mine, and her nipples hardened through her sheer dress. Her hips were hugging my figure in a very sexy way.

I parted my lips to allow access by Jean’s tongue which gently touched my own tongue. A slow but very emotionally charged continuous kiss ensued, blocking out the sound of the music. My head was spinning now with passion and I was having trouble keeping my hands off Jean’s breasts. Finally I could hold off no longer and let my hand wander down from a shoulder to fondle and caress one of her beautiful orbs. As I brought Jean’s nipple to its full state of arousal all my years of experience didn’t prepare me for the bolt of lightning which went from my fingertips straight to my own pussy.

I decided there and then that I would have to offer the option to Jean to call a halt as she was getting close to the “point of no return”. We groaned as I led Jean to a big wide sofa and pulled her closer to me.

“Jean please stop for just a little and listen to me. All my life, I have regretted how I have treated or been treated by the girls I met earlier in my life, and some day I will tell you the cringing stories of my not so glorious past. This time I want it to be different. I want you to know right now that this is not something casual for me, as I am looking for more than that. I am deeply attracted to you, and just kissing you makes me melt. But I am also playing for keeps and I want you to think about that. Right now stopping kissing you is the hardest thing I have ever done. You make me feel so good that I want it to last, but not for just tonight. I don’t do one night stands”

“Annette, just thinking about you sends my body into a frenzy, and slowing things down is not computing well in my brain right now either. I seem to have lost my reverse gear! But I do accept what you are saying, as I don’t do one night stands either. But don’t shut me out please. I want to keep seeing you, as often as possible, even if only where you feel comfortable at least....until you are happy to move a stage further. How about meeting tomorrow evening outdoors for the fireworks display and maybe then on to the live music in the pub, that’s not asking too much, is it?”

“No, that’s OK, say at about 8p.m. on the hill at the top end of the park?
The deal was sealed with a kiss, which was utterly captivating, and it left me feeling more than a little ragged!

Jean got me a cab and I climbed into it in a daze, realising that I had been very tenderly seduced and had enjoyed every minute of it. The feel of Jean’s nipple still lingered on my finger as I opened my front door. Her aroma filled my senses, and her smile had me truly bewitched. As I stripped for bed I debated on whether I should have just let things happen, but was glad I had held back. I realised that I wasn’t sure if I could do it again if the opportunity arose.

All of my doubts about past experiences and woeful mistakes lingered for a while until my eyes shut. I slept like a log, and awoke next morning feeling suddenly very positive about life.

*** Chapter 6. Fireworks

The following day I spent mainly at home, doing my boys laundry, airing and sprucing up their rooms. Jean called me, twice, and we talked for ages. We both agreed that we were looking forward to meeting that evening.
I told the boys after feeding them a hearty casserole meal that I was going to the town that evening to watch the fireworks and drop into the pub to listen to the music. They agreed to give me a lift as they were meeting the girls to do the same.
The boys headed to their rooms to comb their unruly mops of hair, have a quick shave and apply some expensive aftershave that I had given them.

I smiled as I climbed into the Toyota. The smell of aftershave was so strong I had to ask them to open a window, while I patiently explained that a little of that stuff went a long way. I also told them that I expected them have a great time but to respect their two girlfriends and treat them well, most of all to give them the time to come to terms with any amorous behaviour. This got nods and accompanying groans of acceptance.

I then left them in peace to park their truck, while I went in search of a good vantage point. In my salmon chemise, light pink sandals and pleated 17” white designer denim skirt I felt good. The evening was warm and sultry and the sun was just beginning to duck below the horizon in a warm orange glow as I sat on the side of a hill. I used my light pink windcheater as a ground sheet, to keep grass off my skirt. As I arranged my flouncy short denim skirt neatly around my tanned legs, I tucked them behind my bottom. I could still feel the heat of the hazy sun on my bare shoulders as I watched the last of the children’s parade finish in the town square.

Even from here I could feel the air of anticipation from the town build as all the children began to chant and clap to encourage the fireworks display to begin. Clever traders mingled among the crowd with sweets, drinks and lollipops at the ready to replenish any lost energy from the hour long parade through the town. Parents moved the children gently behind the steel mesh fencing well out of the way of flying fireworks, while the town’s Fire Marshall went through the last minute health and safety checks before the display began. He blew a loud horn and this was the signal that the children had been waiting for. From the top of the town a display float designed by Jean carrying a dragon and wizard slowly approached the fireworks ignition point to huge applause.

As the wizard climbed down from the float to switch on the fireworks, I was lifted off my feet and carried to a sheltered bushy part of the upper hill, in a haze of strong arms, beautiful perfume and flowing black hair. Jean’s arms carried me as if I was just a feather, and her perfume had an immediate intoxicating effect on my senses.

Jean complimented my hair once more as she quickly seized the initiative in securing a discreet nook for us. Her loose summer dress in no way diminished her ability to move to her chosen destination quickly. Once she had assured herself that we could not be overlooked by anyone, she began a slow but very expressive kiss. As had happened previously, we both were quickly overtaken by our mutual passion.

My own resistance melted at her touch and I felt bold enough to want to continue our love making this time, moaning at her touch. Just touching her through her light dress at her thigh brought a thunderous response. Her murmurs of approval for this course of action were overwhelming. Our panting for air sealed the deal and we decided to head to Jean’s house for more privacy. Jean’s hand on my bare leg as we drove home to her house was sweet torture which only served to keep my state of arousal fully engaged.

I was barely inside Jean’s house when her passion became more urgent and demanding. My own state of arousal was matched by Jean’s telltale body. I boldly took the initiative by pushing my hips between her legs and pressed both my palms on to her breasts.
As I briefly slowed our kiss down I said:-

“Jean are you sure you are OK with this because if you want me to stop you need to tell me right now” Inside I was praying that Jean would let me continue. She must have sensed my pent up emotion as she looked straight into my soul.
“Please... keep going. I have spend all day imagining this and it’s what I have hoped for since we first met in your house”

I didn’t hesitate as I was in a very needy state myself. The slow kiss was now replaced by something far more powerful and before I could draw breath I was effortlessly lifted up in Jean’s arms again and my puny nine stone frame was carried without even breaking the rhythm of the kiss. I found myself on a big bed with my skirt well above my calves, being kissed and fondled all over. Jean proved to be a very fast worker and quickly removed my skirt, and shoes, before lifting off my chemise and bra. I wrapped my legs around Jean to ease the ache in my pussy, as my vulva made contact with her.

Jean began to kiss from my neck over my collarbone to my left nipple. My nipple immediately sent signals spiraling all over me. Bolts of desire shot through me, and I was now helpless to deny my need for Jean. Her kisses on my nipples sent me into a passionate whirl, and my body was now begging for some relief from this tormenting tongue of hers.

O how I moaned as I guided Jean’s hand downwards towards my vagina. The tempo of these touches was light, teasing and tormenting me but I was enthralled by the attention of Jean’s clever fingers. Jean eased her tongue down my body finally reaching my neatly trimmed and perfumed pussy. I gasped at the firmness and length of her tongue as she suddenly plunged it into my sopping wet grotto. The feeling of her tongue hitting all my sex nerves was very arousing.

I gratefully placed one thigh on Jean’s shoulder and spread the other leg to speed up access. That wonderfully long firm tongue was reaching into my core to flick and dart around. The nub of Jean’s nose was now teasing my clit as well, driving me wild. I ground into her delicious tongue as my body tensed and yearned for some release. Fingers crept from my hips upwards to caress both of my breasts. As one sensitive nipple was twisted and then pinched I burst apart in a climax that nearly blew my head off.