The Adventures of Heather, Part 27B [A-H] The estate was as beautiful as ever and in the sun looked spectacular. The limo went to a side door and Barbara met them all with a big hug and kiss. Soon they were settled in a very large, long room on comfortable chairs and a maid brought in tea and lots of things to snack on. Barbara looked wonderful, her trim figure snug in a pair to tight slacks and knit top tucked into the waistband. Her small pointed breasts were almost totally moulded in full view by the fabric. "Nice sweater Barb. Trolling for the help?" Barbara looked down and smiled. "Just for you girls. Honest. Too risky being caught looking like this in the papers. I'd never live it down. I'm glad you like it." She had already turned a couple of heads of the staff this morning, but she had pretended not to notice. "Don't blame us if you end up with some teeth marks and saliva stains all over those delicious nipples before we leave." "Ummmm. Sounds serious! Maybe I'm gone too far!" They all laughed and sipped on their tea. "Damn. Where is Elizabeth?" Barbara looked over her shoulder down the long room toward the doors at the end. "Elizabeth?" "My personal secretary. Well, we are the dearest friends as well. I've invited her to go tonight, if she wants. I hope you don't mind a fifth. I've shared a bit of our adventure from the other night with her and I don't think she approves a bit. She's very overprotective of me, I'm afraid. And a bit stand-offish with strangers. I do believe she thinks I've gone over the edge for sure." Traci looked over at Heather. "Barbara, speaking of nice tits. We were just having a conversation on that very subject on our way down here." "Oh, really. Anybody's in particular?" She glanced at Heather's pair. "Yes, actually, Sherry here is seriously considering major enhancement surgery." "You want really big ones? Like the bimbos from the party? The kind my husband seems to be obsessed with?" Sherry nodded. And blushed! Barbara didn't poke fun, continuing, "Well, if those women weren't screwing my husband, I could be more objective, I'm afraid. But I do have to admit that they all have fantastic shapes. It's frightfully expensive, you know. I mean, to have them done that big and have it come out right." "It is? I was afraid of that. How much?" Sherry looked crestfallen. "Ummmm. I can get Elizabeth to pull the bills. Many thousands. Stirling. Can you believe I have to pay the bills for him? At first I didn't know what it was for. God, I can be so stupid sometimes!" The doors at the end of the room opened and closed quietly, a tall woman began striding toward them. Heather watched her. Tall. Mid-twenties. Platinum, no, dark silver blonde hair, straight in a long pony tail poking out through the band at the back of a plain baseball hat, a pair of dark glasses perched on the hat. The long hair had one carefully applied curl at its very end that bounced at middle ass level as she walked. A few strategic strands were left to curl down each side of her pretty face, also enhanced with large silver hoop earrings. Noble features, fine cut, full lips. A beautiful face. Nice ears. Narrow and short waist. A dark sleeveless blouse draped carefully over a full chest of widely separated breasts, swinging slightly from side to side and dipping gently as she walked, revealing the absence of a bra and the proud lack of the need for one at the same time. But it was the hips and legs that caught Heather's breath. This woman had almost impossibly long, perfectly tapered legs that seemed to end deep in a taught ass that was perfectly defined in a pair of skin tight blue jeans. And the legs ended in narrow ankles and small feet that were neatly encased in toeless black high heels with blood red nails. Heather felt herself tremble and go completely wet between her legs. It was only with a difficult effort that she was able to raise her eyes to look into this woman's face. Blue eyes. Electric blue eyes. Toeless high heels. Heather felt her mind go to mush and her hormone level soar. Her eyes locked on the swinging feet getting nearer and nearer. Elizabeth arrived at the table, unaware of the smashing effect she was having on Heather. "There you are! I'm so glad you joined us. Here, sit by me." Barbara fussed over Elizabeth after a brief glance. Then, she did a classic double-take and her mouth dropped open. It was quite some time before she managed to stammer out, "Well, look at you! My, what a transformation!" Her eyes swept over Elizabeth's form several times and their wide open amazement was written all over her face. Clearly, Elizabeth was causing quite a sensation with her employer. Almost as though Barbara had never really looked at her before, as a woman, as a sex object of stunning attractiveness. Traci looked over at Heather. Heather's face was flushed and she was clearly aroused, if she knew Heather at all. She looked over at Elizabeth and saw the open toed shoes. And smiled. Poor Heather was going to have a rough afternoon with this sexy woman hanging around. She knew Heather was almost unable to control her urges when she wore open toed shoes around her, so she was careful to take them off before she met Heather. Unless they were playing sex games. That was different. "Elizabeth, this is Sherry, Heather and Traci. Elizabeth." Barbara was still staring unabashedly at Elizabeth. She waved generally in the direction of her guests. They nodded at each other. Barbara went on. "I've already told them you don't quite approve of their antics the other night." Elizabeth looked like a woman scorned. Traci glanced at Heather again. She noticed it too. "Well, at the risk of putting everyone off tea, I must say that I was shocked to hear of such things going on in the house. Regardless of everyones' motives. Rampant lesbianism. Exhibitionism. Forced rape. I shan't be shocked to hear from their solicitors any day now. It could mean scandal." "Hajime Sorayama!" Sherry exclaimed. They were all a bit mystified. "What?" "She looks just like one of Sorayama's models. Better, in fact, if that's possible." Heather explained. "Sorayama's a Japanese erotic artist. Fantastic talent. The women in his paintings are almost too erotic to look at sometimes. I know the painting she is referring to. It's a three quarter view from the rear. The model is a platinum blonde, the hair is a bit shorter, below the shoulders to mid-back. She is topless and is twisting around at the waist with a hot look on her face. She's gorgeous, of course. But it's the legs that hit you. She has a fantastic ass and the longest legs, accented with shiny leather or vinyl tight pants and black stiletto heels. Sherry's right. You could have been the model." Elizabeth looked surprised. "I guess I should say thanks for the compliment. I...." "Elizabeth, get off your high horse for a minute and just enjoy the company." Elizabeth turned on her with pain in her voice. "Barbara, you could be ruined if this gets out. I'm just trying to think of you." "I know. But sometimes I can take care of myself. It's all going to be fine. You'll see." Barbara patted her arm gently. "Are all three of you really lesbians?" Elizabeth actually looked surprised at her own sudden question. They nodded. "But you're all so gorgeous!" They all started laughing. Sherry responded. "Oh, don't worry, there's all different kinds. I guess we're fems and happen to be attracted to fems. Not too common, but here we are somehow." "Are you going to be doing anything outrageous again with Barbara tonight? I'm not sure I approve of her experimenting like this. I'm sorry, I'm sure you are all very nice people, it's just..." "Elizabeth." Barbara warned her. "We would love for you to join us." Traci said. Elizabeth hesitated. Clearly she was interested. And afraid. "I'm not sure. What do you have in mind?" "More correctly, what does this stewardess and her friends have in mind? I guess we should discuss this. Her name is Lynn. She and four of her friends want to meet us for dinner to get to know us. Then, back to her place for some after dinner activities. She promised total anonymity, and that nobody would do anything crazy. No drugs. No pictures. Everything consenting. If anybody is unhappy, they can leave, no questions asked and no one will argue with you." "Consent to what?" Elizabeth asked. Barbara hesitated. "Well, group sex for one. And there was a mention of bondage." It was very quiet in the room. This was serious new ground for all of them. When do we have to tell them if we're coming or not?" Heather asked. "In about an hour. She already gave me directions to the restaurant. After dinner, they'll blindfold us in the car and take us to a hotel. Or something along those lines. I think some planning was till underway. They want protection as well, you see. Apparently all of them are in the public eye in some way. She said we may know a few of them on sight." "So, we won't know where we are when we're done? How will we get home?" "Cab to where we have the limo waiting." "I have to get back to work." Elizabeth finally said, putting down her cup and standing. "I don't think we should do this. It's too risky." She left the room. Sherry got up after a moment and followed her, twenty paces back. Barbara said, "Well, there goes our fifth. Are the rest of you in?" They looked at each other and nodded. "Sherry too, I'm sure. We should check when she comes back." Heather added. "I've never done any bondage stuff." "Well, we'll experience it together, then. I'm not sure my temperament is right for that sort of thing, but I guess we'll find out!" They grinned nervously. Sherry saw the bouncing pony tail disappear into the door of a room off the hall ahead and followed Elizabeth into the room. It was a completely modern, well lit office with a series of offices branching off down a hall. Elizabeth was surprised to see her there. "Oh, do you need something?" She took the opportunity to look the blond American over closely. In spite of her instinct to reject these women for their brash behaviour, she found herself a bit drawn to all of them. The blond in particular. Sherry was her name. The long hair was gorgeous. "Actually, I was wondering if your computer has access to the Internet." "Yes, it does. Can I get something for you?" "Well, I thought I'd show you the painting I was referring to a while ago. Sorayama's." "You can do that?" "If you have a web browser." "I'm sure it must. The man who put it in was able to show me some things a few weeks ago, but I haven't had time to play with it to find out how to work it." "Would you mind?" "Not at all." Elizabeth moved aside and Sherry slid into the soft chair. In seconds, she located the Internet apps, connected and began a quick search for a web page with Sorayama's material. The search engine was overloaded as usual and seconds passed as she waited for a response. As she waited, she said casually. "When are you going to tell her you love her?" Elizabeth looked like her knees would buckle and she almost dropped the daily diary she had picked up from the desk. She struggled to regain her composure.. "What? I don't believe....." "Barbara. When are you going to tell her how you feel?" She glanced over at Barbara to help make her point and then clicked on a site on the search list. The machine started to pull in indexes of pictures. Elizabeth sat down and stared. "How did you know?" "You two fight like an old married couple. I think she loves you too, but is only beginning to discover her feelings about women, and maybe you at the same time. You really stopped her in her tracks in that outfit." "How can you possibly know that after only meeting me, or seeing us together for fifteen minutes?" "Instinct. Traci and Heather noticed it too." The painting began to draw itself on the screen as the page loaded. Sherry moved aside so Elizabeth could see the screen. Elizabeth stared at the gorgeous model in the painting. "Now that is one seriously erotic woman. Jesus!" "Well, like I said, that's you, honey. You could be the model. Only you are even hotter." Elizabeth glowed at the compliment. She had taken a big chance today, dressing up to show off her height, hair and figure so aggressively. Knowing they were all lesbians made her take the chance. It was so hard to hide her SO and her looks all the time. The men on the estate were after her constantly and she was careful to not offend while all the time all she could see was Barbara. Wonderful straight Barbara. So out of reach. It was hopeless, she knew, but she just couldn't bring herself to leave. And then, Barbara came home from the flight early in the week so excited and playful, full of news about these two outrageously sexy women having sex on the plane, and including her (scandelous she knew, something she could never tell anyone else), and coming to the dinner and actually drugging and raping all these consorts of Barbara's husband, including taking pictures. Elizabeth was shocked at this sudden behaviour change in Barbara, but still made copies of the pictures and had been masturbating while looking at them all week. The week had turned Elizabeth's world upside down. Was it possible that she and Barbara really could be a couple? Her heart had leapt at the possibility. And now these women wanted to go meet other women and play sex games. Just women. With Barbara there. Barbara would have to know who Elizabeth was, and what she was, if she went. When those women began to touch her, she knew her true feelings would come out about her SO. She was so horny all the time anyway around Barbara. She'd never be able to play the role of a straight out experimenting. She stared at the painting. "Can I make a copy?" she said finally. "Sure. Got a color printer? Great. There, it's printing. It's a lot of color, so it'll take a few minutes. So, you sexy thing, are you going to tell her?" "I'm scared shitless to say anything. I could lose everything. You may not be aware of what is at stake here. For her, for me. You three have gone off here like some A-bomb. Barbara's willing to do anything you three suggest. I hardly know where I stand or what to do. My world is turned upside down." She sagged into a chair. "You could lose her if you don't, you know." "I know it." "Listen, I'm not sure what the usual situation is between you two on a day to day basis, but I mean it. You really made a huge impression on her in there. She looked absolutely amazed and couldn't get her eyes off you." "Really? I was too scared to look at her to see if she noticed the outfit." "You should have had a camera to take pictures." Suddenly, some other women from the back office came in and noticed them, then went on out into the hall. "We can't talk about this in here. Too many ears. I was so nervous I forgot they were back there. I don't know where my head is today." "On top of that gorgeous long neck, that's where." Sherry said softly as she stood up and moved over to Elizabeth, reached out and put her hand very gently on her arm. An open invitation. Elizabeth made no move to immediately remove it. "We absolutely can't be fooling around, Sherry. God knows I could use a good roll in the hay, but I can't. Really." Sherry moved as close as she dared. "Surely your trained staff can spare you for a few minutes." "Perhaps. But, first, as attractive as your offer is, a few minutes is certainly not going to satisfy months of built up need. A couple of days would be more like it. And I have enough on my mind with the events of the day without a quicky to really get my juices going." Elizabeth began to run out of excuses. She knew if Sherry pressed, she'd invite her upstairs to her bedroom. Sherry pressed. "Let's get to know each other a bit better before tonight. You're making me wet, you sexy bitch. All I can think of is your long legs around my waist." "Please. It's not fair. You have me at a disadvantage. You know I'm vulnerable..." Sherry signed off the service and saw the modem disconnect. She grabbed Elizabeth's arm and began to move her toward the hall. "Really....." "Hush. It's settled. Now, directions to the bedroom and be quick about it." Elizabeth turned left and moments later, through a hidden door they started up a back staircase to the living quarters upstairs. She led Sherry up the narrow steps and as they came out at the top through another hidden door, they found themselves in a broad open hall with beautiful, rich decorations of all kinds. Five doors down on the left, Elizabeth produced a key and let them inside. The apartment was also beautifully furnished in a middle eastern decor of thick rugs and wall hangings, pillows on the floor, silk tapestries, fine furniture. It was sensuous and Sherry felt she had just walked into some secret lovers nest. The total effect was seriously erotic. "Wow, this is fantastic! She must pay you plenty." She moved her hands over some of the silk scarves hanging from a screen near a wall. She turned. Elizabeth was a few steps away. "I never let anyone in here but the maid. Even Barbara's only been here once, when I first moved in....What you must think of me. I'm not like this..it must be you crazy Americans.." "What I think is that you are beautiful and desirable and hot and I want to take you right here on these cushions." "Not here." Elizabeth reached out and took Sherry's hand and led her back to her bedroom. Warm, more pillows and wall hangings. In the center was a fourposter bed, covered with a rich satin sheet in dark burgundy , with matching pillows. Lots of them. She turned and Sherry came close. She unsnapped Elizabeth's hat and removed it, then, slowly began to unbutton Elizabeth's blouse. Elizabeth began to do the same for Sherry. Their blouses fell open and warm hands covered breasts still held in their bra cups. Elizabeth closed her eyes and Sherry felt her shudder. "It's been a while, huh?" She moved close and hugged her tight. "Forever, it seems." "I love to feast on horny women." Sherry was sucking on her ear and neck. Elizabeth drifted down into Sherry's control as her bra fell to the floor and her large dark brown areola disappeared under the palm of Sherry's right hand, the long red nails contrasting nicely with the snow white skin. Elizabeth's head was back, her long ponytail hanging below her tail, emphasizing her taut buttocks still in the tight blue denim. "You're the first, you know." She sighed and gave a whimper as a hot mouth closed over a now very wrinkled nipple. Sparks raced to her belly. Sucking on her tits was magic for her. Sherry lifted her head and licked the other tit all over. Elizabeth was trembling from the long absent stimulation. "You're kidding. I'm your first woman?" "No, silly. The first to have me here in the house." "Then we have a great responsibility to do it right, don't we?" Elizabeth giggled. "Yes, I suppose we DO!" Sherry had slid her flat hand down the front of the very tight jeans and a finger slid across Elizabeth's hard button. "Get undressed. I want to have you for a delicious dessert." "I like to be dessert. Let me feed you." She stepped back and unsnapped her jeans. Sherry pushed her back on the bed and pulled them off. There were no panties. And the pussy, glistening with anticipation, was shaved bare. It was purple and fully open with arousal. She lowered her head and Elizabeth raised her long legs straight up in the air and then let them fall outwards. Her cry of pleasure filled the room as Sherry's tongue ran up her inner thigh and plunged into the waiting honey pot. It was over forty-five minutes before Elizabeth began to come down in Sherry's arms, her pent up need blunted for the moment by Sherry's eager and very physical love making. She turned and looked into Sherry's eyes. "That was nice." And they cuddled together for a few last minutes before they fled back downstairs, appearing in the hallway at separate times. Just before they parted, Sherry pulled her back and, holding her hand tightly to make her point, said, "Come with us tonight. Take a chance." "I'll think about it. Really, I will. It's an incredible risk you are asking us both to take." "OK. I know that. We all do. I'll count on seeing you later. Promise?" "We'll see." They kissed for a moment and Elizabeth hurried off. She glanced back just before turning into her office and blew Sherry a kiss. Somehow Sherry knew she'd see her that evening. She hurried back down the hall toward the room she left almost an hour ago, and realized she was lost. Room by room, she began to hunt for her companions.