I was in the shower, feeling really clean, ready for the trials and tribulations of another Saturday at home by myself. My husband had taken off yesterday afternoon to go fishing with his friends, another full weekend with the boys.
I stepped out of the shower and began toweling myself dry. I heard the chimes of the doorbell, and started to ignore it, and then thought, what the hell, it might be important. I threw on a short terry robe and headed down the hall. It was a warm summer Saturday morning, and the house was already hot. I might spend the day outside beside the pool, I thought.
I peeked thru the telescoping view finder and saw my cosmetics dealer walking away slowly.
I had completely forgotten that she was going to stop by and deliver
some suntan lotion today. I opened the door a crack and shouted down
the sidewalk, "Hey Clara, I'm here."
She turned around and smiled. "Oh, there you are. I thought maybe you
had forgotten." She came walking back toward the door.
I opened the door for her, and she stared briefly at my robe, her eyes
taking in my bare thighs. "Ah, you smell nice and fresh from the
shower," she said.
"To be honest, I had forgotten that you were going to show up today.
Bob went off with his buddies fishing, and I slept late."
I closed the door behind her as she went into the living room. She sat,
and I stood there, thinking I should go throw on some clothes, and then
decided that what the hell, it was my house, and I wasn't like, naked
or anything. I sat across from her.
"We have a new after-bath lotion, if you're interested." She laughed.
"I mean, since you just stepped out of the shower, this might be a good
time to try it."
She reached into her bag and came up with the typical white plastic
bottle with blue lettering, cute pink design on the front. It looked
like any other bottle of body lotion, cream, etc. It was one of those
things in the health and beauty section of your local grocery or drug
store: eeny, meeny, miny, moe . . .
She opened the bottle and spread some of the ointment onto her hands,
and I stretched my left leg toward her. She dabbed at my calves with
the palm of her hand, and I noticed that my robe had come open at the
bottom. It was a shorty robe, anyway, and it wouldn't have taken
anything but my bending over a bit to show my ass and my pussy.
I reached down and held the trim of the two sides of the robe together
as my cosmetic dealer rubbed my calves with the ointment. Her touch was
doing something to me, relaxing me, and I could even feel a tingling
sensation in my pussy as she pressed here and there, massaging my
muscles gently as she moved her hand.
She moved her hands upward slowly, reaching behind my calves, behind my
knees, and ever upward to my thighs. I was thoroughly enjoying it, and
sat there, allowing the pleasant sensations to make me feel languid and
rested.
And then, I realized that I had let go of the hem of my robe, and my
legs were spread. Opening my eyes, I looked at Clara's face, and
discovered that she was staring right at my pussy. The idea that she
was looking at my pussy actually turned me on, rather than pissed me
off or embarrassed me.
She suddenly looked at my face. There was a quizzical expression on her
face. I simply looked back at her, expressionlessly.
"You like that?" she asked.
I nodded. "Love it," I whispered.
She took that as a sign to move her hands closer to my inner thighs,
closer to my pussy. I didn't mind, hell, at that moment, I didn't care
what she did, so long as she didn't stop!
I spread my legs for her, giving her the opportunity to move her hands
completely up my legs. She leaned forward now, her hands manipulating
and massaging my skin as she got every closer to my pussy lips. I could
feel her fingers brushing my pussy hairs, and then, actually touching
my pussy lips. If ever there was a time to say, "Stop," that was it.
But, I didn't want her to stop. I spread my legs wider for her, and she
leaned even closer to my pussy.
I could feel her breath on my thighs then, and the sensation turned me
on even more. She was openly playing with my pussy now, moving her
fingers along the outer lips, squeezing and fondling gently as she
moved her hand in unison.
I felt her thumb gently touch my clitoris, and my legs jerked. Her
breath was ever closer to my pussy, and I closed my eyes, waiting in
anticipation for her to lick me, and lo and behold, she did. I could
feel her tongue dart out and lick my pussy lips, then my clit. Moving
closer still, I could feel her tongue gently probe my pussy, moving in
and out as her fingers gently massaged my pussy lips and my clit.
"Clara, I'm going to cum," I whispered, and she muttered something,
though I couldn't understand what it was. I came, my body jerking and
swaying with spasms of delight as I came again and again.
Slowly, she pulled away, and I looked at her face, glazed over with
pussy juices.
"Well, we'll just have to wash that off, now, won't we?" I asked.
"Huh?"
"Let's go for a swim," I said. "We have a closed-in back yard, and no
one can see us if we skinny dip," I said.
She raised her eyebrows. "Come on," I said, standing, pulling her
upright. "Get naked, and let's make a day of it."
That's exactly what we did.
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