All characters are over the age of 18.

When I first started writing, I tried to create a location with an overlapping cast of characters to create my own erotic universe. But, between my inexperience and my ADHD, I really screwed it up. The original version of this story, Strange Flowers, was part of that effort, and it included ties to other stories and plot threads that should have been realized in following stories, but those never happened. So I have broken the old manuscript out of mothballs and fixed all that crap, gave it a polish and I hope you enjoy this version much more.

Lust in Bloom

Anna groaned as she rose from her bed. One of the worst parts about getting older, she had always felt, is waking up more sore than when you went to bed. She slowly flexed her ankles, hoping she wouldn’t instigate a cramp in her calves.

Stepping in front of her big dressing mirror, she stretched. Anna ran her hands through her long gray hair, finding one or two knots that she’d have to brush out. She ran her hands down her body, caressing her breasts, which were far perkier than she had any right to at her age. A breast cancer scare seven years ago required a double mastectomy, and she’d opted for one that spared her nipples. She’d added implants afterward. She’d had lovely C-cups before, and she replaced them with the same size. Her body showed its years, but she was still tall and lean. She scratched the curly patch of gray hair over her vulva.

Anna walked to the window and looked out. The sun was higher in the sky than she expected. She’d slept in. She enjoyed watching its rays slide between the limbs of the enormous live oaks that surrounded the house, draped with Spanish moss. Dark clouds hung on the horizon.

She looked down onto the patio beside the screened pool deck, expecting to see Jerome in his morning weightlifting. Watching him exercise was often the best part of getting out of bed for her. She wasn’t very surprised, though, to find Cora lying on her back on Jerome’s weight bench, with her legs held in the air. Jerome straddled the bench and was thrusting his cock vigorously into the big woman’s meaty pussy.

Anna smiled wickedly as she watched the lovers below. Jerome was her live-in lover and occasional caretaker, and Cora was her live-in housekeeper and occasional lover. She loved watching them together. Jerome’s tall, muscular, tanned body against Cora’s big, beautiful pale body was an incredible contrast in sensuality. Every time Jerome’s big, hard cock slammed home, Cora’s full round body would undulate erotically. Cora’s arms came up to encircle her enormous breasts, and Adrianna wished she were down there to take one of those big nipples in her teeth. Anna’s hands slid down to caress between her pussy lips, finding her slit already wet.

She moaned softly as her finger slipped inside her slit, but her pleasure was short-lived as she watched Jerome’s body rock and his head fall back as his orgasm rolled through him. The smile on Cora’s face said that she had been well pleased by the big man’s efforts. After five or six deep thrusts as he came inside of her, he fell forward over her body, spent. The humidity and their exertion caused sweat to run in rivulets off their bodies. Cora’s arms wrapped around Jerome’s slick body and held him tight as they caught their breath. Anna sighed and stepped from the window, letting the lovers recover unobserved.

***

Anna was spreading cream cheese over a bagel as Jerome and Cora stepped into the kitchen, toweling pool water from their naked bodies. They both smiled when they saw Anna. Cora came over and leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. “Good morning, Ms. Anna,” she said with a smile. “Sleep well?”

Jerome stepped up, slid his hand around Anna’s waist, and pulled her into him to kiss her deeply. He pulled back to look into her eyes. “Good morning,” he said as a statement of fact.

Anna smiled at him. “Yes, I saw that. Did you have a good swim?” Jerome smiled and nodded.

“I slept well, but I awoke sore. Would you mind getting the massage table set up?” She looked at Jerome.

He reached for the coffeepot and nodded. “Of course. Where shall I set up?”

Anna thought for a moment and replied. “If it’s going to cloud over, set up in the solarium.”

Cora glanced at Jerome and smiled knowingly. Jerome nodded. “As you wish. You should take a hot bath to relax your muscles first. I’ll be ready in the solarium in an hour.”

***

Jerome unlocked the solarium doors and slid them both open. The heavy sliding doors were very modern compared to the rest of the house and featured rubber seals all around. There was a slight sucking sound as the doors unsealed and a sweet fragrance swept over him.

He carried the folded table into the room and looked up at the tree. In the center of the solarium grew an impressive tangor tree, heavily laden with escort bayan şirinevler orange blossoms. This property had once been an immense orange plantation, but back in the 1990s, most of the land had been sold to a Florida land conservatory. Anna kept sixty acres along the Indian River, a brackish estuary, south of Melbourne.

When the skies were cloudy, as they often were on any particular day in Florida, Jerome spent a fair amount of time in this solarium, tending the garden here. But not when the sun was out. Even with the surrounding trees, the all-glass nature of a solarium makes it a cancer risk far worse than a tanning bed. Especially naked.

His eyes took in the room, admiring the birds of paradise flowers, eventually coming to the creeping vine that covered the trunk of the orange tree. The Blushed Trumpet, a rare and mysterious flowering vine. The trumpets had bloomed but had not yet opened. Based on the richness of their pink color, he felt it would likely be this coming weekend, as Anna had predicted.

Anna strode into the solarium as Jerome was finishing setting up the table. He looked up as she approached and her skin was flushed from the warm bath. She was tall and willowy, with fine graceful limbs. Her lovely hair was put up in a bun except for a pair of locks that fell to her cheeks on either side of her face. She smiled at her lover as he spread a towel over the table for her. The mature woman stepped up to him and kissed the thirty-eight-year-old man. After her husband Kenneth had died twenty-seven years ago, she’d had a few lovers. Live-in or otherwise. But Jerome was the only one she’d fallen in love with. And he with her. They’d been together for ten years now.

She ran her hand over his chest, feeling the perspiration from being in the warm, humid room. “The trumpets will open this weekend, just as you said,” Jerome whispered in her ear.

Anna took a deep breath, taking in the sweet smell. A shudder of excitement ran down her body. “Yes. I can’t wait.” Jerome readied the massage oil as she laid down on her stomach.

One thing that Anna enjoyed about her lover was his patience. They both knew how this massage would end, but he worked her body slowly, lovingly, with his powerful hands, as if they had all the time in the world. After she had turned on her back, he continued his ministrations, ignoring her engorged nipples and the wetness that seeped from her pussy. She took big even breaths, feeling her pulse grow faster in response to the pheromone in the air. It was mild now, but this weekend the trumpets would open.

Anna gasped as Jerome’s hands slipped over her breasts. When she’d chosen her surgeon for the mastectomy, she’d chosen the best, flying to Los Angeles for the procedure. Her nipples had lost very little sensation. Kenneth had been fond of saying, “You get what you pay for.” Of course, Jerome had been happy to massage them after the surgery. She’d recovered very well indeed.

After just a few moments on her breasts, she looked into Jerome’s eyes and took his big hand in hers, and moved it over her vulva. She spread her legs enticingly, and he smiled down at her as his fingers slipped down over her pussy lips. Her hips flexed as his fingertips slid into her slick opening.

Looking over, she saw Jerome’s big cock, swollen and pointing at her accusatorially. Anna reached up and ran her right hand through the little pool of massage oil that had gathered in the notch between her tits. She then smeared it down the length of his cock. She pumped it as his thick finger slid noisily into her wet pussy and they both moaned together. Anna felt his finger curl and find her G-spot, and he caressed it gently, but it was still too much sensation. She pushed his hand away, and he looked into her eyes.

“Now. I’m ready. Sooo ready,” she whispered. Jerome was a man of few words. He simply smiled and slid onto the table, kneeling over her. He helped Anna turn her hips and then moved his right leg over her left one, pulling her right leg around his hips. It was a position they had discovered to be excellent on the narrow massage table, where he was straddling only her left leg. She gently guided his turgid cock to her pussy, slick with massage oil and her juices. Jerome closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward.

Anna groaned appreciably as his thick length filled her. Her Kenneth had been an amazingly gifted man in the cock department. Jerome was a damn close second. She ran her hands up and caressed his chest, and he continued thrusting languorously into her. He reached forward with his left hand to grasp her breast and squeezed it firmly. She moaned as his calloused hand slid over her engorged nipple. An electrical current flowed between her pussy and her nipple, making the hairs on her arms stand up. Her entire body was alive with sensation. For the thousandth time, she mentally thanked her late husband for bringing that little escort istanbul plant home to their solarium.

Jerome leaned over to kiss her passionately as his thrusts picked up speed and force.

“Yes, baby. Give it to me. Oh, my love,” she whispered breathlessly.

Jerome pulled back on her right leg and pistoned his hips forward hard. After a dozen thrusts, the two lovers screamed together in mutual orgasm as his cock fired his cum deep within her womb. The feeling of his cum filling her brought her orgasm to incredible heights and her pelvic muscles clamped down on the rock-like tool within her. She could feel it pulsing as it deposited its load within her. Their eyes locked on one another as they trembled on the table, basking in the post-coital glow. Finally, Jerome leaned over her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him fiercely.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Jerome smiled. “I love you, too.”

Minutes later, they both stood in the shower of Anna’s master bedroom. The air-conditioned coolness of the house had raised goosebumps on their flushed skin and the warm water felt divine.

As his hands washed her body, Jerome spoke. “Cora says the shopping is done for this weekend’s party.”

She looked at him with a smile. “Good. Cookie has told me she and Mark will be coming.”

He nodded; his eyes focused on his work. Her body was older, with wrinkles and stretch marks as one might expect, but her skin was still firm and supple. Her active lifestyle maintained her muscle tone, whereas people who gravitated toward the couch as they got older did not. “That’s good. I know you are fond of your son-in-law and Cora loves them both.”

“Zaila is coming too,” Anna said with a knowing smile. Jerome met her eyes and smiled back. “I’m happy to hear that.”

She giggled. “I thought you might be. Cookie also says that she is fairly certain she’ll be bringing two more. An old friend from her school days.”

***

Two weeks earlier.

Grace smiled as the morning sun eased its way through the diaphanous curtains that hung over her balcony doors and wiped a bead of sweat from her cheek. There was a lot about her recent divorce that had gone her way, but being awarded the Cocoa Beach condominium was by far her favorite. A third-floor condo on an east coast Florida beach agreed with her. Let her ex-husband keep the big family house and deal with all the upkeep it required. After twenty-four years of marriage, taking care of the bastard, their two children, and the home, she was ready to be taken care of for a change. And at the moment, someone certainly was.

She ran her hands through Rick’s short-cropped blonde hair and moaned softly. She looked down and smiled at the youthful face that was lying on her sweaty breast, breathing deeply. A junior at the local university, Rick competed on the school swim team and had the body that went with it. On Tuesday and Thursday mornings, he’d been fucking the brains clean out of her pretty little head for several weeks. An occasional weekend booty call wasn’t out of the question either.

Rick was her first lover since the divorce and after finding evidence of his cheating with two female employees from his restaurant; she reveled in this bit of revenge

“Sweetie, what would your mother think of her sweet little boy fucking her forty-four-year-old neighbor?”

Rick lifted his head and smiled. Sweat was beaded up on his face. “Oh, I think she would be pissed. Mom doesn’t really care for you.”

Grace probably shouldn’t have been surprised, but she was.

“She doesn’t like me? We’ve only met a handful of times, passing in the lobby or the hallway.”

The young man dipped his head to kiss her engorged nipple for a moment. “Let’s just say she thinks Dad’s eyes linger a little too long when you go by.”

She smiled. Rick’s dad, Pete, was cute in a forty-plus dad-bod kind of way, but ultimately safe from any interest from Grace. She could never be the ‘other’ woman.

“I really enjoy your morning visits.” She could feel his cum dripping from her well fucked pussy.

He smiled. “You have ruined me for wanting girls my age.”

Grace laughed. “Nonsense. I’ve just taught you how to drive them wild in bed. Once word gets out, the coeds will chase you all over the campus.”

His face grew serious. “Do you think we could do more? Go out I mean? Maybe on a date?”

Her face softened. She’d been afraid of this. “Rick, you’re a very nice guy and a terrific lay, but I’m not looking for that sort of thing right now. I’m very happy with our current fuck-buddy status. Aren’t you?”

His face grew apologetic. “Of course! But I just feel so comfortable with you.”

Grace smiled. “That’s because your face is on my tit.”

Rick laughed as she pushed him off and rolled out of the bed.

“Go get cleaned up. You have class, and I have a Zoom escort bayan topkapı meeting in a half hour. Let’s get rolling.”

Rick rolled out of the bed and turned to watch Grace walk towards her bathroom. She was average height for a woman, with curves to spare. Her dark brown hair was the color of mahogany and her eyes were just a few shades lighter. After a chance meeting in their condo hallway, it had taken her about five minutes to seduce the young man, the afternoon of her last meeting with the divorce attorneys. So far, Rick didn’t regret a moment.

***

After her late morning meeting, she ate a standup lunch in the kitchen and then swapped her shorts and blouse for a bikini. Post-Covid, her employers had recently started calling everyone back to the office full time, but they had given her an extra three months to deal with the aftershocks of her divorce. She had just two weeks left and was dreading the return to the nine to five.

She worked on her accounts for another four hours and then headed down to the pool to relax. Once the sun sank behind the west side of the building, it cast the pool and recreation area into the shade early enough that it wasn’t crowded on a weekday. One benefit of Florida living was having pool weather, from early spring to pretty darn far into fall.

For twenty minutes Grace just cooled off in the deep end, her arms hooked over the ledge and her head resting on her hands. Then she did a few lazy laps and exited the pool. As she was setting her towel on a chaise lounge chair, a pair of young women were setting up chairs on the beach just beyond the fence and gate that led out to the beach.

From behind her dark sunglasses, Grace surreptitiously admired their young, firm bodies in their bikinis. She’d never been with a woman. But the more she looked, the more she liked the idea. The idea of taking a pink nipple between her lips made her squirm on her towel. She’d often thought that perhaps she was a little bisexual, but her devotion to her husband and family had pushed those thoughts from her mind for a long time. But now, she thought, now she was free to be exactly whomever she wanted to be and love accordingly.

The blonde was tall and lean, nearly skinny, while the brunette was shorter and curvier. Both were lovely and if wearing makeup out to sun yourself was a clue, they were there to be seen. Grace leaned back and let her mind drift until the girl’s conversation caught her attention.

“So, are you going to tell me about last night, or what?” the blonde asked.

“You really want to know all the filthy details?” she heard the curvy brunette say in an amused tone. The other woman must have nodded, because the brunette continued.

“I went home with a couple in their thirties. They took me home with them, where they wined me, dined me and sixty-nined me. They were just voracious, and between the two of them, I was so thoroughly fucked that I could hardly walk this morning,” she giggled wildly.

The blonde sounded amazed. “You were with a guy and a girl? I didn’t know you were into chicks?!”

The brunette sighed. “I wasn’t one hundred percent sure about it myself until that night. He was fucking the hell out of me, and she just dropped her pussy down on my face. Boom, that was it. I was a pussy eater from that moment forward.”

“Whoa,” the blonde whispered.

***

Grace entered the elevator and was nearly panting the entire way to her apartment. She was fantastically turned on. The idea of being between a beautiful couple, feeling masculine and feminine hands on her body at once, was the most erotic thing she could think of. She undressed and started the shower. Her hand slid down to her right breast and pinched the nipple.

Grace grabbed the loofa and squirted the pearly white body soap over it. After lathering it up, her soapy hands slid over her body. Her curves were all natural, and she took pride in that. She spent time in the gym and ate right, making sure she didn’t get too curvy the way her mother had. Grace had noticed both men and women admiring her recently, and she loved it. She dressed to attract their attention. The divorce had freed her to be exactly who she wanted to be. The hot MILF next door. She smiled as her fingers danced over her vulva.

There was a movie quote that she often thought about. “The strangeness of this life cannot be measured.” It was from the film Dances with Wolves. She reflected on her past domestic life and how it had led to this new hedonistic lifestyle that was just beginning and promised to take her to new heights of erotic pleasure. She couldn’t wait to explore it all and she knew just who to call to get things started.

***

Catherine had been her college roommate, but had been called Cookie her whole life. A feisty brunette, the woman had an incredible sexual appetite and the debaucherous situations Grace had seen her in, lived in her fantasies still. She had driven Grace crazy with her fondness for being naked in their dorm room. Though Cookie had married and not finished her degree, the two had remained close friends. Cookie and her husband had become far more sexually adventurous than she and Ed were, living as nudists and swingers.