Former Playboy Playmates Part 1: Stephanie's Move - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 1: Stephanie's Move

Author’s note: This part of series involving fictional former Playboy Playmates. They are all sisters and will each have two stories – the first one will be interracial, the second will be incest. Editing thanks go to Todger65. Chapter 1 Stephanie closed her eyes in the candlelit bathroom, lying slowly back in the bathtub and resting her arms on its edges. The 48 year old moaned slightly as Jules, a 19 year old college student, squeezed warm water from a wash cloth all over Stephanie’s huge breasts, rinsing them of sudsy bubbles. Jules grabbed a giant breast, running both hands around it in circular motions, smiling softly at the relaxed, shoulder-length blonde-haired vixen she was sharing a bath with again. Jules leaned down, like she’s done on many previous evenings with Stephanie, bringing a nipple to her mouth, flicking her tongue across it before taking it into her mouth. Stephanie moaned again, running a hand through Jules’ short brown bob-style cut hair, as the girl hungrily sucked at one of her breasts. She loved the way it felt. Not having been touched by a man in four years, mostly due to a busy schedule – which morphed into a lack of desire and satisfaction with her collection of toys. Stephanie was perfectly content to have this college girl she met at a book store, “play” with her, as they referred to it. Jules did just that and more. Several nights over the past year or so Jules would come over to spend the night with Stephanie, kissing, licking, caressing, ...

... and exploring every inch of her spectacular body, while she lay there in the bed soaking in the attention. Jules would bathe her, massage her, pamper her – Stephanie loved it. “I’m not gay,” she thought to herself after that first orgasm many months ago, “I just know this feels amazing.” They never once asked each about their sexuality. Jules would simply come over and worship the older woman’s body. Summer break, while Jules went home to Los Angeles, was a little boring for Stephanie. She was able to cope with help from her reliable toys. She didn’t need a man. It’d been four years since she had a man inside her. Four years since her divorce and one last goodbye session of sex with her future ex-husband. Not long after that she moved to Atlanta from Minnesota, leaving her adult children, and starting a new chapter. However, during her time away, she realized she didn’t need to move to begin with. Tonight was special. It was the last night Stephanie and Jules would “play.” Jules released a nipple, sitting up in the tub, prompting Stephanie to open her eyes, “You ok sweetie?” Jules sighed, looking down into the bubble-filled water, “I’m really going to miss you.” “Aww, sweetie, it’s ok,” Stephanie said, pulling the girl onto her chest, letting her use a breast like a pillow. “I get why you’re moving back to Minnesota, but I’m just going to miss you so much,” Jules said, sniffing. “I’m going to miss you too. You’re such a sweet girl. I’m so glad we’ve become friends,” Stephanie ...