Modern Woman - Sex Stories

Modern Woman

... registered, found my room, and went back for a light dinner. One thing that surprised me was that I would be sharing. There were two double beds in the room. I wondered how that would go. I looked around the dining room and saw about fifty women, all much the same age as me. As I settled into my meal, a late arrival sat down next to me. "Jen, what a lovely surprise. I didn't think I'd know anyone but here you are." I looked around and saw a woman who used to work for my husband. In fact she was the receptionist, and a damn good one. "Louise, hello, fancy seeing you here. How are you?" Louise was, quite simple, stunning. She was always impeccably made up and tonight was no exception. Her eyes stood out because she put so much time into her eye make-up. The dark eyeliner and mascara seemed a perfect way to bring out her beautiful blue eyes. Her lips looked quite seductive and her smile only enhanced that. Her body was almost perfect too. Thin, almost too thin, but with a nice bust, which I thought was about a 32C (almost the same as me, I was a 36C). Her legs went on for miles and all the way up to her bum. I thought idly, "I would go gay for her, easily." We caught each other up on the gossip. It had been about five years since she worked for my husband. She and her husband moved away for his job. She confided in me that she wasn't particularly happy in her new city. She hadn't found a job and her kids had all moved out too. I talked to her about my frustrations as well and ...

... we decided to make the most out of this week and try and participate fully. We chatted some more about how things were, our kids, and life in general. I was feeling really comfortable with Lou, and told her so. "I don't know why but I'm really glad you're here, Lou. It'll be nice to have a familiar face around this week." "Ohh, thanks, Jen. It's so good to see you again. I think we'll have a fun week." We had thirty minutes between the end of the meal until the first session that night. I found out that I was sharing with Lou. That was an unexpected bonus. I showed her to our room and we both freshened up in readiness for the evening lecture. We sat down in a seminar room near the dining room. It had been set up in typical fashion and would be where we were going to spend most of the week. "Ladies, welcome," said a beautiful woman at the front of the room into the microphone, "to the first, hopefully annual, seminar on 'Spirituality, Sexuality and the Modern Woman'. My name is Dr Susan Rochester and I will be leading the seminar this week." There was a smattering of applause. "Masturbation," she said. "We all have done it and the latest studies show that it is necessary for the sake of our mental health. I blanched, embarrassed. I hadn't masturbated for years. In fact, I hadn't orgasmed for years. I was a little worried as to where this would take us. "Most of you don't know each other. In a way this will be a good thing because you will be able to say and do things without ...