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2.
Saturday dawned at last. A perfect summer day and traffic was light. There was no sign announcing River Oaks. One recognized the trappings of wealth immediately. The stately homes were set back, many behind stone walls with tall, wrought iron gates. Just driving along the wide ivy and oak lined streets and knowing that she was there by invitation thrilled Judith.
She slowed before a drive where a pair of granite posts held aloft a filigreed arch bearing a weathered green plaque engraved simply ‘Smith'. The gate was standing open and after the briefest pause to collect her wits, Judith drove through.
The drive wound its way up to a circle that passed under the portico of a Georgian Mansion . She was met by a silver haired black man wearing a white jacketed uniform. He opened the car door for her.
“Mistress is expecting you. This way if you please, Miss.”
His accent had an island flavor, Jamaican perhaps, she mused as she followed him into a cool, high-ceilinged hall. He did not pause but led her from one opulent room to another until, at last, he ushered her outside again through a set of French doors which he closed behind her.
Taking in the terraced garden leading to a swimming pool, Judith thought she had been left alone until she noticed the long, tan form stretched out in a low chaise lounge facing away from her. So much for all of her second guessing about what to wear, Emily Dawes-Smith had decided to receive her wearing nothing more than a pair of sunglasses.
“Well, don't just stand there. Join me, please. Blackjack is bringing you a drink.”
When she reached her hostess she held out a hand in greeting but it was used it to pull her down onto an adjacent chaise and kept hold of. While trying to find an appropriate place for her eyes, she began making her ‘Thank you for having me ‘speech but she was cut off.
“Just call me Em and you are more than welcome here. Let's not be formal, Judy. As you can see I am not dressed for it.”
Her laugh was rich and throaty. As she flashed a great smile at Judith from behind a pair of very dark Versace lenses, Judith became aware that her hand was still being held. She was searching for a reply when a bottle of coca oil was thrust at her.
“It is time for me to flip over. Be a dear, Judy and oil me up won't you?”
She was already turning so there was no tactful way to refuse her. Judith pushed up her sleeves and unscrewed the cap.
“Oh wait! I would never forgive myself if you got oil on such a lovely new outfit.”
New outfit? God, this woman had seen right through her. Judith thought she must seem like a complete bumpkin.
“Just take off your things and drape them on the table. Blackjack will put them on hangers for you.”
“But I…”
“Oh, don't mind Blackjack. He sees nothing. Don't be shy now. After all, you are a bit over dressed. You would not want to have me feeling uncomfortable in my own home, I'm sure.”
Again the warm laughter. Once more there was no way out without appearing to be some provincial little prude.
“Sure. Great idea.” Judith finally said.
Hoping it seemed as though baring her body before a stranger and her manservant was an everyday occurrence, she shrugged out of her jacket and followed it with the rest of her clothes as quickly and gracefully as possible.
Emily watched with amusement as the girl struggled to hide her modesty behind a casual front. She did so enjoy manipulating others. Smiling at how well her little seduction was going, she turned her face away and lay there loosely, basking in her anticipation of the girl's hands on her hungry body.
Judith was bent down, just stepping out of the white thong she had chosen, when Blackjack reappeared with a tall frosted drink in hand. He wore the same pleasant expression as when he had escorted her in. Clearly this was nothing out of the ordinary in his eyes.
Without a word Blackjack carefully gathered up her garments and shoes and walked off with them. Judith suddenly realized that she was trapped without a stitch until such time as her hostess chose to tell her where her clothes had gone. Blushing in spite of her best efforts at nonchalance, she took up the oil and settled herself down alongside her new friend's sun bronzed back.
Emily felt the warm drizzle down her spine followed by the brush of Judith's hesitant fingers as they smoothed the slick substance over her.
“Be a darling, Judy, and rub it in deeper. You may as well give me a little massage while you are at it.”
The whole situation was growing bizarre to Judith's mind. She was beginning to feel more like a handmaiden than a luncheon guest. Shrugging aside her doubts, she bore down with her fingers and began working the oil into the woman's undeniably attractive skin. As she started to knead Emily's well toned shoulders the woman made no attempt to stifle her moan of pleasure.
“Oh God, Judy, that feels delicious. I think I shall keep you at it until lunch is served… You wouldn't mind, would you?”
“No… If it pleases you, I don't mind, Em.”
Judith was thinking she must sound like a total suck up but in truth the feel of the woman's body under her hands was not unpleasant. She had never thought of another woman in sexual terms but being nude together under the warm sun and hearing the soft sighs of pleasure that her hands were bringing forth was somewhat sensual.
By the time she made her way to Emily's lower back muscles she was not overly bothered by her impromptu role as a masseuse.
“Do my ass, Judy.” Emily said casually. “I love having my ass massaged. I must take you with me to my spa some day as my treat. The girls there are fabulous at massage.”
There it was, thought Judith. ‘I must take you with me some day'…the promise of acceptance. With those words in her ears she compliantly moved her hands down to squeeze the firm globes of Emily's ass.
With a louder groan Emily spread her legs to allow the girl's hands a free play. Corrupting these bright and accomplished young women was always so arousing. She had singled out this attractive lawyer girl from several candidates she had invited to her annual fundraiser. Just another little whore at heart, she thought contentedly as she gave herself over to the sensations she was enjoying.
Judith could not miss the shift of the legs under her gaze. Emily's darkish pucker was revealed to her along with the flowery lips below in their nest of glistened fur. She began to feel a bit over heated as she worked her way down to the gleaming thighs. She studiously avoided any contact that might seem too intimate.
“Mmm. So good, Judy. You have me feeling all hot and randy now. Give me a little cum to ease things, dear.”
“I'm sorry, Em...I don't understand…”
Judith was truly wondering if she had just heard Emily correctly.
“Oh don't be a priss. Just dip your fingers in my quim and frig me a bit. It will be our little secret. Do yourself at the same time and we'll both have a little afternoon delight, darling. ”
The words hung there while Judith's mind raced. She knew she was being seduced. Perhaps used even. But then beauty, wealth and power…everything this woman had was seductive. And what was her alternative? She could cry foul, demand her clothing and leave in a huff. Remain the morally upright little lawyer who had alienated herself from a rich future. That was if Emily even decided to allow her to have a practice after such a scene. Judith knew that it was no longer a good impression that was at stake. It was survival itself.
All this passed through her head in seconds and her decision was to slowly slide her hands up the inside of those wide spread thighs.
Unseen by Judith, Emily smiled as she felt the fingers slide hesitantly into her slick pussy. She had won again. With her eyes closed she began to slowly grind her mound onto the towel beneath her, sucking Judith's fingers deeper into herself as she did so.
“Now reach down and do yourself for me too, Judy. Cum with me, baby.”
The hot perfumed air of the garden was heavy with silence. Judith could hear clearly the squish squish sound her fingers were making in both of their holes. She saw the two of them from outside herself and the very decadence of the vision grew a greater heat within her. When Emily at last let out a short cry of victory, it acted as a trigger and Judith's own head rocked back in open mouthed ecstasy.
When she regained her senses, her eyes focused and she saw that Blackjack was back, standing a few feet away in his immaculate white jacket.
“Luncheon is served, Ladies.”
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