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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 17) [Asian, MFf, First Time]
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Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 03:10:03 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
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Chapter 16:  Interlude, Sara's Story (Part 3)

Summer, 1986 - Disney World

"I'm not a little girl."  She held her voice steady
and kept her eyes from blinking.  She wanted the
conviction she felt in her heart to show in her voice.
 "I know what I want."

"I want to spend the night with you."  She softened
her voice now; she didn't want it sound like this was
a challenge.  She wanted it to sound as special as she
felt it was inside.  "I want to spend the night with
you.  I want to make love with you."

Just the effort of saying the words gave her a shiver.
 She did her best to grip down on her emotions, not
wanting her anticipation to be mistaken for
nervousness.  "I want you to be my first.  I want you
to fuck me."

And there it was, the offer, the request was out in
the open.  The words seemed to hang in the air in
front of her, like over ripe grapes waiting to be
plucked -- Globes of purple and green so full of juice
that their skins were in danger of rupturing.  The
sweet juice leaking out.

"Sara?"  

A shrill voice pierced Sara's fantasy, boring its way
into her thoughts and shattering the imaginary
conversation.  With a jolt, the bathroom came back
into focus, along with the mirror she had been staring
into.

"Are you okay in there?"

Sara tried to catch her breath as she returned to the
life she really led.

"Sara?"  Her mother's voice repeated a heightened
sound of concern to the tone.  "Are you okay?"

"Yes."  Sara managed to croak out, the dryness of her
throat making her voice a raspy whisper.  

There was a long pause of silence, during which Sara
started to assume that maybe her mother was satisfied
and would leave her alone.

"You've been in there for over an hour."  No such
luck, her mother was still just on the other side of
the thin bathroom door.  "What are you doing?"

"Nothing!"  The sudden sharpness of her voice caught
even Sara by surprise.  She didn't mean to sound
alarmed, but it spilled out of her of its own accord.

"Are you having your period?"  Her mother's voice was
just above a whisper now, tinged with an apologetic
shame.

"God!  No!"  Sara shouted back, shocked at the
suggestion.

"Oh, okay."  Her mother sounded honestly relieved now.
 "You know, you can talk to me right?"

"Yes, mom."  The conversation felt so uncomfortable
that it bordered on physically painful.  

She lied.  Sara never felt like she could talk to her
mother about anything, least of all this.  There was
no way her mother would understand what she was going
through.

Sara waited, nervously watching the bathroom door. 
She still expected it to open and her mother to come
bursting in for one reason or another.  She let out a
relieved exhale when she heard her mother's footsteps
walk away from the bathroom door.

Looking back to her reflection she made a silent vow
to herself. 

Today was going to be the day.  The last chance.  Time
to lay it all on the line.

========

"I'm not a little girl.  I know what I want."  Sara
ran the words over in her mind as the monorail
soundlessly glided to a stop.  She could picture their
reaction.  How thrilled they'd be that she had come to
this decision.  How they'd accept without a second
thought.

The metallic chime signaled the monorails arrival,
followed by the happily pleasant voice that announced
they should exit to the driver's right.  She didn't
see the point of the announcement, since only the left
side doors opened.

She was bubbling over with energy, energy that she
wanted to direct towards something.  Anything.  She
felt desires and directions that she hadn't before. 
And all she wanted was to go with them, to follow them
through.  She didn't want to wait, she wanted them
now.

Darker emotions hid behind all of this positive
energy.  This was really the last day that Stacey and
Ben would be on vacation.  And possibly the last day
she would ever see them again.  If they were leaving
tomorrow, that was fine.  But they'd still be here
today and she was going to enjoy that.  She could
always feel sad tomorrow.


The energy propelled her up and out of the plastic
seat.  She lunged for the open doors, grabbing the
metal hand rest, using her momentum to swing herself
out onto the platform.  She imagined she was a
gymnast, moving with speed and grace, carried along by
her dreams.

In reality, the movement probably looked as graceful
as a giraffe on roller skates trying to do a mambo. 
The thought immediately made her start to feel self
conscious.

No, she pushed those darker thoughts out of her mind. 
That was the old her, the gawky, uncomfortable, unsure
of herself person.  At least for now she had left that
person behind.  It was like she was wearing someone
else's skin.  Or an armor that hid her normal life
from eyes that knew nothing about her.

Sara descended the steps two at a time, leaving the
monorail platform and entering into the subdued early
morning bustle of the hotel lobby.  She had expected
it to be busier, but there was only a few dozen people
milling about.  

That was just fine with her, the level of activity she
expected to find would have made her skittish.  No
doubt in an hour or so the lobby would be an exercise
in organized chaos.
 
She walked across the lobby, her sandals clicked on
the freshly polished floor.  She kept her eyes open
for any familiar faces.  She had only gotten half way
across the lobby when she spotted who she sought.

She saw Stacey sitting in one of the bright orange
vinyl lounging seats that ringed the outer fringes of
the lobby.  Correction, she spotted Stacey's blonde
hair first, the rest of her mostly hidden behind a
newspaper and a paper cup of coffee.

Stacey seemed to sense Sara, the newspaper moving to
the side and her head instinctively turning to face
the approaching young woman.  A smile appearing on
Stacey's face as their eyes met.

Even though Sara tried to hide it, she couldn't help
but let her lips curl into a goofy smile of her own. 
She knew it probably looked childish and ridiculous,
but she couldn't keep the emotions in.

"Hey, nice shirt."  Stacey chided with a wink as Sara
arrived in front of her.

"Thank you."  Sara instinctively laughed, but she had
to glance down to remember what she was wearing.  She
smiled even more when she recognized the white cotton
Mickey Mouse t-shirt that Stacey had bought her the
day before.  "I thought I'd blend in better with all
the other tourists."

"I knew it would look good on you."  Stacey smirked
with a slight hint of pride.

Sara was unaccustomed to the attention, but she
enjoyed it none the less.  She twirled slowly in
place, letting Stacey look her completely over.  After
all, she had picked her attire entirely for their
benefit.  She wanted their last memories of her to be
good ones.

She hadn't spent most of the morning in the bathroom
for nothing.

Besides the t-shirt, she had picked out a pair of old
cut off jean shorts that she rightly should have
thrown away a year ago.  She hadn't picked them for
their comfort, but for the tightness of them.  She
knew that they hugged her hips and showed off her
small butt.  She took particular enjoyment in the idea
that right at this moment, that's what Stacey was
looking at.

She even took the time to put on some make up, nothing
extraordinary, just enough to accent without being
noticeable.  Just a light dusting of pink blush to
give her cheekbones a slight rosy glow and a quick
swipe of eye liner to accent her eyes.  

Unfortunately she had to admit she had her mother to
thank for this.  She wouldn't even have bothered to
bring the meager collection of makeup that she owned. 
But her mother insisted that they'd be going out for
at least one "special meal."  That it wouldn't hurt
her to look good for once.

The hardest part to decide on was her hair.  Normally
she didn't bother to do much with it at all.  She kept
it just slightly longer than shoulder length, and then
let gravity handle the rest.  It just kind of hung
down where it wanted to go and she was happy with
that.  

But this morning she'd gone through no less than four
different attempts to make it look more mature and
impressive.  

She'd tried braiding it, but pigtails made her think
that she looked like she belonged in kindergarten. 
One long braid didn't help matters either.

In the end she just pinned her bangs back behind her
ears, uncovering her normally hidden eyes.  It wasn't
the ideal solution she had in mind, but she did have
to admit that it looked better than her normal
appearance.

"Very nice."  Stacey smiled as Sara returned to facing
her.

Sara couldn't help but smile even more, the compliment
making her beam with emotion.  

"You hungry?"  Stacey rose from the chair and slipped
an arm around Sara's shoulders like she was greeting
an old friend.

"Yes."  Sara found herself looking at her older friend
in a way she hadn't imagined looking at another female
before.  She watched the way Stacey's ample chest
bounced slightly under her neon pink Ocean Pacific
tank top.

She thought about leaving it just at that, but decided
that with so little time left, she wasn't going to
leave any thing just because of her modesty.

"For more than breakfast."  Sara whispered into
Stacey's ear as she slipped a hand into the back
pocket of Stacey's jeans.

Stacey raised a surprised eyebrow at Sara's bluntness.
 "Oh my, it sounds like someone is horny this
morning."  She whispered back.

Sara nodded quickly with a smile, deciding to say
nothing more for now.  

"Well, let's eat first and then see what the day has
in store for us?"  Stacey's voice returned to a normal
tone and started to lead the way deeper into the
hotel.

Sara slipped an arm around Stacey's hips, holding her
quite comfortably as they walked.  She was excited by
the boldness of this.  The idea that everyone could
see them walking together so closely and that she
didn't care who saw.

They stepped into the elevator bay and released each
other as Stacey reached to press the upwards call
button.  There wasn't a wait as one of the elevators
immediately binged and the doors slid open.

Sara dashed into the empty elevator and paused in
front of the button display, realizing that she wasn't
entirely sure where they were headed.  Stacey reached
past her pressing the 24th floor button.

Sara quickly pressed the "Close Door" button now, her
eyes anxiously watching the open doors.  She only
stopped pressing the button when the doors started to
silently slide closed,

She then turned to face Stacey, not wanting to waste a
moment.  Stepping closer to her and quickly kissing
her on the lips.  Not a kiss of love or friendship,
but one purely of lust.  

Stacey caught her breath in surprise, but accepted the
kiss.  As the elevator unexpectedly started to slow
early, Stacey broke the kiss, pushing Sara slightly
back.

"What was that for?"  Stacey whispered, wide eyed.

"I don't know.  I just felt like it."  Sara quickly
replied, her cheeks growing a deep crimson in
embarrassment.  She thought maybe she had over stepped
herself, but Stacey didn't seem annoyed.

"Well, next time warn me, okay?"  Stacey stuck her
tongue out slightly.  "So that we can do it properly?"

"Sorry."  Sara replied sheepishly.  She wasn't
embarrassed by possibly overstepping bounds, but that
she had done it so sloppily and childishly.

Ignoring the people that shuffled into the elevator,
Stacey stepped forward and took Sara in a reassuring
embrace.  Her lips moved close to Sara's ear and in a
hushed whisper she said, "Don't be in such a hurry."

Sara nodded slowly, enjoying the close contact as the
elevator started to rise again.  She could feel the
stranger's eyes on Stacey and herself, but she didn't
care.  As far as she was concerned, the voyeurs didn't
exist in this moment.

She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the
moment.  Time stopped, everything went quiet.  All
there was was her thoughts and the pictures in her
mind.  Nothing else existed but Stacey's embrace.

She opened her eyes slowly as she felt the elevator
glide to a stop.  She could hear the doors slide open
behind her and then feel Stacey's arms relax.

"This is our floor."  Stacey whispered in her ear.

Sara nodded and released her arms from around her
friend's body.  She glanced around the elevator and
for the first time acknowledged the other riders.  She
saw how they seemed to know she was there but
intentionally ignored her.  A feeling of embarrassment
grew in her, causing her cheeks to go crimson.

"Well, are you coming?"  Stacey asked in a normal
voice, startling Sara.

Sara looked up to see that Stacey had already stepped
out of the elevator, but was holding the door from
closing.  Sara moved quickly out of the elevator still
feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"Are you okay?"  Stacey looked at her with concern. 
"You don't seem like yourself today."

Sara found amusement in the statement, but she was not
in the mood to laugh.  Of course she wasn't herself;
she hadn't been herself in days.  It came to a crystal
point of clarity in her mind that neither Stacey nor
Ben had any idea what Sara's "yourself" was really
like.

"I'm fine."  Sara replied with a comfortable smile.

========

"I'm not a little girl.  I know what I want.  I want
to spend the night with you."  She felt the words well
up in her stomach, and then slip up her throat.  The
words had almost reached her lips.

"I need to use the bathroom."  Stacey suddenly
announced, cutting off Sara's words and totally
derailing her train of thought.

"Yeah, sure."  Ben grunted in reply as he continued to
wrestle with the fold out map of EPCOT.  He wasn't
entirely sure where they were on the map, but he was
determined to try and make sense of the thing.

"Okay great navigator."  Stacey leaned over and kissed
Ben on the cheek.  "You figure out where we're going
in the meantime.

Ben grunted something incomprehensible as he spun the
map around, suddenly assuming that he'd been looking
at it upside down.

"Come on."  Stacey just shook her head slightly,
grabbing Sara's elbow and tugging her towards the
bathroom on the far side of the red bricked plaza.

The building looked almost futuristic, in a Star Trek
sort of art deco way.  All clad in silver, with
rounded edges and bright blue lines for accent.  Even
the signs were written in a sort of 'futuristic' but
still easily readable font.

"God damn it's hot."  Stacey muttered as they finally
made it out of ear shot of the children.

Sara nodded in agreement as she was dragged along. 
She was finding it impossible to say anything, her
mind still locked in the almost moment that she had
built herself up to.

The shock of the frigid air conditioning of the
bathroom helped jolt Sara's mind back to the here and
now.  The sweat on her exposed skin almost going
immediately clammy and sticky.

To her surprise, Stacey didn't stop tugging her along
after the entered the bathroom.  Instead she continued
to pull her along until Stacey shuffled them into one
of the dark blue stalls that lined one side of the
bathroom.

"Okay."  Stacey announced as she closed the stall door
and turned to face Sara.  "What's going on with you?"

Taken a back for a moment, Sara didn't have an
immediate answer.  "What do you mean?"

"You've been acting weird all day."  Stacey crossed
her arms in front of her ample chest.  "Is something
wrong?"

Sara felt the urge to blurt out her actual thoughts,
but hiding in the bathroom didn't seem like the place
she had envisioned for this conversation.

The momentary pause made Stacey make a slight gesture
towards Sara's waist.   "You're not having your
period, are you?"

"No!"  Sara's eyes went wide in surprise, quickly
shaking her head in embarrassment.  

"I'm just depressed I guess."  Sara shrugged, grasping
for the most obvious and easiest to believe answer. 
"Tomorrow you guys are going home and I'll be back to
being stuck with my parents."

Stacey nodded slowly, an obviously apologetic look on
her face.  Sara felt a wave of relief flow through
her, satisfied that Stacey accepted her explanation.

"I have something that might make you feel a bit
better."  Stacey opened her backpack and easily pulled
out an open pack of cigarettes.

"I didn't know you smoked."  Sara's eyes were wide
with surprise.

"I don't.  Now shh a second."  Stacey pulled a
cigarette from the pack and carefully started to
unroll the paper.  With a tilt of her hand most of the
brownish leaves tumbled down, falling into the open
toilet.  

She turned back to her bag and fished through it for a
moment, finally pulling out a tiny Ziploc of green
leaves.  She glanced at Sara and immediately made
another shushing motion, dispelling Sara's questions
for the moment.

She poured a small amount of the greenish leaves into
the open paper, before carefully licking the edges and
rolling it closed again.  She turned back to her bag,
slipping the Ziploc back into hiding, and then the
cigarette back into the pack.

She winked at Sara as she turned back to her.  "And
now for you."

"What?"  Sara felt even more confused now, not sure
what to expect Stacey to do next.

"Take off your shirt."  Stacey whispered

"What?  Here?"  Sara blinked in surprised disbelief. 
"It stinks in here.  I don't want-"

"I'm not going to grope your goodies."  Stacey
giggled, rolling her eyes.  "Come on, just trust me."

Sara watched her friend for a moment, and then took a
deep breath.  Reaching down and pulling the slightly
damp shirt up and over her head.

"See?  There's your problem."  Stacey crossed her arms
again, staring at Sara.

"What is?"  Sara glanced down at herself, feeling even
more confused now.

"That t-shirt shouldn't be worn with a bra underneath
it."  Stacey smiled smugly.

"What?"  Sara felt even more confused now.  Slowly the
gears clicked into place.  "I can't go out without a
bra!"

"Why not?"  Stacey looked at her incredulously. 
"What's the big deal?"

"I just..."  Sara struggled for a reason.  "I just
can't."

"I'll tell you what.  I'll make a deal with you." 
Stacey reached down and pulled her tank top up and
over her head, exposing her larger plain white bra. 
"I'll go without if you go with out."

Sara started at Stacey, still unconvinced of this
logic.

"You're embarrassed, aren't you?"  Stacey didn't
bother to wait for a reply.  "What do you have to be
embarrassed about?  You're a very attractive young
woman and the sooner you realize that, the better
you'd be off."

Sara still didn't feel very convinced.

"I think if you give it a chance, you'd enjoy the
attention.  Maybe we might even get you a date." 
Stacey shot Sara a suggestive wink.

Still undaunted, Stacey reached behind her own back,
grasping the straps of her bra and unhooking the
clasps.  Her breasts immediately drooped from the lack
of support as the bra went slack.  With absolutely no
concern for modesty, she slipped the bra off her
shoulders and casually shoved it into her backpack.

She pulled the tank top back over her head and shifted
it back into place.

"Ta-dah!"  Stacey announced, proudly holding her arms
akimbo.  "See?  Nothing to be ashamed of."

Sara swallowed as she took Stacey's appearance in
again.  Her larger breasts were drooping down an inch
or so further than they had been before.  The cotton
of the shirt clung to her every curve.  But, even more
noticeable were the two eraser sized bumps that Sara
recognized as Stacey's nipples.

"Trust me."  Stacey leaned closer to Sara, reaching
around her for her bra clasp.  "What's the worst that
can happen?"

A number of things came to Sara's mind as possible
outcomes, but none of them seemed reasonably likely to
happen.  She felt Stacey's fingers unhook her bra and
the material go slack.  She shrugged her shoulders
slightly, as Stacey draw the bra away from her.

"If you hate it, if you're uncomfortable.  You just go
into another bathroom and put it back on."  Stacey
offered with a shrug.  "No harm done.  And besides,
you won't know if you like it until you try it."

Sara's own, smaller breasts came into view,   she felt
a twinge of modesty rush into her as she realized that
this was the first time Stacey had seen her topless. 
Her hands twitched as she fought the instinctive urge
to cover herself up.

"Oh my."  Stacey murmured as she took a step back and
looked at Sara again.  

The words made Sara's hands twitch even harder now,
the urge to cover herself up was almost overwhelming. 
She shoved her hands into the pockets of her shorts in
an effort to restrain them and hide the nervous
reaction.

"I would kill..."  Stacey whispered now, worried about
spying ears overhearing them.  "I mean really kill to
have tits like those."

Sara blinked in surprise, her cheeks growing rosy warm
from the compliment.  It was the last reaction she
hoped to get from Stacey, but not the one she
realistically expected.

"You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about."
 Stacey repeated, as she pushed Sara's bra into the
backpack.

With Stacey's attention distracted, Sara took the
moment to glance down at herself with a new found
point of view.  Up until this point, she never really
thought much of her chest.  She always found something
wrong with them.  Too small, too pale, the nipples not
big enough or in the wrong place.  

Now, for the first time, she wasn't seeing any of
that.

Stacey turned just in time to catch Sara looking at
herself.  She raised both her hands up, "May I?"

Sara glanced at Stacey, "Um, okay, I guess."  She
wasn't sure what the older woman had in mind, but she
suddenly didn't feel like she had anything to fear.

Stacey slipped her hands under Sara's breasts, cupping
them in her hand.  The warm touch caused Sara's heart
to twitter.

"I can barely remember when my tits were like this. 
All firm and pert."  Stacey's hands remained still on
Sara's flesh.  "Now mine are just tired and droopy."

Sara couldn't believe she was hearing these words come
out of Stacey's mouth.  "I would kill to have ones
like yours."

"No you wouldn't."  Stacey shook her head, giving Sara
an incredulous look.  "You don't know what you're
talking about yet."

"Yours are just the right size."  Sara paused for a
split second, and then raised her hands, cupping the
weight of Stacey's breasts in her palms.  "Guys look
at yours.  Half the time guys can't even tell if I'm a
girl."

"They're guys."  Stacey shrugged the comment off. 
"What do you expect?  They're idiots."

"But-"  Sara started to reply.

"But nothing."  Stacey interrupted as she let go of
Sara's chest, moving instead to hold Sara's hands
against her own chest.  "When I lay down, I feel like
I have two overfilled water balloons sewed to my
chest.  And god help me if I try to run."

Sara couldn't help but giggle at the image her friend
had painted.  For a moment, it seemed like a childish
reaction to have, up until Stacey joined in the
giggling.

Stacey released Sara's hands, allowing Sara to put her
t-shirt back on.  She still felt slightly incredulous
at this new adventure.  She glanced down at her chest,
trying to imagine what she looked like to others.

"Hold on."  Stacey suddenly announced, causing Sara to
dart her attention back up.

"What?"  Sara blinked, thinking that she had somehow
done something wrong.

"You're not ready yet."  Stacey ran her fingertips
over the threads of Sara's shirt, finding her nipples
and giving them a couple of caresses.

Sara closed her eyes as she gave in to the pleasure of
Stacey's touch.  She could feel her pulse fluttering,
the rest of her body quickly following into a
heightened state of arousal.

"There."  Stacey announced after only a couple of
seconds, withdrawing her hands.  "Now you're ready."

Sara could think of a half dozen things she was ready
for now, but somehow she didn't think any of them were
what Stacey was referring to.  She opened her eyes
slowly and saw that Stacey was pointing towards Sara's
chest.  

Sara dropped her eyes down to see her nipples standing
proudly out from her chest.  The two small bumps
obscenely highlighted in the black field that made up
Mickey's ears.

"Eeeep!"  Sara instinctively covered her chest with
her hands, which only caused Stacey to laugh.

"Come on."  Stacey unlocked the stall door without
turning around.  "We've left the children alone for
too long."

"But."  Sara blinked the confusion from her mind. 
"Ben's with them."

"Like I said."  Stacey nudged Sara in the stomach with
her elbow.  "We've left the children alone too long."

As they walked, Sara still felt self-conscious, having
to make a concerned effort to resist the urge to
'accidentally' cover her chest with her arm or her
bag.  The urges only intensified as they stepped out
of the cool sheltered air of the bathroom and back
into the oppressive mid-day sun of the Florida
afternoon.  

"So where are we going next?"  Stacey asked as they
crossed the plaza back to where Ben had taken shelter
in the shade of a tree.  The map was mercifully gone;
April was still sleeping in her stroller, and Hank was
busy inspecting a set of dormant water jets set into
the bricks of the plaza.

"Captain EO.  It's in something called Journey Into
Imagination."  Ben announced proudly.  "I think it's
in this direction."

"Okay.  That sounds like a plan."  Stacey watched Ben
for a second, a frown slowly appearing on her face. 
"Notice anything different?"

Ben looked at his wife for a moment, fully aware that
this was a trick question.  He glanced at her for a
moment longer and then reluctantly shook his head no. 
"Uh, no.  Why?"

"Notice anything different?"  Stacey repeated, this
time thrusting her chest out towards him.

Ben blinked for a moment, his eyes dropping to his
wife's chest.  Then sliding to the right and seeing
Sara's chest for the first time.  "Um, yes, I see."

Stacey chuckled and glanced at Sara, "See?  Guys.  As
observant as a box of rocks."

Ben took the playful insult in stride, "I see its
dangerous leaving you two alone together for any time
at all."

"That's right, skippy."  Stacey threw an arm around
Sara's shoulder and gave her a small sideways hug. 
"You'd be best to remember that too."

"Okay then."  Ben pushed April's stroller into gear,
"Right this way ladies."

He paused for a moment, glancing up and down the plaza
once.  "Well, I think it's this way.  If not, it's
that way."

========

"I'm not a little girl.  I know what I want.  I want
to spend the night with you.  I want to make love with
you."  The words ran on a loop in her head as she
listened to the phone ring.  

She was happy with hearing the ringing.  She was
hoping that it wouldn't be answered.  It would be so
much easier to just leave a message.

"Hello?"  

Sara's hopes dropped when she heard her mother's voice
after the click of the connection being made.  

"Mom?"  Sara asked, even though she already knew the
owner of the voice on the other end.  "It's Sara."

"It's almost dinner time, where are you?"  Sara could
recognize the slight hint of annoyance to her mother's
voice.  She knew she had to handle this carefully.

"I was going to have dinner with Stacey and Ben."  She
put a slight edge to her voice, as if this was
something important to her.  "If that's okay."

Her mother's reply wasn't forthcoming, so Sara added;
"Since this is their last night, they were going to go
out for a special meal and asked if I wanted to come
along."

"Well, I guess."  Sara got the feeling that her
mother's agreeing was more due to the fact that she
knew by tomorrow all of this would be over.  There
wouldn't be any other excuse to wander away.

Sara paused and glanced to see where Ben and Stacey
were.  Seeing that they were well out of overhearing
range, clear on the other side of the lobby, Sara
decided that now was the best time to press her luck. 


"I might be a little late. "  She whispered after
cupping the receiver closer to her mouth.  "They want
to go out one last night and they asked if I minded
babysitting."

The grumbling noise that Sara's mother made showed
that she wasn't happy with this.  Sara knew it well
enough that it wasn't an outright no sort of grumble,
but the I'm not happy with this kind.

"They're going home tomorrow?"  

"Yes, m'am."  Sara nodded even though she knew her
mother couldn't see her physical reply.

"Then tomorrow you won't be going wandering off on
your own again?"  

"No, m'am."  The thought of being stuck with her
parents for the entire day gave Sara a cold shiver,
but it seemed a small price to pay.

"This is supposed to be a family vacation, you know." 


Her mother's voice started to drone now; she had
expected this, the guilt trip part of the
conversation.  There was nothing to do but listen to
it go on.

"I have to go."  Sara shot out when she sense a pause
in her mother's lecture.  It probably wasn't for
emphasis, but just a chance to catch a breath of air.

"Alright, fine."  Her mother sounded slightly more
annoyed, but not mad.  "Just stay safe and call and
leave a message.  Your father and I are going out to
dinner too."

"Okay."  Sara quickly hung up the phone, before her
mother could come up with any other requests.

She took a deep breath and stared at the phone for a
moment, before turning around and hurrying across the
lobby to where Ben and Stacey were looking over the
menu in the glass display on the wall.

"So what's the verdict?"  Ben asked as Sara arrived
along side him.

"Mom's not happy, but I'm allowed to stay out a little
while longer."  Sara smiled proudly.  "The right
amount of guilt in the right spots does wonders.  I
learned that from her, after all."

Ben chuckled at that, glancing at Stacey as if this
was something one or the other of them had experience
in.

"She'll make me pay for it tomorrow."  Sara added with
a shrug, then leaned against Ben, staring up at him
with puppy dog eyes.  "But it was all worth it for
you."

"Oh, poor baby."  Stacey reached around Ben's back to
playfully pat the top of Sara's head.

========

"I'm not a little girl.  I know what I want.  I want
to spend the night with you.  I want to make love with
you.   I want you to be my first.  I want you to fuck
me."

Both Ben and Stacey looked at Sara in stunned silence,
their mouths a gape, their eyes wide.  The fork that
had been shuttling whip cream from Ben's plate to his
mouth now dangled in his fingers, threatening to fall
at any second.

Sara just blinked at them, herself stunned that she
had just blurted the words out like that.  With no
delivery, nothing that she had rehearsed, and nothing
at all like she had hoped to be.

Ben glanced at his wife, looking for her reaction. 
But Stacey just kept staring at Sara.

"Are you sure?"  Stacey asked, unconvinced of Sara's
certainty.

Sara nodded quickly, "Yes."  She thought about saying
more, but none of the reasons coming to her sounded
convincing.

The look on Ben's face was easy for Sara to read.  He
wanted her to do this.  He wanted her.  He was
struggling to keep from speaking his mind.  His eyes
were almost pleading his wife to agree.

Stacey was harder to read.  Her face betrayed no
emotion except concern.  It was the sort of expression
that Sara wished she'd seen more on her own mother's
face.

After a painfully long expanse of silence, Stacey's
one word reply finally came.  "Why?"

It was the question that Sara dreaded.  She couldn't
think of a good answer, not a rational one anyway. 
She couldn't plan one in advance.  So instead she
decided to just turn off her thinking and answer as
honestly as she could manage.

Sara opened her mouth to speak, but Stacey stopped
her, holding up a single hand in a hush sort of
posture.

"This really isn't the place for this conversation." 
Stacey's head continued to face Sara, but her eyes
glanced around, pointing to the other nearby tables.

"Oh."  Sara glanced around quickly now, suddenly
embarrassed that someone at another table might have
overheard their conversation.  She quickly nodded,
closing her mouth and mentally filing her words for
later.

"You almost done?"  Stacey asked as she turned to look
at her husband.

Ben just stared at her for a moment, the fork still
poised in his hand, waiting to deliver it's payload to
his mouth.  "Uh, yeah."

"Then why don't you and Hank finish eating and meet us
upstairs?"  Stacey leaned over and gave her husband a
kiss on the cheek.  "You look cute when you're
befuddled."

Ben glanced at the fork in his hand, quickly putting
it down.  All of a sudden it seemed like extra dessert
no longer interested him.

"I'll take April up to the room and get her ready for
bed."  Stacey said as she started to stand.  "Take
your time, Sara and I need to talk for a bit."

Sara noticed the way Stacey's voice seemed to place
emphasis on the word talk.  She glanced at Ben and saw
the slight look of disappointment on his face, causing
her to assume that he'd noticed the same thing.

"Look at you.  You're a mess."  Stacey's voice caught
Sara unexpected, suddenly making her feel incredibly
uncomfortable and self-conscious.  She glanced down at
herself, trying to figure out what was wrong, her
hands instinctively reaching for her napkin.

The sound of April giggling uncontrollably from the
attention was what made Sara realize that Stacey
wasn't addressing her.  With the napkin already in
hand, Sara reached and started to wipe some of the
smears of chocolate off of the toddler's face.

"Thanks."  Stacey smiled at Sara, from the other side
of the high chair.  "I think she's wearing more food
than she managed to eat."

"She's on vacation too, you know."  Sara quipped as
April's hand grabbed the napkin she was using to clean
her up with.

Stacey used her napkin to clean the toddler's hands
off, first moving the plate of massacred chocolate
cake off of the high chair.  With clean hands, April
probably would have had new found interest in smearing
the frosting over every surface within her arm's
reach.

Sara smiled at her handiwork; there was hardly a hint
of the dessert on the toddlers face.  April, on the
other hand, was less than impressed.  Her hands waving
about over her head and her face screwing up with the
obvious intention of letting her displeasure be known
to all within ear shot.

"Time to go."  Stacey, with practiced ease, slipped
her hands under April's armpits and lifted her up as
she stood.  "I think someone is up way past their
bedtime."

Sara quickly hopping up to her feet, pausing only long
enough to muss up Hank's hair.  "I think the fireworks
will be going off soon.  I saw them yesterday from the
front of the hotel."

Sara turned to leave the table as Hank's eyes went
wide.  As she followed Stacey away from the table she
could hear the six year old asking his father if they
could go see them too.

By the time they made it out of the restaurant and
back into the hotel lobby, Sara managed to catch back
up to Stacey.  They just walked to the elevator in
relative silence, Stacey doing her best to keep April
distracted and away from the fit that was so imminent
moments before.

"So."  Stacey turned her attention to Sara as they
waited for the elevator to arrive.  "That was some
bombshell to drop over dessert."

Sara shrugged, sheepishly.  She had many things she
wanted to say, but just couldn't figure out where to
start.  It was hard to figure out which of it was the
most important.

"Before you get the wrong idea."  Stacey's voice
snapped Sara's indecisiveness.  "I think...  No, I
know that Ben and I are honored that you'd even think
of doing that with us.  And I'm sure it would be very
enjoyable."

For a moment Sara thought that she wouldn't have to
say a word.  She just nodded happily with Stacey's
reply.

"But."  The single word came from Stacey's lips and
Sara felt her heart sink.

"I just want to be sure you're doing this for the
right reason."  

The chime of the arriving elevator interrupted
Stacey's statement, the pair stepping to either side
of the doors as the previous riders spilled out into
the hallway.  A moment later and Sara held her hand
across the door sensor, letting Stacey and April enter
before she followed suit.

The doors slid closed after Stacey pressed the button
for the 17th floor, leaving the trio together in
relative privacy.

"Anyway."  Stacey opened the conversation again.  "I
just don't want you doing something you might regret
later."

"I would never regret it."  Sara quickly replied,
feeling slightly insulted at the possible insinuation.

"Whoa."  Stacey protested, apologetically.  "I didn't
mean to insult you.  I just want to make sure you're
considered everything."

Sara took a deep breath.  She could feel that this was
the moment of truth.  That this was the time to say
what she was actually thinking.  To show her friend
that she was entirely sure of what she was talking
about.

She was just about to open her mouth to make her case
when the elevator started to slow down.  At first she
cursed the timing, but then realized that it gave her
a few more precious moments to think through her
words.  To state them properly, unlike what she'd done
downstairs.

They exited the elevator and proceeded down the
hallway in silence.  Stacey opened the door to the
hotel room and held it for Sara to enter.  She then
followed behind, still carrying April

"I want to."  Sara turned and said as Stacey closed
the door.  "I really want to.  I know that doesn't
sound very convincing, but it's the truth.  It's
something I really want to do."

Stacey opened her mouth to reply, but Sara held a hand
up to stop her.  

"The past couple of days have been really special for
me.  And I am sad that you're all leaving, but that
doesn't have anything to do with this."  Sara paused
for a second, trying to make herself sound like she
was making sense.  "I don't want to go home and wish I
had.  It's not like I think I owe you both this or
anything like that."

Sara just stared, unblinking at Stacey.  She wanted to
look strong.  She wanted Stacey to recognize the
conviction of her words.  Even if she wasn't saying
them as well as she had hoped.  "I want to."

Stacey stared back at her for a long moment.  "Well,
this one needs a bath."  She held April out at arm's
length, like she was a bundle of dangerous explosives
to be handled with care.

"And I think you could do with a warm bath to calm you
down too."  Stacey added, winking at Sara. 
"Everything else after that we'll take as it comes."

Stacey turned and stepped into the darkness of the
bathroom, Sara following and flicking on the light
switches.  

"Here, hold her for me?  While I draw the water?" 
Stacey held April towards Sara.

At first Sara didn't know how to react.  She didn't
feel worthy enough to be entrusted with something so
precious.  In just a split second a dozen or two
possible mistakes she could make flew through her
mind.

Yet her hands still reached out and collected the
toddler.  She moved extremely carefully, as if she was
holding something made of the thinnest glass.  That
would shatter with just the slightest mistake.

Stacey seemed to have none of these concerns.  She
just turned and reached to turn the bathwater on, her
left hand under the running water as her right hand
fine tuned the controls.  After only a few seconds,
she set the stopper in place and turned to face Sara
again.

In one smooth movement, she collected April up out of
Sara's arms.  "Come on, get undressed."  She chided as
she held April.  

"What?"  Sara thought she was just going to be a
spectator to this.  Or maybe go and watch television
until Stacey and April were done.  But now it was
obvious that Stacey had other expectations.

"You're not going to bathe fully clothed, are you?" 
Stacey joked, sitting April on the counter.  Her hands
moved to start unbuttoning the toddler's red jumper.

"No, I guess not."  Sara replied sheepishly, reaching
to pull t-shirt up and over her head.  She casually
folded the shirt and put it down on top of the stack
of fluffy white towels that sat on the back of the
toilet.

Feeling just slightly uncomfortable, like an extra
wheel, she turned her back to Stacey.  Stepping out of
her sneakers, her hands went down to her waist,
unbuttoning her shorts and sliding them down her legs.
 She didn't bother to pick them up from the floor,
instead nudging them over to the wall and out of the
way.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced up at the
mirror.  Still half expecting this to be some sort of
joke.  Instead she saw that Stacey had just about
finished undressing April and was proceeding on as if
there wasn't going to be any surprises.

Sara took a deep breath as she slid her hands down,
under the bands of her panties.  Pushing them down her
legs and to the floor, with the same toe motion she
nudged them to where her shorts were waiting.

And with only the slightest sense of remaining
modesty, she turned back around to look at Stacey.

"Here.  Hold her for me?"  Stacey held April out
towards her.  The naked toddler looked much more
relieved and significantly less testy now that she was
out of her clothes.  Like a diffused bomb, it was hard
to imagine what the fuss had been a little while ago.

Sara accepted the trade off, watching as Stacey pulled
the pink tank top up and over her head.  Sara's eyes
were drawn to her left breast as it bounced up as the
bottom hem lifted it for a moment.  Stacey didn't seem
to notice the extra attention, her hands instead
reaching down and shucking off her shoes, jeans, and
panties in almost one single movement.

For the first time, Sara's eyes freely took in the
entirety of the older woman's body.  Her heavy
breasts, the dark red nipples that capped them.  The
presence of only the most immodest of tan lines.  The
fullness of her belly and hips that seemed to define
her figure.  And, most of all, the hairless junction
between her legs.

It was only slightly more pale then the rest of her
skin, but had the distinct shade of a slight suntan. 
The stubble of blonde hair looked like it would need
shaving soon.  Her lips full and already slightly
gapping open, the rosy pink of it peeking out.

"Like what you see?"  Stacey whispered, her voice
betraying that she seemed to enjoy Sara's eyes on her.

Sara nodded slowly, smiling.  She knew that just a few
days ago, confronted with this same situation, she'd
be incredibly embarrassed.  She'd avert her eyes, look
every where else, and she certainly would never have
admitted that she liked it.

"Good."  Stacey leaned closer, her lips grazing Sara's
cheek before it found her lips.  The kiss that
followed was slow and deliberate, not quick and forced
like she was use to from the two or three boys she'd
kissed before.

All during the kiss she kept close attention to the
presence of the toddler in her arms.  She had been
entrusted with something far more precious than she
could imagine and wasn't about to betray that.  

So it was with a start that her eyes opened when she
felt April slipping out of her grasp.  She broke the
kiss quickly, hands scrambling to get a better grip. 
Only to realize that it was Stacey collecting the
young one that had caused the alarm to start.

"I'll take her.  Go and get in the tub."  Stacey's
voice reassured.

Sara nodded, feeling out of breath from the sudden
shock of the almost disaster.  She lifted stepped
cautiously into the half filled tub, using her toes to
test the temperature.  

Finding it warm, but not uncomfortable, she stepped
fully in and sat down in the water.  After a moment,
she found April being passed back to her.  The
toddler, having sensed the water, was squirming
energetically now.  It was obvious that she enjoyed
the water.

"Scoot to the middle and hold her in your lap." 
Stacey commented as she stepped into the tub behind
Sara.  

Sara set carefully maneuvered April so that she sat
facing her, the chubby cherub's butt resting on Sara's
thighs.  April's hands went immediately into motion,
slapping and splashing the water around as she giggled
happily.

Sara felt Stacey sit down behind her, Stacey's hands
resting on Sara's shoulder and urging her backwards. 
Until Sara's back rested against Stacey's chest.  

"There.  How is that?"  Stacey asked in a comforting
whisper.  "Comfortable?"

"Umhm."  Sara muttered, enjoying the feeling of
Stacey's firm nipples pressing into her back.  She
just laid her head back against Stacey's shoulder,
holding April in front of her.

Stacey's hands wrapped around Sara, but instead of
embracing her, they instead began to up handfuls of
water and dump them down over April's shoulders.  The
toddler barely noticed this effort, reacting as if it
was as normal as day and night,.

After repeating this motion a half dozen times,
Stacey's hands moved back and dumped the same amount
of water down across Sara's shoulders.  The warm water
ran down her chest, causing her to shiver when it
passed over her nipples.

Sara couldn't help but let out a little moan, her
blood growing hotter and betraying her thoughts.  She
wiggled slightly, cuddling back closer to the older
woman.  She instinctively turned April around so that
the toddler no longer faced her and couldn't see what
state she was in.

For a split second, Stacey's fingers rested on Sara's
shoulders, before sliding down to cup her breasts. 
Immediately the memory of the morning's experience in
the public bathroom came rushing back to Sara's mind,
sending another shiver through her body, followed by
another small mewl of a moan.

"Relaxing?"  Stacey whispered, kissing Sara's earlobe
in mid-syllable.  Her fingers moved to toy with Sara's
nipples, rubbing them slowly.

Sara nodded slowly, turning her head to kiss Stacey's
neck lightly.  She lost track of Stacey's touch,
instead just enjoying the over all feel of her
attention.  So it came as a surprise when she felt
Stacey's fingers slip between her legs.

Sara could feel Stacey saying something; she could
feel the breath on the side of the face, and the
movements of her lips near her ear.  What she couldn't
do was actually hear the words being said.

She felt the fingers massage the inside of her thighs,
the muscles easing after the long day of walking. 
Then the fingers moved up, tracing the line of her
sparse hair, then following it down, touching her lips
for the first time.

The fingers paused there and she could feel Stacey
speaking again.  Instinctively she groaned a reply of
approval and was rewarded by the fingers descending
further, seeming to map out the contours of her flesh
under the warm water.

With a slow deliberate movement, the fingers parted
her lips, one of them exploring her slightly deeper. 
Probing her, but not entering her.  It followed the
curve of her lips, before she felt it touch her clit.

With that one contact, the world seemed to lurch back
into focus.  Like a stretched cassette tape suddenly
falling into gear, she could hear Stacey speaking
again.

"-is what you wanted."  Stacey's voice murmured softly
in her ear.  Her finger finding Sara's clit and
stroking it slowly while her other fingers continued
to rub the length of her lips.  Her other hand still
massaging her thigh.

Sara shivered as the obscenity of the situation hit
her.  Here she was, sitting in the bath with a two
year old on her lap.  While the mother of the toddler
masturbated her.

Instead of disgusting her, the idea excited her more. 
Her eyes watched April continuing to splash and play
in the water, totally unaware of what else was going
on in the bath.

Sara felt like words wouldn't do her reply justice. 
Instead she slid down just slightly, turning her head
to nuzzle her nose against Stacey's big crimson
nipples.  She toyed with one with the tip of her nose,
seeing how excited it already was.

In reply, Stacey's fingers began moving faster. 
Stroking Sara's clit quicker, stoking her fires even
hotter. 

Sara stuck her tongue out tentatively, stretching to
touch the nipple.  She found it salty with dried sweat
which only excited her more, making her move closer
and surround the ruby nub with her lips.

She felt Stacey arch her back, pushing her chest
towards Sara.  The deep moan gurgled deep inside the
older woman, a moan that Sara felt more than she
heard.  

Sara sucked harder at the flesh as a small climax
wracked her body.  She wanted to scream out from it,
turn and throw her arms around Stacey.  Or, better
yet, find her way between the older woman's legs and
return the favor.

But she didn't.  She held still and continued to
suckle, not wanting a raised voice to alert the young
child.  Or her hands to loose track of the charge she
was given hold of.

Stacey withdrew her fingers, "I think that's enough
for now."

Sara reluctantly let Stacey's nipple fall out of her
mouth, taking just a moment more to kiss the tender
flesh just to the side of it.  

The fingers that had just been in her most intimate of
places now casually reached for a bottle of shampoo
that sat on the railing of the tub.  Lifting the
bottle up and letting a small amount of the cold
contents spill onto Sara's head.  The hands then moved
forward, dropping an even smaller amount onto April's
head.

The fingers then began massaging the shampoo into
Sara's long black hair.  Nails occasionally scratching
her head in a most appealing way.  She shifted April
back, leaning the toddler closer to her chest.  Sara's
fingers moving to her head and working the shampoo
into her mop of short blonde hair.

========

"I'm not a little kid!"  Hank shouted as he stomped
his way into the hotel room.

Sara's first reaction was one of panic.  The bathroom
door was wide open and they were still the tub.  There
was no where to hide.

"You're acting like one right now."  Ben followed his
son into the room, glancing into the bathroom as he
passed.

"Am not!"  Hank's voice shouted in reply from the
other side of the room.  "I don't want to go home! 
Why can't we just stay here?"

Behind her Sara heard Stacey let out a heavy sigh.  "I
knew it was too good to last."

Sara was surprised at the calm in Stacey's voice.  She
expected Stacey to be just as panicked as she was. 
She really expected her to have lunged out of the tub
and closed the bathroom door.  Instead she just seemed
to be resigned to the spectacle that was going on
outside. 

"Hank."  Ben's voice was calmly stern.  It had a
slight edge to it, like he was quickly running out
patience.  "You knew we'd have to go home eventually. 
If you don't calm down then you can forget about
coming back here again."

"I think someone else needs a bath to calm down too." 
Stacey's voice was casually off handed.  She raised
her voice slightly, "Hank, come here please?"

Sara glanced back at her, confused and surprised at
the same time.  It took a second, but Stacey realized
the source of Sara's discomfort.  

"We don't really hide our bodies from Hank."  Stacey
reached for a towel as Hank's small body made it to
the doorway of the bathroom.  "If you want to cover
up, go ahead.  I can take care of this."

Sara glanced at the offered towel and then shook her
head.  She looked back to Hank standing in the
doorway; the little boy didn't seem the least bit
phased by her own nudity.  

"Get undressed.  You need a bath too."  Stacey said,
her voice sounding like there was going to be no
discussion with the little boy about it.  

Hank stood steadfast, his arms crossed across his
small chest.  "Can I watch TV after?"

"If you behave and stop putting up so much of a fuss."
 Stacey countered.

"But why can't we stay?"  Hank's voice returned to the
previous whine, as if anticipating this was the last
chance he'd have to argue his point.

"Don't you miss Bandit?"  At the mention of that name,
Hank's stern posture seemed to ease slightly.  "And
you know grandma and grandpa will be waiting at the
airport for us, right?  You don't want them to be
waiting there forever do you?"

Hank's fighting spirit seemed to drain out of him. 
The posture of his neck eased.  His arms uncrossed. 
"Can we come back?"

"When we get home, we can start planning our next
vacation, okay?"  Stacey's voice had become warmer
now, as if she understood just what had been going
through her son's mind.

"Okay."  The little boy finally relented and started
to undress.  

During all of this, Sara was surprised to not have
felt like a third wheel.  After the initial
embarrassment of being naked in front of the new
arrivals, it seemed like there was nothing else to be
embarrassed about.

"Ben?"  Stacey called out, louder now.  "Could you
come and get April?  I think she's more than ready for
bed now."

"Sure."  In a split second, Ben was in the bathroom
too.  Almost as if he had just been waiting outside
for the invitation to come in.

Sara could feel Ben's eyes looking over her body as he
crossed the small bathroom.  She didn't feel the
slightest bit of modesty, in fact, she welcomed him to
look.  She didn't want to be so slutty as to show off,
but she certainly wasn't going to cover up.

To his credit, Ben just smiled at her as he collected
April from her lap.  His eyes glanced over her
shoulder and to his wife.  "I need to take a shower
after you're done."

"Maybe Sara can stick around and wash your back." 
Stacey joked, nudging Sara lightly in the back.

"I'd love to."  Sara felt herself smirking back at
him, her voice challenging him to take it to another
level.  

For the first time she saw Ben blush in reply, he
actually seemed to not have a response.  And, just
like that, he lifted April fully up and hustled
himself out of the bathroom.

There was hardly a pause in the action as Hank stepped
into the tub at the far end, sitting down and facing
Sara and his mother.  

"No splashing."  Stacey was quick to say, as if she
was reading his mind.

"Awww."  Hank frowned, his plans apparently dashed. 
His fingers managed to find their way around the bar
of hotel soap, starting to wash himself as he watched
the girls.  "Your boobies are small than mommies."

Sara blinked at the bluntness of the words, not having
expected the boy to verbalize an observation like
that.  Her surprise quickly faded, allowing her to nod
in agreement.  "Yes, they are."

"But they'll get bigger."  Stacey commented, as if she
was both reassuring Sara and offering a small tidbit
of education to her son.

The answer seemed to satisfy the young boy, who
proceeded to dunk his entire body under the water.  At
that moment Sara imagined what he could be seeing
under the water.  She surprised even herself as she
spread her legs slightly, imagining him being able to
get an even better look now.

The head of the six year old broke the surface of the
water with a roar, like he was some sort sea monster
coming assure.  

"Eiiiiiiiiiiii!"  Sara mocked shouted in reply,
feigning terror at his antics.  Which only caused him
to roar with laughter.

"I scared you?"  Hank teased as his laugher dwindled
down to giggles.  Sara nodded, matching his laughter.

"Did I scare you too, mommy?"  Hank craned his neck to
see over Sara's shoulder.

"Yes.  I was terrified."  Stacey teased.  "Now wash
your hair or it will be too late to watch TV."

With a new found energy and a blur of speed, the young
boy snatched up the bottle of shampoo and poured way
too much on his head.  Less than a minute later and he
was sporting a full dome of white bubbles large enough
to dwarf the rest of his head.

One more dunk under water, one more roaring surface,
and he was out of the bath.  He quickly wrapped a
towel around himself and bolted out the door.  The
sound of the television being turned on followed in
fast succession.

"He'll be asleep in a half hour."  Stacey murmured
prophetically as she started to stand up as well.

Sara stood up as well, feeling a slight chill as the
now room temperature water started evaporating from
her body.  Before Stacey could do it, she snagged a
towel and held it open, allowing the older woman to
step into it.

Sara ran her hands over the towel, pressing it to
Stacey's body.

"I'd return the favor, but I don't see much of a
point."  Stacey whispered, her voice dropped to an
even more hushed whisper.  "You can feel free to do
anything you want with him.  As long as you want to do
it."

"So what did you two ladies talk about?"  As if on
cue, Ben arrived at the door of the bathroom.  Sara
noticed how his eyes never left their faces now, even
though she was entirely naked.

"Sara can stay the night, if she wants."  Stacey said
with a smile, unwrapping the damp towel from her body
and tossing it into the corner of the bathroom floor. 
"You two have fun; I'm going to get the kids to bed."

Sara smiled at Ben, raising a finger and beckoning him
to come all the way into the bathroom.  

"Just don't wear him out."  Stacey winked at Sara, and
then looked to her husband.  "And you don't wear her
out either."  

Stacey walked stark naked out of the bathroom and back
into the main area of the hotel room.  She didn't
bother to close the bathroom door and Sara felt no
need to change that.

Sara's hands went boldly to Ben's shorts, unbuttoning
them, unzipping them, and then letting them drop to
the ground.  Ben's cock immediately sprang forward,
already erect, tenting the front his boxers.

"Um, we don't, I mean, I can..."  Ben's voice shook
slightly, his nerves getting the better of him.

Sara glanced up at him, surprised.  "Are you actually
nervous?  Oh my god, you're blushing!"

Her exclamation only made Ben's cheeks grow even
redder.  To try and distract her, he lifted his
t-shirt up and off.  Sara just took a step back and
casually looked him up and down.

"Somehow the Goofy boxers just seem very appropriate."
 Sara snickered as she took a step back to the bath
tub and let the collected water drain away.

"Like them?"  Ben teased, but quickly took on a more
serious tone.  "Really, we don't have to do any of
this.  You can stay the night and we don't have to do
a thing."

Sara glanced over her shoulder at him, "I know. 
Stacey and I already talked about that.  But I want to
do this.  And yes, I like the shorts, but I'd like
them even better if you were out of them."

Sara started the water running again, bending over
suggestively to let the water run over her hand.  She
tried to imagine the view he was getting of her ass
and wondered if he was actually appreciating it.

Ben wasn't positive, but he was fairly certain that he
saw Sara spread her legs just slightly.  As if she
wanted to make sure he could see everything.  He had
to admit that the view was incredible.

Her butt was small and pale, perfectly toned so that
when she moved, the muscles underneath seemed to move
like warm milk.  He almost had to pinch himself to
believe that he was really here and seeing this.  That
it all wasn't some sort of fevered wet dream he was
having.

His eyes dropped lower, following the curve of her
ass, to where he could just barely see the hint of her
pussy peeking out.  He resisted the urge to reach out
and touch her, instead pushing his boxers off and
stepping up behind her.

He laid his hand lightly on the small of her back, to
let her know how close he was.  But he was careful
enough to remain far enough back that the tip of his
cock didn't touch her.  Even though he was aching to
do just that.

"Ready?"  Sara asked, gesturing to the shower for him
to get in.

"As I'll ever be."  Ben jokingly replied, stepping
over the lip of the shower, and then offering Sara a
hand to help her in.  A hand which she graciously
accepted before following him in.

She kept her back to him as she turned the shower head
on.  She heard him draw the shower curtain closed, the
suddenly closed space seemed to make the moment even
more intimate than he had been before.

She turned back around to face him, her eyes dropping
down to the patch of blonde hair between his legs and
the cock that seemed to sprout from it.  It was almost
as she had imagined it to look, having only touched it
so far.  It was seven, maybe eight inches long, capped
with a bright purple tip that seemed to beg her to
touch it.

She glanced back at his face with a smile, "Turn
around."

"What?"  The momentary surprise left his face as he
carefully turned his back to her.  "Okay."

Sara picked up the soap and quickly lathered up her
hands.  Then started to massage the suds against his
skin.  She tried to rub hard with the base of her
palms, but graze his skin with her nails.

For a moment she wondered if she was doing it
properly, but that was dispelled when she heard the
satisfied moan come out of him.  She followed his
spine, then his rib cage, before reaching his waist. 
With only a second's hesitation, she let her hands
drop to rub his ass.

She dropped to her knees in the spray, running her
hands up and down the cheeks of his ass.  Her next
movement was more spur of the moment than anything
else, slipping a hand between his legs and cupping his
balls.  She rolled the dangling flesh in her hands,
massaging it slowly.  She'd never done this before,
but she knew enough to be careful with them.

She guessed that Ben was approving of her efforts,
since his legs shook slightly and his moaning
increased in volume for a moment.  It only lowered
because he seemed to catch himself and restrain his
voice.

She lowered her hands, using one on each of his legs,
continuing her way all the way down to his feet.  Once
there, she stood up again.  "Tilt your head back a
bit."

Without even question it, he lowered his body slightly
and bent back.  Getting the top of his head into
Sara's easy reach.  Taking the bottle of shampoo in
hand, she lathered her hands again, before running her
finger tips through his hair, spreading the shampoo
through it.  She then started to work it in; trying to
massage his head like Stacey had done for her.

Ben just kept his eyes closed, enjoying the pampering
he was willingly receiving from the teenage Asian
nymph that had openly offered to share the bed of his
wife and himself.

"Okay, rinse off."  Sara carefully stepped around Ben,
allowing him easier access to the shower spray.  As
she passed she made it a point to brush her chest
against the side of his arm.  The teasing feeling of
dragging her nipples against his wet flesh only made
her shiver more.

Ben dutifully closed his eyes and took a step back
into the hot water, letting the soap and shampoo rinse
away from his body.  He stepped out of the spray and
opened his eyes again to see Sara standing in front of
him, bar of soap in her hands.

"Time for the front."  

"Do I get to wash you afterwards?"  Ben asked, trying
to keep the eagerness out of his voice.

"I'm already clean."  Sara winked at him.  "Stacey
took care of that already."

"Jesus Christ."  Ben muttered slowly, the image of his
wife and Sara in the shower hit him full bore.  He had
no idea what might have happened, but his imagination
painted pretty enough pictures.

Sara smiled at his reaction, her hands reaching up and
running the soap across his chest.  She watched how
his hands shook as she worked.  As if he was fighting
to keep from reaching out and touching her.  The
reaction she was causing in him was exhilarating.

She ran her hands down to his waist and wrapped both
of them around the base of his cock.  "This dirty
fellow looks like he needs a lot of attention."

"Oh god, yes, he does."  Ben groaned, one of his hands
gripping the shower wall for support.  The other
momentarily reaching for her, before instead gripping
the curtain rod.

Sara stroked him up and down slowly, the warm water
and soap creating a slick lubrication that she wasn't
use to.  The tip of his cock pulsated in front of her,
large drops of clear pre-cum flowing from the tiny
opening. 

She lifted her leg and put it on the lip of the
shower, pulling his cock closer to her at the same
time.  Ben watched her do this, unsure of what she had
planned, and unwilling to interrupt her.

She brought it close enough that she could rub the
head of his cock between her lips.  She rocked her
cunt against it for a moment, before pulling it even
closer, slipping it between her legs so that his shaft
nestled between her lips.

Ben swallowed hard as he watched her do this, the
blood pumping in his veins felt like rolling thunder
coming over a country hill. Up until now he was able
to resist touching her, but that resolve quickly
melted.

He leaned over closer to her, his arm wrapping around
her back and pulling her to him.  His mouth quickly
found one of her small nipples, sucking at it
hungrily.  The sharp tip of it was already hard, but
still felt magnificent in his mouth.

Sara dropped her foot back to the tub floor,
entrapping the shaft of his cock between her legs. 
She brought her hands up to the back of his head,
running her fingers through his hair as he suckled.  

She could feel the orgasm building deep inside her. 
It was bigger than before, threatening, needing only
the slightest impulse to push her over the edge.

With a loud groan, Ben's cock twitched sharply and
then exploded between her legs.  She could feel his
stomach tense, his shaft grow, then the hot gobs of
semen surge out of him, spurting against her lips and
then running down the insides of her legs.

Ben lurched forward, panting, pinning Sara between his
body and the shower wall.  Sara was sure that had he
leaned forward with all his weight then this would
have been a very uncomfortable situation.  Instead it
was very comforting, to have the slick warm tiles on
one side and his body on the other.

His heart was pounding in his chest, she could feel
the throbbing of it against her shoulder blades.  Her
own heart was doing the same, making her feel euphoric
just short of dizzy.  

He was still panting, his short gasps of air brushing
through the little hairs of her ear.  Her cheek was
pressed against the tile, she could see each of her
own breaths puffing out and condensing on the tile. 
Appearing for just a moment before it evaporated away,
only to be replaced by her next breath.

She could feel his cum running down past her knee now.
 It felt like he had dumped buckets of it on her, all
of it leaving sticky tracks down her thighs.

"Time to rinse."  She barely managed to say through
her out of breath lungs.

His first reply was just a slight grunt, but he didn't
budge.  "That was incredible."  He finally found his
voice as just a whisper.

"Yes."  Sara agreed, twitching her head slightly.

"I want to have you before the end of the night."  Ben
whispered now, his voice more forceful, primal, but
still dignified.  "I want to feel my dick inside you. 
I want to see you on top of me, putting me inside you
yourself.  I want to hear you moan my name while I'm
driving it in and out of you."

Sara gasped at the sound of his voice.  She felt
trapped, unable to stop him from doing just what he
was describing.  But she didn't feel scared about it,
it was a curious feeling that she hadn't felt before. 
The lost of control, but the hunger for the want of
what the other person planned to do with her.

"And when you think you've had enough.  I'm going to
do more."  The words sounded like a promise.  She knew
he had every intention of taking her to limits, then
pushing her past them.  "You like that, don't you?"

Sara tried to nod, but still found it impossible to
move her neck in any recognizable way.  Instead she
was forced to moan out, "Yes."

"I want to watch you and Stacey together.  I want to
see you eating her out.  I want to see your tongue
deep inside her."

She could feel his hands on her hips now, reaching
further down.  His fingers quickly found her over
stimulated clit, stroking it slowly with his thumb. 
The effect was excruciatingly pleasurable.

"She's never had another woman down on her before." 
His fingers continued to tease her, adding flame to
the images he was painting in her mind.  "But you want
to, don't you?  And I bet you can be pretty
convincing."

======

It felt incredibly peaceful lying on the wide hotel
bed.  Ben on one side of her, his arm around her
shoulders, letting Sara rest her head on his chest. 
Stacey lying on Sara's other side, her head resting on
Sara's hips.  Sara almost wished the moment would
never end.

Almost.

Sara mentally shivered with the anticipation of what
she knew was going to happen next.  The television was
droning on in the background, but it wasn't at all
important to the moment.  It was just background
noise.

Sara glanced around the room slowly, checking to see
if it seemed safe.  April was soundly asleep in her
crib.  And Hank appeared to be the same on the couch.

Without saying a word, Sara drew her fingers down the
center of Ben's rib cage, playing with his soft hair
for a moment, before moving over his stomach.  She
could feel his muscles twitch under her touch, his
stomach rippling.  It told her that he was holding in
as much anticipation as she was.

She let her fingers drop to the waist band of his
boxers and remained there, twiddling the stray threads
with her fingernails.  She could see the lump growing
under the cloth and it was tempting to reach for, but
she fought back the urge.

With her other hand she reached down and started to
stroke Stacey's hair.  The older woman turned her
head, focusing her attention up on Sara, just like
Sara had wanted.

Sara knew that neither Ben nor Stacey would have taken
the first move.  For all of Ben's primal words spoken
in the heat of passion, it was entirely on Sara to
take the first steps.  She trusted that they'd never
push her to do anything unless she volunteered for it
first.

Stacey's eyes watched Sara's fingers toying with the
hem of Ben's boxers.  Stacey's eyes moved from Sara's
fingers to her face and then up to Ben's face.  

Sara moved her hand down over Stacey's ear, tracing
the line of her jaw, until her fingers came to rest
under Stacey's chin.  She then started to pull
lightly, urging Stacey to move up closer.

Sara's insistence didn't stop until she had drawn
Stacey's face within inches of her own.  For a moment,
they just lay there, staring at each other's
expressions.  Until Sara tilted her head slightly,
closed her eyes, and leaned in closer, lightly kissing
Stacey on the lips.

It was a soft slow kiss, broken after a moment as they
returned to looking back into each other's eyes.  This
time Stacey moved her face closer, her lips lightly
kissing the side of Sara's mouth, before engaging the
kiss properly.

Sara eagerly slipped her tongue out of her mouth,
touching Stacey's lips tentatively.  She was
encouraged to feel Stacey willingly open her mouth,
accepting Sara's entrance.

Sara ran the tip of her tongue against the outside of
Stacey's teeth, feeling the smooth enamel pass under
her touch.  Then she ventured deeper, meeting Stacey's
tongue within the warmth of her mouth.

At the same time, Sara slid her hand into Ben's
boxers.  Reaching deeper and wrapping her fingers
around his cock.  Within the confines of the cloth she
began stroking him slowly, knowing that he had full
view of his wife and her kissing.

Ben's hands began stroking the back of both the
woman's heads.  Not holding them together, but
encouraging them just the same.  Wanting them to enjoy
the moment.  His fingers slipping between their
freshly washed hair, alternatingly stroking one and
then the other.

Sara's free hand found its way to the front of
Stacey's nightgown, blindly seeking across the cotton,
feeling the flesh underneath.  Stopping only when she
found one of the hard nubs that were one of Stacey's
nipples.

She ran her fingertip around it, feeling Stacey's
tongue respond from the attention, passing over Sara's
own tongue to enter Sara's mouth.  As the kiss became
more heated, Sara's hand stroked Ben even faster.

Sara drew her head back; Stacey attempted to follow,
not wanting to end their kiss.  When Sara continued to
pull away, Stacey backed off, embarrassed, mistaken
Sara's movements as a changing of her mind.

"I want to taste you."  Sara whispered, before Stacey
could try to apologize for the supposed
misunderstanding.

"What?"  Stacey's confused bloomed on her face, until
Sara began sliding down the bed.

"But-"  Stacey started to protest, only to be
interrupted by Ben.

"Shhh.  Just let her.  You might enjoy it."  Ben
whispered, looking down at his wife.

Stacey nodded nervously as Sara's hands found Stacey's
calves and started to move upwards, underneath the
older woman's nightgown.  Within seconds she had
reached high enough to find Stacey's panties, she
started to tug them down as Stacey lifted her hips
from the bed top.

Sara pulled the panties off of Stacey's ankles and
then ran her hands back up the older woman's legs,
pushing up her nightgown as she went.  With little
fanfare she placed a kiss right on the center of
Stacey's lips.

Sara stuck her tongue out and ran the flat of her
tongue up the length of Stacey's cunt, collecting the
taste of sweat and arousal on her tongue.  She could
feel Stacey thrash slightly in the bed, her legs
twitching as her hips turned on the bed.

Sara could tell that the older woman wasn't trying to
get away from her attention, but also that she wasn't
entirely comfortable with it yet.  Sara brought the
tip of her tongue up the length of Stacey's lips,
burrowing slightly between the folds as they slowly
opened.

She found Stacey's clit and prodded it gently with her
tongue, freeing it from its home.  Stacey's thrashing
intensified as she did this.

Sara moved her hands between Stacey's thighs, urging
them further apart.  After only a momentary
hesitation, the older woman complied, spreading
herself wide for her young lover.

Sara pressed her face harder against Stacey's flesh,
her nose scraping against the stubble that remained of
Stacey's hair.  She stuck her tongue out and pressed
it against Stacey's opening, feeling it resist for a
moment, then slowly give way.

Sara could feel Stacey's flesh pressing back against
her as she pushed more and more of her tongue inside
the older woman.  She couldn't reach very deeply, but
that didn't seem to matter as Stacey continued to
thrash on the bed.

Sara felt new movement on the bed and withdrew her
tongue back to Stacey clit so she could watch what was
happening.

Ben had gotten up from the bed and moved around the
side.  Sara could feel his hands opening up the towel
she was still wearing around her, exposing the rest of
her body.  

For a moment she thought this would be it, the moment
where he'd actually penetrate her had come, but that
wasn't the case.  

"Turn around.  Let her get to you too."  He whispered
in Sara's ear as he prodded her side gently.

On all fours, Sara turned over Stacey.  She was in the
process of moving one of her knees over Stacey when
she felt the older woman grab her hips, pulling Sara's
cunt down to her face.

Less than a second later and she felt Stacey's tongue
dart against her skin.  It was a tentative touch, like
she was tasting her.  Hesitant and experimental, but
fueled by need.

Sara lay fully down on top of Stacey, her breasts
pressed against the older woman's stomach, while her
own belly fully buoyed up by Stacey's large, softer
breasts.

Sara wrapped both of her arms around Stacey's thighs,
pulling her face as close to the woman's opening as
she could.  Her tongue hungrily lapped at Stacey's
lips, fueled on by the efforts that Stacey was
providing to her.

She could feel Stacey's tongue press up against her,
seeming to flow and fill every crevice of her intimate
spots.  The movements felt odd, almost clumsy.  They
reminded her of the heated gropes in the backseat of
her boyfriend's car.  The way his fingers would poke,
pull, and prod recklessly.

Unlike that, Stacey didn't hurt her.  While she didn't
seem entirely comfortable with what she was doing, she
still did it with care.

Sara pushed her tongue back into Stacey, feeling her
hips respond almost immediately.  Bucking up against
Sara's face, seeming to want to swallow even more of
her inside Stacey.

Sara grinded herself back down against Stacey,
intentionally rubbing herself against Stacey's face. 
She could feel Stacey's teeth gliding along her lips,
her nose rocking against her clit.

On a whim of impulse, Sara drove deeper, running her
tongue down Stacey's flesh.  Lapping at Stacey's
puckered anus, she could feel Stacey whimper against
her cunt in reply, encouraging her on.

Then, as if permission had suddenly been granted, she
felt Stacey start to push a finger inside her own ass.
 She felt the tight pressure of the invading digit
being inserted into her. 

Sara rocked her head back, moaning out loudly, never
having imagined such a thing before.

"Shhh."  She heard Ben whisper in her ear.  "You'll
wake the kids."

Sara tried to apologize, but only a pitiful mewl
escaped her lips.  She moved her fingers to Stacey's
pussy, pulling the lips open and wrapping her mouth
completely in the woman's body.  There she let loose
her moan, letting the sound bury itself deep inside
Stacey.

Stacey pushed her finger harder, slipping even more of
it inside Sara's teenage body.  All the while Stacey's
tongue continued to toy and scrape against Sara's
clit.

To Sara's surprise, she thought she felt a second
tongue on her.  a thought that was confirmed when she
felt them part, one too far from the other to be the
same person. 

She pulled back, away from Stacey's hips, to look over
her shoulder.  She could see Ben licking her know too.
 His mouth moving away from between her legs and
traveling over the globe of her ass.  Then his tongue
joined his wife's fingers, licking all around where
Stacey had Sara impaled on her fingers.

Sara, unable to control herself, arched back up onto
her knees, pushing her hips back towards the dueling
tongues and fingers.  She felt the urge to scream out
in pleasure, but bit down on her forearm to stifle the
noise.

Her other hand moved to her chest, recklessly pulling
at one of her nipples.  The sharp pain of it seemed to
counterpoint what was going on below her, pushing her
even further.  

She felt another orgasm well up inside her, like a
balloon being blown up inside her stomach.  Then all
at once she felt the balloon pop and the air rush out
from her center, reaching out to the tips of her toes
and fingers.

She could tell she was about to fall over, but had the
forethought to push to the side, falling onto the bed
next to Stacey instead of on top of her.

Sara lay on the bed panting, recovering for a moment. 
She could feel Stacey shifting as well and then her
face moved into her field of vision.

"No passing out for you this time."  Stacey whispered,
jokingly, and then leaned in to kiss Sara again.  This
time inserting her tongue into Sara's mouth right from
the beginning.

Sara could taste the mixture of Stacey's saliva and
her own juices.  It was a taste she had experimented
with before in the privacy of her own room.  All the
while she imagined that Stacey also tasted herself on
her own tongue.

"I wouldn't dream of it."  Sara managed to lazily
reply as the kiss was broken.

Sara turned over slowly, moving onto her back.  Out of
the corner of her eye she could see hank peeking out
from under his cover.  Pretending to be asleep, but
watching the entire escapade.

A look of panic appeared on Hank's face when their
eyes met.  As if he thought that Sara would alert his
parents to his observing.  But instead Sara just
smiled and gave hank a surreptitious wink.  The six
year old's panicked look faded as was replaced by a
thankful smile.

"Hold me?"  Sara leaned up onto her elbows and looked
at Stacey.  Her sing song tone of voice belied a
playful mischievousness.  "Hold me while your husband
makes a woman out of me?"

Stacey crawled across the bed on all fours, until she
was close enough to whisper in Sara's ear.  "Are you
sure?"

"Umhm."  Sara nodded as she watched Ben take off his
boxers, his cock standing at attention, the tip
glistening with pre-cum.

"As much as I'd like to do that for you," Ben's voice
was slightly apologetic.  "I want to do it properly. 
Which means I need to last longer than the two seconds
it would take for me to cum in you."

"How about you hold me, first?"  Stacey gave Sara a
slight nudge and pushed her back down to the bed. 
Crawling on top of the younger woman without waiting
for her reply.

Sara willingly opened her arms to Stacey, taking her
in a close embrace as the older woman laid on top of
her.  Their breasts mashed together, nipples tickled
by the presence of each other's flesh.

Stacey kissed Sara on the lips lightly, pushing her
hips down and grinding her cunt against Sara's already
enflamed opening.

Ben just stood back, watching the two bodies moving
together.  Admiring the view for a moment, the flesh
of the two women sliding across each other.

Unable to hold back any longer, he kneeled onto the
end of the bed, gripping his wife's hips and plunged
his dick into her in one swift movement.  Her inner
flesh more than ready to accommodate him.

Sara looked up at Stacey's face as she bit her lower
lip, her eyes rolled up slightly as she threw her head
back.  She could feel Ben thrust into Stacey, the
vibration of it traveling both across the bed and
across their bodies at the same time.

Ben pulled back, slipping half way out of his wife
before pushing back in.  Sara watched as each of the
thrusts sent Stacey's dangling breasts into motion. 
She let the next thrust carry Stacey forward, letting
her lean up and suck one of Stacey's nipples into her
mouth.

Stacey's low groan of approval echoed in her chest,
almost like a purring cat.  Again Ben pistoned in and
out, one of his hands reaching down between Sara's
legs and palming her cunt. 

Sara reacted immediately at the touch, uncontrollably
grinding her hips against his hand.  She glanced over
to the couch again, to see the little admirer still
watching, the small eyes seemed to spur her on.  Her
lips locking around Stacey's nipple and pulling at it,
tempting her to use her teeth as well.

"Oh god."  Stacey moaned, "I can feel him coming."

Ben stopped moving, just holding still for a moment. 
Sara could see the look of intense concentration on
his face, then the dawning expression of bliss.  She
quickly slid down even further, running her tongue
over where Ben and Stacey were joined.

She could taste Stacey's juices again as she ran her
tongue along Ben's cock.  She could taste his cum as
her tongue traveled across Stacey's lips.  The taste
getting more and more intense as he leaked from her.

Ben leaned back, pulling himself fully out of his
wife.  With a hunger she didn't know she was capable
of, Sara immediately wrapped her arms around Stacey's
hips, pulling her back down.

Sara lapped and sucked ravenously at Stacey, drawing
as much of Ben's seed from her as she could.  She was
undaunted as she felt the mingled juices smearing and
staining her face.

Stacey moved entirely onto her knees, her hands
reaching down and gripping Sara's head.  She pulled
Sara tightly against her cunt, slowly moving her hips
back and forth against her face.  Releasing her only
after she felt yet another orgasm rocket through her.

Sara dropped back to the bed and gasped for air, her
nose, mouth, and cheeks covered with the sheen of her
effort.  Sara turned over and slipped out from under
Stacey, moving up onto her knees to embrace the older
woman from behind.

"Holy shit."  Ben whispered as he stood back watching
again, winded from the efforts.  "That was intense."

Sara smiled as she glanced over her shoulder at him. 
"My turn now?"

Ben rolled his eyes in mock despair as his wife
snickered.  "Just give me a minute to catch my breath,
okay?"

Stacey broke the embrace, dropping to all fours again
and crawling to the head of the bed.  She turned
around and sat down, propping her back up against the
headboard.

Sara watched for a moment, and then quickly followed,
crawling between Stacey's outstretched legs, then
turning and leaning back against the woman.

"Come on over here, I know how to help you get your
breath back."  Stacey whispered as she wrapped her
arms around Sara.

Ever obedient, Ben did as asked, moving onto the bed
with the two women.  He didn't seem to know what
Stacey intended with him, up until she poked at his
legs with her foot.

"Stand up."  As he did so, she added.  "Now lean
forward."

The motion brought his hips near both of their faces. 
Stacey immediately leaned forward, taking the whole of
his deflated cock into her mouth.  Sara, not to be
left out, kissed his thigh then moved to sucking on
his balls.

Ben let out a low guttural moan, but his body remained
still.  Sara could feel the muscles of his legs coil
with the urge to move, but he was still.

Stacey let his already slowly inflating cock out of
her mouth and moved to join Sara, sucking the other
side of his balls.  Sara eagerly moved to take
Stacey's place, easily fitting his cock into her
mouth.

She was amazed to feel the way it grew inside her,
going from barely a mouthful to almost pushing her off
of it within the expanse of a minute or less.  She
withdrew her mouth enough so that she just held the
purple helmet of it in her mouth, running her tongue
around it energetically.

"Now I'm ready."  Ben said with a pant, leaning his
hips away from the women.  He then took another step
back and off the bed, before turning and leaving the
bedroom, much to Sara's surprise.

She glanced at Stacey in confusion, but before the
older woman could comment, Ben returned from the
bathroom, a small condom package in his hand.  It was
a thought, in the heat of the moment, hadn't even
occurred to Sara.

"Better safe than sorry."  Ben commented meekly as he
tore the package open.  His emotion wasn't due to
embarrassment, but seemed to be more from the internal
conflict of responsibility and the want to feel Sara
directly.

He slipped the condom into place with a snap and then
crawled back onto the bed, crawling directly between
Sara's legs.

"Honey?  If you'd give me a hand?"

Sara held her breath nervously as she felt Stacey's
hand reach between her legs.  She could feel her
fingers find her cunt, two of them parting her lips
slightly.  She could feel the tip of Ben's cock touch
her and could only guess that Stacey was helping to
guide him in.

Sara stared up into Ben's eyes as he got closer, she
could feel the head of him just starting to part her
lips.  The time for words seemed to be over, which was
good because she wasn't sure if any words could do
this moment justice.

She felt him push forward slightly, pushing into her. 
She could feel her flesh stretching, bending against
the pressure.  The discomfort slowly grew into a sharp
pain as she felt him push further into her; there was
a warm splash inside her, which was quickly bottled up
by his cock moving further in.

She was aware that her whole body was shaking, but she
couldn't feel it.  She did feel Stacey's arms going
back around her.  She felt Stacey's lips at her ear,
the warm breath coming out of her and slow humming
sound she seemed to be making.

Ben, having paused for a moment, started to push in
further.  He was deeper inside her now than she had
ever felt anything.  Touching parts of her body that
she never even knew existed, never mind touched
before.

Ben pushed further in to the point where Sara could
feel the root of his cock stretching her lips even
further.  She could feel the coarse hair rubbing
against her sensitive skin now.  She even felt his
balls laying against the inside of her legs.

"How are you doing?"  She heard him whisper,
concernedly.

"Good."  Sara could barely pant out.  She didn't want
to talk.  She wanted him to continue.  She had spent
many years imagining what this would feel like and as
it turned out, it was better than she had expected.

"Go slow."  Stacey whispered back, "Let her get use to
you."

Ben didn't reply, instead pulling his hips back
slightly.  To Sara it seemed like he had drawn a mile,
maybe two of his cock out of her, even though it was
barely an inch.

He pushed forward slowly, resheathing himself inside
her tight walls.  He had never done anything like this
before, never been inside someone so tight.  Never
could have imagined that he'd even have the chance for
it.

He pulled out again, to the point where just his head
was barely in Sara, then pushed back in as far as he
could go.  After everything else they had already
done, he doubted that he could last very long.  But he
was determined to make sure that Sara came.

Stacey hugged Sara again, starting to play with her
small breasts, her fingers toying with the rock hard
nipples.

As Ben slowly picked up speed, Sara grabbed his head,
pulling his face to her.  Kissing him on the lips for
the first time, stabbing her tongue into his mouth. 
She felt her hips start to respond on their own,
grinding up to meet his thrusts.

Ben eagerly returned the kiss, using his tongue to
guide hers to explore his mouth.  He picked up even
more speed now, rocking in and out of her quickly.  He
could feel the seed building up in his loins and knew
it was only a matter of seconds now.

Sara's whole body shook again, making her cry out in
the middle of the kiss.  Seeing that as his signal,
Ben planted himself as deeply into her as he could go.
 The warm fire shooting down his body and spurting
through his cock in torrents.

Sara felt Ben's cock surge inside her, growing in
pulses like it had in the shower.  She broke the kiss
and dug her nails into his back, hanging on tightly to
him.  She fought off the urge to scream by burying her
mouth in his shoulder.

Ben froze up for a moment, groaned, then pulled out of
her, rolling to the side.  As if it was a practiced
maneuver, Stacey slipped out from behind Sara quickly,
moving to bury her face between Sara's legs.

Sara felt her eyelids quiver and the room spin as she
felt Stacey's tongue inside her again.  In the back of
her mind, Sara knew that the only thing Stacey tasted
was her.

========

For Sara the morning came too soon and then went by
too quickly.  She helped them pack and get out of the
room.  She imagined she could easily spend her life
this way, not being the third wheel to them, but being
a equal partner in it.

She knew it was just a fantasy, but it was something
her mind enjoyed toying with.

Before she knew it, she was standing on the curb in
front of the hotel.  Waving to the taxi as it drove
them away and out of her life.

She stayed there for a long time, just thinking,
before finally turning to return to her own family. 
And finding out what sort of penance she had to pay
for having a couple days of heaven that she knew she'd
never forget.


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