Misty Night

Misty Night

Chapter 3: The warmth of a bed


After Delia left the room, Misty waited until she thought that the older woman was asleep. Misty then changed to channel to one that she watched at home often. It was hardcore porn--one of her favorites. One of the women in it had a hair style and color that bore a slight resemblance to Delia's. Misty imagined that she was in the movie. She let one hand dip between her legs, while the other went to her breasts. She began to tweak her nipple when suddenly a lighting bolt struck outside. The storm had gotten worse again. The thunder startled Misty, but after a few seconds she went back to pleasuring herself.

But then another bolt of lighting struck, this time knocking out the power for all of Pallet Town. Delia had no idea the power was out until it started to get cold. She began to wonder if Misty would be warm enough. So she went out to check on her.

When the screen went black, Misty was too lost in pleasure to notice as she kept pumping her hand in and out of her pussy. After she came, she realized that the power was out. A sudden draft caused her to shiver.

Delia walked into the room. “Misty, are you alright?” she asked as she walked carefully through the darkness.

Misty answered, trying to hide her shortness of breath from having just cum, “Y-Yeah, I'm, I’m okay...it’s a bit cold, though. Could you give me an extra blanket or something?”

Delia thought about it for few seconds. (I know this is sort of wrong, but...I can't help myself). “Sorry, but I don’t have any more...but...if you want...if you want, we could...share the bed,” she offered.

Misty blushed so hotly that she was afraid that Delia could see her glowing in the dark. A few seconds later she answered, “Okay. Just give me a few seconds to find my way over to where you are.”

Misty reached out with her hands to make sure that she didn’t walk into a wall. A few seconds later, her hands met something other than a flat wall. She had her hands full of Delia’s breasts. She could feel the older woman’s hard nipples through the thin materiel of her clothing.

Delia’s heart skipped a beat when she felt Misty’s hands on her chest. She prayed that the younger woman didn’t notice.

“I’m sorry Delia! I, I didn’t mean to...to do that! I-It’s just really dark!” Misty said. It took everything she had to move her hands.

“It’s alright...I mean, I can't find my way around easily when it’s this dark, either. Now take my hand and lets go.”

Delia took hold of Misty’s dainty hand, thinking how nice it felt. Misty meanwhile was amazed by how soft Delia’s hands were. They had an unusual warmth that was very pleasant and motherly feeling.

As soon as they got into the room, Delia guided Misty to the bed. The two of them laid down back to back. The warmth and the steady heartbeat of Delia was very reassuring and relaxing. As it put Misty to sleep, she thought to herself that she had barely ever felt so peaceful and happy to drift off.

As soon as Misty was asleep, Delia rolled over. Her heart was racing. It had been one thing to want to and even pretend to plan to seduce Misty, but now that the girl was right next to her, Delia was beset by doubt. (I know I shouldn’t...I'm only a few years away from being two decades her senior! I'm old enough to be her mother! But...I just can't help it...she’s just too pretty).

She gently cupped Misty’s face and lightly kissed her on the lips. The soft feeling and sweet taste encouraged her to try a littlie bit more. Her hand slowly crept down Misty’s back until it reached her ass. She gave it a very light squeeze, making sure that Misty didn’t wake up from it. Delia pressed herself closer to Misty and began to rub, trying to build up friction. Then she stopped.

(I shouldn’t do this...not while she’s asleep...but I just can't tell her! She's a beautiful, sexy young woman...what could someone as old as me offer her?)

Then, without warning, Misty grabbed hold of Delia’s ass and kissed her. After a few seconds, she pulled away. A single beam of moonlight came through the window. Delia looked at Misty’s face. It was bright red. Delia instantly regretted what she had done, Misty could tell.

“Don’t feel bad...I’ve always wanted to be with you,but I was never able to say anything because of how I felt about Ash...but if you have feelings for me, then that will make things a lot easier.”

Delia was speechless at first, too happy to say anything, so Misty decided to take the lead and kissed her again. After they parted, Delia found her voice. “Misty, are you sure about this? I mean, I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, but I’m...well, I'm a lot older than you...you're about the same age as my son.”

Misty looked into Delia’s eyes. “That doesn't matter to me, Delia. Besides, you look and act a lot younger. And besides, since Ash left, were both alone. We need someone to be with. To tell the truth, the reason I came here was because I wanted to be with you, if only for a few hours.”

Delia thought it for a few seconds. Misty's words had made her very happy, and given her back some of the youthful confidence that had helped to keep her young. “Since that’s how you feel, how about we go ahead and have some fun?” she asked mischievously, feeling more like her old self than she had since Ash moved away.

Misty nodded and kissed Delia again. Delia took hold of the straps on Misty’s negligee and pulled it down. Misty’s breasts were freed instantly. Delia’s hands immediately went over them, gently massaging. They felt firm but soft, rounded but with pointy little peaks in their centers. They were as perfect to feel as Delia had imagined. Misty moaned softly from Delia's enthusiastic play.

After a few minutes, the two separated. Without saying anything, Misty pulled the negligee over her head. Delia did the same. She then got down between Misty’s legs and took hold of the elastic band of Misty’s panties with her teeth. As soon as the cloth was out of the way, Delia placed her mouth over Misty’s hairless pussy, and she began to lick. Misty couldn’t do anything except moan as Delia’s tongue skillfully worked her close to orgasm. It was absolutely wonderful. Delia had experience and patience; she knew just where to touch and lick at just the right moment, never rushing the pleasure she was giving Misty. She took her time to make the rising bliss last as long as it could. Finally, the red head came, but Delia didn’t stop. Instead, she sped up, increasing her speed just enough to keep Misty's arousal high without becoming too rough for the girl to enjoy it. After a while, Misty came again, even harder than the first time. She gasped and moaned loudly as her thighs unconsciously squeezed shut around Delia's head, her hands grabbed the bedsheets, and her thin body trembled like a feather in the the wind.

When Misty was done, Delia lifted her head out from between Misty’s legs and looked at her. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. A thin sheen of sweat coated her entire body. After a few seconds, Misty sat up. She leaned forward and licked away her own cum from Delia's face.

As soon as she was clean, Misty pushed her down onto her back. She then moved on top of her so that their pussies were touching. She pressed her chest against Delia’s so that their nipples could rub together, and she began to move her hips. The two women were both in ecstasy. At first Misty did all the work. Then Delia took hold of her hips and helped guide her. After a while, both of them came.

Misty fell backwards. She wasn’t used to doing so much sexually, and was getting tired. Delia moved so that she was laying next to her. She brushed some of Misty’s hair away from her face. “It’s alright if you're too tired to go on,” she said gently.

“But I haven’t repaid you yet for before,” Misty said sleepily.

“That’s okay,” Delia said, giving Misty a kiss on the forehead. "Just get some rest, Misty."

She then pulled her in for a hug and pulled the blankets over them. Misty knew that no matter what she said, Delia would tell her to go to sleep, and she knew she was right. She really was too exhausted to do anything more tonight, and Delia's reassuring warmth and the comfort of her body embracing Misty's was too much to resist. She soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Misty woke up and found that Delia was gone. She put the negligee back on and left the bedroom. She could smell breakfast cooking, so she went to the kitchen. As soon as she went in, she was surprised to see Delia, wearing an apron and nothing else, setting some food on the table.

“Misty, you're awake! Why don’t you go ahead and sit down.”

At first Misty was a bit unsure, but soon decided to do as she had been told. Delia finished putting all of the food on the table and sat down opposite of Misty. As soon as she was seated, Misty saw that the front of the apron just barely covered Delia’s chest. The older woman began to eat, acting as if this was just a normal meal, but Misty found it hard to focus on the food in front of her. An idea suddenly popped into her mind.

“I just thought of a way to repay you for all your kindness,” Misty said with a sly look on her face.

“There’s no need for that,” Delia said, although it was mostly just a reflex. She was curious as to what Misty had planned.

She soon got her answer as Misty’s foot went under her apron and gently brushed against her pussy. A light moan slipped past her lips when Misty’s toe touched her clit. Misty reached up with her other foot and gently pushed her toes into Delia’s pussy. She then began to move them around. After a few minutes, Delia reached under the table and helped Misty slide her foot in deeper until there were several toes within her, while she reached out with one of her own feet and began to do the same for Misty. After a while, both of them came.

“How about after breakfast we take a bath?” Misty asked as she came down from the waves of pleasure.

“Sounds good!”

After they finished eating, Delia got out Misty’s clothes, which she’d dried last night before the power went out. She also got herself something to wear. They then took a bath together. The tub was more than big enough for both of them. As they washed, they talked about their feelings for each other and where this would go. Neither wanted this to only be a one-time thing. Each woman wanted a lasting relationship with the other, as lovers. Delia was still a little worried about the age difference, but Misty reassured her that it didn't matter. She loved Delia, and that was that. It didn't matter what age she was.

After they were cleaned up and dressed, Misty thought about something. “Oh, no...Delia, I’m still the gym leader, and none of my sisters can really do it, so I have to go back...darn it! I don't want to leave you...but I know that you can't just pack up and move away just for me...”

She was cut off when Delia kissed her. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve been thinking about moving for a while now, anyways. I’m sure I can get Tracey to help me out. Bottom line is, I love you and I want to be with you, Misty. I'll follow you wherever I need to.”

After that, Delia moved to Cerulean City, and she and Misty lived happily together for many, many years. A few years later, once Kanto caved in to international pressure and made homosexual marriage legal, the two women got married. Misty had lots of fun teasing Ash as his stepmom, making him call her "Mom" whenever he visited. They eventually decided to raise a family of their own, and, using artificial insemination, Delia gave birth to a little brother for Ash, and a few years after that Misty gave birth to a little girl, as well. They lived a long and full life as lovers and mothers to a wonderful family, and in the end, for all her worries about being too old for Misty, Delia still ended up never looking older than her wife, and even outlived her by several months.