Acquisition 3/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
The next morning before school, Bess called Pam and told her to that
she would meet her at a used furniture store at 12:30. Bess wanted to
start on "Pam's Room" in her house. The two women chatted excitedly
about what inexpensive furniture could be purchased for the "secret"
room at the flea market. They also discussed painting and decorating
the room. It was great fun, two friends out on a secret mission. Pam
felt like a kid all morning.
The "Girls" had a wonderful time buying an old four poster bed, big
vanity and mirror, a dresser and an overstuffed couch that needed to be
recovered. They ended their shopping trip at the paint store picking
out some dark pastel colors for the walls of the room. The two made
excited plans to refinish the furniture and create a hide-a- way for
Pam. Even though Pam knew she wouldn't be able to spend a lot of time
there, the idea of a place that was just hers really appealed to the
middle-aged housewife. She had never in her entire life had a place
that was just hers. Bess was helping her fulfill a dream that she had
never realized that she had until recently. The furniture was to be
delivered the next day so Pam and Bess went to pick up Pam's two
daughters at school. Bess treated the Henderson family "daughters" to
ice cream on the way home. Bess had a big cone as well, but a sharp
look from Bess kept Pam from ordering anything. When the girls asked
why their Mom wasn't having any, Bess said that it wasn't on their
Mom's diet. Despite that one awkward incident everyone was having such
a good time Bess was invited to stay for dinner. It was a wonderful
evening and of course none of the unusual parts of Pam and Bess'
relationship was discussed. But Pam watched what she ate since Bess was
there, after all she wanted to reach her fitness goals and make Bess
proud of her.
As Bess rose to leave she whispered to Pam, "Be on time tomorrow. If
you can get through your exercises quickly we can work on your room.
Also, come to the door with me now I want you to watch me walk home. I
want to be sure I'm safe."
Pam did as she was asked and hugged Bess goodbye at the door. She stood
in the doorway and watched her friend walk across her yard. When Bess
reached her own property, still 50 feet or so from her own back door
she stopped and turned to look at Pam. Then she slowly removed her
clothes and stood naked in the moon light. She waved to Pam and then
walked to her house carrying her clothes. Turning to look at the back
of the Henderson home one more time, she disappeared into her house.
Pam felt a flush rise through her neck to her face and she heard
herself catch her breath. Bill appeared at her side and Pam
jumped. "Did Bess get home?" he asked.
"Yes!" Pam replied, thanking God that her husband hadn't seen anything.
Bess had taken a chance, but it was exciting.
The next evening after settling her family Pam entered Bess' house
remembering to take her shoes off at the door like she was told. She
was a few minutes early and discovered Bess watching TV in the living
room. Pam smiled and greeted Bess with a bright "Hi, neighbor."
The sound was low but a distinct groan cam from the TV. Pam was shocked
to discover that the TV showed a naked couple making love. A muscular
man laid on his back while a busty blonde bounced up and down on him.
Her large breasts were being squeezed and pulled by the man. Moans
continued to come from both the man and woman on the TV screen.
"Bess, what are you watching?" exclaimed Pam. Then she noticed that her
neighbor had one of her hands stuck down the front of her sweat pants.
Bess pulled her hand from her pants and turned off the TV with the
remote control.
"PAM, don't ever question me like that," exclaimed Bess sharply, "do
you understand?"
Pam wilted under Bess' hard look. "I'm sorry Bess," replied Pam
sheepishly in a soft voice.
"Well, that's better. Let's go look at your furniture. It was delivered
today. Then we can have a workout. If there is enough time we can
decide how to refinish and arrange 'your' room." Bess led Pam upstairs.
Once in the room with pieces of furniture and a disassembled bed
scattered about Bess said, "I don't mind telling you about what was
happening downstairs, but you never demand an answer from me. If you
ask politely by saying 'please Bess, and thank you Bess', just like you
make your little students say. I might tell you." Bess looked sternly
at Pam and with a hard edge to her voice said, "Ask me Pam."
Pam gulped and said, "Please Bess, what were you watching?"
"That's better! Pam that was an old sex video that my ex-husband left
behind. He used to look at that kind of stuff from time to time. I
found a half dozen tapes in a box in the attic today when I was looking
to find an old lamp or two for your room. I was doing something nice
for you and you have the temerity to question me, you should be
ashamed."
"I'm sorry Bess," Pam replied looking at the floor. She felt real shame
at causing her friend pain.
Bess smiled at the contrite Pam then continued, "Pam, it has been over
two years since my husband left and I haven't had sex in all that time.
I know that you have told me that Bill isn't a very good lover but at
least you have some of your needs met and more importantly you have a
closeness and get to be held some."
Pam was shocked at this admission by Bess but it made sense. Bill was
not a very good or inspired lover, but she did have the occasional
small orgasm and she did enjoy being cuddled and held by her husband.
Suddenly she felt terrible for Bess. "I'm sorry, Bess. I..."
Bess' anger flashed, "Don't you dare feel sorry for me. I admit that I
was watching the sex tape and giving myself a little pleasure. I know
you once told me you never do that, but I don't have your options do I?"
Then Bess walked up and hugged Pam. "Why do you think I enjoy our
friendship so much, "she whispered in Pam's ear. "I need the closeness.
I'm your friend Pam, and your hugs are the only human touch I get. I
know you were shocked when I got in the shower with you the other day
but I just need to be held."
Pam' felt a love and need she had never felt before. It was almost like
a surrender. Something she had never felt before. She hugged her friend
tightly. "I'm here for you Bess, I'll help you anyway I can."
Bess straightened up. "Good, Pam. I know I can depend on you to do just
what I say, and to help me. Just like I'm helping you with your needs
and uncertainties.' Bess pulled away, "Time for our workout, Pam. Let's
hurry so we can put some of this furniture together later."
In the basement both women disrobed. Bess noted with satisfaction that
Pam didn't even pause before stripping off her bra and panties. Pam
dutifully hung both women's clothes in the closet. Bess smiled at Pam
when the housewife handed her the paddle without being asked.
After almost two weeks the routine was going much faster, and Pam's
exercise form was almost perfect. She was only slapped with the paddle
a couple of times.
After the work out Pam was breathing hard. Bess hadn't broken a
sweat. "Pam, I want you to 'assume the position' ." Pam not
understanding said, "Why?"
"That's exactly 'Why' Pam. You had the nerve to question me upstairs
and again now."
"I'm sorry Bess. Please..."
"NOW, Pam!"
With a droop of her shoulders and a look of resignation and shame on
her face Pam draped herself over the bench.
Bess couldn't help but notice that Pam's ass seemed firmer and stuck up
invitingly. Bess felt a delicious shiver run through her as she raised
the paddle high then brought it down making a resounding slap sound in
the basement. Pam jerked and whimpered as the paddle began its return
trip to the top of the arc, poised silently for a moment, then with a
whooshing sound returned to the soft rounded buttocks that looked so
beautiful, so vulnerable.
By the time Bess had finished, Pam was crying openly. Sweat had begun
to form on the athletic tormentor. But there was something else. During
the last few swats of the paddle, it seemed that Pam's ass had not
rocked to avoid the paddle, but had, in fact risen off the bench in an
almost imperceptible movement to reach out towards the pain causing
instrument. Almost a movement of welcome!!
Bess pulled Pam from the bench and held her tightly. "It's OK love, its
Ok," Bess cooed in the sobbing Pam's ear.
The naked women stopped for a cold drink in the kitchen, then made
their way to "Pam's room."
Once there they assembled the bed frame and talked about painting the
furniture and walls. Pam said that she could sew some slip covers if
Bess would get some material for the couch. Then she said she would
like to make a matching bedspread. The two naked women made some
measurements of the bed and couch. Then Bess said, "Let's hit the
shower, you will need to be going soon."
In the shower Bess washed Pam gently and was rewarded by Pam who was
much less inhibited about running a soapy washcloth and even her soapy
hands on Bess' body. Pam even commented about how hard Bess' muscles
were. Bess told her that Pam would soon be able to feel the long hard
muscles on her own body. As they dried each other Bess told Pam that
working out made you much aware of your body and she was sure that Pam
would find herself looking at herself and running her hands over her
own body as her exercising continued. "That's just a byproduct of being
aware of your own physicality. "For the first time in your life you
will start to love your own body Pam," stated Bess as she began the
ritual of rubbing cream into the bright red ass that was lying on her
bed.
At the door Pam pulled on her dress and stuffed her bra and panties
into her pocket.
Bess hugged her then noticed some grime on Pam's dress. "Pam what is
that?"
Pam looked and replied that it was some mess that one of her little
students had made grabbing her during class.
"Yes, I've noticed little messes on your clothes in the past. I don't
want that mess in my spotless house. Since we are going to be painting
and cleaning your room for the next few days and you already have so
much laundry to do between Bill, the girls and I-- let's have a new
rule. When you come into my house not only will you take off your
shoes, but you will also strip and hang ALL of your clothes on this
hook by the door. Understand?"
"Yes, Bess."
"Good! Tomorrow is not work out day so we can have great fun starting
to fix up your room," Bess smiled at Pam.
Pam hugged her neighbor and dashed out the door. She was beginning to
enjoy the feel of her breasts swinging naturally as she walked home.
****
The next day Pam hurried home from the pre-school and after dropping
her purse and school bag at her home she literally skipped across the
yards to Bess' house. She pulled off her shoes, and started to call out
for Bess. Then she remembered, she paused for a minute at the back
door, then pulled off her dress. She fingered the straps of her bra for
a moment then with resolve pulled down the straps, spun the bra so the
clasp was in front and unhooked it. After hanging the dress and bra on
the hook she pushed down her panties and hung them up as well.
Bess was at the top of the stairs waiting for her. "Howdy, my naked
neighbor, come on up to your room and let me show you what I bought
this morning. Pam felt more naked than usual. The daylight was
streaming in Bess' windows, until now it had been dark as the women had
walked through the house naked. Plus Bess was wearing her usual work
out clothes. Until now they had always been naked together. Now only
Pam stood, in glorious nudity, in the brightness of the noonday sun.
"I only have a couple of hours then I have to pick up the girls," said
Pam.
"That's OK, I'll come with you later, maybe I'll buy the girls another
ice cream cone."
Bess showed Pam how she had arranged the room and a dark red enamel
paint that she had begun painting all of the furniture in. "Help me
paint with this delicious color Pam."
"Are you sure about the color Bess?" asked Pam as she picked up a brush
and knelt beside the unpainted vanity.
"PAM! Have you forgotten so quickly. We can make time for a trip to the
basement if you need it. I work hard all morning for you and you
continue to question me!"
"I'm sorry Bess, please forgive me... Please, Bess, tell me why we are
using this color."
"That's better Pam. Tomorrow when we are downstairs for our work out
I'll remind you again about being polite to me. Now as for this color,
I have a great idea about this room that will make it very striking. We
will use only three colors in the room. The blood red we have here,
white and black. I know that you wanted pastels and frilly ruffles, but
I want simplicity and boldness. I think it suits the new Pam. Don't
you? Save the ruffles and pastels for your house with the girls and
Bill. I want this room to be different from what you have at home."
Bess continued, "I got the material for the slip cover and the
bedspread in the bag over there."
Pam jumped to see the material Bess had bought and in doing so her
paint covered brush bumped her thigh leaving a slash of red across it.
"See why I wanted you naked Pam," laughed Bess. "Be careful, you don't
want to get covered in paint." Bess reached out with her brush and
dabbed it across Pam's stomach.
Pam, getting into the spirit, lunged towards Bess with her brush, but
the athletic small woman easily dodged the brush and hit Pam on the
right breast with another splash of red. Pam moved towards Bess again
laughing, but Bess jumped behind her and ran the brush down her spine
from shoulder blades into the valley formed by the roundness of Pam's
upper buttocks.
"Stop Pam, before I get you completely covered. I'm too fast for you.
Lets look at the material," Bess laughed.
Bess pulled yards of black satin material out of the bag. "Can you sew
this?"
"Sure, but..." Pam caught herself before she asked the question. She
looked up and smiled at her neighbor, "Yes Bess."
"Very good, Pam. And we will paint the walls white. Let's get back to
painting. Why are you wiggling around so much."
"That damn paint on my back is running down, you know where!"
Bess laughed, "You mean in the crack of your ass Pam? Then say it."
Pam blushed, "Ok, I've got paint running down the crack of my ass."
Both women erupted into laughter and went back to painting the
furniture.
Soon it was time to pick up the girls. "Not enough time for a shower
Pam. That paint has dried so put on your clothes and lets go get your
girls."
The bright red slashes of paint against Pam's soft white skin had given
Bess another idea. For later.
Bess walked Pam back to her house carrying the bag of material.
The two women had a fun afternoon with Pam's kids, but both were very
aware that under Pam's clothes, her skin was decorated with splotches
of garish color. At the ice cream parlor Bess noticed a poster of a
clown holding a bunch of red balloons. She leaned over to Pam and
whispered, "Those balloons match the crack of your ass." Pam blushed
and whispered back, "my whole backside was that color after you
finished with the paddle the other night." Bess smiled back and
replied, "I think you kind of liked it." Pam didn't reply but Bess did
notice her squirming in her seat.
The next night was a workout night and Pam arrived after making sure
her family was in for the evening. She quickly stripped at the back
door and headed for the basement. She found Bess already working out
and soon she was also well into her exercises. Bess began adding some
weight to Pam's routine and demanded more repetitions of each
exercise. "We are making progress Pam. After the work out we will get
the "week two" measurements, then I owe you a reminder about
questioning me."
Bess watched Pam carefully. She really had the routine down and as much
as she would have liked to give her a smack, Pam gave her no reason.
What was surprising was how Pam looked. Even during the most awkward
exercises the naked housewife had the ability to look sexy. Something
about how she held her body, the curves and lines made her look very
smooth even when she was bent in the most obscene and revealing
positions. Bess finally couldn't stand not controlling Pam, so she
criticized Pam's toe raises. During this exercise Pam had a weight bar
on her shoulder and she had to rise to the balls of her feet from a
foot flat on the floor position. The exercise worked the calf muscles,
the back of the thighs and the ass as the buttocks squeezed tight at
full extension.
"Smack", the paddle fell onto Pam's exposed ass. "Pam you are not
staying on the balls off your feet long enough. This exercise will
really shape your legs, do it right!" The paddle smacked down again.
After the routine was over Bess measured and weighed Pam and recorded
the data on the chart. Pam had lost another 4 pounds and 1/2 inch from
her waist. The other measurements hadn't changed. "You're making
progress Pam."
"I know, I can tell a difference. I have more energy and my clothes
fell a little loose," the housewife replied, clearly proud of herself.
"Your chest hasn't increased but I think that your tits look a little
firmer. Do your bras feel any tighter?"
Pam blushed at the word Bess used but replied, "I can't tell any
difference, but you were right about being more aware of my body. I
catch myself looking in the mirror a lot more than I ever did before."
"That's natural for people who work out, Pam. You'll find yourself
touching and rubbing your body too. You will just feel more physical."
Then Bess added with a harshness in her voice, "Assume the position. I
have to remind you about questioning me like I told you I would. I
wouldn't want you to think you could get away with anything."
Pam looked at Bess with trepidation but silently bent over the bench.
Bess gently rubbed Pam's proffered ass with one hand then quickly
slammed the paddle down with the other. Between each stroke Bess
caressed the reddening ass flesh, then popped it hard. Pam sobbed but
didn't object. After a dozen strokes Bess dropped the paddle and
dropped to her knees behind her whimpering neighbor. "Don't move," she
whispered urgently to Pam. Slowly Bess took one of Pam's ass cheeks
into each hand. She could feel the heat from the paddling as she held
the soft flesh. Slowly she pulled the cheeks apart. Pam could feel
Bess' breath on the pubic hair hidden deep in her crack. Then Pam felt
a finger gently touch her asshole and run down to the fleshy folds of
her vulva.
Pam's body jerked and she cried, "What are you doing?"
Bess jumped to her feet, "Questioning me again!!,' she shouted and
began to rain bare handed slaps down on the tender flesh. Pam began to
bawl. In a few moments Bess stopped and pulled Pam to her feet. She
hugged her hard. "You missed some of the paint from yesterday. I was
just looking to see, so you could wash up in the shower."
Pam begged forgiveness and Bess told her it was OK now. Pam had paid
the penalty. Bess held her neighbor and stroked her hair. But Bess knew
something else. She had smelled the smell of female arousal on Pam and
her finger had felt a wetness between those beautiful legs that was
slick. It wasn't the moisture of sweat, it was the moisture of vaginal
lubrication.
"Let's go get a shower and I'll get that paint off of you, love," Bess
said as she draped her arm around Pam's naked waist and led her up the
stairs.
In the shower Bess decided to take their relationship to a new level.
She knew that Pam was aroused even if her conservative neighbor didn't
realize it herself. This wasn't about sex, it was about control. All of
the things that Bess had made Pam do was because she got off on
controlling her neighbor. All the things that Pam did willingly were,
at their basic level, about giving up control. The cooking, the
cleaning, the diet; and even the nudity and the spanking were not about
sex. They were about getting Pam to do what Bess wanted her to do.
About Pam surrendering to Bess. It could have just as easily been about
money or what car to drive. But Bess had stumbled upon something very
powerful. Control of the thing that is most precious to a person, their
body. Bess had taken control of Pam's body in many ways: Things like
what to eat and being naked. Bess was controlling, as much as possible,
what Pam's body would look like. Those were very powerful things.
Giving up that kind of control, or taking that kind of control of
someone was not easy. But Bess wanted it. She wanted to know that kind
of control and power. She had never had it before. Everyone else in her
life had run away from her dominating personality. But in her neighbor
she had found someone who needed to give up control. Give up the battle
that ground on in her life, day after day. Bess had no doubt despite
the uncomfortable things Pam did at her house, that Pam enjoyed her
time here. Looked forward to it as a time when she could turn off the
life that weighed so heavily upon her.
Now Bess thought it was time to go further go "inside" the person, take
control of some part of the soul. The way to get to that part of Pam
was through her family or through her morals. Bess knew better than to
screw around with the maternal instinct. Bess knew that you didn't
threaten a mother's children or fool with their relationship, because
you would surely lose. Besides, Bess genuinely liked Pam's kids and
thought that Pam did a good job with them. So there had to be another
way, perhaps Pam's sense of morals might be the key. And what greater
moral issue did people have than sex? What was more personal?
Bess was not bisexual, but she appreciated Pam's beauty and she was
lonely for human touch. She could do this. Bess smiled as she steered
Pam into the shower. Yes, sex was the tool that she would use to get
literally and figuratively inside her neighbor and bind her to the
control they both had begun to explore and both seemed to need. Sex
plus the controls like punishment already being used would make Pam
hers. "Finally, someone just for me," thought Bess. "Someone, for at
least part of the time, I can make into anything I want." The thought
made Bess shiver as she said hugged herself to the now wet Pam and
cooed, "let me help you get that spot of red paint off, love."
Pam was feeling confused. She loved her time at Bess' house. She was so
free here, without worry, without having to make the right decision or
say the right thing. Bess took care of all of it. Doing the mindless
tasks Bess had her do was not burdensome, in fact it was liberating.
She didn't mind the work or the workout, she rather enjoyed it. The
spanking had been a shock at first, but it made her feel like a little
girl as well. At some level she knew she deserved to be punished. The
warm blush on her ass that she could feel even now, hurt, but wasn't
hurtful. Was that crazy, or was it just more of being free? Knowing
that someone would praise and punish you. Lead you in the right
direction. And the nudity. Again she had been unsure at first, but now
she couldn't wait to get over here so she could strip off her clothes.
One afternoon, with Bill at work and the kids still at school, she had
tried walking around her own home naked. But it just didn't feel the
same. She was presented with reminders of the girls and Bill at every
turn. She just felt silly. But when she came to Bess' house being naked
seemed wonderful, freeing. And she was beginning to enjoy her body. She
felt better about herself physically. It seemed naughty at Bess' house,
but it felt right. And she was feeling sexier than ever before in her
life. Even sexier than when she was in college. Not a night went by now
that she didn't wish that Bill would make love to her. But he was stuck
in his once a week rut. At least Bess enjoyed the freedom with her,
something Bill would never understand. Her mind snapped back as Bess
slowly released her from a long hug. Pam's breasts regaining their
pendulous shape as Bess stepped back. Bess picked up the soap and wash
cloth. Leaned forward to peck Pam on the lips with a sweet kiss and
said, "Bend over Pam, let me get that paint."
Pam bent over, hands on her knees. Bess watched the water splash on
Pam's back, run down her sides and form little rivulets as the water
rushed down the swelling sides of Pam's tits. It was sexy watching the
water pour off of the lowest point. Little streams of water fell from
the tips of Pam's brown nipples. Nipples that were noticeably hard.
Bess kneeled down in the shower and soaped the wide curves of Pam's ass
with the wash cloth. Pam wiggled a little. "Still tender Pam? You are
still red from the spanking, buts it's a pretty hue." Pam just mumbled
something Bess couldn't understand.
With the soap washed off Bess leaned forward and lightly kissed each
cheek of Pam's ass.
"OK Pam reach back and spread your cheeks so I can dig out that paint."
Pam hesitated. "Do it! Its not like I haven't seen you," hissed Bess.
Pam reached back and halfheartedly spread her buttocks. Bess grabbed
Pam's hands and spread the cheeks wide. "Hold it there, Pam"
Reaching up with the warm soapy washcloth Bess began to run the
material from The top of the crack between Pam's buttocks all the way
down and under until the washcloth covered Pam's pubic hair. She kept a
steady pressure as she rubbed the cloth up and back-- over and over
again. It didn't take long before Pam's breath was coming in ragged
gasps. The simulation of the coarse material and the slick of the water
and soap soon had Pam's entire crotch warm and tingly.
"Is... I... Isss it clean... y... y... yetttt?" Pam moaned.
"No not yet, stand still and close your eyes, just a little while
longer."
Pam closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. The washcloth continued to
make pass after pass. God, Bess is getting me off. I'm about to have an
orgasm, thought Pam.
"Besssss, please, what. OHHH stop OOHH."
The movement continued driving her crazy and finally it happened. Pam
didn't want it to, but she couldn't help herself. Her orgasm swept over
her, causing her knees to buckle and to lose feeling in her hips and
legs. No feeling except the delicious warmth that was spreading outward
from deep in her belly.
As Pam staggered Bess dropped the cloth, grabbed her neighbor and
lowered her down on the shower floor. Bess Cradled Pam in her lap.
Pam's thighs flopped open uncontrolled as shivers of orgasm continued
to flow through the body of the middle-aged mother. Bess looked down.
Pam's labia were slightly swollen and reddish from the blood that had
engorged her female organs during orgasm. The pussy lips were pouty and
visible in the wet mat of pubic hair, as the shower water continued to
beat down on the women.
Bess let her hand trail down the beautiful body to Pam's cunt. Gently
she let a finger trail between the folds of Pam's pussy. Pam was still
coming down from her orgasm and unaware of the invading finger. Bess
slowly let her finger push between the folds until it was buried to the
first knuckle. "God, Pam's pussy felt like silk," thought Bess, "It is
like my finger is stuck in hot butter. What a wonderful cunt this woman
has, it makes me understand why some women are lesbians."
Bess rocked the tip of her finger in and out of Pam a few times.
Pam had buried her face in Bess' neck and was only now gaining control
of her breathing.
"Let see if I can get her to cum again," thought Bess.
She buried her finger to the second knuckle, and this time Pam shifted
slightly.
Bess changed her tactic and slowly rotated her finger in a circular
motion inside the cunt of Pam. The circles were small and Pam's arms
held Bess a little tighter.
Pam was coming down from her orgasm and felt the pressure of Bess'
finger as it gently spun inside her.
"Bess," Pam moaned. Her mind was a mass of conflicting emotions. "This
is wrong. I shouldn't... you shouldn't... "
"Pam it is OK, you need this. I'm telling you to do it. Listen to me,
its OK. You know that you need to do as I say. Close your eyes relax,
enjoy the feeling. It's OK. You're so good. This is just for you and me
it has nothing to do with your life outside my house." Pam was amazed
at the feeling of Pam's cunt walls. Her finger was now buried to the
hilt in Pam. Bess stopped the circular motion and began moving her
finger into the traditional fucking in/out movement. Pam's pussy was
very wet and the heat that Bess felt on her finger was amazing. Despite
being slick with lubrication the skin of Pam's cunt clasped at Bess'
fingers. How could a cunt so wet be so grasping? It felt like liquid
velvet on her finger.
Using her other hand Bess spread Pam's legs a little further giving her
invading palm more room. Pam didn't resist and began moaning on Bess'
shoulder. Bess pushed the heel of her palm down and began applying
pressure to Pam's clit. Very quickly Bess felt more wetness surround
her finger, and then another shudder wracked through Pam's body.
It was quiet in the shower. Only the sound of the splashing water,
Bess' excited breath, and quite sobs from the housewife and mother who
had just had her first orgasm with someone other than her husband. The
glow in her body couldn't hide the fact that she knew some new door in
her life had been opened, and some of the old parts of her life were
forever changed.
After resting, the women dried off. Pam couldn't look Bess in the eye.
But the routine took over and soon Pam was lying on the bed while Bess
massaged her abused ass with lotion. Only tonight Bess allowed her
lotion covered fingers to trail between Pam's buttocks and across her
ass and cunt. Bess didn't finger her again but caressed her tenderly as
if to show that it was all right.
Finally Bess whispered, "Time to go, Pam."
The routine got back to normal. At the back door Bess hugged Pam
goodnight and Pam slipped into her dress, sans undergarments. "Pam, you
are exercising well. Only your toe raises are not up to par. Tomorrow
is not a workout day but I know a way to help you with that exercise.
Its really important for your calves, thighs and butt." Bess looked
into Pam's face, trying to read her emotions. Bess could tell that Pam
was still unsure of some of the evening's events, so Bess added, "And
remember-- what goes on here between you and me is special. It has
nothing to do with anything across that property line."
Pam sighed, smiled for the first time since the shower and ran across
the yards, back to her family. She wanted to see if her girls had
gotten to sleep. Even with those family thoughts, before she crossed
into her own yard Pam realized that her bouncing tits under her dress
felt good and her nipples were hard.
