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The morning the grass was to be cut, Dianne stood at her kitchen window watching the raindrops splatter on the wooden deck. Her sadness was palpable. She sighed deeply as she picked up her coffee and headed toward the bedroom to finish dressing. Before she could make it the phone rang. Quickening her stride she picked it up on the third ring. "Hello?" "Hi, I guess I won't be mowing the lawn today" the girl at the other end said. "No Vicki; this is supposed to keep up all day. The forecast for tomorrow isn't great either." Dianne said making no effort to hide the disappointment dripping from her words. "There's not much to do when the weather's like this." Victoria moaned. Then after a pregnant pause; "What are you going to do?" The second part was more like her usual chipper tone, though Dianne thought 'she sounds older or more mature or something on the phone. If I didn't know better I'd think I was talking to a twenty something' "I have some shopping to do." The woman replied tugging at the belt of her dressing gown. "Are you going to get dressed up?" Vicki queried. "I don't know what you mean by 'dressed up'. I usually try to look presentable when I go out in public." Dianne assured the young woman. The question knocked her a little off balance. "What are you wearing now?" it was an innocent enough question but it sent a chill down Dianne's spine. "Well, uh, I'm in my, uh, dressing gown." "What are you wearing underneath?" That question was definitely not innocent! "I, uh, have my under things on," Dianne stammered. "Ooo... are they like the ones you had on last week when you... I mean we were in the yard?" Dianne noticed her heart was beating faster, and for some insane reason she was having trouble catching her breath. "Yes as a matter of fact they are almost the same, except these are blue; the others were black." 'Why was telling this teenager what colour of underwear she had on having this affect on her'. "So the top of the bra is all lacy and it doesn't quite cover your nipples?" Vicki whispered. "It, uh, that is I think, uh, that it does!" Dianne panted feeling completely stupid about her lack of breath. "Take a look for me." Victoria challenged. There was silence for several seconds the older woman's eyes were cast down on the open neck of her robe. "Open your gown up," came the words that ended the pause. To Dianne it sounded like a command. Obediently, she slipped the knot in the belt she had been toying with and parted the silk drape. 'This is ridiculous' she thought. Now looking down at her lacy silk bra she was satisfied that the cups were properly in place and covering her breasts. Her nipples however were quite evident pushing against the soft fabric. Looking at the sensitive protrusions seemed to cause them to stiffen more and start to tingle, just slightly. "My breasts are quite properly covered, thank you." Dianne said trying to sound at least a little indignant but it came out as a breathy whisper. "They're sticking out aren't they? You can see them pushing on the lace." The girl whispered back. "Yes." Dianne confirmed and felt a shiver but not in her spine this time. "Touch them, touch your nipples, like you did last week while you were watching me standing in the sprinkler." The teenager urged. "I'll have to put down the phone." Dianne replied feeling shock at the direction the phone call was taking, but very aware that it was really turning her on. "Don't you have a speaker?" Vicki replied, sounding impatient. 'Idiot' Dianne snapped at herself, pressing the 'hands free' button and replacing the hand set in the cradle. Her shaking hands went to the smooth cups and stroked over the protruding ever sensitive projections. Vicki was sitting cross legged on the floor of her bedroom facing the full length mirror on her closet door. She wore only the long 'T' shirt that served as her night dress. The 'hands free' ear piece microphone set was hanging on her left ear. "Are you touching them now?" the girl's voice sounded hollow coming from the telephone speaker. "I'm touching mine too" she added. Both women sat with their eyes closed running their fingers over their breasts through a layer of cloth. Fingers bumped over stiff nipples as each envisioned the actions of the other. "Ugh!" Dianne emitted a grunt that was unintelligible but served its purpose, confirming that she was pleasuring her breasts. "I'm wearing a 'T' shirt just like the one I wore last week." The girl confided. "Remember how clingy it got when it was wet? My nips got sooo hard in that cold water! I thought they were going to break off. When I saw you reach into your bra I had a pussy spasm." Vicki paused, taking several deep breaths as she continued to run her fingers over her cotton covered chest. "They're hard like that now, Dianne; I wish you could see how they're sticking out." Pulling in a few more deep breathes, and hearing her boss groan again she continued; "Take your gown off sweetie." Dianne shrugged the silk drape off her shoulders. Her tits screamed as their stimulation was momentarily suspended. As soon as the robe fell in a bunch behind her on the bed, the older woman resumed her gentle stroking. "Pull your shoulder straps down." Vicki commanded, envisioning the older woman's sexy blue bra. Dianne's breasts protested again as the stroking stopped. She hooked her thumb in each shoulder strap and flipped them down over her elbows. Raising he hands back to the soft cups, only the back strap held the sexy lace garment in place. She needed more. Catching the projections of her nips through the silk she squeezed firmly. A guttural cry erupted from her core and a maddening throbbing started in her clit. Hearing the erotic cry, Vicki smiled at herself in the mirror. "Slowly my darling" the girl whispered. "I want you to stroke your beautiful legs. Use you finger tips and gently run them from your knees up your inner thighs; but you mustn't touch your panties! Not yet!" after a couple of ragged breaths she continued. "Slowly up and down; feel how soft your skin is." "I have thigh high stockings on too" Dianne moaned as she put her fingers on her silk encased knees. "Oooo are they all lacy and silky?" Vicki queried. "Yeesss." the older woman sighed "Stroke your thighs for me baby" Dianne responded in a trance like state to the suggestion. Her breast screamed for attention and her nipples ached, but she continued to follow instructions. Gently she slid her fingers up from her knees, over the lacy tops of the stockings onto the incredibly smooth skin of her inner thighs until she felt the lace of the panty on her fingers, and then back down to her knees only to repeat the motion on a slightly different path. "Is your kitty tingling? Mine sure is" the teenager said through a giggle. "Oh God!" Dianne moaned as her pussy lips seemed to be extending reaching toward the exploring fingers that came so tantalizingly close but never arrived. The quivering woman could feel her juices now running into the crack of her ass. "OK honey, slowly, slowly" the girl panted. "Use one hand to pull your bra down. Get those beautiful tits out'" it was Vicki's turn to groan as she envisioned those long suck-able nipples being released from their confinement. Again, seeming to have no mind of her own the woman on the bed followed orders. She peeled the silk and lace cups away from her heaving breasts one by one. The lace at the top of the cups caught on her ridged pleasure buds which sent a shock wave of joy between her spread legs. Another stream of sweet nectar rolled from between the pouting lips below. "I want you to stroke those big hard nipples for me; nice and gentle; then use your finger nail right on the very tip." Vicki snatched the head set from her ear and dropped it on the floor. With a quick upward twisting motion she peeled her night shirt off. She returned her communication device to her ear as she sat totally naked on her bedroom floor mimicking the movements she was asking Dianne to make. There was a lot of groaning but neither woman was sure which sounds were hers and which came from her partner. Dianne's right hand was still stroking her thigh. She knew it was cheating but she was no longer able to keep her fingers from stroking her bulging vulva through the saturated crotch of the silk panties. The lips of her sex felt impossibly large under the soaking material. Vicki sat with the soles of her feet together in front of her bedroom mirror. The position gave her a marvelous view of her wet pink girlhood in full bloom. Not bound by her own rules she began to play with her slippery labia. "Tap your pussy." The girl said suddenly and began to tap her own sex as if to demonstrate. "Give it a little slap" gasp "right up on top... on the bone" another gasp sounded as she sat gently spanking her cunt. The wail she heard in the ear piece was almost frightening. "Don't cum yet, don't you cum! Not until I tell you!" The teenager's hand had stopped tapping and started a gentle circular motion just barely touching her slick vulva. Her left hand continued to pleasure her right breast and nipple. The inside of her forearm was rubbing on her other breast providing some stimulation. "Take your panties off." Vicki said, closing her eyes and envisioning the erotic scene in her boss's bedroom. The older woman had to force her hands to stop their intensely pleasurable activity. Rising from her bed, she hooked her fingers in the waist band and pushed the elastic over her butt and hips. Gravity did the rest. The sensual lingerie hit the floor around her ankles with a very soft splash. Feeling the cool air on her steaming lips it was impossible for the scantily dressed woman to resist putting her hand between her legs. The motion her hand and fingers commenced was instinctive. Quick little circles on the hood of her clitoris followed by a rapid up and down motion that brought her finger tips onto her protruding inner labia. Scooping some of the slippery fluid that was flowing out, the fingers curled retracting the protective skin over her love button. The thick juice was applied liberally to the pulsating pleasure center, and the whole primal choreography was repeated again and again. Dianne was standing bow-legged beside her bed, her experienced fingers franticly working their magic on her aching vulva. Victoria sat on her bedroom floor. The motion of the hand and fingers was remarkably similar. Both women panted and groaned in harmony. The squishy splashing sounds of their pussies could be heard like a back beat. The force of her orgasm threw Dianne back onto her bed. Bolts of pure pleasure shot through her belly and her legs began to convulse. The enraptured woman rolled onto her side, pulling her knees up and trapping her still twitching hand between the soft slipperiness of her thighs. She heard a strange buzzing in the delirium of the post orgasmic after shocks. The sound wasn't in her head she realized, it was coming from somewhere else. It seemed important to identify the source. With her head clearing a little the shivering woman recognized the sound. A telephone dial tone, the girl had disconnected. Dianne snoozed for a while after the phone call. The post orgasmic nap was always so restful. 'It must be all the endorphins in your blood stream she reasoned; ounce for ounce they're more powerful than heroin'. Purposefully stripping off her bra and tossing it in the general direction of the hamper; she headed for the shower. With extra attention to her upper thighs and crotch she was out on moments. A quick dry, then back to the lingerie drawer. This time she chose white. Her favorite style of bra and panty set hugged her like an old friend. Pulling on the white thigh highs with the slight pink tint a new stirring in her loins began. The closet yielded a white silk blouse and a navy mini skirt. She was good to go. Shopping was a little tedious but with her parcels securely in the trunk she headed for home. She had passed the nondescript restaurant before she realized 'that's where she works'. It was not a place that would normally attract her attention, but Dianne made a quick turn to position her car to enter the small parking area from its rear access. Should she go in? She sat and wondered. 'What the hell?' she thought 'I'll just check the joint out.' Straightening her short skirt she entered the somewhat dingy establishment. Everything was clean enough it was just worn. The place had been in need of a face lift for at least ten years. Dianne found and empty booth near the back and seated herself so that she could see most of the restaurant she was searching for Vicki without success. When she finally spied her she was standing in a little alcove where the servers picked up their orders. The waitresses wore uniforms as dated as the restaurant itself. An 'A' line polyester dress; the front and back panels were a cream colour while the sides were an orangey-pink. Her teenaged friend accented the uniform with pink thigh high stockings. Vicki was standing so close to her co-worker that Dianne felt a pang in her heart. "Jealousy' she scolded herself. Unmistakably the other waitress, a twenty something "Barbie doll", had her hand on Vicki's shoulder. The two servers picked up their orders and proceeded to deliver them. Without staring Dianne observed Vicki at work out of the corner of her eye. After she set the order on the table she was surprised to see the girl approaching her booth. Vicki put both hands on the worn melamine surface and whispered "This isn't even my table." "I'm sorry I shouldn't have come in" Dianne said as she started to rise. Putting her hand on the older woman's shoulder the teenaged waitress pushed her back down. "You came too soon this morning; I told you not to!" the teenager's voice had a cry in it. "Then I couldn't cum. Do you know what that's like?" without waiting for a reply "I need to teach you a lesson." Vicki turned and headed back to the service pick up counter. As the girl retreated Dianne couldn't prevent herself from admiring the firm round butt. When the waitress arrived at the serving area she looked over her shoulder, and then bent from the waist to pick up some stray French Fries. The action caused the short uniform to rise almost to the middle of those beautiful butt cheeks. Victoria deliberately opened her legs wider to give her audience of one a view of the panty clad triangle between her legs framed between the delicate lace of the stockings. Dianne noticed that the girl was looking between her legs with a covert grin. Realizing the poor planning of this whole episode the nattily dressed woman headed for the door without ordering anything. When she arrived home, Dianne unloaded her packages. Putting all of her purchases away seemed to take forever. When she was finally done she proceeded to the patio to ponder the brief conversation at the restaurant. 'What did she say? "I didn't cum"; "don't you know what that's like"; "I need to teach you a lesson." What did all of that mean? The home owner sat there not able to find a line of logic that really fit the words. Tired from the shopping trip she dozed. Then there she was standing at the corner of her house. "My pussy has been dripping all day because of you" Vicki said in an accusatory tone. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Dianne pleaded from her slumber induced grog. "You didn't know!" the girl snarled. "I told you not to cum until I said so." "I, I, couldn't help it." The older woman cried, hoping for forgiveness. "Well that's just not good enough!" Vicki retorted. The girl sat down on one of the other patio chairs and began to peel off her stockings. The home owner sat mesmerized as the teenager crossed her legs, ankle over knee, to roll the silky stockings down her supple legs. Peeking under the short 70's dress she didn't see the white or pink panty crotch that the girl had teased her with at the restaurant. Unfortunately it was too dark under there to really see anything. Once the stockings were removed the girl stood back up. Taking the short steps to where her boss was sitting Vicki said; "Now you have to watch me." Dianne looked up at her young friend but some how could not comprehend what she was saying. The after effects of her too brief nap sapped her power of understanding. "You have to just watch and suffer!" Victoria reached into the small purse that hung on her shoulder and pulled out her panties. "I got so wet I had to take these off" the teenager announced tossing the cotton underwear in Dianne's direction. The older woman was so surprised by the action that she failed to mount any defense for the on coming panties. The girl's soiled underwear hit the older woman in the forehead and fell naturally down onto her face. Dianne closed her eyes inhaling the girl's sweet sent. She felt Vicki's hands on her wrist, but she was so enraptured by the scent that filled her nostrils and her brain that she ignored it. Dianne moved her head to get a better position on the crotch of her lover's undergarment but the motion caused it to fall off her face and into her lap. It was then that she realized that her young guest had used her recently removed stockings to tie her wrists to the arms of the patio chair. Dianne's pussy was already fluttering but now her heart joined in the rapid beat. "What... what's happening? What are you doing?" Dianne squealed in real fear. "I told you I was going to teach you a lesson" the teenager said smugly "and here it comes." The woman tied to the chair was panting like a dog. She had been so turned on by her young guest that her breasts and pussy were begging for attention, but now she found herself restrained, the arousal was mixed with terror. "I'm going to get myself off, and you're going to watch without being able to do a damn thing for yourself." Just like before Dianne heard the words but could not seem to comprehend the girl's meaning. 'She's tied me with her stockings. I won't be hard to get free of them' Dianne thought 'I'm not really tied up; it's just a game'. When she tried to move her arms, Dianne found to her surprise and consternation that she was practically unable to move her arms at all. Fear was over taking arousal as she came to the realization that she was helpless, and totally at the whim of her teenaged assailant. "I want to show you how you left me this morning" Vicki shrieked as she quickly opened the zipper in the front of her polyester uniform and just as quickly shrugged it off her shoulders. The teenager was now completely naked. Her firm round breasts stood from her chest defying gravity. Her belly heaved with emotion or arousal or both. The girl's hand went to the apex of her thighs and said "see". Dianne saw alright. There on full display were the fabulous protruding labia she had only been able to imagine up to now. Victoria pulled upward on her vulva causing her whole sex to tilt forward. The girl's glistening clit popped up so bright pink it was almost fluorescent. The bulging paler pink lips below also had the glint of extreme arousal. Dianne's hand tried to go to her pulsing nipples but in anguish she discovered that the silk restraints prevented any such relief. "I just couldn't get off after YOU came this morning" the girl moaned as her fingers began their slow gentle rotation on the hood of her clitoris. "I played with my pussy for half an hour but I just couldn't cum." The pace of the girl's fingers varied from almost slow motion [were they even moving?] to so rapid they were a blur. At some point the diddling digits pulled away and came back down on the foaming labia with a resounding slap. Dianne wasn't sure if there was any pattern to the fingering but she knew the scent of the aroused pussy was assailing her nose. Any fear was completely eclipsed by the erotic vision before her. Vicki dipped her fingers deep into her streaming girlhood. When she pulled them out she whispered; "I bet you'd love a taste." The wicked girl brought her goo covered fingers toward her captive's mouth. Dianne's tongue automatically shot out to capture the sweet nectar. With amazing dexterity Vicki dodged the older woman's tongue and deposited the spoils from her saturated pussy on the restrained woman's upper lip. "There now you can sniff that while I finish." The restrained woman tried to speak but only unintelligible grunts came out. Dianne honestly though she was going to explode. Every sensual nerve in her body was vibrating like a tuning fork; and every one of them felt like they were pushing out through her skin. Unable to stroke or touch or in any way alleviate the intense excitement the poor woman thought she might go mad. In spite of the torment she was not able to take her eyes off the teenager's vulva. The girl's fingers were now constantly a blur and her pelvis had begun to thrust. There was a guttural scream and Dianne saw the ejaculate hit the girl's thigh just above her knee, and start trickling down on to her calf. Dianne's groan of frustration provided harmony. "Ummm, that was pretty good!" Victoria sighed as her climax subsided. "Want a taste?" she asked extending her cum soaked hand toward her prisoner. Again Dianne's tongue shot out, but this time she wasn't teased. Vicki allowed her captive to lap the sweet juice from her hand. "I gotta get cleaned up." The teenager said as she headed for the door to the house. "You can't leave me like this!" Dianne protested. Even she wasn't sure whether she was talking about the restraints or her unbearable state of arousal but she knew that panic was setting in. 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