Neighbors, Friends and Lovers, Chapter 7

by Jackie

Outside the door Carolyn lifted each foot in turn and removed her heels so she could take the short cut across the side yard. Sharon's flat loafers looked out of place with a dress but were fine for walking on the grass still damp with morning dew. She hadn't bothered to lock the door so they just walked in. The photographer closed the door behind them and set her shoes beside the hall seat.

"Just a second," she said sitting down. "These got wet; I'm going to take them off."

Pulling her skirt above the tops of her thigh-high stockings she pushed the lacy looking elastic top of the left one down to her knee. Crossing her left ankle over her right knee she continued with the removal. The expression on her guest's face led her to conclude that the woman from next door was not missing the show.

The un-lady-like position of ankle over knee exposed the crotch of her panties. The material matched the bra and was equally un-concealing. The mesh with the lace pattern woven into it held the seated woman's shaved vulva, but permitted a thinly masked view of slightly protruding inner lips being mashed by the tight blue transparent fabric.

The flash of her neighbor's coochie with its blue mask flung Sharon's mind back again to the college dorm and the path-not-taken. She couldn't help but stare just as she'd done all those years ago with Alice. Missus Rousseau took her time removing the silky material, and even paused to massage or dry her foot, before repeating the process with her other leg.

At the moment the seated woman changed legs Sharon glanced at her face. There was a striking similarity to the half smile that her study-buddy had worn sitting on her dormitory bed and the one currently on her neighbor's face.

"Come on back to the studio," Carolyn invited and started down the hall toward the back of the house.

Sharon fell in behind also barefoot having politely removed her wet loafers.

Inside the studio Missus Madsen looked around with only slightly less awe than her daughters had. Taking in the lights and all the other photography paraphernalia the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach churned but still didn't eclipse the yearning feeling directly between her legs.

"Let me see what I have," Carolyn said turning the door knob on the storage room door. "Uh, about a six and uh... thirty-four 'C'?"

Sharon felt her knees go weak realizing how closely her host was inspecting her body, but she managed to nod confirming the assessment.

With the photographer searching for appropriate wardrobe the uptight mother wandered around the studio. In a similar progression to the one her girls had followed she wound up in the model prep area. The little outfits hanging on the wall sent a shiver down her spine.

'Did Sandy and Missy try these things on yesterday?' she wondered.

The thought of her girls in the sexy teenaged clothes caused an unexpected tremor in her womanhood. Her imagination got the better of her and she stood staring at clothing display.

"I'm afraid those won't fit," the photographer's voice from directly behind her made her jump.

"These, on the other hand, will look spectacular," Carolyn predicted holding up the dresses she had in one hand and the bra and panty sets in the other.

Her guest's eyes went wide in appreciation of the attractive clothes. Carolyn was pleased at the first smile that had graced her neighbor's face since they'd met in her entry hall before breakfast.

"You can change right over there," the photographer indicated the dressing screen beside the make-up table.

"There's a mirror back there so you can see how they fit, but I hope you'll come out and let me have a peek too," Carolyn informed her neighbor handing over the garments.

Sharon slipped behind the screen and hung her choices on the wall hooks trying to make up her mind which to try first.

Carolyn sat in the make-up chair and settled back for the show. She was well aware that from the swivel chair bolted to the floor, she'd be able to watch her guest's every move reflected in the mirror. If Sharon decided to look from the correct angle she'd be able to see that she was being watched but, for the moment at least, the woman in the potato sack dress was too mesmerized by the fashions and lingerie to pay any attention to her surroundings.

When the woman behind the screen crossed her arms and began to lift the all concealing frock Carolyn held her breath. A moment later her guest was standing in the most matronly underwear she'd seen since the woman's daughter, Sandra, had performed a similar maneuver two days ago. Her clit throbbed. The unattractive bra and panty briefs did not disguise the magnificence of her body anymore than they had Sandy's.

Carolyn's right hand unconsciously began caressing the silky smoothness of her inner thigh and her left squeezed one tingling breast.

Sharon was reaching up behind her back to release the multiple hooks on the wide white back strap while the photographer's finger tips traveled ever closer to her blue lace covered mons.

They drooped expectably but the woman in the make-up chair could still see a resemblance to the magnificent orbs the woman behind the dressing screen had passed on to her daughters. The areola and nipple however were startlingly different. While each of her girls sported a pale pink mushroom cap on their mounds, their mother's was dark almost brown. Carolyn judged that her guest's areola was close to four inches in diameter and the peg projecting from its center was as big as the tip of her baby finger. The jutting nipple was much redder than the surrounding flesh and even at this range the reflection revealed its crinkly texture.

Carolyn dug the fingers of her left hand into her breast, applying her finger nails to the sensitive center through the silk blouse and lacy bra. A warm rush raced through her and she couldn't tell if it came up from her pussy or down from her tit. It didn't really matter the impulse to cup her womanhood through the lacy mesh underpants was all the same. Feeling the humid heat her fingers automatically began their primal dance. Her eyes closed for a moment as a larger more powerful wave washed over her. When she opened them her neighbor was stepping out of her white cotton briefs.

Watching Missus Madsen's breasts wobble and sway, bent from the waist to thread the panties over her feet, Carolyn wished she had a view of the now naked woman's ass.

'All in good time... God willing, ' she thought as her right hand pressed a bit harder on the mushy damp flesh inside the blue lace.

Sharon hesitated only a moment before unclipping the satin and lace 'boy-shorts' style black panties from their hanger. She couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror. The urgent pressure in her low belly and the burning tingle in her nipples was bad enough already. Stepping into the sexy knickers she felt some of the walled up moisture escape.

'I'm going to leave a mark in these just like the girls did the other day, ' she realized.

She wasn't sure if it was a shiver of shame or excitement. She trembled as she pulled the luxurious material up her thighs and reveled in the sensuous way the panties hugged her ass and pubes. At the top of her crease tiny pulses were thumping in rhythm to her rapidly beating heart.

Slipping her arms through the shoulder straps of the matching bra she pulled the cups into place and reached up her back to fasten the hooks. She was amazed at her own dexterity in spite of the tremors.

Her boobs were not sitting properly. Sharon tugged on the bottom of the brassiere under each breast which helped, but it still wasn't right.

Carolyn watched her neighbor struggle to get the black satin cups in place and found herself tempted to show the woman the better way to put the bra on.

'I'll show her some other time, ' she decided letting her thumb nail scrape over her erect nipple through her clothes.

With her left hand under her left breast Sharon reached across with her right and inserted her finger tips under the lacy upper part of the bra cup. Gently clawing at the resilient flesh of her tit she was attempting to pull it up into position. She could feel the semi-erect tip sliding against the still cool slippery fabric. Because of their size her finger tips were soon making their walking motion on the even softer pebbled flesh of her areola.

She hadn't intended to do it. It was pure impulse. Her right hand thrust fully into the stretchy cup and squeezed the fleshiness of her boob hard. She felt the rubbery peg pressing into her palm and something a-kin to a lightning bolt hit her between the legs. Her hips hunched and she was unable to stifle the groan.

Sharon's eyes fluttered and her vision went blurry but when she got her eyes fully open again she was looking directly in the mirror. Because of the angle, all she could see of the photographer was her face. The clarity with which the realization came was not congruent with her otherwise befuddled thinking.

'If I can see her, then she can see me.'

Concluding that her neighbor had been watching her the whole time, even when she was naked sent the Victorian woman's head spinning. She grabbed the back of a chair that was behind the screen to keep from falling. Breathing deeply she struggled to get a grip.

'It's not accidental... she deliberately watched me undress.'

A great warm wave accompanied the thought and somehow it washed some of the cobwebs out of her brain.

'She wants to see me... my body... maybe she wants to touch me too... '

Another wave enveloped the lingerie clad woman behind the screen; bigger and hotter than the last.

Like thrusting her hand into the bra cup the next move had no thought behind it.

Sharon stepped out from behind the screen and stood in the sexy black bra and panty set, displaying herself for Carolyn's pleasure. The enraptured expression on her host's face gave her a lift; a very rarely experienced feeling of pride in her physical appearance. She'd never worn anything as provocative as the borrowed lingerie. Appreciation was written all over the photographer's face.

"I can't seem to get this on right... would you help?" Sharon asked tugging at the bra.

"I'd love to," Carolyn agreed.

She stood up and slipped around behind the scantily clad woman.

"You look absolutely fabulous," she breathed directly into Sharon's ear.

She felt the silkiness of the dark blonde hair on her face and inhaled deeply the fresh soapy clean scent. Her neighbor's shiver did not go unnoticed.

"It's going to be hard to get it to sit right like this," Carolyn whispered with her lips touching Sharon's ear. "Can we take it back off...? I'll show you a better way to put it on."

Sharon didn't respond. She just stood there with the photographer's lips on her ear breathing rapidly.

Carolyn moved away enough to be able to grip the back strap and release the hooks without clear permission, much like she'd done with the woman's daughter. Stepping around, she pulled the shoulder straps down the unmoving woman's arms.

The black satin cups snagged briefly between the heavy breasts and Sharon's ribs but eventually slipped free. Carolyn caught her breath as she got a close up view of the intriguingly large nipples.

It was a gamble like several others she'd taken—all the way back to exposing her underwear beside the breakfast table. The others, thus far, had all paid off. This particular roll of the dice wasn't as calculated as some of them had been.

"Oh my God Sharon, you have the most amazing nipples I've ever seen!"

She then followed the philosophy 'it's easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission'. The photographer reached out and ran her finger tips over the large dug. It was surprisingly hot and even bigger than she thought.

'Bigger than the first joint of my thumb, ' she estimated.

"AAARRRGGHH!" Sharon wailed and grabbed her host's hands mashing them hard into her fleshy tits.

"No... oh God NO touch me anywhere but there!"

Carolyn had no trouble freeing her right hand from the overwrought woman's left. Placing her fingers on the moist satin covered mons she said,

"You mean it would be better if I touched you here?"

Sharon felt all the air go out of her. When her neighbor had touched her nipples, she got a rushing gushing feeling between her legs like she hadn't experienced since nursing her daughters. She'd really thought that she was going to collapse. There was still pressure but she felt a glorious relief come over her that made her feel faint. Now her neighbor was touching the very source of the amazing sensations—a place strictly reserved for her husband.

She wanted Carolyn as a friend—did she want her as a lover?

She was intoxicated by the unique chemical brew her limbic system had injected into her blood stream. What remained of her rational brain was trying to cope with the conflict between what was happening and her rigid moral code. There was really no capacity left for muscle control.

Carolyn turned her so her back was to the make-up chair and Sharon was vaguely aware of the pressure of the seat against the back of her knees. Her legs buckled and she sat.

She looked at the woman kneeing in front of her.

Carolyn met her guest's gaze. There was that pleading begging look that she'd seen when they were sitting on the couch next door. It was a matter for interpretation whether the plea was to go or stop. Carolyn chose go.

She gripped the waistband of the 'boy-shorts' and started to pull. Sharon didn't help but she didn't resist either. It took some effort to pull the black satin out from under the seated woman's butt. Fortunately the vinyl seat of the make-up chair provided little friction.

'What am I doing?' Sharon's rational mind screamed trying to be heard over the deafening roar of erotic sensations.

'How can I be letting this woman... this stranger pull my pants down?'

Carolyn brought the crotch of the underpants she'd leant her neighbor to her nose and lips, but never took her eyes off the triangle of brownish curls that she'd just exposed.

Inside Sharon's spinning head the image of her inspecting her daughters' panties in the laundry room swirled. There was no hesitation on the part of the kneeling photographer to clean the juices that had been deposited from the black satin crotch.

Still holding the underwear to her face, Carolyn used her free hand to gently spread the long labia wings that were folded over one another down the center of the unkempt furry triangle. The kneeling woman could scarcely believe her eyes.

At the top of the pouting gash sat a miniature acorn. The pale pink pearly tip stuck out from under the darker pink collar. Missus Madsen had the most magnificent clitoris the photographer had ever seen. She bit down on the crotch of the panties she was holding to her mouth in reaction to the tantalizing sight.

Sharon struggled to control her breathing. The woman kneeling between her legs was viewing her vulva as practically no one had ever done before. Even though the lower part of the woman's face was covered by the black satin and lace, her appreciation of the view was evident in her eyes. Sharon got another surge of pride that piled in on top of all the other sensual feelings.

Neither woman noticed the two teenaged faces peering in through the patio door.

Sandy and Missy had arrived just after their mother emerged from behind the screen wearing the breathtakingly beautiful lingerie. Sandra, being taller was behind her younger sister. If the adults had thought to look they'd have seen the girls' smiling faces one above the other while keeping their body's somewhat out of view behind the doorpost.

The girls gasped in unison as Missus Rousseau dropped the panties that she'd been sucking on and applied her tongue to the butterfly shaped gash between their mother's legs.

The wave of sensation that rolled over the woman in the chair was like nothing she'd ever dreamed of. Hot electric sparks shot out in every direction from the tongue invading her previously unexplored recesses. Two penises had penetrated those full buttery soft folds but there had never been the gentle tender stimulation that her neighbor was now lavishing on the unbelievably sensitive tissues.

Sharon closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the on the make-up chair. She no longer thought about what and how the sensations were being created, she just allowed herself to immerse in the seemingly bottomless pool of joy.

When the stimulation touched the throbbing knot at the apex of her lips she had a new definition of ecstasy. The pressure in her abdomen continued to build even as the waves of pleasure nearly swamped her. The burning tingle in her nipples was demanding that she touch them but some incredibly deep reservation prevented her from complying.

Suddenly the burning itch from her breasts changed. It turned into a lightning bolt that shot directly to where the stimulation between her legs was. Just before the lights went out she opened her eyes to see what had satisfied the demand.

Latched onto her incredible long thick nipples were her daughters. As they had done as babies Sandra on one side and Melissa on the other were sucking licking and biting the finger sized pegs. Her brain simply could no longer cope, so it shutdown.

Three women, each latched onto one of the seated woman's most erogenous parts, felt the body go totally rigid and then completely limp.

Sandy and Missy raised their heads and massaged a spit covered boob that had nourished them in infancy and intrigued them ever since. Looking down toward Missus Rousseau they found their photographer neighbor smiling back at them, her face scant inches from their point of origin.

There was a pause, a moment of transition over the virtually comatose body of the woman slumped in the make-up chair.

The teenagers descended on the kneeling photographer like a pair of hungry young lionesses.

Clothing went in every direction. Some buttons popped some cotton and silk ripped. It would have been impossible for an observer to determine who was undressing whom. The end result was the same three naked bodies were writhing on the studio floor sucking and kissing and licking whatever flesh they could reach.

It was a tribute to Carolyn's experience that she was able to manipulate all three bodies into a classic daisy chain. Sandy's mouth was on her womanhood while she enjoyed the unique sweetness of little Missy. Melissa simultaneously enjoyed the overflowing juices her older sister had to offer. The slurping and moaning was almost musical as they gave and received seamlessly.

Sharon's level of consciousness improved gradually. At first she was able to see the circle of bodies on the floor and hear the sensual noises but not really comprehend. Slowly the identity of the participants filtered through the lifting fog. She had of course never even imagined any such activity but her girls were clearly enjoying themselves and so was her neighbor.

Slipping down from the chair she decided the daisy she wanted to displace was her eldest. There was something about returning the favor to her new friend that appealed most as a starting point.

Pushing Carolyn's legs further apart she persuaded a somewhat stunned looking Sandra to move to the side. She replaced her daughter's mouth on the only bald vulva in the chain and was immediately thrilled with how the soft mature flaps felt on her face and the way the hot slippery interior felt on her lips and tongue. She had barely adjusted to the marvelous new experience when Sandy moved into position between her legs and once again completed the chain.

As her orgasm approached Sharon realized that she could go back to her house with her daughters but she could never go back where she'd been all her life.

Nothing would ever be the same.

Carolyn knew that there was a different mouth on her womanhood. It was less aggressive, more tentative, which was good since she really wasn't recovered from yesterday. She was too busy enjoying the youngest girl's sweetness to worry about the who, how and why of the change.

When her release came it was mild; a bit like lowering oneself into a hot bubble bath. The tongue that continued to lick her vulva now felt feline—scratchy and uncomfortable.

The photographer extricated herself from the chain. The Madsen women closed ranks.

Carolyn took a seat in the extremely useful make-up chair and watched mother and daughters enjoying each other in the re-formed circle.

There was no obvious point when mutual satiation took place. At some point bodies moved and repositioned until Missus Madsen was in the middle with one daughter on each side. Missy was on the left and Sandy on the right. The girls' tussled blonde hair almost obscuring Sharon's chest as they lay in their mother's embracing arms.

The photographer and instigator of the whole scene was not really absorbing the magnitude of what had just happened, but her neighbor was.

"How am I going to explain this to Victor?" Sharon sighed from the comfort of the shared embrace.

Carolyn carefully pondered the question.

"Well I suppose it's up to you whether you tell him or not," she finally replied.

"What would you do?" Sharon asked for her very close friend's advice.

Carolyn looked down at the delicious trio on her studio floor and thought,

'That's a very good question.'

In earlier stories Carolyn, a close friend of mine, has been referred to as Carly. If you're interested in a couple of her fantasies read her story Carly and Picture Perfect