Three days after her romp with Kevin and one day after the soreness of her vagina dissipated, Mary called Asuka to schedule a yoga session. She could have easily driven herself to Asuka’s studio downtown, but she didn’t want to. Mary had grown accustomed to practicing yoga in her own garden, with the sounds of crashing waves in the background and the smell of salt in the air. While Asuka’s studio was the nicest in Portland, it was still stuffed indoors with conditioned air, slate walls, and stuck-up college girls. Asuka had only visited once since Michael died, and Mary was eager to get back on track and get her life together. Surprisingly, Asuka was available to make a house visit that same afternoon.
Asuka arrived at the Moore Estate at 4 pm. She got out of her Prius with a water bottle and a yoga mat, walked to the red front door of the wooden house, and rang the doorbell. Mary opened the door and greeted Asuka, “Hey! So good to see you. Thanks for coming, come in, come in.”
Asuka replied, “Of course Mrs. Moore, I’m glad I was able to come today.”
“Stop it with the Mrs. Moore, call me Mary. I’m ready to get back to a better routine. Grieving time is over!”
“I’m glad. I hope I can help. And I again, I am sorry about your husband, he was such a nice man.”
Mary winked, “He was nice because he thought you were hot.”
They both laughed and made their way through the home, out the backdoor, and into the garden. Once outside, Mary let Asuka lead the way to the spot to lay their mats. She could see why her husband thought Asuka to be sexy, she was. Mary had kissed a girl once in college, but that was the extent of her bisexual triumphs.
Mary watched as Asuka walked through their garden and past the swimming pool. Her severely short yoga shorts barely covered her ass and were skin-tight. There was no evidence of panties, so Mary assumed she had nothing on underneath. Her glutes were tight, lean, and plump all at the same time. The gap between her thighs would drive any man, and most women, wild. Her skin was a creamy pale, a stark contrast to her blacker than night hair that was cut short to reveal a tiny lotus flower tattooed high on the back of her neck.
Asuka found the spot they usually practiced on, and the two rolled out their mats. The weather was warm for Maine, nearly 80 degrees Fahrenheit, but the ocean breeze made it a very comfortable afternoon in the garden. A perfect day for outdoor yoga. A rare pelican landed on the rocks that separated the Moore Estate from the crashing waves of the Atlantic. Perhaps he wanted a glimpse of two gorgeous ladies, wearing next to nothing, performing sexual tantalizing exercises.
Mary couldn’t take her eyes off Asuka as the performed various poses across from each other. She became slightly turned on by watching the sexy twenty-year-old contort her body. Asuka’s sports bra was slightly loose at the top, and occasionally, when she made a forward bend, Mary was presented with the eye-pleasing sight of more than just her cleavage. Mary wondered if her late husband had fantasized about fucking the both of them the way she fantasized about a threesome with Michael and his best friend, Kevin. Images of her husband thrusting himself into Asuka from behind while the sexy yoga teacher went down on her turned Mary on immensely.
Mary thought to herself, “I wonder what color her nipples are?”
The teeny silk thong under Mary’s yoga pants held in the wetness of her sexual daydream as the first half of their session ended.
Mary walked into the house and came out with a pitcher of lemon cucumber water and two glasses. She sat beside Asuka, on her mat, and the two enjoyed a glass of the refreshing liquid while watching the surf.
Asuka, in her perfect English, asked Mary, “So, how are you doing, you know, with everything?”
Mary replied, “I am doing, okay. I had sex for the first time in two years a few nights ago.”
Asuka nearly spat out her water and said, “Ohhh. Well then. With whom? Was it good?”
Mary laughed, “Sorry, that was probably too much information.”
“Not at all. Unexpected, but not at all. Sex is awesome.”
Mary smiled and said,”Mmmmm, yes, yes it is.”
The two sipped on their water and gazed into the blue waters of the ocean.
Asuka broke the silence, “Well? Do I get details or not!”
She playfully pushed Mary as she made her sexual inquiry.
Mary laughed, “Are you sure you want them?”
Asuka exclaimed, “Of course!”
Mary summarized the sexual tryst between her and Kevin and spared no details.
Asuka, in awe, asked, “You let him cum inside you?”
Mary laughed, “Oh god yes. It felt incredible. At my age, it’s not like there is much to worry about.”
The two laughed and Asuka scooted a little closer to her client and put her arm around her. “Well, I’m glad you are getting out and having a great time. And with his best friend. Naughty naughty girl. I love it!”
Mary gave her a devilish smile and looked downward. Asuka was sitting Indian style with her legs crossed. Her shorts were barely there. “My husband was right. You are one sexy creature.”
Asuka ran a finger down Mary’s arm, from her shoulder to her hand, and she held it and said, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Oh please child, I am thirty years older than you.”
Asuka knew she was being flirted with and decided to go for it. She never called herself a lesbian, but she preferred the sexual company of girls over guys. She had her fair share of encounters with both. A girl with her looks could have sex as often as she wanted, and she wanted it a lot. She sprang from her cross-legged position like a ninja, straddled the much older Mary, and looked her in the eyes. “Age doesn’t matter, I think you’re super hot.”
Mary began to open her mouth to say something, but instead leaned in and bridged the short gap between their faces. The two shared a kiss in the open air, and then another. Asuka pushed Mary onto her back and kissed her lips. Mary never objected. The combination of her own strawberry chap-stick and Asuka’s cherry lip close made her crave Asuka even more. As they made out, Mary tugged on Asuka’s sports bra and attempted to raise it up. The sexy Japanese girl broke their kiss and leaned up. She removed her top and tossed it on the green lawn beside them.
Asuka looked down at Mary and asked, “Better?”
Mary replied, “Mmmmhmmm.”
She gazed up at the much younger girl’s body. She remembered watching her husband fuck her in her mind just minutes before and thinking about the color of her nipples. Her question was now answered. Mary reached up and squeezed the perky tits that reminded her of herself thirty years ago. “You are fucking hot.”
Asuka smiled and rhetorically asked, “You like them?”
Mary pulled her body into her and raised up, her mouth inches away from her chest. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the mocha colored morsel that was begging for attention. Mary sucked it softly at first, and then hard as she released. Asuka moaned as Mary relinquished her pleasure button. Mary diverted her attention to the other and sucked it passionately. Asuka pulled Mary’s head into her and let her feed upon her breasts. “That feels so fucking incredible,” she whispered.
Mary wrapped her arms around the girl’s back and pulled her in and sucked harder and harder. She loved using her mouth during sex. Usually, well always, it had been a male part of the anatomy, and most of the time, it was long, hard, and pulsating. This was different. Instead of a thick erect stick being shoved down her throat, Mary sucked softly on the milk-filled ivory skin in front of her. Despite having a fit and firm body, Asuka’s creamy pale breasts were surprisingly soft. Mary loved the squishiness of her breasts and the feel of her nipples in her mouth. She could suck her for hours.
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