Following yet another unsuccessful marriage, I found myself a 44-year-old divorced woman once more, not exactly enjoying life at the moment.
However, I was hopeful for a pleasant evening ahead as we planned to visit the local pub to celebrate Jessica, my niece’s 20th birthday.
I envied Jessica, she had grown up into an independent young woman who had also come out as gay 2 years earlier, after a 10 months
relationship with a class mate.
Still, she didn’t have a steady relationship, but there was always a new face when we saw each other.
The evening was enjoyable, with plenty of drinks, and by the time my sister and her husband stumbled out of the bar at midnight, Jessica’s friends had already gone long time before.
“I’ll probably go too,” I said.
“Please no, let’s order a bottle of wine, I don’t always get to sit with my aunt at the bar” Jessica said, winking.
I hesitated for a moment, considering the late hour and my responsibilities the next day. But Jessica’s pleading eyes and the warmth of the pub’s atmosphere won me over.
“Alright, one bottle,” I conceded with a smile.
Jessica beamed and flagged down the bartender, ordering a crisp Sauvignon Blanc. As we sipped our wine, the conversation flowed easily. Jessica regaled me with tales of her university adventures and her latest romantic pursuits.
“You know, Aunt Sarah,” she said, leaning in conspiratorially, “I’ve always admired you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Me?”
“Yes, you are a beautiful and strong woman, anyone would be luck to have you” really,” she said, her eyes sparkling with sincerity.
“Tell that to my two exes” I replied. And continued “You on the other hand are strong, just like when you came out as gay, just like it was the most natural thing in the world, I would never dare.”
Jessica smiled, looked at me and asked “have you ever tried being with another woman?”
I was completely stunned, and could only nod a no in response. “You should try it sometime, it doesn’t compare to what a man can give you”
she continued in a slightly darker voice.
Then Jessica leaned over, put her hands on my thighs and whispered, “would you like to try, I’ll be gently”
My jaw dropped, was my sister’s daughter sitting and hitting on me?
“It’s in… incest” I stammered.
“No, I’m 20, I’m the one asking and I’m actually the one taking advantage of you” she said in a hoarse voice, her hands still on my thighs.
Still stammering, “I don’t know, maybe?”
Jessica’s eyes widened with excitement at my hesitant response. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Let’s get out of here,” she whispered.
My heart raced as we stumbled out of the pub into the cool night air. Jessica hailed a taxi, and before I knew it, we were at her small apartment near campus. As soon as the door closed behind us, she pressed me against the wall, her lips finding mine in a passionate kiss.
I felt a mix of exhilaration and guilt as I surrendered to the moment. Jessica’s hands roamed my body, igniting sensations I hadn’t felt in years.
Jessica took my hand and led me into her small bedroom. In her bedroom she asked “You ok?”
I hesitated, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. The rational part of me screamed that this was wrong, that I should leave immediately. But another part, a part I had long suppressed, yearned for this forbidden intimacy.
“Yes,” I whispered, surprising myself.
Jessica’s lips curved into a smile, when she pulled me closer and kissed me, this time more sensually.
Slowly Jessica started to unbutton my blouse, and began to massage my breasts, while our kissing became more demanding.
I felt a surge of electricity course through my body as Jessica’s hands caressed my breast. Her touch was both gentle and confident, awakening sensations I hadn’t experienced in years. As she undressed me, I marveled at the softness of her skin, so different from the rough embraces I was accustomed to.
Jessica guided me to the bed, and placed me on my back, her eyes never leaving mine. “Relax,” she murmured, “let me show you.”
Jessica quickly got her clothes off, then crawled onto the bed, kissed me briefly before starting to suck on my left breast while her hand caressed my stomach.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to Jessica’s touch. Her lips trailed down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When she reached my inner thighs, I gasped, my hips involuntarily arching towards her.
“You’re beautiful,” Jessica whispered, her breath hot against my skin.
Jessica looked up, to get permission, I just nodded. Then I felt Jessica’s pointed little tongue in my slit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. She moved slowly at first, exploring and teasing, before finding a rhythm that made me gasp and clutch at the sheets.
The guilt and hesitation I’d felt earlier melted away, replaced by an overwhelming need. Jessica’s skilled ministrations were unlike anything I’d experienced before – more intuitive, more tender. I found myself responding with an intensity that surprised me.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my hips moving of their own accord.
Jessica’s fingers joined her tongue, and I felt myself climbing rapidly towards a peak. When it hit, the orgasm crashed over me in waves, leaving me trembling and breathless.
As I came down from the high, Jessica moved back up my body, pressing soft kisses along the way. She lay beside me, pulling me close.
“How was that?” I only lay there, panting and trembling, still in disbelief at what had just transpired. Jessica’s question hung in the air as I struggled to find words to describe the intense experience.
“It was… incredible,” I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Jessica smiled, a mix of pride and affection in her eyes. She touched my skin with her fingertips, sending little aftershocks through my body.
“I told you it doesn’t compare,” she said softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on my lips.
As the fog of pleasure began to clear, the reality of our situation started to creep back in. This was my niece, my sister’s daughter. What had we done? What would this mean for our family?
Jessica, ever perceptive, must have sensed my internal struggle. She propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes searching my face.
“Aunt Sarah,” she said gently, “I know what you’re thinking. But please, don’t regret this. What we shared was beautiful.”
I took a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts. “Jessica, I… I don’t regret it. It was amazing. But we’re family. This is complicated.”
She nodded, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm. “I know. But we’re both adults. We made this choice together.”
I sat up slowly, wrapping the sheet around myself. “What happens now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jessica sat up too, her bare skin glowing in the dim light. “Whatever we want to happen,” she said. “This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing. But if you want it to be, I’ll understand.”
I looked at Jessica, struck by her maturity and the depth of emotion in her eyes. This wasn’t just some casual fling for her. And if I was honest with myself, it wasn’t for me either.
“I don’t know what I want,” I admitted. “This is all so new and unexpected.”
Jessica took my hand, intertwining our fingers. “Then let’s not decide anything right now. We have time.”
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and anticipation. Jessica was right – we didn’t need to figure everything out in this moment.
“Can I stay the night?” I asked softly.
Jessica’s face lit up with a smile. “Of course,” she said, pulling me back down onto the bed.
“You know,” she murmured, her voice soft in the quiet room, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
I turned to look at her, surprised. “Really?”
She nodded, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “Ever since I realized I was attracted to women, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are. But I never thought…”
Her voice trailed off, and I found myself filling in the silence. “I never thought this would happen either. But I’m glad it did.” At same time she brought my hand down to her clean-shaven abdomen
“Please touch me” Jessica asked me, “I don’t know how”… “just caress me like you caress yourself replied Jessica”.
I hesitated, my hand trembling slightly as it rested on Jessica’s smooth skin. Despite the intimacy we had just shared, this felt like crossing another threshold. But as I looked into her eyes, filled with trust and desire, I found my nervousness melting away.
Slowly, I began to move my hand, tracing gentle circles on her abdomen. Jessica’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed at my touch. Encouraged, I let my fingers drift lower, marveling at the softness of her skin.
When I reached the apex of her thighs, Jessica parted her legs slightly, inviting me to explore further. I hesitated for just a moment before gently running my fingers along her folds, surprised at how wet she already was.
“Is this okay?” I whispered, wanting to make sure she was comfortable.
Jessica nodded, her hips lifting slightly to meet my touch. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please don’t stop.”
Emboldened by her encouragement, I began to explore more confidently. I circled her most sensitive spot with my fingertips, recalling what I enjoyed myself. Jessica’s soft moans guided me, showing me what she liked best.
As I continued my ministrations, Jessica’s breathing became more ragged. Her hips moved in rhythm with my hand, seeking more friction. I was in awe of her beauty, her face flushed with pleasure, her body arching beneath my touch.
“Inside,” Jessica gasped. “Please, I need you inside me.”
Slowly, I slid two fingers into her warmth. Jessica let out a low moan, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers. I began to move, curling my fingers slightly as I withdrew before pushing back in.
Jessica’s hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she arched her back. I continued my movements, marveling at the way her body responded to my touch. Her breathing became more rapid, punctuated by soft moans that sent shivers down my spine.
“Oh god, Aunt Sarah,” she gasped, her hips moving in tandem with my hand. “That feels so good.”
Encouraged by her words, I increased my pace slightly, using my thumb to circle her most sensitive spot as my fingers continued their exploration. Jessica’s moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath me.
“I’m close,” she panted, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that took my breath away. “Please don’t stop.”
I leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as I curled my fingers inside her.
Jessica broke the kiss with a cry of pleasure, her body tensing as waves of ecstasy washed over her. I felt her inner muscles clench rhythmically around my fingers as she climaxed, her back arching off the bed. I continued my movements, gentler now, helping her ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
As her breathing slowly returned to normal, I carefully withdrew my hand, marveling at the intimacy we had just shared. Jessica’s eyes fluttered open, a look of blissful contentment on her face.
“That was…” she paused, searching for words. “Incredible. Thank you.”
I smiled, feeling a surge of affection for my niece. “You don’t need to thank me,” I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.
Jessica pulled me close, nuzzling into my neck. “I do,” she murmured. “You’ve given me something beautiful tonight.”
We lay there in comfortable silence for a while, our bodies intertwined. The weight of what we’d done settled over us, but it didn’t feel oppressive. Instead, there was a sense of shared intimacy, of a secret bond forged between us.
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, Jessica stirred beside me. “What are you thinking?” she asked softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
I took a deep breath, considering my words carefully. “I’m thinking about how unexpected life can be,” I said finally. “How sometimes the things we never saw coming can be the most profound.”
Jessica propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes searching my face. “Do you regret it?”
I shook my head, surprising myself with the certainty of my response. “No, I don’t regret it. It’s complicated, and we’ll have to figure out what this means going forward. But I don’t regret sharing this with you, Jessica.”
A smile bloomed on her face, relief evident in her eyes. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m glad,” she whispered. “Because I don’t regret it either.”
As the room grew lighter, reality began to creep back in. I knew I would have to leave soon, return to my life and face the consequences of this night. But for now, I allowed myself to bask in the warmth of Jessica’s embrace, to savor these last moments of our shared intimacy.
“We should probably get up,” I said reluctantly, glancing at the clock on the bedside table.
“What happens now?” I asked, my voice barely audible.
Jessica stroked my hair gently. “Now, we keep this our little secret,” she said softly. “No one else needs to know.”
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension.
11 SweetHeart Lesbian
Stumble on this looking for something else… The fun part is that my name is Sarah, I have a niece, and I’m divorced… But the age is not correct and my niece’s name is not Jessica so I suppose it’s not me 😉
Really nice story