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Subject: Hannah and Sara - I, II, III  F/f, b/d
Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 01:57:14 GMT
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                          A Walk In The Park.

   My name is Hannah Jensen and I'm a happily married woman.  Very
happily married.  I'm thirty-one years old, have a 13 month old
daughter named Sarah, and a wonderful husband, Jim, who's a CPA.
We've been married for six years and it's been wonderful.  Jim is the
classic 'tall, dark and handsome' man that every girl dreams about.
Don't get me wrong, we've had our problems, but for the most part it's
been wonderful

   The only rough stretch came during the first six months after
Sarah's birth.  I couldn't seem to rekindle any interest in sex and
Jim suffered through it without a murmur.  I worked hard and got back
into shape and did my best, but sex just didn't appeal to me.  It
wasn't that I was scared of getting pregnant again (Sarah's birth was
very difficult), but..... I was just reluctant.

   Sarah was just six months old when we went for a walk in the park.
We live in a nice suburb that borders a big park with a world famous
rose garden that's over 100 years old.  I love to put Sarah in her
carriage when the weather is good and walk through the park with her.
I know she'll love the flowers when she's older.  This particular day
was a very hot day in July, a week or so after the 4th.  The sun was
shining, the sky was cloudless, and it was very humid.

   When we left the house I was wearing a rather baggy, loose fitting
sleeveless cotton top, a short denim skirt, and sandals.  I was back
in shape and proud of it.  I'm not beautiful, but I am fairly
attractive.  I'm 5'8" tall, usually weigh around 125 pounds, and I
have a nice figure (34c-25-35).  My legs are my best feature - they're
long and sleek and nicely curved and my thighs are smooth and firm.
I'm proud of them and like to show them off.  As for the rest, I have
brown hair, worn very short now, brown eyes, and a smooth olive-tan
complexion.

   We crossed the street into the park and went up the path to the
rose garden.  Sarah was content to suck on her pacifier and wave her
little hands around.  I walked slowly to give me time to admire the
flowers and to avoid getting sweaty.  It was hot and I knew I couldn't
keep Sarah out too long - but there were shady spots where I could
park the carriage and take a break out of the sun.

   After a few minutes I turned away from the rose garden and crossed
the grass to the new rock garden that had been put in over the past
two seasons.  It was shady there and much cooler.  I was crouching to
examine a plant I'd never seen before when I heard the click and whir
of a motorized camera.  I glanced up and saw a very attractive young
woman taking pictures a few feet down the path.  She glanced over and
smiled and I smiled back.

   She had a Nikon camera, with a macro zoom lens, set on a sturdy
professional tripod.  My husband and I dabble in photography (he'd
hate it if he knew I said dabble - he's serious about it) so I knew
that I was looking at a professional setup.  The woman looked to be no
more than 18 or 19 but I knew she had to be older.  She was a redhead
and I was surprised at how tanned she was.  Her thick red hair was
pulled back into a French braid that hung almost to her waist.  She
was wearing denim shorts, a tank top, and was barefoot.  Her arms and
legs were smoothly muscled and I guessed she worked out regularly.

   She took a couple of more shots and then straightened up and walked
over and bent over the carriage.  She smiled at Sarah and glanced up
to ask me how old she was.  I saw that her eyes were a deep green, a
shade I'd never seen before.  "Six months, her name is Sarah."  My
voice sounded strange to me and I wondered if I was catching a summer
cold.

   The redhead grinned and said, "My name is Sara - without an 'h'.
Your Sarah is very pretty."

   "So are you!"  As soon as the words were out of my mouth I found
myself wondering why I'd said that.  It was true of course, but
still....

   She blushed and said, "Thank you, you're very kind."  

   Desperate to change the subject, I asked about the pictures she was
taking.  She told me that she was a professional photographer and was
working on a book about public gardens in the United States.  We
chatted for a while and I found myself fascinated by her descriptions
of the gardens she'd visited and photographed and the characters she'd
met while doing so.

   She had a wedding ring on and I asked how her husband dealt with
all her traveling.  She blushed again and admitted that she wasn't
married, she just wore the ring as a way to discourage unwanted
attention.  We talked for a few more minutes and then she asked me if
I'd mind posing for her.  I hesitated and then let her talk me into
it.  I wanted to pose, but didn't want to seem too eager.

   She moved her tripod and replaced the macro zoom with a 105mm
telephoto.  I posed in front of the rock garden, moving and changing
position as she directed.  I found that I enjoyed posing very much.
She kept up a steady stream of encouragement, directions, flattery,
and just plain chatter.

   She stopped at one point to change film and I changed Sarah's
diaper while she was busy.  Then she posed me crouching in front of an
ornamental grass plant, a big purple specimen that I wished I had in
my garden.  I was facing the camera at a 45 degree angle and she
directed me to pull my skirt back a little to show more of my 'long
beautiful legs' as she put it.  I tugged it up a little and then a
little more.  She moved a little and asked me to open my knees
slightly - I knew she was going to get a revealing shot of my inner
thighs, but I didn't mind.

   She finished the roll very quickly and I learned a little about
what it was like to model for a professional photographer - it was
mostly a matter of taking directions, something I've always done well.
She had me take my sandals off for the third or fourth shot, then
kneel with my skirt up high to show my thighs.  A later pose had me
roll my top up from the waist to show my bare midriff.  I quite
enjoyed posing and was disappointed when the second roll of film was
finished.

   Sara told me she'd develop and print the pictures overnight and
would have them ready the next day.  She offered to meet me in the
park and give me a set of prints.  I hesitated for a moment and then
suggested that she bring them to the house in the morning.  "My mother
is taking Sarah for the day so I can work in the yard.  You're welcome
to come over for breakfast and I'll show you my garden."  I held my
breath while I waited for her to answer.  I didn't know why, but it
was suddenly very important that she accept my invitation.

   It was her turn to hesitate.  Then she smiled and said, "I was
planning to check out of my motel and leave in the morning after
dropping off the prints, but I guess I could stay over and spend the
day visiting.  Maybe I can get some pictures of your garden for my
book.  She gave me the address of the motel and the phone number so I
could call if anything came up.  Then we walked to the parking lot and
she packed her stuff in her van and followed me home, irking a few
drivers who didn't like her slow pace.

   She pulled into the driveway and we chatted for a few minutes.  She
wrote down the address and I gave her the number of my cell phone.
Then it was time for me to take Sarah in for lunch and time for Sara
to go.  She held her hand out and we shook.  Then, holding my hand
tightly, she pulled me forward until I was pressed against the door of
the van.  We stared at each other for a moment and then she kissed me
on the mouth.  It was strange kissing another woman - strange and
different, softer, more intimate, more erotic than kissing a man.  I
was stunned.  I leaned againt the door and let her tongue probe deep
into my mouth.

   The kiss ended, finally, and I stepped back, dazed.  I stared at
her for a moment and she smiled and whispered, "Bye.  Call me if you
change your mind about tomorrow."  Then she put the van in gear and
backed out of the driveway.  I stood there and watched her drive down
the street and turn the corner.  Then I took Sarah inside and fixed
lunch for both of us.  The rest of the day passed in a kind of a blur.
I couldn't forget the kiss.  Nor could I forget how much I had enjoyed
modelling for Sara.  And I couldn't forget her strange green eyes.

   That night seemed to last forever.  My husband got home late and
was preoccupied with some problems one of his clients was having.  I
went to bed at 10 p.m. and had trouble falling asleep.  Then I woke up
at 2:00 a.m. and had trouble getting back to sleep.  I went downstairs
and walked in the yard, wearing only the man's undershirt that I use
for a nightshirt.  It's an XL and fits me like a short dress - to
mid-thigh.  The armholes are huge and revealing and it's been washed
so many times that it fits me like a glove and the material is very
thin.  It's my favorite thing to wear to bed, but that night it felt
stifling even though the temperature at 2:00 a.m. was only 70 degrees.
I turned the hose on and let a stream of cold water wash over me.  My
nipples hardened and then I was shivering.  I went inside and dried
off and went back to bed nude.

   I was up at 6:00 and took Sarah over to my mother's house at 7:00.
I was home and showered by 8:00.  Then I tried to decide what to wear.
I finally decided on plain work-in-the-garden casual - an old pair of
faded denim cutoffs, a sleeveless denim shirt - old, faded, and soft,
plain cotton underwear (Hanes), white cotton socks and workboots.  I
took a long look in the mirror and decided that the cutoffs weren't
short enough.  I took them off and cut another 2" off each leg and
then made a little slit in each side next to the seam.  Much better,
much sexier.

   Sara arrived at 9:00, wearing linen shorts and a sleeveless top
cropped just below her bust.  She looked very sexy.  I poured her a
cup of coffee while she spread the prints out on the dining room
table.  I was stunned when I saw them.  They were black and white,
developed and printed in a portable darkroom in the bathroom of her
motel room, but they were great!  I looked.... professional, sexy,
beautiful, mysterious.  I looked at each one several times.  It wasn't
vanity - I was just stunned at how good she made me look.

   I asked her how she'd done it and she grinned, "Magic, it's magic!
But seriously, there are just some people that the camera loves -
photogenic some call it, but I call it love, and you happen to be one
of them.  People like you always look great in pictures.  You should
see some of the top models in person - you wouldn't give them a second
glance.  But the camera loves them and they look great on film.  If
you were a few years younger....."

   Her voice trailed off and I shrugged.  "That's okay.  I'm 31 and
I'm happy with my life."

   Sara nodded.  "I can see that.  You ooze contentment, but I sense a
slight discord.  And yesterday you did seem to respond...."

   I shook my head.  "Not now, please.  Let's go look at my gardens."
I turned and started toward the kitchen and the back door.  Sara
grabbed her cameras and followed.  I stepped out onto the deck and
held the door for her, enjoying her gasp of surprise as she got her
first glimpse of our backyard.  Most people react like that.

   Our house is set on a lot that measures 400' wide by 800' deep.
Originally part of a 15 acre parcel owned by the city, and intended to
be part of the park, it had been cut off from the park when the
adjoining town, in which the land lay, insisted on putting a road
through.  The road I live on.  So the 15 acres was never developed and
the land our house was on was sold to a prominent politican who built
the house in the early 1930s.  We bought it three years ago.  The rest
of the parcel is used by the park for various purposes.  There is a
small greenhouse, a maintainence shed, and quite a number of
experimental plots.  A lot of it is quite overgrown.  Our land is
completely surrounded by an 8' stockade fence that the city put in and
maintains.  So our yard is very private.

   And very beautiful.  We have a two-level deck on the back of the
house with exits onto the upper level from the back bedrooms.  Stairs
lead down to the lowerlevel which has an exits onto it from the
kitchen and diningroom.  Then another set of stairs lead down to the
ground level where there is a bluestone patio surrounding an inground
pool and spa.  To the left is a three-car garage with a small
apartment on the second floor.  The pool is surrounded by a 4' wrought
iron fence.  Beyond the pool is a big stretch of lawn.

   The land slopes upward starting about 120' behind the house.  This
is where I've put my gardens.  Over the past two years I've created a
series of terraces for my rock garden.  In the far back corner, on the
right, there is a huge boulder that was left when the house was built.
It's about 9' in diameter and must weight 7 or 8 tons.  It's just
inside the fence and is the focal point of my garden.  I've got 4
levels of terraces that I've dug by hand.  I've had some smaller
boulders brought in - 2'-4' in diameter and weighing 500-1,000 pounds.
I've got them scattered around the various levels and now I'm filling
in with smaller rocks and crushed stone.  I've started planting on the
upper two levels and I'm currently working on putting in a form for a
water garden on the lowest level.  I've had water and electricity run
out there and I'm working on the hole.

   Sara glanced at me with a delighted smile on her face and then
skipped down the stairs and ran across the lawn to the garden.  I
followed at a slower pace, enjoying her enthusiasm.  She headed back
to the garden and began snapping pictures.  As I approached, she
turned and snapped a few of me.  "Oh, Hannah!" She exclaimed, "I love
it!  I want to document the rest of your work!"

   I smiled and told her that she was welcome anytime.  I watched her
as she shot a full roll of film.  "Just preliminary shots, I want to
have them so I can plan.  Can I shoot you as you work?"

   "Of course, I'd love it.  My mom takes Sarah two days a week and
Jim is here on weekends to watch her."

   She turned and looked back at the house and noticed the balcony on
the back of the garage - and the skylights.  "What's up there?" 

   I explained how the original owner's wife (the politican) had
artisitic ambtions and he'd build an apartment onto the second level
of the garage for her to use as a studio.  "We had plans to renovate
when we first bought the house.  We thought we'd rent it out and the
income would be a nice cushion."

   Sara nodded.  "What happened?"

   "Well, we were caught in a kind of Catch-22 situation.  We needed
the income but didn't have the money for the renovations.  Then my
grandmother died and left me some money.  Quite a lot of money
actually, and we didn't need the income anymore so we never renovated
the apartment."

   Sara grinned.  "Can I look at it?"

   "Of course.  But I have to warn you.  It's pretty grim."

   She grabbed my hand and tugged.  "Come on, please!  I want to see
it."

   I let her lead me back up the yard to the house.  She went out to
her van to get her equipment bag and I went inside to get the keys to
the apartment.  When I came back out she was just setting her bag down
on the deck.  She was very excited as we climbed the stairs to the
door.  I expected her to be disappointed when I finally got the door
opened and ushered her inside, but she was delighted.  The place was a
real mess, but she saw the possibilities - like I'd seen them for a
garden in what had been an overgrown yard.

   The garage apartment is basically two big rooms.  A combination
kitchen/living room and a bedroom/studio.  There is a bathroom and a
small room for storage.  The total area is about 25' x 35' as the
garage is really a 3 car garage with a storage area.  Sara walked
around and nodded occasionally, whispering to herself.  Once she
lifted her hand to point at something on the ceiling, a water spot,
and her top lifted, baring her small, pert breasts.  It was ....
enchanting.  

   She caught me looking and grinned.  "Do you like them?"

   I felt myself blushing and stammered, "YYYYes, they're pretty."
What a stupid comment I thought to myself immediately afterward.  Then
I stamped my foot in mock anger and said, "Don't do that - don't make
me blush like that.  I hate it."

   She grinned and said, "Then you don't want me to take my top off?"

   I blushed again and turned away.

   She laughed.  "I heard you.  What was that you muttered under your
breath."

   I glanced over my should, my face still flaming.  "Bitch.  That's
what I said."  And I said, "Yes."

   She smiled, a sweet gentle smile that lit up her face like a
thousand watt bulb.  "Really?"

   I nodded.  "Yes, really."  And wondered what the hell I was doing.

   She slipped her top off and tucked it into the waistband of her
shorts.  I tried not to stare at her but her bare breasts were so
pretty.  They're small, maybe a b-cup, perfectly conical in shape, and
tipped with hard little pink nipples.  Which instantly came erect.

   She looked at me looking at her and grinned again.  "Now you."

   I nodded and slowly unbuttoned my shirt.  I slipped it off and
looked for a place to put it, but there wasn't a spot that was free of
dust.  I turned and opened the door and draped my shirt over the
railing.  Then I turned back and looked straight at Sara as I reached
back to unhook my bra.  When I eased it off my breasts bounced gently
and Sara took a deep breath.  "God," she whispered, "You have
beautiful tits.  I wish mine were bigger."  I tossed my bra on top of
my shirt and stepped back into the room.  It felt deliciously wicked
to be topless in the presence of another woman, an almost total
stranger.

   We walked around the apartment and Sara pointed out things that
could be done.  Then she said she wanted to talk seriously about
leasing the place.  We went back to the house and I poured coffee for
us and we went out onto the deck.  Sara made her pitch.  She said
she'd do the renovations herself, except for the plumbing, if I'd pay
for the material and then lease her the place for a year with an
option for a second year at an increase of no more than 10%.  I was
hesitant, but she convinced me that she could do the work.  She grew
up with five older brothers, the only daughter, and her father was a
carpenter.  One of her brothers is an electrican.  She told me she
could do the carpentry and the electrical work - we'd just need to
have it inspected.  And we'd have to find a plumber.  Preferably a
woman plumber.

   We talked money and she agreed to do a detailed estimate of
material costs.  We argued about the amount of the lease and came to
an agreement.  She dragged her equipment bag over to the table and
pulled out a pad and pencil.  Something else fell out, something that
looked like a rubber ball, but had black nylon straps attached to it.
She picked it up quickly and went to stuff it back into the bag.  I
asked her what it was.  This time it was her turn to blush and I
giggled as a wave of red moved down over her chest.  She said
something too low for me to catch and I asked her to repeat it.

   "Bitch.  I said bitch."  Then she grinned.  "It's a ball gag."  I
must have look puzzled because she shook her head and continued, "It's
a gag.  I'm into mild b&d.  Does that shock you?"

   "A little," I admitted.  "But I'm also curious."

   She pulled the ball gag out of the bag again and set it on the
table.  Then she pulled out some additional items, naming each as she
set it down.

   "Wrist cuffs."  Leather straps like little belts with rings and a
place for a small padlock.

   "Ankle cuffs."  Pretty much the same except slight larger.

   "Nipple Clips."  Small metal clips with padded jaws and strong
springs.  I shivered when I saw them.

   "Chains."  A set of short chains with very fine links and spring
clips on each end.

   "Dildo."  A realistic penis made of rubber - about 8" long and
thick.

   "Butt Plug."  A black plastic device that had a flared base.

   "Another Dildo."  This one attached to a pair of black nylon
panties.

   "Vibrator."  A big one with a black switch on the base.

   "Penis Gag."  Another realistic penis about 5" long and thick, with
straps.

   "Anal Vibrator."  Thinner and not as long as the other one.

   "More clips."  Small metal clips some with padded jaws and some
with sawtooth jaws.

   When she was done she sat back and looked at me.  "Well, are you
too shocked?  Should I pack up and leave?"

   I glanced from her to her collection and then back again.  "No."
My voice was a whisper.  "Please don't leave."

   She stared at me in silence for a moment and then nodded.  She
picked up the wrist cuffs and asked if I wanted to try them on.  I
hesitated and then nodded.  "Yes, I would."  My voice still a whisper.

   She got up and came around the table.  I held out my hands while
she attached the cuffs.  The she had me stand up and bring my wrists
around behind my back.  When I did, she used a spring clip to fasten
the cuffs together.  I was helpless.  And shocked at how excited I
was.

   Sara watched me try to free myself and smiled when I gave up.
"Scared?"

   I admitted that I was.  She asked if I wanted her to take them off.
I hesitated and then whispered, "Not if you don't want to."  

   She grinned.  Then she picked up a pair of nipple clamps and ran
her fingers over my nipples until they were erect and hard.  I closed
my eyes and moaned as she fastened the clamps to my nipples.  The pain
was intense, but bearable.  And made me very wet.

   She watched me for a minute and then informed me that she was going
to strip me.  I shook my head.  "No, please don't."  

   "Do you want me to gag you?"  She waited for me to answer.

   "No."  

   "Then be a good girl."  She unsnapped my shorts and eased them down
over my hips.  Then she knelt to work them off over my workboots.  She
folded them neatly and placed them over the back of my chair.  Still
kneeling, she reached up and pulled my panties down.  I lifted each
foot in turn and she worked them off over my boots.  Then she glanced
up and asked if I wanted my workboots on or off.  I thought about it
for a moment.  "Off.  I want to be entirely nude."

   She untied my boots and took them off.  But she insisted on leaving
my socks on.  "Looks sexier," she explained.  Then she reached up and
ran the back of her hand over my thick pubic bush.  "This will have to
go."  I nodded.

   She stood up and looked me over carefully, motioning me to turn.
"Slowly, I want to study your body."  I turned slowly, my eyes closed.
I had never been so excited.  The pain in my nipples was delicious.

   After a minute or two, she told me I could stop.  "You have an
incredibly beautiful body.  I want to photograph you extensively.  I
want you to work nude in the garden.  Will you?"

   I opened my eyes and found I was facing away from her.  I turned
and told her that I'd think about it.  She stepped close and removed
the nipple clips.  I sighed as the pain vanished.  Then she unsnapped
the spring clip and freed my wrists.  I stood there, hands at my
sides, and waited.

   She sat down and looked up at me.  "Decision time."  She reached up
suddenly and slipped a hand between my legs.  Her fingers came away
wet.  She licked them delicately, like a cat licks its paw.  "You're
very wet and very tasty."  She looked up at me and smiled.  "Where do
we go from here?"

   I shook my head.  "I don't know," I answered truthfully.  "I just
don't know."

   "Do you want me to leave?"  She waited patiently while I thought it
over.

   "No, I don't."

   "You were, are, obviously turned on.  Why?"

   "You.  You turn me on.  And so do these things."  I gestured at the
bondage toys spread across the table.  "And so does the pain," I
whispered.  "The delicious pain."

   She kicked her sandals off and stretched her bare feet out in front
of her.  "You have to make a decision.  Right now.  We can go ahead or
we can stop and remain just friends.  If you want to go ahead then
your place is on your knees for I mean to have you as my slave.  My
nude personal slave.  I want you on your belly, licking my feet and
acknowledging your slavery."

   I took a deep breath and looked out across the yard.  Then I looked
back at Sara.  Small, slim, beautiful Sara with her pretty legs and
pert little tits.  And her wide, smiling mouth.  I dropped to my knees
and then down onto my belly.  I kissed each of her small, pretty feet
and then licked them in submission.  She sighed with pleasure.  Then
she leaned over and fastened the cuffs together behind my back.  I was
a slave.

                       End Of Part 1.


                         A Walk In The Park - II

   Sara let me lick her feet for several minutes.  Then she said,
"Enough."  Her tone was commanding and I stopped instantly.  She
snapped her fingers and ordered me up onto my knees.  I rolled onto my
back and sat up.  The I eased myself up onto my knees.  She told me
the proper position was with my ankles crossed and my knees spread as
far apart as I could.  I adjusted my position instantly.

   Then Sara stared down at me in silence for a long minute.  "Hannah,
are you sure about this?  I don't want you to do it if you aren't.
And I don't want it to interfere with our other arrangements."  She
gestured at the garage to make sure I knew which arrangements she was
referring to.

   I thought about it for a moment, my eyes fixed on her small feet.
Feet I had just spent five minutes licking.  Then I glanced up at her
and said, "Yes, I'm sure.  I want this.  Need it."

   She nodded slowly.  "Why?  Explain it to me?"

   "Okay, I'll try.  Since Sarah was born I have been terrified of
having sex with Jim.  He's fucked me exactly three times in 13 months.
The last time was almost  four months ago.  He hasn't come near me
since.  I thought I'd never feel anything again.  Then when you kissed
me yesterday.... well, I felt something.  The old familiar tingle
between my legs.  And then today, when I caught a glimpse of your bare
tits I felt it again.  But when that ballgag rolled out of your
bag.... Wow.  I really felt it.  It scares me.  I may be making a
major mistake.  But I want you here.  I want you do use me as you
wish.  Photograph me.  Turn me into your sex slave.  Anything you
want.  And then maybe I can fuck Jim again.  The way he wants.  The
way I want."

   Sara grinned.  Her whole face came alive.  "Shall we sign two
leases?"  And she laughed, reaching down to cup my tits and squeeze
them gently.  I turned my face up for a kiss.  "You don't need a lease
on me," I murmurred.  "You own me.  For as long as you want."

   And so on that hot humid July morning I became Sara Louise Hunter's
personal sex slave.  And landlady.

   She took me down onto the lawn and put me on my knees.  Then she
gagged me and put clips on my nipples and labia.  And she photographed
me while I knelt there and whimpered from the pain in my tits and
between my legs.  After a while she removed the gag and continued to
photograph me while I whimpered and begged for mercy.  The more it
hurt, the more I begged, the more excited I became.

   She went to change film and came back with a riding crop.  I stared
at her and whispered, "Yes, oh please.  Whip me.  Hurt me."

   She took my shoulders and eased me forward until my head and chest
were on the ground and my ass was elevated nicely for the whip.  And
she leaned over and whipped me on the ass.  Fifteen hard strokes while
I sobbed and begged for mercy.  Mercy that I didn't really want and
didn't get.

   After fifteen hard strokes my ass was burning.  She lifted me back
to my knees and kissed the tears streaming down my face.  She went
back to the deck and returned wearing the panties with the attached
dildo.  She put me back down in the same position and knelt behind me.
I was very wet and the dildo slid in easily.  I took a deep breath and
moaned with pleasure as she fucked me hard.  A few dozen strokes and I
had a fantastic orgasm!  She continued to fuck me and I had another.
And another.  Then she withdrew and I whimpered with disappointment.
A few seconds later I felt her spread my buttocks and press the head
of the dildo against my anus.

   I turned my head and tried to look back up at her.  She pushed a
little and I moaned.  "Do you want it?  Have you ever been
ass-fucked?"  

   "No, I've never been fucked there."  I hesitated.  Then I pushed
back against the dildo and she chuckled.  And thrust her hips forward
in one strong, smooth stroke that drove the dildo into my virgin ass.
I took a deep breath and screamed with pleasure.  "Oh!  God!  Yes!
Fuck my ass hard.  Please."

   Sara grasped my hips and fucked me hard and deep.  I moaned as she
drove the dildo in and out of my tight asshole.  Then she reached
around and grabbed my tits.  She found the clips and squeezed them
hard.  Pain shot through my nipples.  I bucked under her and screamed,
this time in agony.  "Oh shit!  Yes!  Hurt me!  Hurt me!  Hurt me!"
She she found my clit and rubbed it with knowing fingers.  I climaxed
again, bucking under her and screaming with pleasure/pain.

   After I calmed down, she removed everything and helped me to my
feet.  We walked up to the pool and jumped in.  We swam for an hour,
enjoying the feel of the cool water on our nude bodies.  During the
swim we stopped frequently to kiss and fondle each other.  She brought
me off with her tongue and taught me how to do her with mine.  I loved
the taste of her pussy and couldn't get enough.  And I licked her
tightly puckered little anus and loved it!

   By then it was almost 11:30 and I heard my cell phone ring.  It was
laying on the table by the pool and I hopped out to answer.  It was
Jim.  He wanted to tell me that a problem had come up and he was
flying to Chicago, in fact was calling from the airport.  Said he'd
try to get a flight back late, but expected he'd probably have to stay
over.  I told him I'd miss him and had some news for him.  He told me
he'd miss me too.  "I love you," he whispered and then he had to go.

   I turned back to the pool and Sara was sitting on the far side with
a concerned look on her face.  I put the phone down and dove in,
swimming underwater to the far side.  I came up in front of her and
held the wall on either side of her.  I kissed her pretty knees and
told her that Jim would be out of town.  She smiled and asked if I was
happy about it or sad.  "A combination, I think.  Happy that we can
have more time, sad that he won't be home tonight so I can show him
what you've done for me.  Turned me back on.  Literally.  Thank you."

   She grinned and ruffled my hair.  "No problem.  Any time."  She
pushed me back gently with one foot and slipped into the water.  We
hugged, rubbing our bodies together and I rested my chin on her
shoulder.  "Would you be upset if I said I love you?"

   She shook her head.  "No, I wouldn't.  Do you?"

   I leaned back and stared into her eyes.  "Yes, Sara Louise, I love
you."

   She kissed the tip of my nose.  "Good, because I love you, too.
Now how about some lunch?  I'm starving!"

   I laughed and climbed out of the water, reaching back to help her.
She grabbed my hand and I lifted her out of the pool in one smooth
motion.  She's only 5'3" and maybe 110 pounds and it was no strain to
lift her.  She was surprised and impressed.  I pointed at the garden.
"I've been digging and lifting and hauling for two years.  I've
developed some muscles."

   We squeezed the water out of our hair and climbed the steps to the
lower deck.  I went in through the basement door and grabbed two
towels from the pile I keep on a table just inside the door.  I threw
one to Sara and we climbed up to the upper deck and dried off.  I
loved looking at her body and told her so.  She grinned and put her
underpants down.  "Okay, we'll stay nude if you prefer."

   We went inside and rummaged through the refrigerator, finally
settling on Tuna sandwiches with a salad.  And lemonade.  Sara made
the salad while I mixed the Tuna with lemon juice, chopped green
pepper, chopped onions, and a pinch of Basil.  I made big sandwiches
on Beefsteak Rye and Sara protested that she'd never finish hers.  But
she devoured every crumb and looked hopefully at the last quarter of
my sandwich.  I groaned in mock dismay and pushed my plate across the
table.  She grinned happily and dug in.

   As she was finishing up, I casually mentioned that my mother had
been bugging me to leave Sarah overnight sometime.  Sara glanced up.
"Really?  Do you want to....."  Her voice trailed off.  I nodded.  I
ran down and got the cell phone and called mom.  She was delighted
when I asked if she could keep Sarah overnight.  I told her that Jim
was out of town and I had a girlfriend over and wanted to spend some
time with her.  Mom told me to enjoy myself and got off the phone as
soon as she could, before I changed my mind.

   When I put the phone down Sara snapped her fingers and I dropped to
my knees in front of her.  I kissed her right knee and waited to see
what would happen next.  She leaned back and told me I could sit back
on my heels.  I did so and then she lifted her feet and placed them on
my thighs, just above my knees.  I took her left foot in both hands
and lifted it so that I could massage it.  She closed her eyes and
moaned with pleasure as I worked on her foot.  When I finished the
left one, I did the right one.  

   When I was done she opened her eyes and smiled lazily.  "How can I
whip you after that?  Maybe we should wax your pussy instead.  Ok?"

   I nodded.  "But why are you asking me?  I'm your slave."

   "Good point."  She leaned forward and slapped me lightly.  "Get you
ass going and get dressed.  We'll go buy a waxing kit.  Wear a short
skirt, a little top, and sandals.  Nothing else.  Now go."

   I nodded and jumped to my feet.  I ran upstairs and dried my hair
with the blowdryer.  Sara followed lesiurely and used it when I was
done.  Then I pulled out some things and showed them to her.  She
chose the denim skirt I'd worn the day before and a little blue cotton
top.  I slipped them on and she nodded in approval.  We did our makeup
and then she went downstairs and picked her clothes up from the deck.
I watched her dress with mixed feelings.  God, I loved seeing her
nude.

   On the way to a drugstore in her van she brought up the subject of
the lease on the garage.  "Will you have to get Jim's agreement?"

   She was stroking my left thigh, my skirt pushed high, and I was
finding it hard to concentrate.  "No, the house is in my name."  I
glanced at her and grinned slyly.  "He did it for business reasons.
So nobody could come after it if they sued the partners and won.
Besides, most of the money we have in the house came from my
inheritance."

   We pulled into the parking lot at the drugstore and I looked around
quickly to see if there were any familiar cars.  She noticed and said,
"Don't worry, I'll behave.  The last thing I want to do is embarass
you or endanger your marriage."  

   I sighed with relief and whispered, "Thank you.  I love you so
much!"

   Once inside the drugstore we hurried to the cosmetic counter and
spoke to the teenaged girl working there.  She showed us where the
waxing kits were shelved, but most of them were the kind with the
pre-waxed strips, suitable for doing your legs, but not for your
bikini area.  At least that what Sara said.  The girl nodded.  "Yes,
you need the hot wax kit.  And then you need some cheesecloth. We have
a couple under the counter.  They don't sell too well these days."
She found them and we took both.  Then we found a package of
cheesecloth over near the car polish.

   We made a couple of more stops while we were out.  A hardware
store, where we got a lot of attention, and a wholesaler that carried
all kinds of supplies for hair salons.  Sara bought some scissiors and
a set of electric hair clippers.  I didn't need to ask what she needed
them for, but I was in for a surprise.  Once back at the house, out on
the back deck, she had me strip and sit on one of the kitchen stools
she brought out.  Then she told me she was going to give me a haircut
before waxing my pubic area.  I looked over my shoulder and she
laughed.  "Don't look so skeptical.  I trained as a hairdresser before
I quit and went to school to learn photography.  I'm going to cut your
hair short, much shorter than it is now."

   I turned and gazed out over the garden and she went to work.  She
cut my hair very short, no longer than 2" anywhere, and used the
clipper to clean the hair off the back of my neck.  When she was done
I went inside and stood in front of the mirror.  I was astonished at
how great my hair looked that short.  She had me washe my hair in the
kitchen sink when I returned.  Then Sara was rummaged through the
refrigerator until she found what she was looking for, a lemon, and
cut it in half.  Then she had me sit in the sun and she squeezed lemon
juice in my wet hair.  She told me that it would give me sexy blonde
streaks in my light brown hair.

   She had me sit in one of the chairs from the patio set, with my
feet up on the railing and spread wide.  Then she had me scoot forward
until my butt was on the edge of the chair.  This allowed her to
crouch in front of me and clip the hair on my pubic mound while the
sun worked on my hair.  Later, she had me stretch out on my back while
she carefully placed strips of cheesecloth over my pubic mound and
carefully ladled warm melted wax onto them.  "Don't move," she warned,
"I don't want to burn you."

   I stayed very quiet.  She rubbed my belly gently while the wax
dried.  Then she grabbed the end of one of the strips of cloth and
said, "You may scream."  Then she ripped it off.  I did scream.  She
ripped the other strip off before I had a chance to think.  After a
quick check she told me it would take two more to do the job.  At
least two.  Actually it took four.  And then she rubbed in a liberal
amount of Jergen's lotion to soothe my skin.  I was as smooth and as
bare as when I'd been when I was 11.  I went inside and looked in the
mirror.  "So very sexy," I thought.  I hoped Jim felt the same when he
saw me.

   Sara came in while I was staring at myself in the mirror.  "What do
you think," she asked?  There was a slight note of uncertainty in her
voice.

   I looked over at her and said, "I think it's great!  I love the way
I look.  But you sounded tentative when you asked?  Is that any way to
question your slave?"

   Sara sighed.  "You may be my slave and I may beat your ass from
time to time, but I care about you.  I want you to be happy.  In fact,
your happiness is the most important thing to me."  I was impressed by
her obvious sincerity and I walked over and dropped to my knees in
front of her.  She ran her hand through my hair and I sighed with
pleasure.  Then I reached and took her hand in mine and kissed it.
"Sara, I'll be your slave for as long as you want me.  It's amazing,
but in only two days you've become one of the most important people in
my life."

   Then she cuffed me on the shoulder and told me to go take a shower.
We were going out to dinner and then dancing.  I glanced at her in
alarm and she grinned.  "Don't worry, I'm taking you to this quiet
little lesbian club across the river."

   I showered and shaved my legs.  Then Sara showered and we took
turns drying each other's hair.  Mine took about 2 minutes.  Hers
maybe 3.  Then we chose our outfits for the evening.  She had to run
out to the garage and get some clothes out of her van.  She wore a
little green dress almost the same shade as her eyes.  Black patterned
stockings - thigh highs, black heels.  A jade necklace and matching
earrings.  She looked stunning when she was finished.  

   I agonized and finally chose a little black sleeveless dress.  I
was going to wear black stockings, but Sara insisted that I wear white
thigh highs.  A sexy pair of thong-style panties in white silk and a
pair of black pumps completed my outfit.  Jewelery was limited to a
single strand of artifical pearls and matching earrings.

   I called my mom and talked to her for a while, then 'talked' to
Sarah.  I told mom to call me on the cell phone if she needed me and
she told me that she'd raised children herself and hadn't forgotten
how it went.  I took the hint and told her I'd call in the morning.

   The restaurant where we ate was one of the best in the city.  Very
hard to get reservations, but Sara knew someone and we were welcomed
warmly.  Dinner was superb and the wine was perfect.  I had a filet
and Sara had prime rib.  We chatted and giggled like a couple of
college girls.  Then, about halfway through dinner, she leaned over
and said, "I want you to go to the ladies room.  Remove your panties
and then walk back her holding them in your left hand.  Then sit down
and hand them across the table to me.  Don't attempt to hide them, but
don't call attention to yourself either."  I hesitated and she told me
I would take 5 strokes on my bare ass in the parking lot as
punishment.  I got to my feet and carefully placed my napkin on my
chair.  I walked to the ladies room and went into the end stall.  I
lifted my skirt and pushed my panties down and stepped out of them.
Then I used the toilet.  I took my time washing my hands.  Then,
holding my panties so they dangled from my left hand, I walked back to
the table.  My face was buring and I was sure that everyone was
looking at me.  Sara told me later that only one couple appeared to
notice.  I resumed my seat and handed my panties across to Sara.  It
was the most humiliating, and most exciting thing I'd ever done.

   Later, when we left, she opened her purse and took out a little
leather quirt.  She made me bend over between the van and the next car
and lift my dress above my waist.  Then she gave me 5 hard strokes
across my buttocks.  I bit my lip to keep from screaming as she
whipped me.  When she was done she rubbed my buttocks for a moment and
then allowed me to straighten up and slide my dress down.  I was
crying, tears running down my cheeks, and she lifted herself on her
toes and kissed me.  Then we got into the van and left.  She had me
lift my dress so that my bare buttocks were in contact with the
leather seat.  "Sit that way from now on when we're alone."

   She took me to the 'Evergreen' a quiet lesbian bar across the
river.  It wasn't busy that night and I was thankful for that later
on.  We sat in a booth in the back of the room, Sara facing the front
of the bar, and ordered drinks.   White wine for me, seltzer with a
twist of lemon for her.  "I have to drive," she said by way of
explanation.  The barmaid was cute, a slim blonde who looked like a
college girl.

   After she took our order, Sara excused herself and went up to talk
to the bartender, a tough-looking woman in her late thirties or early
forties.  After some back-and-forth, Sara pushed a couple of bills
across the bar and the bartender nodded agreement.  I asked Sara what
that was all about and she said, "Five in the parking lot later.  You
need to learn some manners."  

   I stared down at my hands and nodded.  "Yes, Sara, I'll try."

   Our drinks were served and Sara toasted our relationship.  Then she
called the barmaid over and handed her some change for the jukebox.
After the girl left, Sara leaned across and said, "As soon as the
music starts I want you to get up and dance.  Kick your shoes off
first.  Then get up and dance on top of that table over there."  She
pointed to a large round table in the middle of the room.

   I looked at her in shock, but that wasn't all.  "Take your dress
off too.  You're going to dance in your thigh highs."

   "Sara, please....."

   She shook her head.  "Ten in the parking lot."

   I stared at her, tears in my eyes.  "Yes, Sara, I'll do as you
say."

   The music stared and I gave her a last appealing glance.  She
lifted her chin and said, "Dance slave."  I kicked off my shoes and
stood up, unzipping my dress as I slipped out of the booth.  Then I
stooped, grabbed the hem, and pulled it off over my head in one smooth
motion.  I walked to the table, climbed up using a chair as a step,
and started dancing.  My mind was whirling - here I was, a respectable
married woman, dancing nude in a lez bar.  Well, almost nude.  But
having the white thigh highs on somehow made it more humiliating than
if I'd been totally nude.

   The music seemed to go on and on.  After each number I glanced over
at Sara with a silent appeal.  Each time she smiled and waved me on.
I danced and danced, finally losing myself in the music.  Sweat rolled
off me and several women gathered around, clapping with the music and
making appreciative comments.  There was an occasional whistle too.
Sara kept me dancing for what seemed like hours, but actually it was
only 45 minutes.

   When the music finally stopped I was stunned.  I glanced at Sara
and she nodded permission for me to get down.  The blonde barmaid met
me with a towel as I stepped down from the chair.  She smiled and
said, "You were fantastic!"  She looked me over as I dried my
shoulders and arms and whispered, "You've got a great body!  I wish my
breasts were as nice!"  I smiled and thanked her, then made my way
back to the booth.  I stood there, drying myself off, while Sara
sipped her seltzer and watched quietly.

   I realized I couldn't put my dress back on or I'd ruin it.  Sara
went out to the van and returned with a large t-shirt she used as a
nightdress.  I slipped it on and then sat an removed my stockings.
The women in the bar clapped as we walked to the door.  I blushed and
nodded.  We went outside.  I was carrying my dress, shoes, and
stockings.  We walked to the van and Sara opened the door.  I put
everything inside on the back seat.  Then she took out her little
quirt.  "Take the t-shirt off and stand with your hands clasped behind
your neck."

   I obeyed instantly.  I was standing there, staring across the
parking lot, when the blonde barmaid appeared.  She had a slim sheath
of bills in her hand.  Her eyes widened when she saw me standing there
nude.  Sara asked her what she wanted.  She explained that some of the
women had given her money to give me.  A tip.  Sara told her that she
could keep it.  She nodded.  "Thank you.  What are you doing to her?"
Sara told her that I was being punished for not obeying as I should.
The girl nodded and asked if she could watch.  Sara glanced at her and
asked, "Would you like to punish her?"  The girl's eyes widened and
she nodded.  I moaned, "Please, Sara, no...."  Sara glanced at me.
"Twenty."  I bit my lip and remained silent.

   Sara handed the girl the quirt and told her to give me twenty
strokes, hard strokes, between my upper thighs and my shoulder blades.
The girl took the quirt and laid it on with a heavy hand.  After two,
Sara held up her hand to stop her.  "Gag?"  I nodded and she gagged me
with a strip of duct tape she ripped off a roll she kept in the van.
Then the girl whipped me hard while I screamed into the gag.  After it
was over, Sara ripped the duct tape off and snapped her fingers.  I
dropped to my knees, sobbing, and thanked the girl for whipping me.
She smiled and whispered, "I loved doing it.  I'd love to do it
again."  Sara took her elbow and walked her a short distance away.
They chatted for a moment and Sara wrote something down.  Her name and
phone number I found out later.  Then Sara returned and allowed me to
crawl into the front seat and crouch on the floor.  I wasn't allowed
to put on any clothes.


        END OF PART II  
   

                        A Walk In The Park - III


   The drive home seemed endless, but didn't take more than 20
minutes.  I was terrified that we'd be stopped and I'd be discovered -
crouched nude on the floor on the passenger side.  Later, when I
mentioned my fear to Sara she nodded and said, "You're right, that was
an inexcusable risk.  It won't happen again."

   Jim called shortly after we got home and we talked for a long time.
I was sitting at Sara's feet, talking on the cell phone while she ran
her fingers throught my hair.  I told Jim about my hair, but said I
had another surprise for him when he got home.  Then I changed the
subject and told him I'd met a photographer named Sara who wanted to
renovate and lease the apartment over the garage.  He shifted into
accountant mode and questioned me about what had taken place.

   He was pleased when I told him she'd pay $1,000 a month on a 1 year
lease.  Even more pleased when I told him she'd renovate the place and
all we had to do was pay for materials and a plumber.   He said he
wanted to see estimates and I told him she'd have them the next day.
He told me to call our lawyer and get a lease drawn up, plus an
agreement about the renovation.  Then he asked me about her.  I
grinned at Sara and winked.  "Well," I began, "She's a cute little
redhead with big green eyes and freckles.  Very good photographer -
she's shown me some of her work."  I muted the phone and whispered,
"He loves redheads."

   I listened for a moment.  "Yes, I told her she could have one stall
in the garage and use of the pool.  She agreed to clean it a couple of
times a week."  (He hates to clean the pool)  "She swam with me today.
Well, Jim, you'll just have to see for yourself.  I think she looked
cute."  I rolled my eyes and Sara giggled.  We chatted for a while
longer and then he told me he'd be home late the following afternoon.
I told him I'd have the estimate and would arrange for Sara to be
there so he could meet her.

   After I hung up, Sara collared me and put leather cuffs on my
wrists and ankles.  I spent an hour that night on the floor of my
bedroom.  On my belly, hands cuffed behind me, ankles cuffed together.
A butt plug in my ass and a penis gag in my mouth.  Sara watched
television and gave me an occasional stroke with the quirt.  She
assured me that the red marks would disappear by the next afternoon.
Finally, she released me and took me to bed.  The sex was fantastic!

   The next morning I was up at 6:00 a.m.  Sara woke up while I was in
the shower and joined me.  I shampooed her hair, washed her from head
to foot, and then dried her with gentle pats using my newest bath
towels.  I blow dried her hair for her and brushed it for 15 minutes.
Then, while she was dressing, I hurried downstairs to pour her a cup
of coffee (automatic coffeemaker, set up every night because Jim is up
VERY early and likes his coffee).  When I brought the coffee into the
bedroom, Sara was still nude.  She sat on the edge of the bed and I
dropped to my knees and presented her with the cup.  She sighed
appreciatively as she sipped.  I leaned forward and kissed her knees.
Then I dropped down onto my back and lifted her feet onto my belly.
She leaned over and smiled at me.  "You're the perfect slave!"

   Sara allowed me to masturbate while she watched.  Then we were both
rushing to get dressed.  I had to go to my mom's house and pick up
Sarah before mom decided I'd abandoned her.  Sara had to get busy and
make some measurements and then start hitting Home Depot and the like
to price materials.  It was a busy day for both of us.

   My mom was glad to see me and I could tell that Sarah had given her
a workout.  Of course mom picked up on the fact that I wasn't wearing
a bra and made a couple of snide remarks.  She assumed that Jim was
behind it and of course I did nothing to change her assumption.  We
chatted as we got Sarah ready to travel and I found myself wondering
what would happen if I came right out and said, "Oh, by the way mom,
it wasn't Jim who got me to go braless.  It was this woman I met the
other day.  She's introduced me to lesbian sex and bondage.  Mom, I'm
her slave and I love it."  Of course mom noticed the little smile and
asked what I was smiling about.  I shook my head, "Nothing mom, just
thinking about this woman I saw in the park."

   Then Sarah and I were out and on the road home.  She's always glad
to go to grandma's but she's like me - glad to leave again.  We went
home and I took her with me from room to room as I cleaned house.  I
changed into shorts and one of Jim's old undershirts before I started.
After a few minutes I stopped and cut the shirt off just below my
breasts.  I felt very sexy in it.  The deep armholes did little to
conceal my breasts.  Sara was turning me into a real exhibitionist and
I was loving it.  I knew Jim would too.  He called while I was
cleaning the kitchen and told me he wouldn't be home until at least 7
p.m.  I told him I expected that Sara would be back by then and we
could go over her estimate. 

   Sarah went down for her nap shortly after Jim's call and I stripped
my clothes off and washed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees.
Then, still nude, I cleaned all of the bathrooms.  When I heard Sarah
wake from her nap I threw my clothes back on and took her for a walk.
While we were walking I decided to have steaks for supper - done on
the grill.  Sarah would be sleepy by the time Jim got home.  I knew
he'd spend some time with her and that would allow me to grill the
steaks and get everything ready.  I called the Wine Basket, a local
liquor store that delivers, and had them deliver two bottles of
Woodbridge Blush Chardonnay - I know, it doesn't go with steak but we
like the wine.

   Sara pulled in at 5:30, hot and sweaty from a day of frantic
activity.  We took Sarah out on the deck and Sara bounced her on her
knee while I went in and got her a cold bottle of Rolling Rock.  And
one for myself.  Sara took a long drink and then I asked her how her
day had gone.  She grinned and told me that it had been hot and
tiring, but worth it.  She'd met some helpful people and had a pretty
good idea of what it would cost to do over the apartment.  She told me
that the materials would cost roughly $12,000 and the plumber would be
about $2,500.  She was a little surprised when I said, "Let's double
both numbers to be safe."  Then we shook on it and I told her that Jim
would be pleased.

   She nodded.  "Got any plans for tonight?"

   It was my turn to grin.  "I'm going to fuck his brains out!"

   Sara tipped her glass in salute and said, "Good for you.  You know
that I never intended to come between you and Jim."

   "Yes, I know that.  In fact, he has you to thank for waking my
libido again."  And I tipped my glass in salute.

   Sara said she'd bring a sleeping bag up to the apartment and spend
the night there.  I told her she could have the guest room but she
said, "Maybe tomorrow night, not tonight.  You need privacy."  I had
to agree with her on that.  We finished our beer and I went into the
house while Sara headed for her van to go shopping for a sleeping bag.

   I took another shower and put on a white terrycloth robe, a short
one that just covers my butt.  I left my hair wet, grabbed Sarah out
of her crib, and went down to check on the potatoes I'd put in the
oven earlier.  As I passed the full-length mirror at the end of the
upstairs hall I noticed how nicely the white robe contrasted with my
tan.  I knew Jim would like it.

   I heard a car door as I was closing the oven door.  A minute later
Jim opened the front door and set his bag and briefcase down in the
hall.  I stepped into the hall from the kitchen with Sarah balanced on
my hip and saw his eyes widen as he realized what I was wearing.  He
hugged us, making faces at Sarah and laughing at her response.  I set
Sarah down and gave him a big hug.  Then I put my chin on his shoulder
and whispered, "I want you to fuck my brains out later."

   He stepped back and gave me a long, searching look.  Then he smiled
and said, "Count on it!  What's for dinner?"  I swatted him and
suggested that he take his daughter and amuse her for a while or there
might be no dinner.  He scooped Sarah up in one arm and ran his other
hand up under my robe.  He chuckled as his hand moved over my bare
bottom.  "Oh my, no panties, just like the big girls!"  I slapped at
his arm and danced away, escaping into the kitchen while he and Sarah
headed for the livingroom to play.

   I went out onto the deck and fired up the gas grill.  Then I went
inside to start a salad while the grill heated up.  I opened one of
the bottles of wine and poured two glasses, bringing one into the
livingroom for Jim.  Then it was back to 'drudring' in the kitchen.  I
pulled the steaks out and seasoned them.  The grill was hot when I
went back, so I used a wire brush on the cooking surface and then put
the steaks on.  For the next few minutes I divided my time between the
grill, the salad, and checking the oven to see if the baked potatoes
were ready.

   Everything came together at the right time, no small accomplishment
considering my limited ablity in the kitchen (I hate to cook) and I
called Jim as I ferried things out to the patio table.  Jim came in
with Sara and brought carriage out for me and put her in it.  Then we
sat down to eat.  Sara, with perfect timing, pulled into the driveway
just as Jim was raising his glass in a toast to the coming evening.
Sara was toting a large bag as she started up the outside stairs to
the apartment.  I was inclined to let her go, but Jim suggested that I
invite her over for a drink at least.

   I called to her and she waved and continued on up the stairs.  I
glanced at Jim and shrugged.  He suggested I go and talk to her.  I
hesitated, but I could tell that he wanted to meet her so I got up and
ran down the stairs and across the grass.  The door was open when I
got to the top of the stairs and Sara was sweeping with an old broom
she'd found.  She glanced up with a surprised look.  "What are you
doing here?  Go and have fun with your husband."

   "He wants to meet you.  He's shifting into 'accountant' mode and I
thought I'd better humor him.  Please come and meet him and have a
glass of wine."

   She cocked her head to one side and studied me for a moment.  "Do
you really want me to come?"

   I grinned.  "No, but come anyway."

   She grinned back at me.  "I can't resist when you sweet-talk me
like that."

   We walked back to the house and I introduced them.  Jim shook her
hand and I could tell that he liked her.  I glanced back and forth as
they chatted.  It was hard to tell how Sara felt.  We sat down and
Sara accepted a glass of wine.  She glanced at my plate as she took
her first sip and I realized that she probably hadn't eaten anything.
I insisted that she share my steak and she gave in after some
half-hearted protests.

   I got her a plate and gave her half of my dinner.  Let me tell you,
it was an interesting meal with my husband and my lesbian lover
sitting on either side of me!  What really got me going was the way
they hit it off.  Sara had taken some accounting courses in college
and they soon lost me as they got into investment strategies and
market trends and the like.  I was daydreaming when I felt a touch on
my left knee.  Jim didn't miss a word as he caressed my knee and then
slid his hand up my bare thigh.  Neither did Sara when she ran her
toes up my right calf.  I glanced back and forth, they were both
seemingly intent on their conversation, but both of them were feeling
me up!  I did the only thing I could think of and got up to get
another bottle of wine.  As I opened the door I glanced back.  They
were deep in conversation and didn't seem to notice that I was gone!
Talk about a strange evening!

   After dinner, while Jim put Sarah to bed, Sara helped me clear the
table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.  Then she left and I went
upstairs to see my husband.  When he finished with Sarah he found me
waiting in the hall.  Nude.  I dropped to my knees as he approached
and unzipped his pants.  He was ready.  I took his cock into my mouth
and moaned with pleasure as I ran my tongue over it.  I've always
loved sucking a nice hard cock.  Jim ran his hands through my hair and
sighed as I sucked him.  "Oh shit, Hannah.  You are soooo good.  Suck
it babe!  Please suck it!  Take it all in."  And I did.  He's about 7"
when he's hard and I've learned how to take the whole thing in my
mouth without gagging.  Then he started moving his hips, literally
fucking me in the mouth.  God, I loved it! 

                                 End of Part III