Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2005 23:00:33 +0000
From: emma smith <crazeems@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Don't Fall Asleep in the Garden

A big thank you to all of those readers who sent me compliments about the
first story...

But dedicated to two in particular
The first,
That she may get the guts one day...

The second,
There, I've written another one, OK?
M


The story had really gotten to Tina, and she thought of the time...
Angela, God yes! Angela!!  That wonderful woman that relieved her of her
Lesbian cherry and made being a domestic so much more interesting.
Angela was a tall, well built but slim, fortyish brunette who absolutely
exuded that older woman sex appeal thing that is hard to define.
Several times while Tina cleaned she'd heard Angela joking with her friends
that she was 'climbing the bloody walls', and was getting close to 'walking
the streets to find some'.

It was high summer, her friends where abroad and not due back for a week or
two.  The TV had only racing, black and white films and Australian soaps to
interest her and even Hollywood and Pinewood had let her down at the Cinema.
  So Tina took a job cleaning other peoples houses.
Her T-shirt was to tight, but it was the only one he had and she had to wear
it, company policy.  The shit of a manager said that seeing as she was only
working for the summer, he wasn't going to order a new batch.  If she didn't
like the shirt, he knew other girls that would fit into it.  Mind you
though, when she did wear it, it made her tits look great.

It was on a hot, sweaty day that found her walking through Angela's empty
house in search of her polish and a cool place.  The heat was intense and
stifling and even the smallest amount of work was almost unbearable.
Fortunately the liquid she had treated the downstairs carpets with had to be
left for half an hour so she made herself a coffee and looked for somewhere
cool to rest.
She sat in the large back sitting room with the patio doors open and sipped
from the edge of the steaming mug.  On the table she saw a paperback and
picked it up and read.  It was one she'd looked at in the Bookstore and
thought she might check it out before buying a copy.  The heat of the house
was becoming unbearable and she went out to the garden, and sat under the
shady limbs of a broad Magnolia tree.
She lay with her back against the trunk taking in the breeze and started to
flick through the book for some better idea of the story.  After a while it
became obvious that the book was loaded with some very raunchy bits that
left little to the imagination.  The sexy tones of the book made her feel
hotter and the tightness of her T-shirt and the jeans became unbearable.
She knew that Angela had taken the chance of doing some shopping in town,
and then was eating out with, then going to a reading of, her favourite
writer so Tina slid around the tree to the darker side and bravely pulled
off her T-shirt and slipped off her jeans.
In just her bra and panties, she read more of the mucky bits of the book,
and was getting really turned on by the whole thing.  She had a huge urge to
masturbate - something she had discovered the pleasures of many years
earlier but she looked around imagining the people from next door peeking
through at her.
Leaving the book, she tried to walk down to the bottom of the garden as
normally as possible, convinced that the whole world knew why she was going
down there.  At the foot of the garden was a child's 'Den', a summer holiday
stick and blanket roofed tent-cum-bivouac affair that fortunately screened
her from the worlds suspicious gaze.
She slid in, careful not to pull the thing down on her, and rolled to one
side sliding her pants down to her knees.
Her bra came off as well, and she lay back, her naked body cooling against
the damp grass.  Her pussy was so wet that her fingers found it hard to hold
to her clitoris, but it didn't take long to harden and enlarge sufficient
for her needs.  She groaned as her pelvis pumped the air in orgasm.  Shit
but that was good.  So impressed was she that she went for a second and a
third encore before she finally fell asleep in the cool of her arbour.
Buzzing insects around her face woke her and for a second she forgot where
she was. The constriction of her panties at her knees reminded her and she
felt around for her bra.
Her watch was in the pocket of her jeans, so she had no idea of the time or
who was likely to be home.
The warmth of the afternoon seemed to raise the smell from the stain in her
panties.  Embarrassed, she decided to dash to the house and rinse them
before anyone got home.  Crawling from the den she saw Angela, her dark
brown hair tied high on her head, her curvaceous body gleaming from suntan
lotion and laid flat on a towel in the middle of the lawn.  At first she
thought she was just topless, but rising higher she could see that she was
naked, totally bare.
She remembered a time when she had called in her first week on a similar day
and found that her key would not turn in the front door lock.  She rang the
bell and after a time Angela answered it in a towelling dress.  That
explained the all over tan anyway.
Her breasts, although soft, looked inviting and so different from the ones
she had seen in papers and the occasional magazine that infested the
shelves.  The brown triangle of fur at she crotch lacked the disciplined
trimming the magazines and TV shows seemed to suggest and for all that
looked far more sexy - this was real after all.
Despite her achievements of the afternoon her clitoris and nipples swelled
again, far harder than it had under her imagination alone.  She crawled
further forward desperate for a better look without betraying herself.  The
bush roses where a tall barrier between her and the view.
Looking around she saw that Angela had the towelling gown by her side, the
lotion and the book she had been reading.  She couldn't tell if Angela was
asleep, as the sunglasses she wore were totally dark.
Tina felt completely trapped - how could she get past the woman without
embarrassing her.  She had obviously checked the house before she had
stripped and would feel awful when she knew that Tina had seen her in her
full glory.  She decided she would go back to the den and hide until Angela
went back out again.
Crawling back every move seemed to echo loud in her ears and she was sure
she would have heard.
As if in answer Angela picked up the book and held it high reading a page -
probably the page she had left it open at.
After a while it was evident that the chapter was having the same effect on
Angela as it had on her.
Angela started by gently rubbing her hands along her chest and across the
nipples that sprang up.  Next, her hands moved down across the slight
plumpness of her belly and fussed at what she suspected to be her... well
her... cunt she supposed.  After all she hadn't that much experience of
anyone else's.
Angela might have known this for unknowingly she increased Tina's education
by giving her the very first view of another woman's sex organs.  Angela
dropped the book and put the other hand down to her groin and raising her
left knee, spread her thighs wide.  She watched Angela's right arm move
vigorously in a manner much like her own had just a short time before.  She
heard some grunts and Angela rolled almost crossly onto her side with her
back to her.  Her curvy bum was pointing at her and such was the angle she
could see her right hand holding the vaginal lips apart while her left
middle finger strummed at their summit occasionally travelling down to dip
into her sex for some lubrication, and there was the tiny pale ring of her
anus.
He watched Angela's buttocks contract and relax in fascination as she sought
for her climax, rolling frantically on her back in the grass in desperation.
  Finally her hips left the ground and she groaned, every muscle at its
taughtest and her finger just loitering over her centre.
Her hips thudded back onto the ground and she moaned softly still caressing
her love bud, this time her right hand, free from the necessity of exposing
her clit, was grasping her tits.  It was all too much and she felt clumsy as
she hurriedly tried to expose her pussy from the prison of her soaking
panties.  Her womb exploded with just the contact of her hand on her clit.
'Oooooh yeeeeaah!' Angela said just loud enough for Tina to hear, this was
followed by perhaps the rudest laugh she had ever heard.
As if from a distance the doorbell rang, and Angela swore.  She stood and
stretched rubbing hands down her body again for the pleasure, before
slipping the sun dress back on.  She knew she must now take her chance and
run and grabbed her jeans and T-shirt.  She could hear Angela chatting to
whoever was there
'No, you didn't disturb me I had come to the end of the chapter anyway,
thanks bye.'  The door clunked shut to soon and as the Tina sprinted for the
stairs, she walked straight into Angela.
Both just stared in silence.
'I... I..' she stuttered,
Angela placed both hands on her hips and looked at her, they were roughly
the same height,
'Have you been spying me!?!' she stormed.
'N..No!' Tina gasped, 'Honest, I had just fallen asleep down in the den and
when I woke up you were sunbathing so I didn't want to disturb you or... or
anything,'
Angela looked crossly at her, then she sniffed.  The odour of female was
rising from Tina's pants, and she looked down seeking the source.
Her head bowed in shame she saw the large damp patch that had spread across
the front of her underwear.
'Where you...'
'No Angela honestly I wasn't... not while you were,'
'So that's what my book was doing down the garden was it?' She looked at the
girl and her bowed head, 'I should have guessed when I found your jeans and
my book wedged open on the dirty bit,' She smiled just the smallest bit,
'you dirty little sod!' she giggled.
'I'm really sorry Angela, I won't do it again honest, please don't tell the
Boss, I could loose my job, please...'
She looked her up and down,
'What am I going to say Aah?' she chugged her under the chin, 'You went down
the garden for a wank, then you caught me having one?  No, your secrets safe
with me,'
'Sorry Angela,'
'Come on, let's get these washed before you go home,' she said tugging at
the elastic of her pants,
He paused, 'Come on I've seen pussies before, besides you've seen all my
little treasures... ahem... and then some, so it's my turn now, fairs fair,'
she gave that rude laugh again.
Fighting against the stirring in her puss and enlarging nipples she tucked
her thumbs under the elastic and pulled them down.
'Oooh I say,' she said appreciatively at the neat triangle of hair exposed,
'You're not a natural blonde then,'  Angela was holding back her laughter,
barely.
'Sorry Angela,' she made to leave, her face crimson.
'Don't apologise love,' she said languorously, 'Believe it or not I actually
take it as a compliment, I'll tell you what,' she said, 'Here,' she pulled
the towelling dress off again to stand naked before her, 'That's fair now
isn't it?  At least it will be when you take your bra off.'
She shrugged her shoulders, still looking down, but reached behind her and
unclipped the pink lace.
'Look, our bodies are nothing to be ashamed of,' She smiled at her, and she
tried to smile back without ogling her body too much.  Angela stepped into
the kitchen and Tina followed.
'Did I really do that to you?'
'Yes,' she mumbled, 'I hardly touched it, I wasn't playing with myself,
least not at the same time you where,'
'Touché!' she grinned.  She bent and picked up the French Knickers and
scrutinised the white marks and unmistakable smell, 'Exactly how many times
did you come this afternoon?'
'When you where... doing it was number four,'
'What? Since I went out shopping?'
'Yeah,'
'If only I could manage it that often,' she noticed that she took a deep
breath and sniffed at them as she pushed them into the machine. 'Come on,
have a cold shower and wash all of that grass off of your back.  It'll cool
you down and you'll feel better, I need to wash off this oil anyway,'
She followed her upstairs, watching Angela's buttocks wriggle gently.
In the narrow bathroom it was impossible for their naked bodies not to
touch, especially her jutting breasts which would brush against her as she
passed her, which she seemed to be doing quite often and, it seemed to her,
quite unnecessarily.
Tina's nipples were a straining red colour and she seemed to notice,
'In the shower honey,' she said kindly.  Tina climbed in and bent to turn on
the water, getting it barely warm.
It was almost painful to wash herself such was the excitement of this naked
woman that insisted on watching her and the fantasy fulfilling eroticism of
the whole thing.  The more Tina tried not to touch herself the more Angela
grinned.
She climbed into the bath and pulled the curtains around behind her.
'Oh come here for Christ's sake,' she laughed turning the girl around, and
holding her by the hips.
She took the shower gel and poured a generous measure onto the scrunchie and
worked it into a foamy lather.  She started by rubbing the nylon softly
across her shoulders.
Angela rubbed hard but not to hard, and she could feel the warmth of the
exfoliant effect of the scrunchie.
'You're so tense, Tina, your muscles are like iron, relax.'
'I've never been showered by someone else before.'
'We're all girls together though,' That was the moment that Angela's hand
dropped down and brushed across her buttocks for the first time, and
although she fought it she still flinched, 'Oh Tina, for heavens sake!'
Angela pushed the scrunchie between the cheeks of her arse and forward
between her thighs.
Tina gasped!  That had certainly never happened before!
'Turn around Honey,' Tina obeyed and twisted to face the woman, who seemed
totally unaffected by their closeness.  The scrunchie had more gel added and
Angela started at the younger woman's neck, slowly working across the tops
of her shoulders before coming down the sides of each breast, the action
lifting each one, the nipples standing out proudly.
'You have a great body Tina,' she said as she slowly wiped the scrunchie
down across her flat stomach, 'you work out?'
'Y...yeah, I play volleyball for the county.'
'Hell, keep it up, it's obviously great for your figure.'  Without another
word the scrunchie was in her bush and being worked.  Tina put a hand to the
wall to support herself and dropped her knees slightly to allow Angela
better access.  Perhaps she was just being nice after all.
However nice Angela was being, the woven nylon of the scrunchie was rubbing
her already swollen clit and labia almost unbearably, until the she had to
put more pressure on the hand supporting her.
'There,' said Angela stepping back, 'that is so good for the skin, rinse off
in cold water.'
Tina stepped back into the flow of the water that cascaded over her head,
and turned to wash away all traces of the aromatic gel.  Angela was right,
she felt great!
'My turn,' Angela handed across the scrunchie and indicated the gel on the
rail.  Tina poured the gel, rubbed it up and then stepped closer to Angela,
and after a few false starts rubbed across her shoulders.  'Oh yeah, just
like that,' Tina noticed she laughed that rude laugh again.  She carried on
down the other woman's back rubbing hard.  Angela giggled, 'Are you sure
you've never done that before?'
The next thing she did stunned Tina.  Angela faced the wall, put both hands
to the glazed white tiles and bent at the waist.  Tina paused, then starting
at the top of the crack slid the scrunchie all the way down the split centre
of Angela's pert bottom.
'Oh!' she said, 'that's nice.'  She Tina did it again.  Angela sighed, so
Tina pushed the scrunchie right forward to the soft and swollen lips.
Angela responded by bending lower, widening her thighs and pushing back.
Softly, Tina rubbed across Angela's now accessible pussy, bending herself to
reach far forward.  Now it was Angela's turn to gasp.
'My ass,' she gasped, 'You... you'll need to clean it properly...' Tina
pulled the scrunchie back and rubbed at Angela's pink anus, 'No," she gasped
you'll need to get further in than that.'
Tina hung the scrunchie on the tap, and squeezed a pea-sized blob of gel
onto her hand and lathered it nicely.  Then, putting her left hand at the
base of Angela's spine, she softly rubbed her hand along Angela's buttock
cleft bringing forth a just audible groan.  Finally, she put the tip of her
index finger at the wrinkled opening, and pushed.
'Ooh, shit,' groaned the older woman as the soapy finger eased into her back
passage, 'yeah, just like that.'  Tina rubbed the finger in and out, adding
a second, a larger, middle finger.  'Christ,' Angela fell against the wall
with the rhythmic writhing of her hips helping Tina in her manipulations.
Tina pushed down with her other hand, holding Tina in place.  Angela
responded and stood rigidly while her most intimate opening was explored
with such gusto.
'Darling,' Angela gasped, 'keep going, that's it, please... almost there...'

It was the greatest turn on she had known, more than watching her masturbate
in the garden.  Angela had bent backwards so far that Tina was amazed by her
elasticity.  Her body shook, so violently that Tina had to hold for fear
that she would slip on the shiny, soapy surface of the bath.
Angela responded and hugged her back, cooing into her ear,
'Shit,' she gasped, 'girl, are you going to get some in a minute, I'm going
to eat your puss until you scream for mercy.'
Angela opened her eyes, turned and faced Tina, and smiled.
'Thank you hon, that was fantastic.' She pulled Tina closer and kissed her,
long and hard, holding her face gently though.
Their tongues clashed for a short time, until Tina felt the hands on her
shoulder pushing her down.
'Angela I...'
'Don't argue Tina,' came the soft reply, 'don't make me spank you.'
Tina relented and slipped down and down until she was kneeling in the bath.
She felt Angela pulling at her legs until she was forced to lay back with
her legs in the air.  The kiss ended and, with stunned expression, she
opened her eyes to see as if slow motion Angela settling herself back onto
her hands and knees with her lips, reddened by passion, slowly opening and
her long tongue extending and lowering to her pussy.
Tina put rested her head on the edge of the bath, but it shot back up as
Angela's tongue made contact with her pussy.
The tip ran gently between her lips, and she shivered. The tongue swept up
and down, going from a teasing tickle of her clit to sweeping down to
delicately rim her anus.
'Need more room Darling,' Angela pushed her thighs back a bit and spread
them as far as the wide bath would allow.  'There,' she said with a
satisfied grin and the newly exposed flesh, 'that's better, I can get to
everything.'
Tina had never known such joy as when Angela's mouth descended back onto her
pussy.  She licked every inch of her, softly sucking lip flesh into her
mouth before fucking her with her tongue.  Lastly, using her spare hand to
spread the labia Angela sucked her clit into her mouth using her tongue to
rub the organ gently against her teeth.  It was to much, Tina lowered her
long slim legs onto Angela's shoulder and held her head, preparing for the
massive come that was starting in her boots.
As if to clinch the deal, Tina felt long fingers slide in her vagina,
brushing the sensitive g-spot.  On the fourth thrust though, only the one
was pushed in while the shorter and aptly named ring finger slid past her
anus to massage the thin membrane separating the two openings.
She came.  She came like she'd never thought possible, the kind of orgasm
people had in films, and it went on, pulling her entire being to the pit of
her stomach as her womb convulsed.
As she started to come down from the high, she felt the cool water spraying
on her again.  Angela had moved back to watch the girl as she recovered.
'It's no good,' she said with a sigh, 'I've just got to do this,' Angela
leant back on her heels and spread her thighs and holding her vaginal lips
open as she had before, masturbated her clitoris to a very quick orgasm.
Tina watched again with a big smile, enjoying the site of her enjoying
herself.  Angela's second come was as not as intense as the last but
pleasurable all the same and she laughed in delight.
'Phew!' she said, her face wreathed in smiles, 'Come on then, lets not waste
all of this water.'
They both showered clean, taking it in turns to wash the other, Tina rather
less nervously now in contrast to the pleasant abandon with which Angela
washed her tingly breasts, crotch and backside.
They each returned to her room to dry.  After a few minutes Angela started
to dry her dark brown hair.
'Why did you not start masturbating me?' said Tina laying flat against
Angela's cool sheets.
"Simple, if I'd started to fuck you, you'd have run out of the house
screaming.  I wanted you to realise that you wanted to do it too.' Angela
put one hand to her bottom and grinned, 'You've got long fingers Miss, just
the right size.'  She gave a little shiver and returned to her hair drying.
'And your tongue is fucking dynamite.' Tina closed her eyes cupping her
pubis and her breasts.
'Look Honey,' she said sitting on the bed, 'I really enjoyed what we did
this afternoon but...' she took a deep breath, 'We don't have to tell anyone
about it, you know?'
'Yes,' Tina sighed languorously, 'don't worry Angela, I won't tell anyone,'
'Our secret then Darling,' she pecked her on the cheek, noticing the younger
woman still eyeing her breasts and dark triangle of pubic hair, 'And you
never know, if you're very good you might get a repeat performance one day,'
she gave her a wicked smile and wrinkled her nose at her.  She walked from
the room, her lovely buttocks swinging to and fro.  Tina watched them,
remembering the feel of them, and rolled back onto the bed and punched the
air with a silent 'yes!'