Her son, Scott, opened the door for us as we giggled our way up the driveway and Ruth threw her arms around his neck, her lips kissing him wetly on the cheek. "Here's my lovely boy," she said. "Isn't he a smasher?"
My eyes were not altogether too clear as I stood swaying in the doorway but I had to admit that Scott was a handsome young man. Tall, well-built and slightly rugged looking, he certainly looked like he could break a few girls' hearts. Ruth made the introductions and he took my hand in his. Our eyes met and he smiled warmly.
Ruth nudged him in the ribs. "Let go of her hand, you wicked young man. Anna's a nice girl. Far too good for you."
Scott released my hand and turned to his mother. "Can I get you a coffee or anything, mom?"
Ruth shook her head. "I don't think so, sweetheart. I'm really bushed. I'm going to make sure that Anna is settled in the guest room and then it's sack time."
Scott's shoulders seemed to sag ever so slightly and he half turned away as if to go back into the living room. Ruth caught his arm and drew him to her side. She brought her lips to his ear and whispered something to him that made him smile. He kissed her lightly on the lips and went back into the living room. "See you in the morning, Anna," he called over his shoulder. "Sleep well."
Ruth took me to the guest room and pulled a nightie and robe from the dresser then went off to her room with the promise to look in on me before she turned in for the night. I got undressed and put on the nightie. It was cotton and covered me from my neck to my knees; suitably virginal for a night alone in a strange bed, I thought ruefully.
I sat down at the dresser and began to brush out my hair. The door opened and Ruth came into the room.
She was wearing a thin, silk dressing gown of the deepest red and, from the look of her nipples sticking out full against the thin material, not a whole lot underneath. "Hi, honey," she said. "Everything okay?"
"Just fine."
"Did you have fun tonight?"
"I sure did, Ruth," I said, and I meant it. She had been great company and I had lost count of how many times we laughed until we cried talking about the people and work and making guesses about their sexual habits.
"Good. I'm glad. I had a ball too." She reached over and took the brush from my hand. "Can I brush your hair? I never had a daughter but if I did I'm sure that brushing her hair would be one of my favorite occupations."
"I'd enjoy that," I said. "It's a chore but I have to do it."
She began to run the brush through my hair with long gentle strokes. It seemed almost hypnotic and I could see by her reflection in the mirror that her eyes were half closed. As she brushed, the front of her robe fell open exposing almost all of her large, full breasts. My eyes were drawn to their reflection. I couldn't help it. They looked so big and soft and beautiful. She opened her eyes slowly and saw that I was looking at her. I quickly turned my eyes away but she made no attempt to cover herself up again, she just kept up the same lazy strokes of the brush through my hair.
I raised my eyes again. I wanted to see her breasts and couldn't for the life of me understand why. Her eyes were closed and I let my gaze linger on her beautiful body. She was suntanned all over as far as I could tell, her breasts only slightly lighter in color than the rest of her. The robe fell open a little more until her breasts were totally naked. Her nipples were hard and seemed to stick way out from the dark circle that surrounded them. A sudden urge to touch her came over me. I really wanted to have my hands on those wonderfully soft-looking tits and my pussy started to tremble. I felt the insides of my thighs becoming wet and I had to take deep breaths to control the fire that had suddenly built up deep within me.
What was I thinking? I tore my eyes away from the mesmerizing effect of her swaying breasts and looked at her face. Ruth's eyes were closed as if she was in a trance, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth. The brush moved gently through my hair and her other hand smoothed and stroked where the brush had been. Her breasts swayed gently to and fro with her movements and my eyes were drawn inevitably back to them. They were covered with a soft sheen of perspiration that made her skin glisten in the soft light of the small bedroom.
She stopped brushing my hair and her hands moved to my neck and shoulders, gently massaging them with her long, strong fingers. "You're not a virgin anymore, are you Anna?" she said softly.
The color rose in my face and I looked into the reflection of her eyes in the mirror. She ran her hand tenderly over my hair and her lips parted in a tender, caring smile. "It's okay not to be a virgin," she whispered. "But I know you were one when you joined the company. I could tell and I can also tell that you've changed. It's not obvious, dear Anna, so don't worry. I just have a sixth sense about that kind of thing."
"Oh," I said, which was not too brilliant a comment but there didn't seem to be too much else to say in response to Ruth's observations. My body was beginning to heat up alarmingly and I couldn't understand why other than I still had a strange, well strange for me, desire to touch her beautiful tits. But why would I want to touch them? I didn't know the answer to the question. I just did. Simple as that.
"You're such a sweet girl," Ruth said. Her hands moved back to my shoulders and slid down over them until they were resting against the top of my breasts. I could hardly breathe with the suddenly electric tension that had developed between us. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, her hands inched down until they covered my breasts completely. She squeezed them tenderly and my breathing became faster and more shallow as delicious feelings roared through my body. My heartbeat raced and my blood thundered in my temples.
With a shrug, Ruth's robe slithered from her shoulders and whispered down her body to the floor. I couldn't see all of her, I was between her and the mirror, but what I could see told me that she had the body of a woman half her age. Her waist was narrow, her hips full and firm, her skin dark and smooth.
Our eyes met and her fingers began to tease my nipples through the thin cotton nightie. As they hardened under her skillful touch, a deep sigh escaped my lips and my pussy trembled violently at this new experience. She teased my nipples until they were like two small pebbles then squeezed my tits together, rubbing them with her hands against each other.
I rose slowly from the chair and turned to face her. I pulled the nightie over my head and stood there in front of her, my boobs as naked as hers. My eyes ran slowly, lovingly over her perfect body. My desire for her was rising like a steaming gusher of water. Her tits were so big they attracted my eyes like a magnet.
A tiny bead of perspiration hung on one of her nipples and I wanted to lick it away.
I dragged my eyes from her awesome breasts and gazed at her mound. It was totally without hair, shaved as smooth as the rest of her body. It was a shock to see her naked pussy and yet it seemed to fit in with her overall appearance. Nothing, not even a single hair, should mar her beautiful body.
She opened her legs slightly and the hairless slit of her cunt came into my hungry view. Her 92 pussy lips were thick and full, slightly parted and shining from the inner dampness of her hole. She reached for my hand and led me towards the bed. I followed passively, my head asking so many questions for which I had no answers. All I knew was that I was consumed with the desire to touch Ruth and for her to touch me.
"Lie on your tummy," Ruth whispered and I did as she asked. The bed moved and I felt her next to me, kneeling at my side, the heat of her body seeming to jump through space, touching my tingling skin. She spread my hair across my back and shoulders and stroked it lovingly. "So beautiful," she murmured. "So soft and silky."
I was trembling all over under her delicate touch. I could never have believed that I would be in this situation. The thought of being naked with another woman and for her to be touching me in this way was something I had never even imagined. In fact, I had always been slightly put off by the idea of lesbians but there I was, on the bed, about as bare-ass naked as I could be with Ruth's hands moving with painful slowness down my back. My mind may not have been able to fully grasp what was happening to me but my pussy was spasming and oozing with the sweetest anticipation. I rested my head on my arms, closed my eyes and gave myself completely to Ruth's tender caresses.