I work for a small company with about a hundred employees spread across the country, and every December they fly us all to our corporate offices in California for an annual staff meeting and Christmas party. Although a long trip for me, I've grown to look forward to this long weekend and the opportunity to spend time with my co-workers. Now that our 3 children are grown and out of the house, it's easier for me to schedule this time away from home and my husband of 30 years. The most exciting thing happened to me during my trip this year. Our bodies were now very visibly moving together with our hands roaming up and down each other's bodies and our pubic mounds grinding together. At one point we began to slide our breasts from side to side against each other's chests, our nipples engorging and growing sensitive as we mashed and rubbed our tits together. I would lovingly yet forcefully hold her head in both hands with her hair trailing between my fingers, turn my head slightly to the side with our mouths open fully so I could feed my tongue as far into the depths of her mouth as possible. We found a series of small private dining areas now dark and deserted by the wait staff, so we entered one of the private dining areas and stopped by the wall as she turned toward me. "I hope you don't mind," she said, "but after that dance, I just didn't want to be around the others."

Before getting to our tables, Marsha stopped and flashed me her beautiful smile and said, "hey, come with me," and before I could respond she began leading me as we held hands to the far end of the bar and around the corner to the adjoining restaurant section that was now closed. Her husband reacted surprisingly well too, suggesting that they enrol in therapy to help both of them exit their long-standing relationship. I took this as my cue to make a commitment and said I would move to the suburbs to be with her and her three children, once her husband had moved out. To know that I could finally come clean to my worrisome friends felt liberating beyond belief. I didn’t care about sacrificing my youth to move to outer London with a swarm of forty-somethings. All I wanted was to be with her full-time, and for it to be out in the open that we were together. I looked around a little nervously, and noticing others were also dancing, I said "why not," as we closed the short distance between us. My husband tells me that watching women kiss turns him on more than nearly anything, so soft and sensual, and I've also wondered what it might be like to kiss the soft lips of another woman. We've fantasized together when making love about sharing another, sometimes a man and sometimes a woman. Although we've never actually included another in our love making, I knew if my husband were here he'd be encouraging me now.My name is Susan. I'm a happily married 50 year old mother of 3 grown children, and this is a true story of my recent and first experience with another woman.

Marsha slowly turned her head to my ear, so close that I could sense her full beautiful mouth but couldn't quite feel it's touch, and then whispered, "so nice." Marsha was a little taller than my 5' 9", and she was curvaceous and full bodied with wide hips, a round full butt, and breasts perhaps a little larger than my full chest. We both still showed that we were mature mothers with a little more body than we had in our 20's, but we were also both in good shape. I have long legs, narrower hips, and a small tight ass that my husband just loves to grip when making love. I wear lots of skin tight workout wear while home and my husband says he loves to watch my long strong legs and tight ass, men! I have light brown hair, blue eyes, and full sensitive breasts that my husband never neglects. Marsha and I must have been quite a contrasting sight dancing together. Marsha smiled at me, leaned to whisper in my ear, and purred, "mmmm, this could be nice," as we then closed our bodies and began softly, slowly dancing as I would with my husband. When a slow song started, Marsha and I stood there uncertainly on the dance floor, as did most everyone else as most of us were women, until amidst some light laughter, everyone just seemed to pair up and dance together while slowing the pace and talking with each other.

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Her breath on my ear sent shivers radiating from my ear to my toes, and I felt a slight twitch in my pussy. Her mouth was so close to my ear that I could feel the warmth of her lips and my ear so wanted her to take it into her wonderful mouth. Her eyes seemed to grow bigger as she approached while looking in my eyes and lightly placing her hands on my hips.I had never danced with a woman in this way, but her right leg naturally pressed between my legs and my leg between hers, and our breasts came together as our heads slid next to each other. Her hair lightly brushed my face, and as I took a breath her fragrance flooded my senses, still fresh and crisp but with a stronger hint of muskiness as if I was literally breathing her skin and hair. It seemed as though neither was leading, neither was following, but we were just moving as one. The song ended too soon, and as we slowly and reluctantly separated, both looking into each other's eyes while still lightly holding each other, we both said, "wow" at the same time, which made us laugh as we held hands to leave the dance floor. Sitting in meetings with her at the prominent literary agency where we both worked left me feeling weak. Usually never short of things to say, in her presence, I’d marvel at her ability to drain all quips from my mind, leaving my mouth bone-dry. But I knew the cliché and I refused to succumb to the stereotype of being the young, ambitious 25-year-old who screws the boss. Marsha moaned as my tongue once again touched her lips. She opened her mouth wide to take it inside, and we were again kissing passionately.