God he made her feel younger, fantasizing of things asleep so long.
Ensisioning with an ache that told her she was missing something made
her panic at times, causing her pelvis to stir amid the rush of a
career and city traffic. It was as if her week were already planned
ahead, leaving little time to reflect on being a woman alone with
her own thoughts and feelings.

Alone now her mind wandered, taking her where she longed to be, or
at least as to where the ache in her breasts hinted. This was
unnerving - new to her - yet she yearned for more as if life were
closing in and smothering her youth.

Standing alone in front of the mirror she cupped her breasts,
lifting them as a lover would do. They are still nice she thought,
wondering how an attentive lover might them. Would he circle and
kiss them with his tongue making her nipples grow ? Maybe he would
knead them gently letting her feel the sensation of being a woman who
wanted youth.

Her hand moved down to her fairly flat tummy, then caressed her
hips. They too were nice for a woman her age she thought. Would a
lover overlook any flaws ? Her panties framed the scene of her body
as she slid a hand to her mound. Even her touch was new nearly,
though when she showered she knew it felt good to feel.

Her mind wandered to her lover as her thoughts took her from mundane
to more erotic thoughts. How would her lover find her ? The thought
of him seeing her brought moisture from within her - his touch and
kisses to her mound. She could feel her clitoris engorging and the
dampness forming between her lips.

Sliding her hand lower she found her clit, lightly touching
herself. She dipped a finger into her wetness and moistened it a
little. It was no longer her touching, but her lover and his lips
as she went with the warm feelings moving through her being. She
could feel her fingers locked in his hair, pressing him to her as
her back arched.

She moved toward the bed and retracted her standby lover from the
nightstand. Sliding her panties off she lay back, still seeing her
lover. Gently she eased the vibraotor in, then back out,
stimulating her clitoris. Her mind envisioned her lover, her finger
caressing his back and buttocks as he filled her.

She shuddered, then came as if he had gushed deep within her,
feeling the rapture of he and her together. It was a long time
before she calmed inside, feeling the stilling twitches of her
cervix. For now she held him - even if in her thoughts. For now her
youth took her where she longed to be.

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