Rose (F/f) By Dudetodude Note: I have re written an older story of mine and re posted it under my current pen name. Hope you enjoy it! This story is about an older woman and a young mother whose casual relationship had developed into more than what the young mother had expected. My name is Lacy and since my divorce six months ago, I have been living on my own with both my daughters 2 and 4 years old and trying to settle into a new life after 5 years of marriage. I have no family in town and with having to work and watch the kids, I’m pretty much overwhelmed with every day life. I’m 26 years old, 5’1″ tall, and I weigh 105 lbs soaking wet. I have short blond hair, a pretty face, and my breasts are small but perky. I have a defined figure that emphasizes the curves of my waist and hips so although I’m thin, I look pretty good. A nice little package as they say. Generally most men find me sexy and attractive but I’m on the shy side and usually don’t encourage or flirt very much. Well as I said, I was finding my new life as a single parent quite overwhelming. Once I finish work for the day, spend time with the kids and get them ready for bed, I’m usually exhausted and ready to call it a night. I was not in a good situation considering life wasn’t too bad just a short year ago before my husband screwed around on me but that’s another story. The two-bedroom apartment I live in is attached to another one the same as mine but the opposite layout. It’s a two-story apartment and the main floor has a kitchen, a laundry room, a nice large living room, and a half bath. Upstairs there are two bedrooms and a full bathroom. The walls in these apartments are paper-thin and I can hear almost everything that goes on in the next apartment and the same goes for my neighbor. Some nights when I’m in bed I would hear a banging rhythm on the wall that sounded like someone was getting a good lay. I could only imagine the scene since my headboard would be back to back from next doors’. One day I finally met my neighbor. Rose was her name. She was a very friendly lady, a widow, and I’d guess her to be in her late 40s maybe early 50s. Rose and I had talked several times outside while cooking out or picking up the mail and we both became fast friends for coffee and conversation. Rose was attractive in her own way. She was taller than I, about 5’7 or so. She was a little thick on the waist and ass but she carried it well. Overall she was what some guys would say “a looker” From what I could see, she had an ample amount of breasts which I was sure she either used a wire lift bra to hold them up or had a boob job done at some point in time. She seemed very pleasant and not too bad looking for an older woman. Over the last few months Rose and I had become good friends. She was a big help to me with the girls while I did chores and helped me clean up around the apartment from time to time so that I could have some free time. She generally helped to make my life easier and I appreciated having her around. Maybe she felt sorry for me since she knew my family was out of state and I had no one around for emotional support or to help me cope. I continued to live in the same state because of the joint child custody agreement that was worked out during the divorce. So, she was like a friend, a sister, and a mother to me all in the same package, at very needy time in my life. Rose had been a widow for 3 years. She never had children and her family didn’t live close by. When her husband Bill died, he left her a small pension and a life insurance policy to draw on so last year she decided to sell the house and get this small apartment. I knew she had a few friends in town but after her husband’s death, she told one time that she saw less and less of them since they were mostly her husband’s friends anyway. I knew that when Rose wasn’t working at her part-time job as a security officer, and is at home alone, she feels lonely. So despite our age differences and because of her circumstances and mine, we both hit it off and became fast friends. On occasion Rose would stay with the kids if I needed help or if I just wanted to get out for the night with the some of the girls at the office but for the most part, I didn’t socialize much outside of work. Money was tight for me, and so most weekends I stayed home catching up on things, shopping, cleaning, swimming lessons with the kids and hanging out at home watching movies. Rose sometimes came over on Friday or Saturday nights to watch videos with me and I enjoyed her company. Usually after the kids were in bed, Rose güvenilir bahis and I would talk, have a few drinks, snack out on munchies, watch videos and generally just be good friends. I was grateful to have her company and after a while I looked forward to her visits. As different as we were age wise, I liked her and I knew she felt the same towards me. More often than not on those late video nights we would end up curled under a nice warm blanket together watching videos and sometimes we would just simply fall fast asleep on the sofa. Then, in the morning we would wake up cramped from such a lousy sleeping position and we’d complain how sore we were. One night I awoke in the middle of the night. I had fallen asleep stretched out on the sofa with my head on the armrest facing out. Rose had fallen asleep sitting on the floor, her right shoulder leaning against the front of the sofa, and her head resting near the armrest facing me just inches away from my face. The room was dimly lit with the soft light coming from the TV set that was still on and I could see the silhouetted outline of her body through the dim light. She was so close I could feel her breathing on my face. Her mouth was just inches from mine and she looked so peaceful. In that instant I had a sudden urge to kiss her. In that moment I felt very attracted to her and a little confused about my feelings towards her. I wasn’t sure actually what I was feeling but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. I wanted very much to kiss her mouth, maybe as a gesture of gratitude I rationed because she was such a good friend to me but I resisted the urge. This was a strange feeling for me. One that I’ve never felt before and wasn’t sure what to do about it. To feel this way about another woman in a sexual way sort of scared me. I had thought about Rose in that way a couple of weeks earlier when I heard the familiar rhythmic noise coming from the other side of the wall from Rose’s apartment. I was in my bed well after ten o’clock that night pleasuring myself. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what she was doing and I had imagined her lying on her back, spread eagle, pleasuring herself. Thinking of her in that position while I was masturbating gave me one of the most furious orgasms that I had in a long time. I sometimes wondered whether she had company over there during those occasions but I knew better. I figured she masturbated at least 4 nights a week and right around the time I was getting into bed for the night. All I knew was that when I masturbated, I was sure to be quiet about it and when the vision of Rose played into my fantasy, I would cum furiously and multiple times. Prior to Rose I had never considered any attraction towards another woman but after meeting her and knowing what she does at night to herself, just inches from me on the other side of the wall, I began to lust after her while enjoyed making myself cum. On occasion I would even try to time myself so that I would cum at the same time as she did, to make the magic from beyond the wall. I think that’s another reason why I wanted to kiss Rose that night when her face was so close to mine. I had already made love to her, at least imaginary love anyway. I probably could have gotten away with placing that first kiss on her partly opened lips but I resisted at that moment and I moved my head slowly away trying not to wake her. I had a good view of her large breasts from the angle I was looking from and without shame I stared for a few moments wondering how they would feel to my touch. God what am I thinking I questioned myself. This isn’t right and yet, it would feel so right. It would feel so perfect, and so… Oh how I was resisting this. That night Rose had worn a low cut sweater and right now it was pulled down even lower by the way she was sitting. Her left breast was almost fully out of her bra and exposed and I was amazed at how large and round her breasts were at least in comparison to mine. I was tempted to gently feel them through her sweater and considered how bizarre the thought was. This line of thinking was driving me crazy and making me horny. What was going on with me, I thought? If I tried anything I thought, I would surly loose a good friend and besides, Rose was old enough to be my mother, she wouldn’t be interested in me anyway. I got up slowly tying not to wake her and I went pee. I heard the kids upstairs and that meant the beginning of another day. Anyway it became routine with us to have our weekend video nights every couple of weeks and I at least looked forward to them. Over güvenilir bahis siteleri the next few weeks after that night I began to think of Rose more and more in a sexual way. I reasoned that because I hadn’t been laid in so long that I was just unusually horny or desperate. At night, I would secretly listen beyond the bedroom wall next door and hope that Rose would get into her routine. When she masturbated I could hear her bed creak and as usual by now, I would try and cum with her pretending that we were fingering each other. I guess most nights I would think of her in that way and get very wet. I often wondered if she had the same thoughts of me as I did of her. What was happening to me? Maybe it was too long since I had been laid but I didn’t care to justify it anymore, by now just the thought of her would bring me pleasure and arousal and our little weekend parties continued. On those nights when the kids were acting up, they didn’t get to bed until after ten and on those nights Rose would come over later and already be dressed in her pajamas and robe since the walk over from her front door to mine was less than six feet away. Dressed this way, she said, “all I had to do was go home and crawl into bed”, and so it became the norm around here and she seemed to always have some new pajama set or robe to show me. Her collection of robes and pajamas were rather boring though, usually flannel gowns or flannel pajamas. I secretly wished that she’d come over one night in a sexy teddy since I didn’t have the nerve myself to wear mine around her and maybe she could have broken the ice for me sort to speak. Sometimes she wore a tight fitting silk pant set and top and that was nice but mostly she just wore flannel gowns covered up with a housecoat. Her night wear was much more conservative than her outgoing personality. So not to feel out of place I would wear my cotton Pjs bottoms and a an over-sized T-shirt. After a few of these occasions, I was more comfortable with the whole idea of both of us hanging around in our night wear and began going bra less and no constraining panties underneath. It was a lot more relaxing lounging around like that that to watch late night movies than sitting around in a pair of tight jeans all night. At least that’s what Rose’s comments were on the first night she arrived wearing her PJs, and I agreed with her. From that night on PJs was the dress code for our movie nights. We continued to get together for our video nights and on one particular late night, we fell asleep just like we did a couple of weekends ago and one of us, usually Rose would end up on the floor and sore. It was then that I remembered the sofa was also a pull out bed so I suggested we pull the sofa bed out and have more room to sit and stretch out. Immediately after I suggested, I realized how that must have sounded and wondered what must have been going through Rose’s mind. I felt embarrassed and hoped she didn’t notice it or interpret my suggestion the wrong way. Surprisingly, Rose thought it was a good idea and she readied the video while I pulled out the sofa. She casually mentioned that this was a great idea since she was always the one who ended up on the carpet. “At least this old girl won’t get sore and cramped up,” she said, and “at my age I can’t rough it anymore like I used to, too painful!” We laughed together about that and I went upstairs to find some extra bedding. Before I came down I stripped out of my jeans and T-shirt, removed my panties and bra, and changed into my pajamas. I decided to wear my plain Mickey Mouse long flannel nightgown. I felt a little self conscious when I noticed my nipples of my small breasts trying to protrude out from beneath the stretch material but for some reason I wasn’t bothered about it. I mean heck! it wasn’t the first time I was in my pajamas around Rose. It was however, the first time I wore Mickey Mouse without wearing a bra and laying beside Rose in a bed. Where was this going, I wondered? When I came down Rose commented how cute I looked with Mickey on. “Ah you’ve seen me in this before silly,” I said. “That’s the kind of stuff an ole gal like me would wear,” Rose said laughing. “I would have thought at your age you’d be into the slinky sexy lingerie. You have a sexy figure you should show it off not hide it!” she said. “I’d kill for a body like yours again.” A quick rush of excitement passed through me from pussy to nipples like an electric wave. I’m sure I blushed so I looked away just in case she noticed. “I’m pretty shy you know. I couldn’t run around iddaa siteleri in that stuff,” I told her. “I have some nice lingerie but I don’t wear it much because I freeze my ass off and besides I have no one to show it off to,” I smiled at her and she laughed. “Ya but even my PJs are always sexier than yours and I’m almost double your age!” she said teasingly. “You have a nice little figure, and you would look great in anything you wear, but you know that anyway.” Rose said as she slipped her robe off and sat on the edge of the pullout bed revealing her conservative but cute silky PJs as she searched for the TV remote control. “No I didn’t know that,” I commented, “I really don’t think so, at least my ex didn’t think so, but I’ll take it as a compliment anyway, thanks. Oh! and since we’re giving each other compliments, I think you look great in those, are they new?” I asked her casually as I went to get the popcorn. Tonight Rose wore a new silk pajamas set and she looked great in them. The fit was perfect around her ass, accentuating her hips and hugging her breasts perfectly. I had to catch myself from over staring at her. “Thanks” she said, “I was getting tired of the same old boring things just like I’ve been telling you, thought I’d spice it up a little! do you like it?” she asked. I told her I did and I was very careful not to make it obvious that I was staring at her breasts through the stretched buttons of her top. She was a little top heavy for it and she wasn’t wearing a bra either but the top looked good on her. “I always have to buy my tops too large or they fit too tight around my boobs. That’s the only thing I don’t like about it but it is comfortable though and it feels nice against my skin,” she said. Her nipples looked like they were trying to push themselves out of the smooth silk material and I unintentionally looked down at my own, maybe I should have worn a bra and I think Rose noticed. As I was getting the popcorn in the kitchen she challenged me to wear something sexier next time and to try to “out youth her” as she put it. “Lets see who can out do the other,” she explained, laughing about it. I looked at her with that “ya right” look and said, “Ok maybe, maybe next time”. “Oh shoot!” she said excited, “I almost forgot about the margaritas!” Rose got up, went to the kitchen, blended the mixtures she had brought over earlier with ice and came back with our drinks. I tried not to look too obvious as I noticed her in that top. I wondered if she wore it on purpose to tease me or was I just letting my imagination run wild, I was curious. We had plenty of pillows to prop ourselves up and we watched videos, drank margaritas and ate popcorn. It was like an all girls, all night sleepover party and I told Rose so. “The only thing missing are the dare games we used to play when we were kids, did you ever play dare with your girlfriends?” she asked. “Sure I guess so,” I replied. We snickered and played footsies under the blankets and watched “Nine and Half Weeks”. We had not seen it before but I had had heard about it. It had been her turn to pick this time and she picked this one. By the 3rd margarita I realized maybe it wasn’t the most appropriate video to watch in my state, I was too horny. I thought it was way too sexy but I didn’t want to say anything about it and left it to Rose to make her usual critiques. She thought it was pretty good and sexy, and I agreed, but by now I was feeling a little tipsy from the drinks and mentioned that I should cut myself off before I made a fool out of myself, and with that Rose got up and fixed us another round. We sat in that sofa bed and talked, watched some TV and I couldn’t help to shift and fidget to get more comfortable. Rose was doing the same and in the course of bouncing around we would innocently brush and touch up against each other. Each time we touched I would feel small electric rushes and a tingling in my pussy. I knew I was wet down there and hoped I didn’t show a wet spot if I had to get up. I admit I was in an erotic mood and I wondered if Rose felt the same way. I wondered if she was having the same thoughts of lust as well or was I just making too much out of this whole thing. Rose shifted beside me and I accidentally spilled some of my drink on Rose’s arm and hand and without thinking, I instinctively licked the spill off her arm and back of her hand. “Opps! we wouldn’t want to waste any do we?” I was referring to the booze. I knew then that I had too much to drink and began to worry because I got it all over the sleeve of her nice new pajamas. I told her I was sorry but Rose just laughed. “Don’t worry about it! maybe I should spill my drink somewhere else and see how fast you lick it up,” she kidded. “Maybe,” I said, and with that I gave her a shy looking smile and took another sip of my drink.