F/f, b/d by JYM
The Offer
The offer was as simple as it was shocking. And very tempting. I
was out working in the yard one hot July afternoon when one of my
neighbors dropped by. I'll call her Hanna to protect the guilty.
Hanna is a wealthy woman in her early forties. She made her money in
the shoe business and sold out two years ago to a foreign competitor
for enough to live comfortably for a dozen lifetimes. I've often
wondered why she stayed in our neighborhood of relatively modest
homes. Hanna is an attractive, fit woman with dark hair and olive
skin. She's not tall, maybe 5'6", and she's very fit. Attractive
without being flashy. She has a nice figure and long, sleek legs. My
husband thinks she's sexy for an 'older' woman.
I was kind of surprised to see her come through the gate into my
back yard. We've know each other for a few years but haven't been
really close. We chat once in a while when we see each other outside,
but that's about it. I was working in the garden when I heard the gate
open and I was a little concerned until I saw Hanna. I stood up and
wiped my hands on the legs of my shorts. Hanna smiled and said,
"Hello Jill, how are you today?" I returned her smile. "Hello Hanna.
I'm fine, how are you? Won't you sit and talk for a few minutes?" I
gestured at the patio chairs and we each took a seat. We chatted
for a while before Hanna made the offer.
It's no secret in the neighborhood that things haven't been going
well for us. Jim's business has been struggling for a couple of
years, but he's on the verge of turning it around. He only needs a
few months, six or eight, to be secure again. Just a few months more
without pressure and we'll be okay. I guess Hanna knew that and
decided to take advantage. Before I reveal her off I should tell you
a little about myself. My name is Jill Ashton, I'm thirty-one years
old, and have been married for 9 years. We have two children,
eight-year-old twins who were away at summer camp at the time. I'm a
tall, athletic blonde with a good figure (34c-26-35) and long, very
nice legs. I'm not beautiful, at least I don't think of myself as a
beauty, but I am attractive. My legs are my best feature, long and
sleek, nicely curve with firm thighs and delicately sculpted knees.
I'm not a prude, but I have always been a little conservative. But I
do like to show off my legs.
Anyway, Hanna's offer took me by surprise. She said she was having
a group of friends over the following afternoon for a garden party.
Hanna's backyard is fenced and well-planted with shrubbery and is
totally private, a good place for to have a party in the summer. She
asked me if I would be willing to tend bar. She had already hired a
college girl to be the waitress/barmaid. Before I could say a word
she continued on. "And I'll pay you $500. How about it?" I was
stunned. $500 for a few hours work? Even in our neighborhood that
was very good money indeed! I told her I'd think about it. I tried
to act cool, but $500 would be a big help to us. Hanna said, "Fine,
call me and let me know. By 5 p.m. today please. Oh, by the way,
you'd have to work nude."
I'd turned to look out into the garden and it was good that I had
because it kept her from seeing the look of shock on my face. I
turned back and said, "Oh, I don't think...."
She cut me off. "$1,000. Take it or leave it." Her offer took my
breath away. How could I turn down a thousand dollars? It would mean
so much. I wouldn't be able to tell Jim, but I could feed the money
into the household budget over a few weeks. I glanced at the garden
once more, then back at Hanna. "Ok," I said in a whisper. "I'll do
it."
Hanna smiled, "Fine, but first I want to see what my guests will
see." She leaned back with an expectant look on her face. "And you
can serve me a drink after you've taken your clothes off. Sort of a
tryout."
I got up and walked over to the edge of the patio. It was decision
time. I knew from the look in Hanna's eyes that there was more to her
offer than just bartending nude. And, shockingly, I found myself
becoming excited. I turned back and faced Hanna, staring at the
fence behind her as I peeled my T-shirt off over my head. Then I
unsnapped my shorts and eased them down over my hips. As they fell
around my ankles I bent and untied my workboots. I eased my workboots
off, then took my shorts and dropped them on top of the low stone wall
surrounding the patio. I straightened up and faced Hanna wearing my
plain cotton underwear and my socks. She smiled and said, "Leave the
socks on. You'll be sexier than if you were totally nude." I nodded
as I reached back to unhook my bra. My breasts fell free and I
blushed as I tossed my bra on top of my shorts. My breasts are firm
with no trace of sag. They're not really big (c-cup), but they are
pretty and my small, dark nipples are very sensitive. Hanna chuckled
when I blushed, causing me to blush even more. Then I took a deep
breath and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. One
quick move and then were down around my ankles. I stepped out of them
and glanced at Hanna. "What would you like to drink, ma'am?" I tried
to sound like a barmaid. Polite, but impersonal. Hanna grinned and
said, "Gin and Tonic."
I went inside and mixed her drink. Then I put it on a small black
tray with a napkin and carried it out to her. I set the napkin on the
table, placed the glass on it, and said, "Here you are ma'am. Will
there be anything else?" Hanna smiled and shook her head. "No,
you've done very well." I thanked her and started to turn away,
intending to put my clothes back on, but she touched my hip with the
tips of her fingers and said, "Wait. Don't rush away." I stood there
and waited while she tasted her drink. Her hand still resting lightly
on my hip. Her touch was strangely....... not unwelcome. She nodded
her approval and set the glass down. Then she looked up at me.
"Jill, how long has it been since Jim fucked you?" I stared at the
fence and whispered, "Six weeks." It never occurred to me not to
answer. I wasn't Jill the devoted wife and mother anymore. I was
away in a different world. A world where I was Jill the nude barmaid.
Hanna pushed her chair back from the patio table and then told me
to turn and face the table. I did as she asked and she told me to put
my hands flat on the table and spread my feet a comfortable distance
apart. Again, I did as she asked. She had me move to my left until
my leg bumped against hers. She had me slide my hands toward the
center of the table, causing me to bend forward from the waist. Then
I felt her hand slip between my legs. I closed my eyes and moaned as
she explored my sex with a delicate touch. I was quickly wet. As she
explored me I told myself that six weeks is a long time without sex
and I was weak and needed it, anything to justify submitting without
protest. I leaned over farther and turned my head to one side,
resting it on my right forearm. The hot surface felt good on my bare
breasts. Hanna expertly masturbated me to a long, wonderful orgasm.
I lay there, moaning, until it was over. As I started to move she put
her hand on my back and said, "Wait. Do you know what the bowling
ball grip is?" I shook my head. She chuckled. Then she plunged her
forefingers deep into my vagina. At the same time, I felt her thumb
press against my anus. I gasped and whispered, "No! Please!" But
she kept her hand on my back and pushed her thumb into my ass. I
could feel her thumb and fingers rubbing together, separated only by a
thin membrane of flesh. Then she lifted upward, raising my feet right
off the ground! God, it was erotic. I moaned and whimpered as she
swung me from side-to-side a little. Then she let me down and
withdrew her fingers from my vagina. I glanced back over my shoulder
and she smiled. "Admit it, you like having my thumb in you butt." I
blushed and nodded. "Say it," she demanded. "I like having your
thumb in my butt." She nodded. "That's better."
She eased her thumb out of my ass and wiped her hand on the napkin.
Then she picked up her drink and moved over to sit on the wall. I
straighten up and walked over to my clothes. Hanna called my name as
I picked up my panties. "Jill, don't dress. Just put your workboots
on and go back to what you were doing. You will need sunscreen." I
hesitated, then nodded. I went in and got a bottle of SPF15 and put
it on all over. Hanna did my back for me. Then I put my workboots on
and went back to weeding the garden. I found it extremely erotic to
work nude with Hanna watching. It was only 1:00 o'clock. It would be
hours before Jim would be home. A few minutes later Hanna called my
name and held up her glass. I walked up to the patio, conscious every
step of the way of how I must look, nude, gleaming with sweat and
suntan lotion, my breasts bouncing gently. Hanna's smile reflected
her enjoyment. I took her glass and went inside to fix her another
drink. This time, when I served it, she ran the tips of her fingers
over my long, silky pubic hair and asked me if I had ever been shaved.
I shook my head, "No, never." I turned and walked back to the garden.
A few minutes later I heard Hanna's chair scrape on the flagstones as
she pushed it back from the table. She walked down to the garden and
watched me weed for a couple of minutes. Then she picked up the small
garden spade that I'd left lying on the grass. I glanced up as she
approached. She crouched in front of me and told me to spread my
knees as far apart as I could and then clasp my hands behind my neck
and keep them there.
I obeyed. And watched as she slipped the shovel between my legs
and eased the handle into my cunt. I took a deep breath and moaned
with pleasure as she fucked me with the handle, deep and hard. The
smooth lacquered handle slid in and out easily. I moaned and
whimpered, it was so embarrassing and so wonderful..... "Oh god, yes!
Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Hanna smiled. "Beg." I stared at her and
begged. "Please, fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Please, Hanna! Oh,
please, fuuuuucccck meeeeeee!" As I started to cum she shoved the
handle in deep and let go. Then she grabbed my nipples and squeezed
them hard. It hurt like hell, but triggered the most fantastic orgasm
of my entire life! When it was over I was on my knees in the dirt,
the shovel handle deep in my wet cunt. I looked up at Hanna. She
reached out and ruffled my hair. "I'm ready for another drink. Next
time in the ass?" A long pause. "Slave." I glanced up at her again,
startled. She held her hand out in front of me. I kissed it. "Yes,"
I whispered, "in the ass next time.......mistress."
I worked nude the rest of the afternoon. Hanna had me roll in the
rich dark earth while I was all hot and sweaty. Dirt streaked my
flanks and belly, my tits and my ass, when I went to my knees and
spread myself so she could ass-fuck me with the shovel handle. By the
time the afternoon was over I was a dirty, sweaty, well-fucked nude
slave. And happier then I had been in years. Before she left she
told me that the college girl was a cute redhead, a dominant,
aggressive dyke and I'd have to amuse her guests by satisfying the girl
with my tongue. I shivered with anticipation. Before she left, I
crawled to Hanna on my belly and licked her shoes in submission.
