Deep in Desire: A Sapphic Age-Gap Romance

“Anytime! Now, go get your girl… or should I say much older, super hot CEOwoman? Ha! And don’t you go forgetting to fill me in on all the juicy details,” Sarah said with a wink.

Holly felt ready to take a leap of faith with Deborah to see where their connection could take them. With Sarah’s encouragement ringing in her ears, she nervously dialed Deborah’s number, her heart almost bursting out of her chest with anticipation. Deborah answered after a few rings, her voice warm and welcoming.

“Hey, Holly! I was just about to call you,” Deborah said in a cheery voice.

“Hi! Sorry, I couldn’t wait for you to call. I was thinking… how about we go out somewhere… properly this time. More than just a quick coffee. And somewhere away from the Indigo Lounge? Just the two of us?” Holly suggested, trying her hardest to keep her voice steady.

Deborah’s response was immediate and enthusiastic, “I’d love to! What did you have in mind?”

“Well, you might think this is a bit weird… but how about we go horseback riding? It’s something I used to love doing as a kid when I lived here. Is that too wild? It’s a crazy idea. Listen, maybe I just got carried away. What a stupid suggestion. Why can’t I just be normal and ask you to go for a burger or something? Honestly, I don’t know where I come up with these ideas half the time. You’re probably busy at work. How on earth would you have time to travel out of town with me and get on the back of a horse? What good would that do you? Do you want to go for ice cream or something?”

“Um, Holly? You can stop now. Are you going to let me answer? You’re talking at a million miles an hour. Chill, sweetie.”

“Sorry.”

“Horse riding sounds amazing. I’ve never done it before, but I’m willing to give it a try. I’ve fixed the issue at the office, and I’m taking some time off tomorrow. Are you free? We can make a day of it.”

Holly’s heart soared at Deborah’s willingness to try something new with her. They agreed to meet at 7 a.m. the following day.

5

DEBORAH

As they arrived, the morning sun was blaring across the turquoise sky, casting a warm glow over horses grazing in the fields at the ranch. Holly helped Deborah with her helmet and talked her through the basics of riding before they set off on a leisurely trail ride.

Deborah couldn’t help but admire Holly’s grace and confidence in the saddle as they rode side by side. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and the morning breeze teased strands loose around her beautiful face. She found herself stealing glances at the younger woman’s toned arms and how her muscles moved fluidly underneath her taut skin.

After an hour or so, the horses began to tire, and Holly suggested taking them back to base. The two women dismounted and walked the horses back to the stable. Deborah could feel a palpable tension between them, a mutual desire that had been simmering since their confessed feelings the day before.

“Thank you for suggesting this, Holly. That was amazing. I felt so free,” Deborah said, her voice almost a whisper. Her friend’s daughter smiled back with a warmth that sent shivers down her spine.

Deborah grinned from ear to ear, encouraged by their growing connection. “I’m so glad you suggested this, Holly. There’s something about being out in nature that feels so exhilarating, right?”

They moved closer together, their bodies almost touching as they continued to chat, the air thick with as-of-yet-unspoken desire. Holly tentatively reached out, brushing a stray hair from Deborah’s cheek. Deborah’s breath increased slightly as her eyes locked onto Holly’s hungrily.

Without saying another word, Holly leaned in, her lips falling onto Deborah’s in a tender and passionate kiss. Deborah responded eagerly, herhands finding their way to Holly’s curved waist and pulling her into her own, more voluptuous body.

As their kiss deepened, the hillsides and paddocks around them faded into the background. Deborah could feel every inch of Holly’s body pressed against hers, the heat between them igniting a fire that burned deeply inside her with each passing moment.

Eventually, they pulled apart. Deborah rested her forehead against Holly’s, their fingers intertwined.

“I want you, Holly. I do. But… your mom… I don’t know what to think,” Deborah murmured, her voice husky with both desire and guilt.

“I don’t want to talk about my mom right now,” Holly replied sharply. “Let’s just go to your car.”

Deborah led Holly to her car, their hands never leaving each other’s as they climbed into the back seat. They kissed hungrily, their bodies moving together with a primal need that Deborah felt in every cell of her being.

Deborah ripped off Holly’s top in a frenzy of desire, revealing smooth skin that begged to be touched. She traced the lines of Holly’s body,savoring the feel of the surface of her beneath her fingertips.

Despite the doubts in her mind, Deborah didn’t even try to fight what was about to happen. She opened her mouth to Holly’s, losing herself in the sweet taste and the sweep of her tongue as she explored Deborah’s mouth. She felt Holly’s teeth nibble against her lips. This was so much more than just a kiss. This was leading up to a point of no return, and every cell in Deborah’s body knew it. Her skin felt hot, and her nipples contracted into rock-hard pebbles against her light green buttoned shirt. The ache between her thighs was so intense that it took a monumental effort to stop herself from rushing to straddle Holly’s thigh and rubbing herself shamelessly against her hard thighs to relieve the pressure.

Seemingly in total tune with Deborah’s needs, Holly shifted in weight in her seat, and the hand that had been around Deborah’s waist now slipped up under her shirt, cupping her large breasts and squeezing gently. As Deborah groaned with desire, she leaned in, and her mouth traveled down from Holly’s neck until she found her breasts. She was wearing a green sports bra, and Deborah struggled to unfasten the complicated front fastening, butwhen she did, Holly’s firm, pointed breasts sprung out and bounced gently.

She sucked Holly’s small, pink nipples and bit them lightly, making her squirm. Deborah dropped lower into the footwall behind the passenger seat until she was on her knees and her hands on Holly’s hips. She bent forward, her mouth running down Holly’s stomach as her fingers found the button of her jeans. One flick and the button was open. One quick zip and the jeans were halfway down her lover’s legs.

“Holly,” she said as she kissed her above the band of her mismatched pink cotton panties, the ripple across her lips sending electric sparks zinging throughout her body. Deborah was wet now—soaking wet. And she felt the quickening pulse between her thighs; she wanted Holly’s touch. Her fingers. Her mouth. Her body.

Some coherent part of her mind knew that she should be stopping all this because if they allowed this to continue, everything would change, and there would be no coming back from it. She was about to fuck the daughter of one of her best friends.