I can't ever remember receiving pocket money. Both Mom and Dad firmly believed that there should always be an equitable exchange where money was concerned, so from a very early age we had to do small tasks around the house to earn any money that came our way - well, except for the occasional birthday gift of money when we got to those ages where it seemed impossible to find suitable presents.
When my brother and I got to our early teens, it was therefore a natural progression to start looking outside for small tasks that would bring us in some extra spending money. For my brother it was things like car washing or helping neighbors in their gardens, and for me it was baby sitting. It wasn't that I particularly liked young kids, but I did seem to have a natural talent for looking after them, and it wasn't long before word spread and I had more requests for help than I could actually cope with, and although the money was never that great, it did get better as I got older and was able to look after older children, and it certainly beat the only other realistic money making opportunity for girls in my area which was the local fast food outlet.
So all though my late teen years I managed to get in a couple of nights a week baby sitting and do my schoolwork at the same time. I met some really fascinating people, and saw some really crazy domestic situations too, and I guess that helped me to grow up with my eyes a little wider open than if I'd just had my rather conservative family as role models. I even baby sat for one couple that were on the fringes of the fashion industry, so I used to get to try on some really lovely clothes and learn a little about make up too.
They were a really sweet couple, in their late 40's, but so focussed on their careers that sometimes I wondered why they'd bothered to have a child at all! especially such a belated one, but they did surprise me on my 18th birthday by having delivered some really lovely flowers and a sensational cocktail dress that they'd designed. I thought mom and dad would faint when I put it on and paraded around, it was in some kind of new material composite that really molded to every curve of my body - and by this time I had really developed some enticing curves - and was so tight over my breasts that I hadn't been able to wear a bra with it, so my nipples really stood out.
Dad kind of frowned, and mom blushed, but neither actually said anything disapproving as they didn't want to spoil my birthday, but I could see what they thought reflected in their eyes and in their somewhat tight expressions. It was left to my brother to boost me up again when he followed me down the corridor towards my room and said "Wow, Sis, I didn't realize you had such fantastic tits!" Crude, I know and typical of him, but it did make me feel a little better, although I wasn't sure if I'd ever get the opportunity to wear the outfit, I mean if I put that on to go out I knew my dad would freak. So, for the next couple of months it sat in my wardrobe, almost teasing me every time I opened it to get something, almost daring me to put it on, but I couldn't risk it in the house just in case mom or dad wandered by.
Then I got a call to ask if I'd baby sit for a new couple that had moved in to a house that had been built a couple of streets away. They were only in their early 30's but were work friends of the designer couple, who had recommended me to them. Even with the recommendation, they still wanted to interview me first, particularly as they would be going to an event that was going to last well into the night and I might be required to stay over, a situation that dad didn't really like, so insisted on coming to the interview with me so he could check out their suitability too. At first, that embarrassed me, but then I realized that he was only being protective and caring, so I let him come along.
Jeremy and Francine turned out to be a delightful couple, charming, well educated, erudite and both quite beautiful in their own different ways, so I was enchanted with them straight away. Surprisingly, so was dad, especially when they commended him on his thoughtfulness in coming and checking them out - he did have the grace to blush at that! The end result was that all of us were satisfied, so made the arrangement for me to be at their house by 6pm on the Friday night. It was as I was thinking about the baby sitting job, and the fact that they were in the fashion industry too, that I got the sudden idea to pack my new dress in with my night attire.
I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I changed into it when I was there and walked around a bit just to get the feel of it, but I'd have to reassure them that I hadn't organized to have a boyfriend over or anything, I decided to tell them the truth about mom and dad's reaction and how I didn't think I'd ever get to wear it out anywhere.
So, when I arrived at their house at 6pm on the Friday, and Francine had talked me through where everything was that I might need for young Jamie, I confided in her about the dress, and she laughed, telling me that her parents had been exactly the same, and when she'd actually gone into modeling and then the fashion industry they'd practically disowned her. I blushingly told her I could tell she was a model, she was so beautiful and sophisticated. She laughed lightly and gave a little curtsy, "Why thank you Felicity, it's nice to know I haven't lost it all together, but modeling is in the past, that's for gorgeous young creatures like you" she said. I blushed furiously, and just at that moment, Jeremy walked in.
"Hey, what's this about gorgeous young creatures?" he asked in a bantering tone.
Francine grinned, "Oh I was just telling Felicity that I've past the use by date for models, and it's gorgeous creatures like her that turn the heads now"
Jeremy walked over and hugged her, "Nonsense!" he said, "You'll never be past the use by date, and you'll always turn heads, because you're absolutely beautiful."
I thought that was the most fantastic thing I'd ever heard a husband tell his wife, and I could see that Francine was pleased too, then he turned to me and quickly looked me up and down, causing me to flush slightly, "But at the same time, I have to agree with Francine, you certainly are a gorgeous young creature and you'll be turning people's head for many years to come." He said, and I really did blush furiously. Then Francine told him about the dress, and his eyes lit up, "Oh, one of Mavis and John's designs, I wouldn't mind seeing that myself, they do some super gear" he said, then looked at Francine and looked at his watch, "Do we have time for Felicity to put it on now so we can see it?"
Francine grinned, "Oh yes plenty of time, I'm dying to see it too, why don't you go and slip it on in the spare room while we make ourselves a last minute drink" she said, and I didn't really seem to have much of a choice, so I picked up my bag from the lounge and moved into the spare room and started to quickly change, a mixture of fear and excitement running through me. It was only when I finished and glanced into the mirror that I had sudden reservations, for some reason my nipples seemed to be harder and bigger than ever before and were really standing out. But I wasn't given the time to change my mind as Francine called out and asked me if I was ready, so I took a deep breath and walked tentatively out into the lounge room, to be greeted by a low whistle, not just from Jeremy, but from Francine too.
Then they were both talking at once, commenting on the material, the color, the cut, the shaping, everything it seemed except the person that was in it. Then they asked me to move around, and I started to feel like a model on a catwalk, walking and turning to yet more chatter about the dress itself, I almost lost awareness of where I was. Then they asked me to bend at the knees so they could see how the material rode on my hips and buttocks, then lean forward at the waist to see how it held and firmed my breasts, and I did all those things totally unaware of exactly how much of myself I was showing, totally unconcerned at their references to my buttocks and breasts until Francine came over to make a point to Jeremy and actually cupped her hands under my breast and squeezed slightly, almost popping it out, "See how wonderfully this new material moves with the body" she said, "We really must ask Mavis and John if we can use it with some of our designs. Can you lean forward a little more Felicity?" she asked.
Automatically I did so, and her hands seemed to pull back slightly on the material and her finger brush against my hard nipple, causing me to shiver slightly and smother a gasp, I mean I didn't want to make a fool of myself while these two professionals were treating me as a model. I glanced up and was stunned to see Jeremy grinning and staring right down the cleavage of the dress at my ripe breasts, and heat suddenly exploded through me, not helped by Francine's hand which seemed to be moving in a slight caressing motion on my breasts and nipple, making it stiffen even further. But I knew I was just imagining it, after all, they were talking about the dress, not about me. Then Francine moved away and I straightened up, and once again they were talking trade talk about cuts and materials, and I knew for certain that I had only imagined things.
A moment later Jeremy let out a gasp as he glanced at the clock, "My god, we have to hurry, we certainly can't be late for this event, it's too important for the future of the company," then he moved over and lightly brushed his lips against my cheeks, "Bye Felicity, you would really make a great model," he said.
Francine had dashed out and grabbed her coat and handbag and came rushing back in and also kissed me lightly on the cheeks, "You know where everything is, help yourself to anything you want and let's hope Jamie sleeps right through, Bye" she said, and then they were gone.
Wow! I slumped on the couch amazed, excited and a little scared about what had just happened, even though I knew it was all just my imagination, my own reaction to Jeremy staring at my breasts and Francine touching them had really shocked me. I glanced down and again sucked in my breath at the sight of my firm breasts and my rock hard nipples, and I giggled, some model I'd make, I thought, first parade and I'm hot and horny from being looked at, what if I was having to model some of those outfits that showed almost everything? a shiver ran through me and my right hand automatically came up and cupped my breast. My eyes closed and my fingers momentarily brushed over my nipple, sending a huge shudder through me, and I squirmed on the couch, remembering how Francine's hand had felt.
Damn I mustn't think like that. I quickly took my hand away and stood up and walked around, trying to pretend I was on the catwalk once again, then I walked back to the spare room and posed and postured in front of the mirror. Trying to remember the way they'd told me to walk. Letting my buttocks swivel and sway and standing very straight so my breasts were uplifted. Then I leaned forward in front of the mirror and finally gasped aloud as I found myself staring not just at my cleavage, or even the slopes of my breasts, but all the way down to my hard, thrusting nipples.
With mounting trepidation I lifted my hand and tried to place it where Francine had placed hers and moved it back the way she had, and my eyes flew wide at the result. In tightening the side where her hand was, she effectively loosened the other side so that it gaped slightly, and everything was revealed! the whole of my breast and the whole of my nipple, god, no wonder Jeremy was grinning and staring! another huge shudder ran through me, and with a sense of shock I realized I wasn't angry over what had happened, I was incredibly excited, Jeremy had been staring at my naked breast and had obviously loved it! I chuckled suddenly, reminded of my brother's rather crude comment, well someone else obviously though I had 'fantastic tits' too!
My reverie was suddenly interrupted by a cry from down the hall, and I was immediately brought back to an awareness of why I was really there. I hurried down the corridor and found Jamie sitting up in bed crying, so took him in my arms and rocked him gently. Two hours and many soothing stories later and Jamie was finally fast asleep once again and I walked slowly back to the spare room feeling very tired. I eased myself out of the special dress, allowing myself just a brief moment of sadness at the thought that I might not get to wear it again for a long time, then slipped back into my original clothes and walked into the lounge to put on the TV and fetch myself a drink and some munchies. Settling down into the cushions on the couch and flicking from channel to channel trying to find something worth watching, but tiredness soon took over and I feel asleep, the TV still softly murmuring in the back ground.
It only seemed I'd been asleep for a moment, when the door seemed to burst open and a rather loudly laughing and crooning Jeremy almost fell through, only prevented from doing so by the steadying arm of Francine. I jumped up from the couch, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and I guess looking a little startled, "It's okay," said Francine, "Jeremy's had one or two too many as usual and made a fool of himself, can you help me with him?"
I hurried over and grabbed Jeremy's other arm and was surprised by how little he was able to move on his own as Francine and I walked him across the room and down the corridor to their bedroom, where he flopped straight onto the bed. "It's ok now" said Francine, "I can handle it from here, perhaps you could make me a hot drink, I think I need one"
I walked back to the lounge, then into the kitchen and prepared a nice hot coffee. Hoping that was what she had in mind. She arrived just as I was pouring the hot water. "Mmm that sure smells good, and boy, do I need it!" she said.
I happened to glance at the clock and was surprised to see it was barely after midnight, and she caught my glance, "Oh yes, I know we're back early, that damn husband of mine still doesn't know how to hold his drinks, and once he gets to that singing stage I just have to get him away before he wrecks any chance we have to impress in the fashion industry, oh, how was Jamie, not too much of a bother I hope?"
I told her about his waking and crying and how long it took me to get him back to sleep, and she grinned wryly, "Guess we've both had an evening we could have done without" she said, " What we need is something to brighten us both up - and she grinned - why don't you go and put on that fabulous dress again, you know you like parading in it, and I could show you how a model really shows the dress off to perfection, and we'll soon forget the problems of the evening"
I only hesitated a moment, the thought of wearing the dress, of being taught how to be a model, was just too overwhelming, so with a nervous laugh I danced off to the spare room and put the dress on once again. When I returned, Francine was in the lounge room sitting cross legged on the couch, clutching her coffee cup, there was no low whistle this time, but her eyes were on me from the moment I walked in, and she gestured for me to walk up and down in front of her, giving me little tips as I went.
Once again, the straightening of the shoulders and back to enhance the bust line, the extra wiggle of the buttocks at each turn, the need to smile constantly and occasionally throw my head back so my hair bounced around my shoulders and my breasts. Then she placed her empty cup on the side table and rose up from the couch to walk around me at close quarters, humming and nodding every now and again. "The only problem with this particular material" she said "is that it needs to be constantly smooth, with no protrusions, now I see you've been sensible enough not to wear a bra, but unfortunately the panties create quite a line and spoils the total effect, why don't you slip them off and see if you can see the difference"
I gulped, looking sharply at the door to the corridor, and she laughed, "Oh don't worry about Jeremy, he's out for the count for the rest of the night"
I felt myself flushing, and realized that I was acting like a child when I really wanted to be seen as a sophisticated woman, so just turning away slightly from Francine for modesty sake, I lifted up the hem of the dress, quickly peeled my panties down and tossed them onto the chair and let the dress drop down again, feeling the heat suddenly start to flow through my body. When I glanced over at Francine I could see that she was slightly flushed too, her eyes still lying on my discarded panties, and her tongue wiping across her lips. Then she shook her head, and turned to look at me, her eyes sweeping up and down my body, much as Jeremy's had done the first time, in fact, it gave me the same feeling of heat and excitement. She grinned and walked around me once again, "Mmmm that's so much better" she sighed, "such perfect lines now" and she reached out and brushed her hand across the material stretched over my tight buttocks, "Can you feel the difference? the new sense of freedom?, the new feeling of sensuality?" she asked, her hands still lightly caressing my buttocks.
"Yes" I whispered hoarsely, not entirely sure I should be enjoying the feeling of her hands on my buttocks the way I was, I even found myself bending slightly as if to press my ass cheeks more into her hands, and I think she detected it, as she moved around behind me and placed both hands on my buttocks, gently stroking and caressing, and I seemed to be holding my breath.
Then she moved closer and her hands slid around over my hips and up my stomach to lightly cup my breasts. "Mmmm, you are indeed a glorious creature!" she whispered, "Such a perfect, firm young body, just like I had when I was modeling!"
"But you're still incredibly beautiful and have a fantastic body!" I whispered back.
"Well I do try to keep in shape," she said quietly as if to herself, "And I do appreciate a beautiful body, mine or anyone elses..."
She was still lightly caressing my breasts and rubbing against my stiffened nipples and I was trying not to cry out with the sensations that were running through me, but when she took one nipple between her fingers and lightly squeezed it, I couldn't hold back the moan, or the shudder, and that seemed to wake her from her reverie, "Oh, I'm sorry, Felicity, I didn't mean to hurt you", she stammered, and she let go and moved around the front, "Can you forgive me?, it's been such a long time since I've seen anyone as beautiful and sexy as you, I guess I got carried away"
I quickly reached out and grabbed her hands, not wanting her to feel upset, "It's OK, Francine, really, I was just....you know...surprised"
She stared at me, a slightly confused and contrite look on her face, "Are you sure, I mean, I'd hate to offend you" she whispered.
I gave her a slightly tremulous smile, still feeling all that incredible heat flowing through me, still feeling the impressions of her hands on my breasts, "Of course, I'm sure, and I'm not offended, honest, in fact..." my voice tailed off and my eyes and head dropped down.
She let go of my hands and lifted hers to my chin and raised my head so we were staring into each other's eyes, "Oh Felicity, do you mean...um...do you mean... you liked it?"
I knew I was flushing, I could feel it racing over my face, but her hands didn't let me look away, and I stared silently into her eyes for what seemed an age, Then she smiled and gently caressed my cheeks, "You don't have to say it" she whispered, "I can see it in your eyes" and she drew my head forward and kissed me gently on the lips, and as she did so her hands again slipped down and cupped my breasts, and I moaned into her mouth. Her tongue slid forward and invaded my mouth and my own tongue eagerly came to meet it and dance with it, even though I had never kissed like this before, and certainly not with another woman.
Then she pulled back slightly and again looked me deep in the eyes, "Touch me, Felicity, please touch me" she whispered, a slight quaver in her voice, and as if in a dream I raised my hands and cupped her breasts also, and a shudder ran right through her. Then we were kissing again, deeper and more passionately this time, our tongues dancing wildly, while our hands fondled each other's covered breasts.
Then she was pulling away and moving around behind me and her hands were on the zipper of the dress, tugging it down all the way to the bottom, "Oh, I just have to see you, see your beautiful body naked" she whispered hotly in my ear, and I shuddered. Just that slight movement was enough to send the beautiful dress cascading to the floor, and I was naked, totally naked, and her hands were on me, stroking, caressing all over my back and my ass cheeks, and then coming around to cup my breasts and roll my nipples between her fingers, and a whole series of shakes and shudders ran through me.
Then she moved again, letting go of me and walking slowly around in front of me, letting her eyes roam hotly up and down my body, and I found myself lifting my breasts, thrusting them forward, wanting her to like them, to like me. Then she turned away from me and whispered, "Will you, please?", and I knew what she wanted.
With trembling fingers I reached out and began to slide the zipper of her dress down, all the way to the swell of her buttocks, and she gave a slight shake of her body to send it cascading to the floor and I gasped even more loudly. She was totally naked too, no bra, and no panties! the thought that she had gone like that to her party both shocked and excited me, and I found myself reaching out and cupping and caressing her incredibly firm ass cheeks, and I heard her moan, and felt her shudder.
Emboldened by this, I stepped forward and slipped my hands around her and lifted them to cup her breasts, and she leaned back into me with another moan. I was surprised and delighted at how lush and firm her breasts were, and how good it felt to fondle them, another shudder ran through her, "Oh yes, Felicity, that feels so good, make Francine feel good" she almost pleaded, and suddenly I felt incredibly grown up, all the fears and uncertainties rushing away, leaving only an incredible desire, an incredible fire burning throughout my whole body.
She turned in my arms and we were again kissing deeply, our naked breasts pressing into each other, our nipples playing a game of hide and seek with each other, our naked pussies rubbing sensuously against each other, and I knew that she was filled with the same fire and the same desire as I was. My hands were caressing and squeezing her firm ass cheeks and hers were doing the same to me as the kiss went on and on and on, and the fire got hotter and hotter and hotter.
Then as if at some silent signal, we slowly slipped to the floor, and she began to make love to me, slowly and expertly, her hands and her lips and her incredible tongue painting pictures of love all over my body, bringing to life parts of me I never knew existed. And then her lips and her tongue were at my pussy, brushing it like a feather, driving me wild, slipping inside and flicking over my super sensitive clitoris, and causing me to cry out in ecstasy. Oh god, I'd never felt anything like it, over and over again her tongue danced and darted in and out of my pussy, teasing, arousing, exciting, lifting me to unbelievable heights, and then sending me even higher.
And then I was exploding, my body bucking and heaving into her face, my juices pouring down into her mouth where she lapped it all up with her continuously darting tongue. I cried out so loud I was sure I was waking the whole neighborhood, but she made no attempt to silence me, instead, driving harder and faster with her tongue as I shuddered and shook through climax after climax, until I could finally climax no more and I slumped in an exhausted heap. She carefully, lovingly licked up the last of my juices, then trailed her tongue back up my body. over my heaving breasts, to press her lips once more against mine and kiss me deeply. I could taste my own juices on her tongue as she probed once more to dance a quieter dance with mine, Mmmmm, so beautiful.
We stayed that way for quite a while, just holding each other and gently kissing as my breathing slowly came back to normal, and then moved on. I found myself pressing her backward onto the floor and running my lips and tongue over her face and neck, "Oh god yes, Felicity" she whimpered, as her body began to writhe under my hands and my lips. Although I'd never done this before, I tried to remember the way she had done things to me and copy that, and it seemed to work, and she was soon moaning and crying out too, particularly when I started to slide my tongue into her warm, wet pussy. I was amazed at how sweet it tasted, and just as amazed to realize I wasn't doing it out of any sense of obligation, I really, really wanted to make love to her, I was getting turned on all over again.
I was down between her legs now, spreading then apart and spreading her pussy lips too as I darted my tongue as deep as it could reach. She had an amazingly long clitoris and I sucked it into my mouth like it was a miniature cock, and ran my tongue around and around it, and that seemed to drive her right over the top into her first orgasm. Her scream was so loud that I jumped back a moment, only to dive right back in and suck furiously on her clitoris again, then thrust my tongue deep into her pussy and lap the juices that were pouring down over the walls and into my eager mouth. Oh wow, this was so incredible, and Francine seemed to be loving it too, as she bounced and cried and shuddered and whimpered, through orgasm after orgasm until she too collapsed exhausted, breasts heaving uncontrollably.
Mmmm I licked her clean, then trailed my tongue back up her body as she had done to me, and allowed her to taste her own juices on my tongue, and she groaned deeply as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Mmmmmmmm, it had all been so special, so unbelievable, and I hugged Francine, knowing deep down that this first time wouldn't be the last time. I fell asleep with my hand cupping her beautiful breasts, and hers cupping mine. But not even a dream could top what I'd just experienced, I didn't think I was going to stop smiling for a month!
When my eyes opened the next day I was slightly disorientated, not quite knowing where I was. I quickly realized I was naked, lying on a couch, covered by a light sheet, but not sure how , where or why. Then the events of the previous night came flooding back and I sat up with a slight gasp, the sheets falling away from my ripe, firm breasts, and I hastily pulled the sheet back up again and looked around. The room was deserted, but I could hear movement and the light noise of plates and dishes being moved coming from the adjoining Kitchen, God, was it Francine or Jeremy, I thought in mild panic, had Jeremy seen me like this? I felt the heat flood into my face and looked around again.
Just an arm's length away were my clothes, neatly piled on a chair, not the special sexy dress I'd been parading for Francine when the night had turned sexual - I felt myself blushing wildly - but my street clothes, and I realized that Francine must have organized them for me. I slipped into them hurriedly and had barely finished when the kitchen door opened and a smiling Francine entered with a tray containing coffee and cereal.
"Ah, I thought I heard movement" she said, "and I thought you might need some breakfast before you go"
I felt the blush starting again and couldn't meet her eyes as memories came flooding back. She placed the tray on the table in front of me and bent down and lightly caressed my cheeks with her lips and an immediate fire sprang up in me, but she acted as if she hadn't noticed and started a light, inconsequential conversation about their plans for the day and what mine would be, and before long we were laughing and joking, and as relaxed as if nothing had ever occurred between us, and that was the way the atmosphere stayed until I finally looked at the clock and sprang up, saying I had to go or dad would kill me.
She laughed at that and quickly collected her purse from her bag and paid me the usual baby sitting rate plus a small bonus...for staying over for the night, she said, but when I looked sharply at her there was just a wide innocent smile on her face and I relaxed. I left with the feeling of her warm embrace and the tingle from her light kiss still lingering on my lips as I headed for home. Well, I'd certainly never had a babysitting assignment like that before, I thought to myself, and grinned, but, wow, I'd sure enjoyed it!
The next few days passed slowly as life for me returned to normal after that amazing night, but I'd frequently find myself looking at the dress, remembering and shuddering with pleasure. The days turned into a week and then another and there was no communication from Francine or Jeremy, and I was back to the rounds of my regular customers whose lives somehow seemed to have taken on a gray shade of boring normality, or perhaps it was just me, perhaps somehow I had been changed by the events of that night.
I didn't think I had, I certainly didn't go around staring lustfully at any women, certainly didn't feel any sudden lift in temperature or a dryness of the mouth when I saw my horny friends in their bikinis at the beach, in fact everything quickly returned to the regimen of study, work, sleep, study, work, sleep, yawn, yawn.
It was late Friday afternoon three weeks later that my mother took the call from Francine, asking if it was at all possible for me to baby sit that night. Apologizing for the lateness of the call, but explaining that a sudden emergency had arisen. Strangely enough I did not have a booking that night, well actually I did have, but it had been cancelled inexplicably the previous day, so mom, on my behalf - she and dad always looked after my bookings anyway to ensure I didn't do too many - told Francine that it would be ok, and she'd tell me as soon as I got home from College.
She didn't even react when Francine advised that it might be another late night that would require me to stay over, but I did when I heard, feeling an immediate and wild flush run through me. This time, however, as I was scrambling around getting myself ready in the brief time I had after College, I decided not to take the risk of taking the sexy dress with me, after all, I had to acknowledge that this might actually be another straight forward baby sitting exercise, and Jeremy wouldn't get drunk again and Francine wouldn't....my thinking stopped there as heat almost overwhelmed me and I dashed into the shower and stood for an age under a very, very cool spray.
I stood in front of the door of Jeremy and Francine's house and composed myself before ringing the door bell. When the door opened, Francine was standing there with a warm, welcoming smile on her face, and as she ushered me in, she gave me a brief hug that still managed to send shivers through me, then walked me into the kitchen and placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of me, "I knew you'd be bang on time" she said with a grin, "Punctuality and reliability were two of the things that everyone said about you, and convinced us that you were the right person to look after Jamie when we were away"
I flushed with embarrassment at her compliment, then noticed that her smile had quickly disappeared and a small frown replace it. "Is something wrong?" I asked, then glanced around, realizing that I hadn't seen or heard anything of Jeremy or Jamie since my arrival.
She seemed to flush just slightly, then raised her eyes to mine and took a deep breath, "Well, I have a bit of a confession to make" she said, hesitantly, "Jeremy has taken Jamie to his mothers for the weekend, so you won't be needed as a baby sitter tonight." she stopped and took in another deep breath, then plunged on, "In fact, there was never a baby sitting job at all tonight, but I knew if I told your mother and father the real reason for asking you here they probably wouldn't have let you come"
She stood up and walked around the room, stopping to look out the window at the fading summer sunshine, "I guess I should just tell it as it is, and if you're upset or offended, then you can go home and tell your parents that one of us had fallen sick or something and the evening had been cancelled, and, of course, you'd still be paid for the inconvenience," she said, and returned to sit at the table and finally look me in the eye.
"After Jeremy and Jamie left for his visit to his mother this morning I got a sudden call from a very important client wanting to see some of our designs urgently. I guess you realized from what we said last time that we're trying to get ourselves established in the industry, and every single client is of vital importance in that building process, well, when Mary Squire said she needed to see the gear tonight I almost died, I mean it's virtually impossible to get any of the top models at short notice, and a model is so vital to the impact clothes can have on a buyer, particularly one of Mary's stature. She represents one of the largest Boutique chains in the country, and if we can get our designs in there, well, the future of the business is assured."
I listened in awe to her talk, I could see the excitement and the determination in her eyes as she spoke and could feel myself being lifted and carried along by her enthusiasm, wow, this was what the fashion world was all about, dreams and corporate wheeling and dealing. "I understand" I said, almost breathlessly, "But what does it have to do with me?"
She flushed slightly and took another deep breath, "Well last time you were here you paraded that creation of Mavis and John's, and I'm sure you remember Jeremy saying that you were a natural as a model, graceful and beautiful, and I've never know Jeremy to be wrong about these things. He used to be a photographer, so he has an eye for what appeals to people and he's seen and photographed so many models that he can practically pick them at first glance, and he certainly picked you, in fact he hasn't stopped raving about you since that night" she said.
I felt myself go bright red, although most of it was pleasure and delight at the fact that Jeremy had seen something so special in me, something I'd certainly never seen.
"Anyway, to cut a long story short," she continued, "after I'd made a number of unsuccessful calls to modeling agencies, it suddenly hit me that you would be the perfect person to model our clothes for Mary, particularly as it was going to have to be an evening assignment, which is something most professional models avoid as often as possible"
"Me!" I almost squealed, "But I've never done any modeling, oh I'd ruin your chances, oh I couldn't!"
She smiled warmly and reached across and lightly brushed my arm, "Oh, I know all that, but I've also seen you parade, and I know that Jeremy's right, you're a natural, don't forget, I was a model myself once, so I know what it takes, and you have what it takes. But before you decide, why don't I show you the designs we've created, and if you don't like them or still feel that you can't do it, I'll ring Mary and make some excuse to cancel the session" she said.
I felt terrible as I followed her out of the kitchen, knowing that she was relying on me, knowing that their whole business might be in jeopardy if she cancelled , yet feeling incredibly scared at the prospect of parading and perhaps ruining her chances by messing that up. She walked down into the master bedroom and opened a special, large walk in wardrobe and clicked on the light and I gasped in astonishment, arrayed before me was a smorgasbord of exotic .. and sometimes erotic.. dresses and lingerie. It was like suddenly being thrust into Aladdin's cave and being blinded by the jewels in the boxes, although this time it was the jewels of fashion, every girls secret dream and fantasy seemed to be sparkling in front of me. I tentatively reached out and brushed my hands over some of the soft, shimmering materials, and she watched my face as she did so, seeing the delight and the awe in my expression, "Beautiful clothes need a beautiful woman to set them off, and you are extremely beautiful, Felicity", she said, and her voice seemed to have taken on a new timbre, one that reminded me of our previous time together, and sent a chill of delight rushing through me. Suddenly I knew I was going to do it for her, and as I turned around and our eyes met, she knew also, and she drew me to her, kissing me lightly on the lips and whispering thank you into my ear as she held me close.
Then she stepped away, and was suddenly all business, drawing out the particular creations she wanted to show to Mary, and I gasped and sighed as they were placed on the bed. Half a dozen of the most beautiful, sensual dresses I had ever seen, in a variety of sometimes subtle and sometimes bold colors. Then she hesitated and glanced at me as if thinking, then with a half lift of her shoulders she reached in and brought out some of the exotic lingerie, "I'm not sure if you'd be prepared to model these" she whispered, "and I'll understand, because some of them are very revealing, but they are a part of what we want to sell to Mary's chain of Boutiques, so......?"
I looked at then and felt my throat go dry, I picked up one of the sets and realized immediately that they would be almost completely transparent when on my skin, that I'd be parading almost naked in front of this buyer, this woman, and I flushed deeply. Seeing that, Francine lightly touched my arm, "I understand" she said softly, "The first time I had to do a lingerie shoot I almost died of embarrassment, but I found after the very first one that nobody was really looking at me, no one was really seeing my body, they were all too busy chatting about the material and the cut and all the technical things ... then she grinned ... in fact when I got back from that first parade down the catwalk I found I was actually angry that no one had paid any attention to me or my body"
I laughed along with her, remembering my own feelings when she and Jeremy were talking all about the cut and material of the dress I'd paraded last time, instead of admiring me, so I hugged her briefly and said, "Of course I'll wear them, I'll parade everything you want me to .. gulp .. if you really think I can, I mean I don't want to let you down" I stammered.
She placed a finger across my mouth and smiled almost lovingly across at me, "You will be perfect, I know it, and Mary will be here in less than an hour and I have to do your make up and everything, so let's get started" she said, and leaned forward and kissed me, this time not so briefly, and I momentarily felt her tongue slip forward and brush over mine ... or was it just my overexcited imagination?
The next hour seemed to fly by in a flurry of activity. I quickly learned that throwing a little make up on at home was vastly different to being 'made up' for modeling, and I was amazed at the difference when I saw the final result in the big mirror, gosh, even I thought I looked beautiful, and that was very rare indeed, normally all I saw was my imperfections, my slightly large nose, my slightly crooked left eyebrow, etc. but now, wow, I looked stunning! and Francine laughed at my obvious amazement and delight. Then It was straight on to sorting out which outfits I'd have to wear and in what order, as Francine told me it was important not to keep Mary waiting too long between each different outfit, so it would be rush back, slip out of one, slip into the other and back into the lounge room, which for someone who normally took a month of Sundays getting dressed was going to be a huge lesson indeed.
I was pleased, and a little relieved, when Francine decided to go with the slightly more formal dresses first, then on to the more risque ones, before finishing with the lingerie. I was holding the last show piece in my hands, still a little shocked by it's brevity and see through nature, when the door bell rang and Francine went hurtling down the corridor, yelling back at me, "Put the first dress on and I'll call you when I'm ready". I did as she asked. Careful not to crease it in any way, and stood there waiting nervously to be called. A moment of outright panic set in, oh god, what if I made a huge fool of myself, worse still what if I ruined everything for Francine and Jeremy? I stared in the mirror, unable to hide the smile of delight that lit my face as I saw again the amazing make up job, and it was as I was basking in that small glow of self appreciation that Francine called me in for the first time.
I squared my shoulders and marched as purposefully as possible down the corridor into the lounge room, remembering all the tips about shoulders back, chest out, sway those hips and most of all 'Smile', that Francine had drummed into me the previous week and again as we were working through the make up. I stepped inside the door and tried to put the widest smile possible on my face, as I marched, or slunk, or tottered across the room. In my feverish mind I was doing all three, but I saw Francine's bright smile of encouragement, and that lifted me up.
Then I heard Francine going into her spiel about the cut of the outfit, the material it was made of and the age bracket it was specifically aimed at, and I started to relax. At one point I was called over so that Mary could feel the texture of the material, and for the first time I dared to actually look at her. I was surprised, I'm not sure why, perhaps I expected a buyer for a large chain store group to be somewhat mature and maybe even a little hard nosed, but Mary was beautiful in her own right, dressed beautifully and obviously quite sophisticated and knowledgeable. I guessed she would be in her early to middle thirties, she had blonde hair cut quite short, but obviously quite natural, and when she stood to walk around me, was quite tall, at least a couple of inches above my own 5ft 8.
Then Francine asked me to parade the next dress and I hurried out of the room as quickly as possible, without spoiling things by running. But once out of sight I raced down the corridor, into the bedroom, slipped off the first dress and slipped into the second and raced back to the lounge again. Slowing as I got close so my entrance would be as polished as I could manage. All nerves had gone now, I was totally focussed on doing the best job I could for Francine, strutting and posing as Mary or Francine directed to give them the best view of the product. Never the less I was pleased when I headed out to get the third dress to hear Mary make a complimentary comment about that 'young, fresh model' that Francine had managed to secure, and what agency was I tied to. I didn't hear Francine's reply, but I heard her tinkling laugh, and a moment later Mary's slightly deeper one joining in. and for some reason a warm shiver ran through me.
When I returned with the sixth dress, one of the more risque ones, I was sure I heard a sharp intake of breath as I walked in. It wouldn't have surprised me, as this dress was cut sharply down the front to the waist, with the side panels lifted slightly like a butterfly wing, so my naked breasts were almost completely visible, especially if I dipped even slightly - something Mary asked me to do on a couple of occasions, so she could see if the material resumed it's proper position. It always did, but she seemed to want to make sure, and she was in charge so I paraded and dipped on demand. I could feel her eyes almost burning into my breasts, but instead of making me feel uncomfortable, it gave me a warm feeling all over, and when I glanced at Francine and saw her happy smile, I felt even warmer.
s I returned to the bedroom after that parade I glanced back and saw Mary come out of the lounge and move down to the toilet, so I realized I had a little more time between parades on this occasion, so I was a little slower taking off the dress. Also it was the end of the dress section and the beginning of the lingerie, a fact which still made me a little nervous, a time to remove the only article that had been constant in the first section, a brief pair of panties, and don the almost see through items laid out before me. As I did so, I sensed eyes on me, and turned slightly, my panties held in my hand, and saw Mary standing outside the bedroom door looking in, looking straight at me, looking me up and down with a light in her eyes that I hadn't noticed before, a light that sent shivers down my body. A body, I realized with a start, that was totally naked. She looked, but said absolutely nothing, and it was so quiet I could hear my own somewhat disjointed breathing, then with a faint smile she turned and walked off down the corridor.
I stayed stock still until I heard her laughter as she greeted Francine, a little unnerved by her visit, feeling my body shaking slightly. Then I snapped out of it when I heard Francine's call and quickly slipped into the first of the lingerie, and hurried back down the corridor to start the parading again. The rest of the showing seemed to go by in a dazed, almost dreamy way, I noticed Francine had put on some low, slow music and that she and Mary were both sipping a drink, and I just undulated around, stopping whenever I was told to do so, dipping and bending, and even at one point dancing in front of them.
Then I heard Francine say in a warm, friendly voice, "Well that's the last one of the selection, I've set out for you, I think they will give you a good idea of the sorts of designs Jeremy and I produce within our company, and I hope you've found them to your taste". I could almost feel the silence as she waited for Mary's response, and I found myself holding my breath, staring at them, no thoughts of dashing off and changing out of the last item. Then Francine saw me standing there and with a sharp cry, jumped to her feet, "Oh, sorry, Felicity, I got carried away, whatever must you think of me, I'll get you a wrapper, so you don't get cold" she said, and immediately dashed out of the room.
I stood there feeling a little self conscious, feeling Mary's eyes on me, I turned to look at her and again she was looking me up and down, sending that warm tingle through me again, then she gestured to the couch, "Come sit with me" she said, a smile in her voice, "Francine told me that you're not a regular model and I couldn't believe that, you're so beautiful and polished, and handled all the outfits so well, she is so lucky to have had you, it made all the difference to the way I saw the costumes" she said.
I gulped, "Does that mean you're going to order from Francine and Jeremy?", I asked, and she grinned and nodded. I heard the shriek before I saw Francine come rushing across the floor with a short robe in her hands.
"You really mean that?" she asked Mary, and again Mary nodded, smiling, and turned to me.
"Thanks to your very beautiful, sexy model" she said, "I don't think anyone else could have carried them off the way she did, you should book her up permanently for your company, I know I would" and she leaned over and lightly brushed her lips over my cheeks. I felt my face flushing and I looked at Francine, and she was flushed too, then she seemed to snap out of it and handed me the robe.
"I think that deserves a drink for all of us" she said, then glanced sideways at me, a curious, almost pleading look in her eyes, "You will join us, wont you, Felicity?" she asked.
I stopped, halfway through slipping into the robe, "Well, I don't normally" I said, then grinned widely, "But as this is a special occasion, I'd love to drink a toast with you and Mary", then I gulped, and turned a flush coming to my face, "Oh , I'm sorry I hope you didn't mind me calling you Mary' I said.
She smiled warmly at me and relaxed into the couch cushions, slipping her legs up and tucking them underneath her, "Of course not" she almost purred, "The official duties are all over now, we can relax and have fun together, and I'd love you to call me Mary, you don't have to rush off do you?"
Francine arrived with our glasses and handed one to each of us, "Oh, no" she said with a laugh, "I arranged for Felicity to stay here tonight"
Mary's smile widened, and somehow the distance between us seemed to shrink, although I don't think either of us moved, "A babysitter, model" she said shaking her head and laughing lightly, "Whatever will you think of next Francine" and we both laughed along with her, and Francine sat down so I was between the two of them. She sat very close, and from time to time as the conversation roamed over the fashion industry and we moved to another drink and then another, her hands would brush over my back or my side or my leg, sending little chills all up and down my spine.
I thought she was getting a bit emboldened when I felt her hand slip onto my inner thigh and start to caress it, but when I looked down I realized it wasn't Francine at all, it was Mary. I gasped, and her hand hesitated, then after that momentary hesitation, it began to move again, circling and caressing my inner thigh. I watched it, almost hypnotized, knowing I should call a halt, but somehow not wanting to. I glanced sideways at Francine and saw with a start that she too was gazing down at Mary's hand stroking my inner thigh, gazing and smiling, smiling and running her tongue lightly over her lips. I turned slightly and looked across at Mary, and our eyes met, and there was a hotness in them, and an invitation, the same almost pleading invitation I'd seem in Francine's eyes that very first time. It was the moment of truth and I knew it, knew it and wanted it!
Slowly I let my legs fall apart, hearing the slight intake of breath from Francine, and seeing the quick spark of joyfulness that flickered through Mary's eyes. I expected to feel her hand immediately take the proffered opportunity and move straight to my eager young pussy, but instead it came up to cup my face and she pulled me forward gently and kissed me on the lips. A slow, gentle kiss that seemed to build and build and build, sending liquid fire coursing right though me. Then I felt hands on me, not Mary's which were still cupping my face, but Francine's, easing the robe from my shoulders and tugging it away, then moving to the clip of the almost see through bra and undoing it. I dropped my hands from Mary's neck where they seemed to have drifted of their own volition, to allow Francine to remove the bra completely.
Immediately one of Mary's hands dropped and started to cup and caress my breast, causing my body to jump and jerk and a moan of pleasure to seep from my throat into her hot, tantalizing mouth. Then I felt myself lifted slightly and Francine was peeling the panties from my body, leaving me totally naked, and a moment later Francine's hands were on me too, stroking and caressing me, and my body threatened to explode.
I guess Mary's and Francine's hands must have brushed close to my breast as they both sought to arouse and excite me, because she puled back from our kiss, leaving me slightly breathless, and glanced down, her eyes widening slightly, then smiling hotly as she saw my totally naked body. She glanced over at Francine and a silent message seemed to pass between them, and she stood up and started to take off her clothes.
We both watched as she disrobed, Francine's hands continuing to caress and excite my body, and when she was finished we both moaned with delight and pleasure. Mary was absolutely beautiful! High , firm breasts that were larger than both Francine's and mine, with nipples that seemed to stand out a mile, dark pink and juicy. She obviously worked out because there was hardly an ounce of unnecessary fat anywhere. But what caught my eye most, and sent massive shudders running through me was the fact that her pussy was completely bare! I'd never seen one like it, I could only gawk, and drool, god yes, I actually found myself drooling at the sight of it, so beautifully sculptured, like a work of art, with her glistening inner pink pussy lips showing and even a hint of her clitoris peeping through.
She stood for a moment, proudly displaying her beautiful naked body to us, enjoying the adoration and the lust she could see in our eyes, then she slid back onto the couch and took me in her arms and kissed me passionately. Her tongue darted between my lips like a butterfly searching for somewhere to land, flicking here and there in a wild abandoned dance, and my own tongue darted eagerly forward to dance with hers. I felt her breasts pressing against mine, her long, hard nipples boring into me like red hot pokers, and one of her hands slid between my legs to lightly caress my pussy lips. I shuddered and shook with the fire that was racing through me, then felt a movement, and from the corner of my eye saw Francine stand up and walk quickly from the room. I was shocked, had I upset or offended her? a small feeling of panic ran through me, and I shifted in Mary's arms as if trying to escape them.
Then I saw Francine again coming back into the room, carrying a large, long object, which she proceeded to lay out on the carpet in front of us. It was a square of fake fur in a strange black and white design, but it looked thick, soft and sensuous. Mary seemed to sense something was happening and pulled back to look around, her eyes widened and a hot, sultry smile creased her face, "Oh, Francine, how did you know? I've always wanted to make love on a fur rug, and now ... she looked from Francine to me and back ... now I have two of the most beautiful people I know to make love with me" she whispered, and slid from my arms down onto the rug and squirmed sensuously about on it. When she looked up again her eyes looked as if they were on fire, and she was breathing unevenly, "Hurry, please, I can't wait" she said, hotly.
But we did wait, waited for Francine to disrobe, watched her as her incredibly beautiful body was revealed, Mmmm, I shivered at the sight of her, remembering, those feeling of intense desire welling up in me again, then all three of us were naked on the rug, feeling its sensual fur feeling against our naked bodies and writhing around on it. For a moment it was a little chaotic, with three bodies squirming around, but then I was flat on my back, Mary and Francine kneeling either side of me, and they began, working instinctively like a well oiled team they began to make love to me, their lips and tongues searching out and caressing every conceivable part of my body, sending me into raptures over and over again.
They worked on my breasts until I thought they were going to explode, then took turns working on my overheated pussy. I was amazed at how different it felt when each of them was working on my pussy, Francine was slow and sensual whereas Mary was quick and darting, but the effect was the same from each, rapturous ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me, sending me off to some distant Galaxy called satisfaction. Then I found myself on my own, and I turned over to see Mary and Francine entwined, their faces buried between each other's legs, moaning and shuddering as they brought the maximum pleasure possible to each other. Mary was the first to scream and buck into an orgasm, but Francine was only a heartbeat behind, and I watched as they shuddered and shook in each other's arms.
The sight excited and aroused me, and I found myself moving swiftly as they parted to bury my face in between Mary's thighs, licking and lapping at the cream that was pouring from her, loving the taste and the aroma, driving her up once again to a shuddering, shaking orgasm that poured more juices into my eager mouth. I was amazed at how sensuous her shaved pussy felt beneath my lips, at how incredible it felt to explore her sculptured lips and that extra long clitoris that I'd seen peeping through her pussy lips earlier. I felt Francine stroking and licking my pussy, and within minutes I was writhing and screaming through an orgasm again.
After that it became like a surreal dream, bodies, body parts and juice all mixed and mingled into an exotic cocktail of wild, unbridled passion that lasted almost the whole night, leaving the three of us sprawled exhausted, but blissfully happy, on the floor. We may have lain there all day if the phone hadn't rung at 9 0'clock, it was Jeremy advising that he was on his way home and would be there in about an hour. You have never seen such a mad scramble! But it was fun too, three naked females each trying to work out which panties were theirs, and taking every opportunity to 'accidentally' grab and grope as we did so, and it was three hot, happy, but somewhat flustered people that greeted Jeremy on his return, and he gave us a strange look before handing Jamie over to Francine to cuddle. His look turned to one of extreme joy when Francine revealed that they'd won an order from one of the biggest Boutique chains in the country, and I had a hard time escaping from his hug when he found out the important role I'd played in it, although Francine stuck strictly to the modeling role, much to my relief.
I left with their thanks and praises still ringing in my ears, watching as Mary herself left in her neat, compact convertible, seeing her smile and wave, and catching the kiss she blew as she drove away.
It had been a night to savor for a long, long while, Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
After the exquisite night with Francine and Mary, I was floating on cloud nine for days, full of little secret smiles and occasional wide grins that had mom and dad totally puzzled, but they were glad that I was so happy, and fortunately didn't ask too many questions.
But when I went back to school on the Monday, it was a different matter, my best friend Meredith took one look at the sparkle in my eyes and demanded to know who the new boyfriend was. Of course I denied there was a boy and tried to change the subject, but Meredith kept honing in on it and just wouldn't let go. Eventually I blurted out that I'd done some fashion modeling on Friday night and absolutely loved it, and Meredith's eyes almost popped out of her head as she knew exactly how conservative and protective my parents were, and at first she wouldn't believe me, but when I described all the dresses and how I had to parade them she started to believe me, and when I admitted that it was with the people I did babysitting for and that's what mom and dad thought I was doing, she grinned widely.
"Mmmm, now I get it" she grinned " you lied to your parents"
"No I didn't" I gasped "I really was asked to baby sit, the modeling was only a last minute idea because Francine couldn't get a model so late when she found out the store buyer was coming, I mean I was only doing her a favor really" I said.
Meredith grinned, "But you did enjoy it, all that parading around?" she said.
"Oh yeah" I sighed "it was like being on the stage for a while, with all those amazing clothes"
"Mmmm tell me about the outfits again, were they really sexy?"
I blushed slightly, "Well, some of them were sort of body hugging, and a couple were so tight I wasn't able to wear a bra" I murmured, hoping no one else was overhearing this conversation.
"Wow" Meredith said, " and how did you feel about that? Was Francine's husband there? did he stare at your breasts? did he give you the eye?" she giggled.
"No!" I almost snorted, "There weren't any men there at all, just Francine and the buyer, Mary"
"Aw" said Meredith, "That was no fun, imagine what it would have been like if there was a row of men there all staring at you, all salivating over your horny breasts"
I blushed furiously, a momentary flash coming into my head of a row of men seeing me in some of the more sexy items I hadn't dare mention to Meredith, and I felt my nipples harden. They hardened even more when I saw Meredith staring at them and running her tongue over her lips, and her words hammered into my head...'horny breasts' she'd said, god did she really think I had...I felt the flush really start to take hold and I quickly grabbed my books and rushed off to my next class, arriving way too early and having to walk around the block and back before the doors were opened and we filed inside. The walk calmed me down quite a bit, but all afternoon Meredith's words and the way she'd stared at me kept coming back into my head, and I felt the same heat flooding through me I'd felt with Francine and Mary.
I avoided Meredith at the end of school and hurried home, needing time to think, time to sort out these crazy feelings that were whirling around inside me. I knew very well that Meredith hadn't meant things to sound the way they did, I mean I knew she was absolutely boy mad, in fact she had more boyfriends than anyone else I knew at school or outside. This was because she was absolutely gorgeous looking, with her waist length blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, her firm shapely body, with her really tight sexy bum. Even as I thought about her and described her in my mind I could feel the juices starting to pump in my pussy, and before long I was lying on my bed moaning and groaning as my fingers stroked my pussy, and my mind created visions of her slipping out of her clothes and leaning over and kissing me. As soon as I imagined the touch of her lips on mine I was cumming...furiously!
The next day I couldn't face Meredith without blushing, but at the very end of the day she caught up with me and insisted on walking home with me, and all the way she talked of the modeling and how much she would have loved to have been there modeling too, getting me to describe the outfits over and over again. As we arrived at my house and started to part, she sighed and looked at me, " gee I wish there was some way I could...guess you'll never be doing it again though." She murmured. For a moment her words just washed over me, then it was like a light flashing on in my head.
"Well" I said quietly, trying to contain my growing excitement, "There may not be another show like that, for a buyer or anything, but whenever I go over to baby sit, they get me to try on some of their latest creations, so they can see if it works on people my age, which is the market they're aiming for. Perhaps, well, perhaps one time I can ask if I can bring you along too, and....."
I didn't even get to finish, she had leapt forward and was hugging me furiously, "Oh Felicity, would you?, would you really?, oh I'd be so grateful, honest I would, and I wouldn't let you down, I mean I'd do everything they wanted me to do, I'd try to be real good for them" she cried loudly, and I looked around to make sure mom or dad wasn't within hearing distance.
"Shhh, not so loud" I said, trying to drag her arms from around my neck "I don't want any one else to know, you mustn't tell, promise me"
"Yes. Yes, I promise" she said more quietly , still hugging me tightly. I let the hands that had been trying to remove her arms from around my neck drop and they somehow came to rest on her hips, spreading around to slightly cup the thrust of her buttocks, and a shiver ran through me. Without even thinking I pulled her closer, feeling her breasts and mine squash together slightly, and heat exploded throughout my body.
"Gulp, I can't promise" I whispered, "I can only ask Francine and see what she says, and I don't even know yet when they'll want me again"
She squealed, "Oh that's alright, I know you'll do it, I just know" and to my astonishment she plastered a kiss right on my lips, before letting go and rushing off down the street, leaving me feeling flushed and aroused. I rushed inside and made a beeline for the shower and stood under it for an absolute age letting cold water pour all over me, but the fire was inside, and when I stepped from the shower and stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself, my nipples were still as hard and swollen as could be, god, what was happening to me?
The next few days dragged by with infinite slowness. Each day I'd arrive at School and Meredith would be there smiling at me, a question mark in her eyes, and each day I'd shake my head and see the disappointment wash over her, but every day I became more and more conscious of her. I'd watch her walk towards me, noticing the slight bounce of her high, firm breasts, seeing the slightly puffed lips wreath into a warm smile, or I'd watch her walk away from me and notice the sway of her exquisite, tight bum, the toss of her long blonde hair, and I'd find myself getting as hot as any of the boys that were staring at her too.
It was early the following week, however, before a call came from Francine. Normally she rang mid evening and either mom and dad would take the call and make the arrangements after briefly checking that I was available, but this time she rang just after I arrived home from school, and I took the call. As soon as I heard her voice I felt the excitement explode inside me and had to make the conscious effort not to let it show to mom who had walked out to answer the phone. "It's Francine, mom" I said, "I'll handle it"
She nodded and smiled and retreated to the lounge room, and I pressed the phone close to my face as I whispered the usual greetings "Hello, Francine, how are you?"
Francine's light tingling laugh sent shivers through me, "Oh I'm fine, but if you knew how difficult it's been not phoning you every day" she said, and the heat became intense "last week was so special, so very special" she murmured softly.
"For me too" I whispered, "I've hardly thought about anything else since"
I could almost hear the smile on her face, "Then you wont mind coming over on Friday night and sit for us?" she asked. Then her tinkling laugh came again, "Actually we do have to go out this week, but not for a very long time, so if you don't want to stay the night...."
"Oh I do, I do" I blurted out, feeling my nipples swell and harden.
"Oh that's fantastic" Francine said, and I was sure I heard a note of relief in her voice, "Oh and we do have some wonderful new outfits that we'd love you to try on and parade for us...just to check that they're suitable for the age group, you understand" she giggled.
"Mmmm, I'd absolutely love to" I whispered, "Are they...uh...daring" I asked.
"Well, let's say I was thinking of you when I designed them, thinking of you and your magnificent body, and how it would be a crying shame to cover too much of you up" she said, hotly.
I found myself pressing into the corner of the telephone table, rubbing my pussy over its edge, feeling waves and waves of heat flowing through me, but then I remembered, and with a slight gulp I asked, "Would it be alright if my friend Meredith came with me this time?"
For a moment there was a deathly silence, "Oh, does that mean you've told someone about us?" she asked quietly.
"I ...well I told Meredith about the costumes and about demonstrating them, and how beautiful they were, and she absolutely loves fashion and she's so beautiful, and......"
I heard a deep chuckle come from Francine, "Beautiful, is she, Mmmm, and have you told her about us?"
"Oh no!" I gasped, "I'd never tell anyone"
"Well, if you really want to bring her I guess that would be ok, but I guess that means you wont be staying over?" she said.
I felt myself starting to grin, "Oh, I certainly intend to stay over" I whispered hotly, "but I can't speak for Meredith, her parents may not let her"
"Mmm, but you'd like her to wouldn't you?" she asked, perceptively.
I felt myself blush, and blush more when she laughed lightly, then I plucked up the courage to say "Yes, yes, I would like her to stay"
Francine's voice was teasing, and low in a very sexy way as she whispered, "Felicity, I think you're becoming very bold, and I like that, I think you're beginning to enjoy what we share together, aren't you?"
"Oh yes" I almost moaned, rubbing my pussy against the table even more firmly.
"Then if you want your friend Meredith here, that's ok, and if she needs me to speak with her parents about staying over, you know how to get hold of me. If not, we'll see you on Friday at the usual time, have to go, dinner is nearly cooked, bye, I love you"
Then she was gone, and for a long moment I stood there slowly rubbing against the table, still holding the phone close to my ear. Then I heard mom call, and with a gasp I dashed off to my room, scrambled out of my clothes and made a quick dash to the shower, at least mom would think my flush was due to that, I thought.
I deliberately arrived late at school the next day and successfully avoided Meredith until the very end of the day. I waited until she saw me before starting off towards home, and she quickly caught me up and looked at me expectantly. For a moment I just stared silently at her, then a smile started at my lips and just grew and grew, and she knew, and with a wild squeal she threw her arms about me, "Tell me, tell me, she rang didn't she, can I come?"
"Hold it, hold it" I squealed, once again trying to pull her arms from around my neck, and once again failing, so dropping then to her hips. "Yes, she rang, and yes she said you could come" I said, and felt her whole body tightening up. "She's asked me to stay the night again, but if you don't want to or can't that's ok, you can come for the first part of the evening before they go out and miss the session when they get back. But if you want to stay over too and want Francine to talk to your mom she's happy to do that"
For a moment she stared wide eyed at me, then a shudder ran through her body, "Stay the whole night" she whispered, "Wow, wouldn't that be something, we could try all the outfits on over and over again". then she shook her head and grinned, "Oh I don't think there'll be any problem with mom, I can wrap her around my little finger when I want to, and I really want to do this, really, really, oh Felicity, you are absolutely the best friend" and she kissed me! not the light, fleeting kiss of the other day, but a firm, almost passionate kiss on the lips.
My reaction was immediate, and as predictable as any boys, my body caught fire, my lips responded and my hands slid around to cup and caress her tight buttocks. I think we both realized what was happening at the same time and pulled back, more than a little flustered, her face was as flushed as mine, her eyes deep, dark and sparkling. Then she was laughing and dancing and twirling away from my arms and rushing down the street yelling over her shoulders, "I'll ring when I've spoken to mom, but I know it's going to be fine, I just know it, I'll ring you later", and I was left standing in the street with two very hard nipples and a very wet pussy, and a very large smile on my face.
True to her word she rang me later to confirm that she'd had no problem talking her mom into it so she'd be able to stay the whole night .. if I still wanted her to? I assured her that nothing had happened to change my mind, I really did want her with me. I thought I detected a small sigh of relief, and with a start, realized that she'd been as conscious as me of the kiss we shared and was afraid I'd been upset by it. I smiled to myself as I put down the phone, and that night had the most erotic dream imaginable.
Friday evening was there almost before I knew it, yet every moment of the intervening days had seemed like an eternity, I sensed a suppressed excitement in Meredith the whole time, and felt more than a little of it myself. But here we were standing at Francine and Jeremy's door, each carrying a little case of night gear, and the door was opening and Francine was welcoming us in, giving us both a warm hug, and me a secret caress on the backside. Meredith was introduced to Jeremy, who's eyes seem to light up as they slowly moved over her gorgeous body, "Mmm" he said, walking around her, "You're going to look fantastic in our clothes, and the clothes are going to look fantastic on you, don't you think so Francine?"
Francine grinned, "Oh yes, absolutely spectacular, that's if Meredith wants to model them for us?", she turned to me and grinned, "You have told her that some of them are a little risqué, haven't you Felicity?"
I blushed, "Well, I did say they were a little daring" I stammered.
"I don't mind" Meredith blurted out, "I've always wanted to try some designer clothes on and model them, I'll wear whatever you tell me to"
Francine grinned, and so did Jeremy, then she moved over and brushed her hands down over Meredith's long hair, "You're certainly very beautiful" she said, softly, "but if there's anything you feel uncomfortable about wearing, you don't have to, I want you to be very certain about that"
Meredith flushed and straightened her shoulders, thrusting her beautiful breasts out, and I saw Jeremy's eyes widen as he took them in, "Real models wouldn't hesitate, would they?" she asked, "well I wont either, maybe I could be a real model if things go well"
Francine shrugged, "Well, if that's the way you feel, Felicity will show you where we keep the outfits, they're all laid out on the bed, we have about an hour before we have to go out, so why don't you both go and get changed and start the parade" she said, softly.
Meredith was total excitement as I took her to the spare room, and her face was a picture of awe and delight as she picked up first one outfit, then another, holding them up to her body and swirling around. I took a quick look and grinned, "You realize these are all made for the no bra look?" I asked quietly.
"Oh I don't mind, I love them, they're so sexy, so grown up" she responded.
"But Jeremy will be there as well" I reminded her.
She turned and grinned at me, "Mmm Jeremy, he's real cute isn't he, so handsome, I bet these will really knock his eyes out" she giggled.
I laughed, "well on you they certainly will" I said.
"On you too" she gasped, "I mean you're real beautiful"
I flushed, then grinned, "We're both going to be showing a lot of flesh" I said.
"Didn't you show a lot before?" she asked, grinning.
"Well yes, " I replied, "especially with the underwear"
She gasped, "Underwear! You never told me you modeled underwear, wow, was it real sexy and see through?, where is it?", she looked around the room.
"Perhaps they don't have any new stuff this time, but yes some of it was quite see through...giggle...and a couple of pieces were what they call crotchless" I said
"Crotchless!" she gasped, "and you let Jeremy see you ... see your .... Wow ... Felicity...you are much more daring than me"
I grinned at her, "Just as well there aren't any here then" I teased, "after all you did promise Francine and Jeremy you'd model anything"
She blushed bright pink, then laughed, "Guess I asked for that, but if they were here, I would, honest" she said.
I grinned back, "well, let's not keep the people waiting, let's put on some of these gorgeous outfits and strut our stuff" I turned my back on Meredith and began to undress and slide into one of the slinky costumes and I heard her do the same. I tried not to look, but when I straightened up, lifting a dress over my hips I caught a glimpse of Meredith in the mirror on the wall behind the bed, just as she was unhooking her bra and taking it off, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw her magnificent breasts for the first time. So high, firm and perfectly formed, her nipples I noticed were already large and hard, I almost groaned out loud, then as she half turned I quickly dropped my eyes and hurried on with my costume change.
When we were both ready we turned and stared at each other and it was clear that both of us approved, fortunately Meredith was of a similar height and build to me so the costumes fitted her as perfectly as they fitted me, and they hugged her body and made it look like a million dollars. Her big nipples stood out clearly, and seeing my eyes on them she blushed, and flushed, "sorry" she whispered, a little self consciously, "but they always get like that, do you think it spoils things?" she asked.
I smiled at her uncertainty, and walked across and brushed my hand over her naked shoulder, "They look absolutely sensational" I whispered, "You'll knock both Francine's and Jeremy's eyes out, just so, so sexy, but come on we can't keep them waiting.
Well she did knock their eyes out, with that costume and all the others, and the longer it went on the more confident she became and the more her radiant personality shone through. Mind you I wasn't doing too badly myself, and one of the costumes I'd chosen, a Turquoise, light, summer outfit with a very low cleavage, brought gasps of delight ...and even a low wolf whistle...from both of them.
Then the show was over and Jeremy and Francine were off to their gathering, promising to get back as soon as they could, leaving a very happy Meredith and I to look after Jamie. Once again, the child was no problem at all, giving Meredith and I plenty of time to sit and compare notes about the outfits and how we both felt when wearing them. The subject of the revealing Turquoise outfit came up and I admitted laughingly that as I walked into the room I thought I was going to fall out of the top, it was so low. Meredith giggled and grinned, "well, I don't think anyone would have minded, you're absolutely stunning" she said.
I flushed slightly, but stared straight into her eyes, a sudden tension in me, "really?, no one, not even you?" I asked softly.
For a moment she hesitated, I saw her throat move in an involuntary swallow, the air seemed to crackle with tension, her tongue slipped out and brushed over her lips, "not even me" she whispered finally, and as if that admission broke the shackles, she half laughed, "In fact I think you looked absolutely incredible and sexy in every outfit" she blurted out.
I stared at her for a long moment, then smiled slowly, "I thought you looked absolutely ravishing and sexy in every outfit too" I whispered, then let the smile grow slightly, "and between outfits too" I added softly.
She gasped, color rising to her face and her hand rising to her throat, then I saw her eyes flicker and drop quickly to my breasts before returning to mine, "I ... I thought the same about you" she whispered.
Time seemed to stand still, every sound in the room became magnified yet echoed as if they were far away, and I lifted my hand, lifted it to her breast and slowly stroked it, staring intently into her eyes. She swallowed, but made no attempt to remove my hand, and I brushed my thumb over her stiff, swollen nipple, "Mmmm" I whispered, "you have the most exciting nipples I've ever see, the most exciting breasts, the most exciting body"
A shiver seemed to run through her from head to toe and she melted back into the cushion of the couch, my hand following, stroking ever so lightly over her breasts. Then I leaned over and brushed my lips over hers. I heard and felt a half choked gasp, and again I expected her to pull away, or push me away, but instead her hands came up and lightly cupped my head, and our lips pressed more firmly together, and we were kissing deeply and passionately, our tongues slipping forward to dance and entwine. My hand squeezed her breast more firmly, rolling the nipple around, and I felt a shudder run through her, and the kiss intensified.
Then her hands slid from my head and slowly moved down to my back and onto the swell of my buttocks, pulling me close, causing my skirt to ride up. And her hands were beneath, stroking the naked skin of my buttocks either side of my panties, and I was on fire. From that point on, it was hard to know who took the lead, who took the initiative, who seduced whom, but we were soon both naked, stroking, kissing, fondling, biting each other's bodies, each other's breasts. And cumming...god yes .. almost immediately we were both cumming, short strangulated orgasms that seemed to build one upon the other until it was difficult to define when one stopped and another started.
Then I was between her legs and she was between mine and we were licking and sucking furiously on each other's streaming pussies, and exploding with even greater intensity. Mmm she tasted so sweet, and her body was so soft, yet so firm, I couldn't seem to get enough of touching and tasting and looking and touching, and she seemed to be the same. One moment we were face to face, our firm breasts pressed together, nipples boring into each other, our lips and tongues entwined and our pussies rubbing sensuously together, the next we had our faces buried between each other's legs, licking and lapping wildly, sucking on each other's stiff and swollen clitorises, thrusting our tongues deep to caress the inner pussy walls, at times soft and gentle at times hard and furious, playing each other's bodies as musical instruments and creating the wildest , most beautiful symphonies imaginable.
Finally we were exhausted, and we lay back, still close, and stared lovingly at each other, I shook my head slightly, "I can't believe this has happened" I whispered, "But I've wanted you for so long without really realizing it until this week"
She smiled a soft smile and reached out and brushed her fingers over my breasts, causing my nipples to leap into instant life, "That's just the way I feel too" she whispered, "but I was so scared, not really understanding what I felt, but I'm so glad it's happened, it was so ..... beautiful! ...then she grinned impishly ...but I still like boys too" she said, laughing.
"Of course" I grinned back, "So do I"
"Well, maybe not boys, but real men" she said, "men like Jeremy, don't you think he's absolutely gorgeous?"
I tried to tell her that I hadn't really noticed him, but she didn't believe me, and I had to kiss her to finally shut her up ...and maybe that's what she wanted me to do, because her response was immediate and incredibly passionate, and in no time flat we were composing those beautiful symphonies all over again ... and again ... and again.
Mmmmmmmmmm, some baby sitting job this was.
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