Neighbors, Friends and Lovers, Chapter 2

by Jackie

Carolyn was standing in her kitchen the next morning trying not to let the caress of the dressing gown get to her. The shipment of fashions had arrived later than expected yesterday so she decided to leave the unpacking and checking until this morning. She didn't have a lot of time; the shoot was scheduled to start at noon and it was already almost ten. Once she'd seen the designs she'd be photographing she had to arrange the sets and lighting.

The young African American man who'd delivered the canvas enclosed clothes racks was very quick and efficient. Still it struck Carolyn as odd that he was so young, not to mention alone. Although their value on the black market might be dubious the retail value of the fashions was well over a hundred thousand dollars. She was sure that there were armored cars traveling around the city with bullet proof windows and armed guards carrying less valuable cargo.

After her coffee and a shower she sat down to do her make-up naked. The photographer dressed a bit more professionally than her around the house non working duds. The white lace trimmed bra and panty set, a tight black skirt that wasn't too short and a white silk blouse conveyed a sufficient degree of professionalism.

In the studio unzipping the cover around the garment rack she thought about her model for the day.

She'd worked with Vanessa a number of times since she burst onto the scene two years ago. The model was a one woman melting pot. Her mother was African American and her father was Irish. Carolyn knew from the gorgeous woman's features that there were a couple of other ethnicities in her heritage, probably on her mother's side. A skilled make-up artist could make her look Indian, Asian, African American (of course), and even dark skinned Caucasian or Hispanic. Her versatility made her very popular.

Carolyn worked expertly to set up her studio and was just about to take a break when Vanessa breezed in.

"Hey Carolyn," the stunning petit woman greeted giving her photographer a peck on both cheeks in the continental style.

She was wearing a sort of floppy sweater the came down to her mid thigh. The calf skin boots with the three inch heels came up to her knee. Less than a foot of the five hundred dollar blue jeans could be seen.

Carolyn caught the subtle fragrance of the expensive perfume and returned Vanessa's warm smile.

"Is my hair OK like this," the model asked fluffing her shoulder length raven tresses. "I brought a couple of wigs just in case," she offered indicating the backpack that hung from her shoulder.

"Yeah, it'll be fine like that," Carolyn confirmed and the familiar gnawing feeling in her belly started.

She loved photographing beautiful women and invariably got a bit jittery just before the shoot. It was just the adrenaline secreted to enhance her performance but sometimes her body had trouble differentiating it from sexual arousal. The shoots only rarely resulted in any hanky-panky but Carolyn's body had a mind of its own.

Some models brought an entourage; hairstylist, make-up artist, assistant. Vanessa was alone.

In the back corner of the studio was a professional make-up table with a vinyl swivel chair bolted to the floor; beside that a dressing screen. The racks of new fashions had been rolled over next to the model preparation area.

Vanessa set her knapsack on the floor and slid the garments apart to get a better look at what she'd be modeling.

"Ooo... I like this one," she enthused holding up a slinky black dress.

The skirt was so tapered in at the hemline that if it hadn't been for the stretchiness of the hi-tech material would have been impossible to walk in.

"That's my favorite too," Carolyn agreed already picturing the petit yet curvy woman with the café au lait skin poured into the sexy number. "Let's save it for last," she suggested.

"You're the boss," Vanessa conceded and began arranging her make-up on the polished black table top.

Carolyn turned on the photo floods that illuminated the first set she was going to use.

"We'll start with the stripped one," she informed her model.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Vanessa sit down and remove her boots.

Carolyn was checking the light meter that she was holding when the young woman stood up and stripped the bulky sweater over her head. When her model, now naked from the waist up, went to work on the fastener of her jeans the photographer took the opportunity to admire.

Her 'B' cup breasts were round and exceptionally firm standing out from the brown skinned woman's chest. They looked larger than they actually were because she was so slender. Atop the plump little mounds was a perfectly centered dark reddish-brown two inch circle surrounding a slightly darker finger tip sized button.

Vanessa bent and wiggled her hips to aid peeling the tight denim over the flair of her hips and prominent little round butt. She sat down in the make-up chair to complete the removal. When she stood up the only thing covering her was the tiny black triangle of her black thong panty. From the teensy piece of cloth two narrow straps wrapped up over her hip bones to hold it in place.

Carolyn had all the light meter readings she needed but continued to stand on the set holding the instrument to cover her admiring gaze.

Her model was standing once again and turned to drape her street clothes over the bar of the garment rack. The incredibly high firm naked bootie sent a shiver down her photographer's spine. When she returned to the chair Carolyn picked up her camera and began checking the settings.

Ready and waiting the photographer continued to fuss with her camera but her eyes were on the reflected image of Vanessa's naked upper body. The churning became yearning and she wondered if Vanessa was one of those models who got turned-on by posing. She'd worked with the multi-racial beauty before but sexual preferences and desires had never been discussed.

'I don't even know why I'm having these thoughts, ' Carolyn chastised herself. 'We're both just here to do a job... why am I so fucking horny these days?'

The question didn't really have, nor need an answer. Knowing the cause would not change the fact. She resolved to ignore the insistent but still mild signals coming from her womanhood and got to work.

Once they got started it was easier. Vanessa's delectable body was covered and she needed to concentrate on the images she was capturing; direct her model into the poses that showed off the fashions to their best advantage. It was her ability to arrange the backdrop, light it perfectly and get the model into the exact right position that made her work special and justified her large fees.

The mildly achy pressure in her pelvis never truly went away but it was quite manageable and only flared when Vanessa changed outfits. The self-confident twenty something ignored the dressing screen entirely.

The shoot went smoothly and around three o'clock the slinky black dress was the only outfit left. The gnawing sensation came back when the dark skinned doll shimmied into the stretchy material. Smoothing the skirt Vanessa took her position under the bright lights. The material had sheen to it and displayed the model's perfect body like a coat of not quite dry paint.

Carolyn thoroughly scanned the image on the digital SLR's screen.

"Oh!" she said in obvious displeasure at something she was seeing.

Her model immediately recognized the concern and scanned down her body looking for the cause. Vanessa was a pro and had a pretty keen eye for defects in the fit and lay of the fashions. It only took a couple of seconds for her to realize that the waist straps of her thong were embossed into the thin tight fabric over her hips.

The solution was obvious.

Carolyn was looking directly at her model when the young woman gathered handfuls of the stretchy skirt and pulled it up. Partly because of the tightness it took three bunchings before the hem was above the straps of her panties. The dress stayed there on its own while Vanessa hooked her thumbs in the elasticized straps and pulled her underwear down. After she stepped out of them she tossed them off the set and in the direction of the prep area. It didn't occur to Carolyn at that moment that it was strange that the half naked young woman did not pull the dress down immediately.

The photographer's sharp intake of breath wasn't a gasp but it was a reaction to the tingling in her vulva that had just joined the persistent rumbling sensation. Looking at the beautiful pump brown mons she saw the darker inner lips just barely visible down the center of the crease. She felt as if she had a telephoto adjustment on her eyes as Vanessa's gorgeous crotch filled her vision.

The tingle was transforming into a pulsating feeling that seemed stronger with each beat of her accelerating heart. Above the overstuffed gash the pubic hair had been trimmed into the shape of a lightning bolt. Carolyn would later wonder if that represented the effect it gave out or the effect that it gave in. Right now the only thing she was thinking about was that Vanessa's pussy was just as lovely as the rest of her.

It was a feeling like a sixth sense that made her shift her attention from her model's crotch to her face. The Mona Lisa smile said; 'do you like that?' but then the temptress was pulling the dress back down, shimming it back into position. After smoothing the skirt repeatedly she asked,

"Better?"

Obviously it depended on what 'better' referred to.

Carolyn found that her vocal chords had seized and that the best she could manage was an affirmative croak. She tried to regain her focus but the non stop pounding from her coochie was very distracting. Vanessa's facial expression was different too; not quite as carefree, there was some kind of tension there.

When they were done the model picked her panties up off the floor on the way to the prep area. To Carolyn's disappointment she pulled the sexy black sheath over her head back to. There was a tiny pussy pinch as the crotch strap disappeared between the firm brown hemispheres. The jeans displayed the bubble butt magnificently and the photographer thought it was such a shame that the sweater completely obscured the tantalizing view.

Vanessa carelessly tossed her personal stuff back in her backpack and slung it on her shoulder. There was something in her expression as she approached that made Carolyn think, just for a second, that maybe it wasn't over. The stunning model reprised her European double cheek greeting in farewell, but said nothing. The photographer thought it was the most strained expression that she'd ever seen on the young woman's face, but then she was gone.

The two women would have been delightfully intrigued had they known how similar their thoughts were at the moment of parting.

Carolyn allowed herself to experience the sensations she'd been suppressing for at least the last hour. She knew that a veritable flood was being precariously held back by her protective folds. She glanced around the studio and decided that other than turning out the lights everything else could wait. She was on her way to the bedroom, the most comfortable place to deal with the pressing need, when the doorbell rang.

"Fuck!" she said out loud and re-routed toward the untimely interruption.

When she opened the door she was ready to tear whosoever it was to pieces. Her neighbor's eldest daughter standing there holding her freshly washed dishes completely changed her mind. The reversal in her attitude nearly knocked her off her feet. Her frustrated rage was replaced by a warm glow that was the result, at least in part, of the smile on the natural beauty's face.

Yesterday, when she was talking to her parents, Carolyn hadn't wanted to stare. Now, with the teenager returning the cleaned casserole dishes, she had valid reason to focus her attention on the girl.

"Hello Sandra, what a lovely surprise... won't you come in?" the girl looked a little confused.

"Hi Missus Rousseau, uh my... my mom had to run out to the store and... and she asked me to return these... and say thank you it was delicious."

"Did YOU like it Sandra?" Carolyn ventured.

"Yeah I did," the girl responded with convincing enthusiasm but her eyes were roaming in all directions.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it and tell your mom I hope it was helpful," the photographer said still unable to make eye contact because of the girl's wandering attention.

"Would you like a little tour?" Carolyn asked.

"Huh, oh... oh, I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble," Sandy replied now looking at her host.

"It's no trouble... you seem interested in the house. Perhaps you'd like to see my studio."

"Studio?" the girl reacted to the unexpected word.

"Yes... oh I guess you didn't know, I'm a professional photographer," the expression of delight combined with curiosity on the teenager's face was priceless. "Would you like to see it... uh, the studio I mean?"

"Oh yes... yes please!"

"Right this way," Carolyn directed and led the way.

She thought the girl's demeanor was younger than she looked. Carolyn wanted to find out which of her senses was correct.

"How old are you Sandra... if you don't mind me asking," she got to the point.

"Uh, everybody calls me Sandy... I'm sixteen... uh, almost seventeen."

"OK I'll call you Sandy then if you agree to call me Carolyn."

They'd arrived in the studio and the girl looked at her host and blushed.

"OK... as long as my parents aren't around, 'cause I'll get heck."

Sandy's head was back on a swivel and taking in the very high ceiling of the photographer's work space. Carolyn had put the addition on the house before she'd moved in. The ceiling was one and a half stories which gave her more and better lighting options. She had expected a high level of interest, but her guest's fascination with the unfamiliar surroundings was more than she'd anticipated. The wide blue eyes and slack jaw bespoke something like awe.

"Go ahead," Carolyn offered, "look around all you like."

Sandy looked like she'd just been invited to the County Fair. The young woman began wandering Carolyn's workspace in apparent wonderment.

The photographer leaned against the doorpost thankful for the opportunity to do the kind of thorough inspection that would be rude were the person paying any attention to you. The hideous dress of course inhibited real appreciation of her nearly mature figure.

The girl was tip-toeing around the studio as if she might wake the ogre who guarded these treasures. When Sandy arrived at the model prep area she froze and Carolyn thought she heard her gasp. The photographer had the passing thought,

'She doesn't get out much does she?' It would have amazed the older woman had she known what a massive understatement that was.

Carolyn soon realized that the girl had found something to focus her wonderment on. Vanessa had draped the slinky black dress over the back of the make-up chair and Sandy was staring at it as if it was from another world (for her it was).

She approached the wide eyed young woman and said,

"Would you like to try it on?"

The enthralled young woman's face lit up and she nodded enthusiastically.

The tumbling sensation in her lower belly started the pulsations between her legs again as Carolyn's mind raced digesting the full meaning of the offer's acceptance.

Stepping behind her guest she grasped the zipper tab at the nape of the long slender neck and said,

"We'll have to take this one off first."

With trembling hands she pulled the zipper of the shapeless sack to the bottom of its travel; fully expecting the girl to balk when she realized what she'd just agreed to.

With the dress undone Carolyn moved in front of her visitor and pulled the wide shoulder straps down. The resistance and attack of modesty she'd anticipated did not materialize. After the dress cleared her arms and Carolyn couched to lower the garment below the girl's knees the teenager simply stepped out of the homemade abomination.

The crouching photographer found herself looking at the front of the white cotton briefs that were molded to Sandy's pelvis. Her face was literally inches from the bulge at the apex of the girl's thighs and she had to swallow hard to keep the squeal from escaping. Quickly she pushed herself to a standing position before her titillated sex drive made her do something she'd regret.

Without even looking she laid the girl's frock on the seat of the make-up chair. She could not take her eyes of the magnificence she'd unveiled. Even the matronly undergarments could not detract from the stellar example of feminine perfection.

'I'd bet there are eighty year olds with sexier underwear, ' she thought while her pussy reacted by pulsating harder.

The photographer knew that even if she could get the slinky dress over the basic underwear it would look absurd. She stepped behind the transfixed young woman and took hold of the Maiden Form's back strap and once again prepared herself to be disappointed.

"We'll need to take this off too," Carolyn advised. Pulling on the elastic she released the hooks.

The lack of defensive reaction had her head spinning.

Peeling the plain cups away revealed the high roundness of the gravity defying 'C' cup mounds, their plump pink caps shining like rosy headlights pointing straight at her. She cleared her throat and coughed to cover the involuntary vocalization of her reaction.

The innocence of the teenager's expression when their eyes met fanned the flames licking at the photographer's body. She was worried about staring but powerless not to. The slightly darker pink button in the center of the pale pink areola began to rise. Carolyn felt her own nipples tightening and tingling in harmony. Her physiological response to stripping her young visitor paralyzed her for a moment but she had the feeling that delay at this point might be disastrous. She forced herself to pick up the dress that had captivated the teenager and slipped it over the girl's head.

Sandy cooperated so perfectly that Carolyn got the impression that she was used to someone else dressing her. She went all the way to her knees to tug the skirt down and stretch the hi-tech material smooth over the young woman's delectable form. Smooth except for the unsightly panty lines.

"Take a look," the photographer encouraged guiding Sandy over to the full length mirror behind the dressing screen. "It looks marvelous on you," she said and under the guise of smoothing the dress began to run her hands up and down the girl's sides.

The expression of delight on the young woman's face showed signs of strain. Her hands sliding up and down over the girl's ribs detected trembling. Carolyn couldn't be sure how much of it came from her nubile model and how much came from her own excited nervous system.

At the top of the stroke her hands brushed the underside of the magnificent teenaged boobs that she just admired—if all too briefly. The stroking older woman was tempted to cup and squeeze them but decided that might be pushing her luck too far. Sliding over the ribs she was aware of the younger woman's quickening breath. It was a good sign.

Sandy alternated her gaze from her own reflection to the face of the dark haired woman's face above her right shoulder. She'd never dreamed that she would ever have such a fabulous dress on. Without conceit she was very impressed by her appearance. The feel of her host's hands stroking her sides was making her tingle all over. The feelings, like the ones she got when she cuddled with her sister, were starting to overwhelm her. She was feeling lightheaded.

Her nipples were so hot and itchy. She wished Carolyn would rub them; she was too shy to do it herself. Looking at her bust covered by the shiny black material it came as no surprise to see the little bumps they created in the expensive fabric where it clung to her breasts like a second skin.

Her hostess' face looked happy but also strained; as though she was working on a delightful but perplexing puzzle. Her hands continued to move up and down her body making every nerve come alive. The bottom of the gentle stereo caress had been her hip bones, but now when the older woman's hands encountered the projection below her tiny waist they detoured inward. The low outsides of her tummy had become the bottom terminus and seemed to go just slightly lower with each stroke. Sandy felt the finger tips through the dress and the cotton of her underpants reach the point where she knew that her pubic hair started. She wondered if Carolyn could feel it through the double layer of material.

'Oh God I wish she'd go just a little lower and touch me down there, ' she thought dreamily.

Both women had the impression that the dress smoothing caress had gone on for a long time but in fact it was only a few moments.

"Of course underwear spoils the lines a bit," the photographer said running her fingers over the bump created by the elastic waistband for emphasis.

"It would be nice to see what it looked like without them," she added wistfully.

Carolyn didn't quite believe her ears when the girl croaked, "OK."

She looked intently at the teenager's face searching for confirmation that she'd heard correctly. When her visitor began to hike up the skirt there was a déjà vu quality about it.

It was a tribute to her neighbor's development that the photographer thought the dress looked even sexier on her than it had on her undeniably gorgeous professional model. Recalling Vanessa exposing her coochie so deliberately sent a pulse directly to the older woman's clit. Anticipation of seeing her neighbor's virginal quim generated an even bigger one.

Carolyn stopped her stroking and stepped back and to the side to enjoy the show. The best view was still the image reflected in the mirror. The white panties covering the bulge of the late adolescent mons looked even whiter in contrast to the black ascending hem.

The dress did not want to stay up high enough for the girl to access the waistband of her underpants. Sandy pulled the sexy creation up above her very high waisted drawers but it fell down again interfering. After the third attempt to get the skirt to stay out of her way Carolyn said,

"Here... let me help,"

The anticipation of the delayed unveiling was driving her mad.

Dropping to her knees she hadn't even considered the collateral benefit of assisting. The delicate fragrance of the young woman's arousal intoxicated her almost instantly. The shape of the teenaged vulva with its sparse covering of remarkably straight hairs was embossed into the shocking white panty crotch. The scent and the tiny damp spot where the girl's labia contacted the thin cotton was all the confirmation the kneeling woman needed of her visitor's arousal.

Reaching up under the skirt that the teenager was helpfully holding up almost out of the way Carolyn began to pull downward. She was so transfixed on the descending waistband and the soft looking flesh that was being revealed that she almost missed the sigh or moan the girl made.

The panties flipped inside out as the crotch panel dragged on the smooth columns of the teen's inner thighs. Carolyn was no longer watching what she was doing because her eyes were riveted to Sandy's gorgeous girlhood. Once the underpants were below the young woman's knees she let go and they fell naturally around the slender ankles.

The corn silk fine hair immediately beside the crinkly pinkness of her inner folds was stringy from the dampness. Carolyn surmised that the inner labia in their normal state entwined and folded over one another. The girl's sexual excitement had caused them to swell and spread like wings. Moisture glistened between them on the darker pink of the slightly exposed interior.

"Oh my God Sandy you have a gorgeous pussy!"

The kneeling woman regretted the remark as soon as she'd made it. In spite of the girl's obvious state Carolyn still feared and even expected the girl's innocence and modesty to put an end to her fun any second. Highlighting the fact that her genitals were completely exposed was not a prudent thing to do. Carolyn looked up into her neighbor's eyes to see how much damage she'd done.

To the bottomless teenager the air felt cool on the dampness of her sex. Why did she always have to leak pee in this situation? Was that normal? Normal or not it was embarrassing and part of her wanted to cover herself—to run away—but another part, a seemingly stronger part, wished that Carolyn would touch her.

It always felt so good when she did it after cuddling with Missy. She'd felt like there was more, an even greater pleasure just around the corner but she was always too ashamed to continue. She'd been taught from an early age that excessive touching between her legs was naughty. It was OK to wash thoroughly and to wipe after using the toilet but any other contact was forbidden. Still she hadn't been able to resist sometimes, especially after laying with Melissa. That was a big part of the reason she avoided the intimate sessions for so long. Yesterday had stirred up all those nasty thoughts and feelings again and now here she was letting this older woman—this stranger—look at her pee-pee.

She was already feeling dizzy and wondering if her legs were going to hold. Her neighbor seemed to be breathing rapidly too because the jets from the kneeling woman's nostrils felt cool on her dampness.

"May I... may I touch it?"

Sandy felt her knees turn to water at the yearned for request.

Carolyn noticed the sag immediately and got a tremendous thrill when she slid her hands up the back of Sandy's thighs and grabbed her extraordinarily firm ass cheeks to support her. She had neither the strength nor the leverage to keep the girl from falling so she did the next best thing. Pivoting the teenager's pelvis she was able to redirect her so she landed in the make-up chair.

It was a good thing the chair was bolted to the floor or it would have surely toppled from the force of the landing. Sandra's squeal was caused partly by the tight pinching squeeze of the photographer's hands on her ass and partly from the bolt of pleasure thumping her coochie on the chair generated.

Missus Rousseau... uh, Carolyn was between her legs on the floor. The older woman's arms encircled her thighs and her hands were approaching her seething girlhood from the top. She felt the older woman's fingers gently clawing at her plump outer lips pulling her flooded crease open. The gnawing feeling in her belly was like the one she had during the cuddling sessions but much stronger.

'Oh God she's going to kiss it, ' Sandy thought as she saw Carolyn's head moving forward.

She'd heard older kids talking about oral sex before she'd been rescued from the depraved influence of the public school system. She tried not to listen, her mother had warned her about that kind of talk but she couldn't help some of the things she overheard from older kids. She thought she must have gotten the concept of oral sex wrong.

'Nobody would actually do that!' she'd thought.

But here was the proof that it hadn't been school yard BS, her neighbor was about to put her mouth on her... on her... which would have been unbelievable enough if she hadn't just peed herself.

Frightened and embarrassed Sandra tried to recoil her hips but she couldn't move. Her upper thighs were on Carolyn's shoulders and the kneeling woman's arms were wrapped firmly around them. She could feel the very edge of the make-up chair seat under her tail bone. There was no place to go.

Carolyn watched as the delicate inner folds parted under tension from her fingers. Tendrils of milky pussy cream clung to the shocking pink labia which resulted in tiny thread-like filaments forming across the chasm she had pulled open. She didn't need to see, but couldn't miss, the intact hymen blocking most of the entrance to the girl's vagina.

Carolyn started very low almost at the tightly puckered anus immediately below the mushy crease. Cupping her tongue she made a slow upward stroke collecting the thick nectar. The girl's squeal of shock and pleasure was not unexpected.

Sandy was no longer able to concern herself with the puritanical prejudice that was at the very foundation of her concept of sex. The head spinning rush of sensation caused by her neighbor's tongue stroking the sensitive folds blotted out all thought. She was so completely enraptured by the physical sensation there was nothing she could do but surrender to it.

Electricity danced on her skin and warm waves of pleasure rolled up her body. At the top of the long lapping stroke she felt the probing tongue hit something... something firmer and even more swollen feeling than the rest of her girlhood. The next wave was preceded by a lightning bolt straight to the core of her being. Her hips involuntarily tried to buck but they were still immobilized by the photographer's full nelson style grip.

Sandy was aware of the ultra sensitive place at the top of her pussy. She'd accidentally touched it after a cuddling session way back before her dad died. The sensation was too intense and it scared her so she had avoided that part of her coochie ever since. The woman between her legs wasn't avoiding it. In fact the licks had become shorter and the photographer's tongue was now in contact with her hyper-sensitive nubbin a lot of the time, rolling it and flicking it.

The warm waves rising from between her legs seemed to be reflected back on themselves, as though they'd hit an impenetrable obstruction. The back flow joined with the next on coming wave and formed a pool. The reservoir was filling and getting hotter. To Sandy it felt like every surge added to the pressure building up behind the damn.

Whatever and wherever this pool was it was reaching its capacity. Pressure was building up and the teenager knew something had to give.

When it broke the waves that spread out from her core were bigger and hotter than ever. Every nerve in her body was electrified and on fire. The rush initially caused a brilliant light to flash behind her closed eyes. She felt all of her muscles flex and go rigid, so tight that she couldn't sustain the flex and they began to spasm. Shuddering and shaking she knew that she was crying out loudly but she was completely out of control; lost in a world of pure bliss.

As the explosion subsided the feeling that replaced it was like exhaustion. The feeling of deep serenity made the weakness in her muscles actually feel good.

Her head was swimming and she felt depleted. She was vaguely conscious that her neighbor was still between her legs stroking her nearly numb vulva with her tongue.

While she'd been eating the teenager Carolyn's formerly urgent needs had gone on hold. She so enjoyed the taste and smell and squishy wetness on her face that the incessant pounding of her own pussy was pushed to the background. Now that her visitor was floating in a post orgasmic state Carolyn felt her needs reassert.

Her pussy had been begging for attention all day. It started with the silky caress of her robe as it usually did. The shoot with Vanessa had taken it to a nearly unbearable level. And now the episode with her neighbor's oldest daughter put her in a state that simply had to be dealt with.

Shifting from her knees to her backside she sat on the floor. Hiking the tight black skirt up to her waist she pulled her white lace panties off with urgency. Spreading her legs wide the photographer tried to imagine some quick and simple ploy that might get her teenaged visitor to participate, but the level of her excitement left very little brain capacity for scheming and planning. It was too late for that.

She thrust three fingers into her flooded hot tunnel and allowed the palm of her hand to impact her stiffly erect clit. Her kitty thanked her by issuing a great rushing wave of relief, and she squealed. Rapidly thrusting and twisting it didn't take very long before the pressure that had been building up for hours released and Carolyn collapsed backward onto the studio's hardwood floor, still fingering herself through the waning moments of the explosion.

Sandra watched in dreamy fascination from the make-up chair. Her hand was between her legs gently stroking her coochie and really feeling it for the first time. Wiggling her fingers over her engorged labia and feeling the wetness that was more Carolyn's spit than her own secretions now, the magnitude of what she'd just experienced began to soak in.

The word orgasm wasn't in her vocabulary. from her public school days she'd heard classmates talk about cumming. Those forbidden overheard conversations that had piqued her curiosity but embarrassed and made her ashamed at the same time came flooding back as she watched her host finger herself.

It wasn't bad... it couldn't be wrong... God would not create such enormous pleasure and then forbid the experience. Seeing the older woman bring herself to climax right before her eyes the sixteen year old knew that her mother had been wrong when she'd said a woman's pleasure from sex depended on having a baby. She had experienced first hand the ecstasy her teacher and only reference source had claimed was impossible. Now as further proof she'd seen her neighbor accomplish the feat solo. Her world was changed forever in so many ways.

Dreamily stroking herself she felt the nerves in her vulva returning to normal and the sensations her fingers were creating made her coochie plead for more. Tugging on her sensitive wings and watching her new best friend enter the recovery phase she began to scroll through some of her mother's other axioms.

"Mom!" Sandy shrieked jumping up out of the chair.

Carolyn watched from her reclined place on the floor as the girl she'd just introduced to sexual fulfillment stripped the haut couture dress over her head. She had the feeling that she should react to sudden and frenzied activity but she was stuck in her mellow post orgasmic world.

The girl had her bra and panties back on and was stepping into her God awful dress. Panting from exertion and panic, she said,

"My mom will be home any minute... if she's not already. I gotta get home!"

Being fully dressed and ready to go seemed to calm the girl. Looking down at her photographer friend she smiled.

"Thanks for the uh... the um... tour," there was a giggle in her voice. "Could I come back again sometime... maybe bring Missy?"

Carolyn's found herself speechless and just nodded.

Her teenaged playmate's smile broadened just before she scurried out the door.