Summer Fun

It was lovely spring day and I was just sitting on the porch sipping tea,
thinking, and realizing that I was about to turn fifty and felt very much
alone. My husband died five years ago and I guess I never really got over
it. We moved to this small Southern town from up North on a job transfer
with hopes to retire here. Unfortunately my husband died before he could
retire and I find myself with very few close friends and mostly lonely. I
have one married Son who lives up North but is currently on a three-year
work assignment in Japan.

I'm looking forward to the summer months because I keep myself pretty busy
with the flowers and shrubs in my garden. When I'm not working in the
garden, I enjoy sewing and doing needlepoint, of which I give away to
various charity rummage sales. I try to keep a good positive attitude
towards life and I'm in good physical shape. I'm 5'2", 110 pounds; I have
short blond hair and look pretty good for an old gal. Just before my husband
died I had my breasts lifted and they look younger than me. My face and skin
still look pretty good but I can see that age is sneaking up fast though.
Anyway on this particular day, I was standing on the sidewalk facing my
front lawn and deciding what work will need to be done to the garden this
year. A young lady that looked to be in her twenties walked by and greeted
me with a "good morning" and I returned the greeting. "You have a beautiful
yard mam" she complimented and I thanked her. "Do you like gardening?" I
asked. She told me that she loves to look and smell the different flowers
but didn't know the various names. "I think I'll buy a book on flowers," she
said. We said our good byes and off she went. She was very friendly and
pleasant I thought to myself, and I enjoyed the brief conversation.

The following week I was at the mall shopping and I stopped in at Hancock
Fabrics for some drapery material to redo the den. There she was again, in
the same isle I was in, walking towards me. It was same young lady that
stopped and chatted with me last week. She noticed me and stopped and said
hello. "Twice in one week" I said, "it's so nice to see you again," She
said. We introduced each other. "I'm Julie," she said shyly. "I'm Rose, " I
said. "What a nice surprise, do you sew?" I asked, "A little" she said. "I'm
trying to learn how to make a dress just for fun, see if I can do it and
thought I'd buy some cheap material to experiment with, I have a pattern"
she said and Julie showed me the dress pattern. "It looks pretty easy," I
said. "I could whip this up in a couple of days, " "Do you live around
here?" I asked "Yes I do," she said. I'm doing my Masters in History at the
university. It was such a nice day the other day that I decided to get off
the bus a couple of stops early and walk it." She said, "that's why I was
walking on your street when we met." "Well if you walk it again, you're
welcome to drop in and we can have a nice cup of tea and chat. I'll loan you
my book on sewing if you like." I said. "That would be nice, thank you," she
said. We looked at some different materials together briefly and I was
impressed with her enthusiasm and her interest in trying to learn a new
skill. She was bright, well mannered and she seemed interested when I spoke.
I liked her. I paid for my purchases and as I was leaving, Julie turned to
me and said, "I'll stop in next time I'm by" "I'd like that" I said.

I enjoyed chatting with her. She seemed very positive and bubbly and she put
me in a good mood for the day. I need to get out more I thought to myself.
It's not very often I take the time to get close to anyone. Like I said, I'm
usually very lonely and I think when I meet people I feel more comfortable
keeping my distance. That's probably why I haven't made any new friends in
quite some time. Anyway, that night I was recalling the day and thinking
about Julie. There was something different about her, some attracting
feature I couldn't put my finger on, but she was at least very pleasant.
Maybe because she was young, but now that I think of it, I didn't even think
about the age difference when we spoke. Oddly enough she was in my thoughts
all afternoon. I never asked her if she was from around here, I could only
guess her age, and of course I thought about how pleasant she was. I hoped
that she'd drop by sometime like she said so would, I think I'd enjoy her
company.

That night I lay in bed and as usual, and for the last couple of years, I
played with my special playthings. The reality is that I'm horny as hell
most of the time and I love to just lie around and play myself to sleep. I
enjoy working myself up to a sexual frenzy, cum hard, and then fall asleep
from exhaustion. I don't always cum these days but I sure and heck enjoy
trying. Sex wasn't a big thing for me in the last few years before my
husbands' death but shortly after, I became obsessed. On this particular
night I slipped in my favorite video and it dawned on me that the young
woman kneeling in front of a man in the video looked a little like Julie.
Julie wore her hair the same way. It was very cute, cut short to her below
her ears, and it was jet black in color. Julie was slightly taller than me
and certainly bigger breasted. She wore thick stylish black-rimmed glasses
that gave her that brainy intellectual look. She reminded me of those demure
looking librarians that look absolutely beautiful when they take off their
glasses. My mind wondered to thinking about Julie but as I watched the video
and fingered myself to an orgasm, I visualized what she would look like
without clothes on. I never considered sex with another woman before at
least not since I was 12 when my best friend Mary and I played doctor but
that was many years ago. Lately I have been turned on watching some of the
girl on girl action on my X rated satellite channels but other than that I'
ve never considered myself bi sexual until maybe now. So I was a little
surprised at how intense my orgasm was on this night because of the thought
of Julie and what her young firm body might look like with no clothes. That
night I was uneasy about my feelings and my new fantasies.

It had been several weeks now since I saw Julie but to my surprise I had
thought of her many times during my nightly frig sessions. I must be
desperate, I thought, I never considered myself getting turned on by the
thought another female, especially one so much younger than me but hey what
the heck, I was getting some pretty good turn on thinking about her. The
thought of it was still a little uncomfortable, but yet exciting. My
fantasies had been running wild with all sorts of little mental images and
scenarios of things we would do together. So to my surprise, one afternoon,
I was delighted to hear the doorbell ring and was greeted by Julie when I
opened the door! "Hi" she said. "I was just passing by and I remembered your
invitation to drop when I was around." "Hope I'm not interrupting anything"
"No of course not, not at all." Please come in," I said. As before, Julie
had the most warming smile and today she looked even prettier. I asked her
in and lead her to the kitchen. I invited her to sit on the stool at the
island and offered her something to drink. I'll take you up on that tea
offer if you don't mind" she said "Sure, one tea coming up" She talked about
her classes being over this week and that she just wrote her last exam this
morning. I busied myself fixing tea and was admiring her enthusiasm and
pretty looks. I wonder how she'd react if she could read my thoughts!
I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing. Today she wore a skin-tight
white button up silk blouse, and tight black spandex pants that accentuated
her waist, ass, and thighs. The top three buttons of her blouse were undone
showing a little cleavage and I tried not to look too obvious that I was
staring. I commented to her how nice she looked today. Julie and I had tea,
I showed her around my house and brought her into a converted bedroom that
is now my craft and sewing room. I showed her some of the needlepoint work I
've done. We looked through some of the sewing books and we had a laugh when
I pulled out some old sewing patterns that I had collected over the years. I
can't believe we dressed like that I commented. Julie thought that some of
the styles were cool. I have a life-size mannequin in the room that I use
for sewing and she commented on it. By the end of the afternoon, we talked
like we were long time friends and Julie explained that this summer she
would be looking for a part time job since she wasn't going home between her
freshman and sophomore year. "Do you like the small town atmosphere?" I
asked her. "I don't mind, I'm not much for partying and going out much."
except that all of my friends are leaving for the summer and it will be real
quiet around here." she stated. I told her I understand and that I didn't
get out much myself. "I should get out more but most of the people I know
are too busy and it usually doesn't work out. "Well maybe we can go shopping
together sometime," she said. Julie seemed very interested in learning to
sew and I offered to show her how if she liked. She said she'd like that
very much. We discussed history, which was my favorite subject; we talked
about art and lived theater. I was surprised how much she knew about the
arts. Since we both liked Abba music, we said that when Mama Mia plays in
Nashville, we'd get tickets. All in all, it was a pleasant afternoon and we
agreed to keep in touch. We exchanged phone numbers and by late afternoon,
she had left.