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    A Mature Touch: A May December Lesbian Romance
    A Mature Touch: A May December Lesbian Romance
    A Mature Touch: A May December Lesbian Romance
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    A Mature Touch: A May December Lesbian Romance

    By Evette White

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    The moment I saw Bea at the wedding reception, I was besotted.
    She was much older than I, but she was glorious.
    I wanted her immediately, and fought tooth and nail to quell my urges, and to not get caught staring.
    It was a silly infatuation… a younger woman lusting after an older woman.
    Bea was graceful… sexy… and she had an aura about her.
    Just thinking about her made me… you know what in between my legs.
    But she was a married woman… married to a man. She’s got to be straight as an arrow.
    There’s no way she’d be interested in a younger girl like me.
    But when she invites me to a private meeting with her, I don’t know what to think.
    I’m a nervous, mumbling, shaking wreck.
    But when, by accident, our lips meet, there’s electricity.
    I departed the meeting hoping I’d left an impression.
    And my heart skipped when I got a message from her asking if she could see me again…

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    A Mature Touch: A Lesbian Romance is a sweet, steamy, and sensual May-December love story of two women finding love in an unexpected pairing.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvette White
    Release dateJun 1, 2019
    ISBN9788834129104
    A Mature Touch: A May December Lesbian Romance

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      A Mature Touch - Evette White

      pairing.

      Chapter 1

      I first met Bea at a wedding reception a couple of months ago. She was a friend of my mam’s, and the mother of the bride. Mam had been invited because she and Bea worked together, and although they weren’t exactly best friends, they supported each other closely in what my mam always said was ‘a very difficult working environment’. My step-dad was invited as mam’s ‘significant other’ and I was included just because I think they felt they couldn’t have my mam and dad there without asking me too.

      Bea was tall, honey blonde and slim. She looked to be in her mid to late 30s; classy and gorgeous, but talking to my mam afterwards I gather she was closer to 45 or 50. However old she was though, it didn’t show on her. She had lovely clear, creamy skin that was unspoiled by loads of make-up, the way a lot of older women often go.

      Her face was quite round and she had the most beautiful deep blue eyes; ‘deep pools of love’, I remember thinking, ‘that an impressionable young girl like me could easily get lost in’, a small button-nose, and her lips were quite thin but also pronounced (pouting slightly, a little like Kirsten Dunst), giving her a slightly puckered appearance, as if she was ready to kiss anyone who came close enough, and I so wished that it could be me. Her hair was beautifully coiffured into one of those lovely round styles, ‘obviously styled for the occasion’, or so I thought; shaped around the face, cut low at the chin and high around the back to show off her beautiful slender neck.

      She wore a sleeveless wrap-around dress, displaying a discrete amount of cleavage, and as she raised her arms I could see the flesh of her body. I think I was staring but she smiled at me. I have to admit I found her exciting. Each time she turned her head the tendons on her neck would pull up into delicious little ridges and sometimes a vein would stand out, and I just wanted to kiss it. I imagined myself sitting on her lap, just the two of us, somewhere quiet, resting my head on her shoulder and having her play with me.

      I was besotted.

      I was seated in a corner of the dining hall next to my folks, and I felt myself getting tingly and wet down there. I suppose I instinctively began to squeeze my knees together. I looked around to check that no one else could see before putting my hand under the table, and I began touching myself. I must have looked quite flushed because Bea stopped and asked if I was alright. I said I was fine, but in truth there was only one thing that would have made me feel right just then, and that would be to have her tongue between my legs.

      I began thinking, ‘If only I could find an opportunity to meet her somewhere away from all these people. If I could just be alone with her, perhaps I might be able to seduce her’. Surely it couldn’t be just my imagination that she seemed interested in me too, and if that was true it wouldn’t take much to get her to put an arm around me. ‘If I could look up into those beautiful eyes and show her that I yearn to be kissed’, I thought, ‘I feel sure that would do it’.

      Telling this story now, you must think me an insatiable little lesbian nymphomaniac. Perhaps I am, but I can’t help myself. When I see a sexy looking woman I just want to open up to her, and have her do anything she wants with me.

      Anyway, that’s as far as it went on that occasion. I spent the whole evening thinking how lovely it would be to just lie in her arms. I began to imagine all sorts of situations that could lead to sex between us; sitting on the sofa together with her arm around me while we watched a lesbian romance movie, playing a game of tennis and sharing a shower afterwards, taking a gentle stroll through the woods with the bright rays of the sun streaming through the trees, making us warm and horny.

      Each time I looked at her I just wanted to reach down inside my panties and frigg myself. No... that’s not quite true... I wanted her to do it, but sadly that wasn’t to be. I went home disappointed; glad that I had met her, but sad because nothing more had come of it.

      I couldn’t wait for bedtime.

      Most nights I wear a flannelette nightie or pyjamas to bed but that night I went naked. I have beautiful smooth, silky sheets and believe me, you don’t have to move around much with bedding like that before you start to appreciate your own sensuality. That night I just lay there on my back and closed my eyes, thinking of Bea. Each time I moved I imagined her hands on me or her body moving against mine. I took my favourite toy to bed, inserted it deep and set it on slow, the tip gyrating inside me as my hands did the work that I would have loved for Bea to have done for me.

      I stroked myself gently all over; my face, my neck, my arms, my shoulders, up and down the sides of my body, stroking and caressing myself, my hips, my thighs; everywhere I could reach, while all the time my toy was wriggling around inside me like the insatiable greedy tongue of my imaginary lover. The fingertips of one hand played with my ultra-sensitive, hard little nipples while the other stroked up the inside of my thigh, caressing all around the juicy wet orifice that was so deliciously filled with my toy, and I began to rub that wonderful stiff little knub that never failed to give me so much pleasure.

      I hugged myself, and writhed around, imagining Bea’s lips and her tongue, exploring my naked flesh. I so dearly wished it could have been her fingers playing with me, her tongue inside me, her arms around me, but I had to frigg myself to sleep alone that night, as was so often my lot. Don’t get me wrong; I have quite a few girlfriends, and I often have an evening of all-girl fun with one or several of them, but I usually spend the night at home at my parents house, and... well a girl like me has to have some sexual distraction before I can get to sleep properly.

      When I awoke the next morning I was still feeling horny. The toy was still nestled deep inside me. The battery was dead of course, but as I turned in my silky smooth bed I could feel it move inside and it began to excite me all over again. I crossed my legs and folded them beneath me, gripping the end of the toy with my heels.

      Now I could move it slightly as I played, my hips gyrating while my fingertips did their sensual work all over my body once again, concentrating on my nipples as I teased and excited myself. It was over half

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