Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2012 09:06:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Lawrence Arabicus <lurker6000@yahoo.ca>
Subject: The Neighborhood: Home and Away Part III

The Neighborhood (Home and Away) Ð Chapter 3

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      Rebecca sipped her white wine and looked up through her lashes at the
woman seated across from her. Heather had texted her early that morning as
she returned from her run with Evelyn. The brief message had been all she
needed to set her pussy dripping: "Thinking of U w/ my fingers. Lunch?" She
unconsciously licked her lips as the shapely young blonde gazed back at
her, filling the silent pause in the conversation with a warm tension.
      Rebecca had first met Heather earlier that week, when the buxom
waitress had served her and her best friend, Mildred, as well as Mildred's
boss, Herb Miller. That day had seen a series of unlikely events that had
propelled her and her husband, Elliot, into a lust-soaked weekend. This
included the incident at the restaurant, where Heather had haplessly
watched Rebecca and Mildred seduce the richest man in Milton Vale [see The
Neighborhood Part V]. Now, she found herself in another hotel restaurant,
with this fresh young thing eagerly leaning forward, displaying the deep,
creamy cleavage that Rebecca had slipped her business card into that steamy
afternoon three days ago.
      "I'm glad you agreed to meet me," Heather blushed, "I hope I wasn't
being too forward. It's just É I've never done anything quite like this
before É I couldn't get what you said that day out of my mind." Rebecca
smiled and tried to remember the last time she had been as nervous as the
young woman. Was it that summer before college, at her Aunt Daphne's? An
image flashed in her head of deep auburn tresses gently brushing against
her bare shoulders, of skilled, gentle fingers tracing the contours of her
ribs, her hips, her thighs. Her nipples hardened perceptibly at the memory,
and she looked back into Heather's sea green eyes, the buzzing in her
abdomen causing her to draw a deep breath.
      "I said many things that day, Dear, tell me what it was that has you
so agitated." She crossed her legs and could feel her juices slick against
her panties.
      "About É how you É like to fuck girls," Heather whispered, "how
you have fucked that other lady É I've been soaking wet ever since." Her
face and neck were now flushed the deep crimson that Rebecca remembered so
well from that afternoon. "And then you gave me your number É I couldn't
stop wondering É what it would be like É" she trailed off
plaintively.
      The fluttering in her stomach was now a hunger and she fixed Heather
with a predatory look. She slipped the open toe pump off her right foot and
slowly slid it up Heather's gorgeously curved calf and between her plump
thighs. She could feel the tangle of lace and silk as her bare toes rested
on the young woman's pulsing crotch.
      "Well. It's true, what I said. Would you like to talk about this a
bit more in private, maybe at your place?" She folded her hands on the
table and subtly squeezed her own plush bosom toward her quarry. Heather
hitched her hips forward, her short skirt bunching up over her thighs as
the ball of Rebecca's foot pressed against her pubic bone.
      "We could go to my place," Heather placed her soft hand against
Rebecca's immaculately pedicured toes, holding the foot in place as her
grinding became more intense, "but I think I need to use the ladies' room
first." She suddenly sat back and hooked her thumbs under her skirt and
into the waistband of her panties. With a quick wriggle she slipped them
down over her hips and hung them over Rebecca's big toe. Demurely, she
stood and smoothed her skirt over her legs and round behind, then quickly
darted for the washrooms in the rear of the restaurant.
      Rebecca pulled her foot to her lap and deftly snatched the panties
from her between her toes, bunching them in her fist and bringing them
discreetly to her nose. The woman across the aisle from her table sat
staring at Rebecca, the fork-full of pasta poised halfway to her open
mouth. She was in her late fifties or early sixties, had spent a good deal
of the year in the sun based on the broad, bronzed mounds of flesh
displayed in her scoop neck blouse, and was clearly aware of what had just
transpired at the table next to her. Rebecca smiled slowly and unclenched
the panties, turning them open and delicately flicking her tongue over the
sticky crotch. The woman closed her mouth and swallowed, then licked her
lips. Rebecca replaced her foot in her pump, stood and gently placed
Heather's panties on the woman's table, then calmly strode toward the
washrooms.
      Heather was waiting in the finely appointed Ladies' Room, leaning
against the marble counter with her back to the wide mirror. Rebecca strode
forward and slid her left hand behind Heather's neck, clenching the hair at
the nape and pulling her forward. Meanwhile, her right hand slid down
Heather's flank and quickly yanked up her skirt. Their lips met with open
fury, and Rebecca could taste the fine Chardonnay and the raspberry
vinaigrette on Heather's tongue as her fingers snaked between the young
woman's asscheeks, lightly brushed her asshole and glided along the moist
crevice of her pussy.
      Heather ground her hips against Rebecca and moaned when the older
woman's fingers gently parted her labia, then slid forward to rub her
clitoris. She could feel the climax that had been building since the early
morning approaching its crest. Abruptly, Rebecca bent her forward over the
counter, her ass bare and exposed, her legs spread into an open stance. She
sighed as Rebecca pushed between the creases of her syrupy pussy lips and
inserted two fingers. Gently, she rotated her hand, tracing a figure eight
in Heather's vagina. The pressure began to build. Rebecca inserted a third
finger and added a thrusting motion, her knuckles dragging against her
pelvic bone on each stroke.
      In the mirror, Heather could see an evil grin cross Rebecca's
face. Then, she noticed with dawning horror that the woman who was in the
process of jamming a fourth finger into her juicy quim was no longer gazing
into her eyes, but at the reflection of a third woman who had entered the
washroom surreptitiously. The humiliation of being caught in public with
another woman's hand in her privates was fleeting, as Rebecca slipped the
last of her digits into Heather's cunt and began to slowly push against her
g-spot.
      She was crying out and gasping for breath when the first wave of her
orgasm crashed over her. She began to shake and thrash against the counter
as Rebecca continued to fist her. She glimpsed the third woman: older,
frosted blonde hair, large brown-freckled tits now exposed and flopping to
and fro, one hand pulling her nipples, the other buried in the waistband of
her skirt. Rebecca was now staring intently at Heather's reflection, lust
burning in her deep brown eyes.
      "Is this what you thought it would be like to get fucked by a woman?
Bent over in the toilet like a cheap whore? Did you expect soft caresses
and rose petals? Maybe later, Dear. Right now I think our guest would like
to take a dip," Rebecca slid her hand out with a wet squelch, leaving an
urgent vacancy and a river of twat honey running down Heather's legs. This
was replaced almost immediately with the hungry licking of the nameless
senior voyeur.
      The new woman wasn't shy, directly rubbing Heather's clit while
dragging her tongue over her gaping pussy and up into her asshole. Soon her
wrinkled index finger was working its way into Heather's sphincter as she
continued her oral assault on the young woman's clit. The second wave hit
Heather and she felt her juices gushing over the stranger whose face was
planted between her thighs.
      When she finally stopped quivering she looked into the mirror and saw
her pale face, splotched and flushed pink, damp with perspiration and drool
and tears. The reflections of the two older women exchanged a deep kiss
before the stranger left the washroom. Heather sighed in pleasure.
      "That was so much better than I even imagined. I need to taste your
pussy, please let me eat you!" she crooned, standing up and nuzzling into
Rebecca's neck. Her new lover lifted a pair of soiled panties to Heather's
face and the two inhaled the musky odour of their anonymous collaborator.
      "All in good time, Dear." Rebecca said. "Take me to your place so I
can really show you a thing or two."