Some inappropriate touching.

Abbie went forward into Anna's arms, thinking that the old lady just wanted a friendly hug. Anna's bosom smelled faintly of lavender and the teenager snuggled contentedly against the old woman's breasts.

Abbie first became aware that something was amiss when she realised that her jeans had been unzipped and the old lady's hand had slipped inside.

"Erm... Mrs Nevvil..." she began.

"Miss," corrected Anna.

"Erm, Miss Nevvil... What are you doing?"

"Just giving you a helping hand, my dear. Now why don't you snuggle here and let me take charge?"

The old lady's words seemed strangely reasonable and so Abbie snuggled.

Anna's hands slid inside the teenager's white cotton panties and began to stroke her soft pubes. Abbie felt curiously ashamed of her bushy thatch, but Anna said:

"You have a lovely soft pussy, my dear, I could run my fingers through it all day long."

Abbie didn't get compliments often, so she was inclined to let the old lady continue. At one point she gasped as Anna's expert fingers moved down a little further. Abbie clenched her thighs momentarily, but then parted them again to allow Miss Nevvil to proceed.

Anna's expert fingers carried with them a lifetime's experience of bringing pleasure to men and women. She genuinely enjoyed the look of rapture on a lover's face when they reached their climax. She had never married, because she realised that men grew less attentive when they married. As it was, Anna had never been without a date for the cinema or theatre, dined out once a week and rarely slept alone. She had men for gifts and flowers and women for companionship.

The teenager moaned softly as Anna's fingers worked their magic. Then soft moans turned to louder moans and gasps. The 18 year old felt herself losing control at the old lady's handiwork. She buried her face in Anna's breasts to muffle the sound as she cried out.

"Oh... please! Oh... God! Oh that feels... Ohhh!"

Suddenly a powerful orgasm ripped through Abbie's tender flesh and she became lost in the thrill of the moment. She gasped out in pleasure and the old lady cuddled her tight, whilst never once removing her fingers from the teenager's hot wet pussy.

When she was spent, the teenager began kissing the old lady, not thinking about what she was doing. Anna kissed her back with a surprising level of passion.