Karen at the crossroads: Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Karen at the crossroads: Pt. 01

... woman not much more than 50. Karen eyed Allegra. Her face was immaculate, supple and not a line to be seen, and framed by short spiky jet black hair. High cheek bones and a gently sloping aquiline nose, totally in keeping with the high born Roman that she was, completed a woman who, if she had been slight would have been called gamine, but given her slightly fuller figure, one that was by no means overweight, she was if anything athletic. Hands were what usually betrayed us, Karen thought, but Allegra's showed none of the tell tale signs of age, spots and wrinkling. When Allegra held he hand earlier they seemed as smooth as her face. Yes she was a sophisticated and confident woman in her early 40s.

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Karen bestirred herself. She padded into the kitchen not sure if she wanted a coffee of a glass of water. She settled for the latter.

"I need a bath," she muttered.

She made for her bedroom and took off her dress and bra, at least she had recovered that. She looked at herself in the mirror.

"What a fright," she thought."

Any objective observer would have reached a different conclusion. Her hair may have been a mess but three hour-long sessions of reformer Pilates a week was paying off. Dex had been good initially but she was far too attractive and Karen was determined to improve her shape not satisfy her libido. Regretfully went to a professional physio who specialised in Pilates at a centre. And she could see the results. Her breasts had always been one of ...

... her best features and now they sat more firmly than they had in years. Her nipples sat proud and tilted up while the undersides of her breasts swelled and rested on her torso. They were pleasant to hold, she was told. She smiled. Her tummy had some flab, that's to be expected she had carried a child to term, but not a lot. Her immaculately shaved mound confidently sat between her almost bony hips. Pilates had toned her thighs and legs and there was a pleasing (to her at least) gap developing between her legs. She like the way the lips of her vulva were prominent and visible. She found that really horny in a woman. Her legs, another strength, were toned and shapely. Her toes had benefited from a pedicure and multiple coats of vermilion nail lacquer. Allegra had sucked them for what felt like a delirious age last night. Karen had nearly come because of the attention she had lavished on her feet.

"I must make a mental note to incorporate that in my routine." she thought as she walked into her en suite bathroom and began to fill the bath.

The running water made her want to pee. She sat the toilet and flooded the bowl with her golden shower. While peeing she linked her cell to a smart speaker and summoned Keith Jarrett to play some Bach for her. The first piece from the Wall Tempered Clavier began to play its ascending and descending lines bringing relief and calming her. Karen exhaled, again. She wiped herself and flushed the toilet. The bath was getting full but the level ...