Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2001 09:51:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kati Miller <wildone1875@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot Afternoon

This is the beginning of a new story line for me.  It
contains stimulating and graphic sexual escapades and
is intended for adult readers. If you are not an adult
do not read the story.  If you are offended by sex
between two or more women, again, do not read the
story.  Comments are welcome:  wildone1875@yahoo.com

Kati Miller

Hot Afternoon

Chapter One:

It was a hot afternoon and I was bored.  School had
been out for the last three weeks and I had nothing to
do.  My friends had left with their families for
vacation and I was left alone.  We were going to Kings
Island next week when my mom was on vacation.  Until
then I was left to laze around the house.

The humidity was stifling, even in just some loose
nylon running shorts and a half shirt.  I was trying
to save my mom some money on the electricity so I had
turned off the AC and opened the windows.  What was
there to do, the TV was boring, I played all of my
computer games, maybe a video.  I rummaged around in
the cabinet and found absolutely nothing I wanted to
see.

Well, I guess I could straighten my room, my mom had
been after me to do it all week. That took exactly 30
minutes and now I was bored again.  OK Kati, what are
you going to do now.  I looked out the window and
caught a glimpse of Ms. Svendsen in her yard. Ms.
Svendsen was a widow of about 30 and our next door
neighbor.  Her husband had been lost in an accident 4
or 5 years earlier. His insurance had left her well
off so she did not have to work. There were no
children.

She is one of the most attractive women in the
neighborhood.  She's about 5'7" with blond hair, green
eyes and sparkling personality. She's moving around
her yard gardening, wearing a short wraparound skirt
and a halter top.  If there wasn't a fence shielding
her from the street she would have drawn some stares.
Her breasts looked perfect and the swishing of her
hips seemed very inviting.  I wondered what she is
wearing or not wearing underneath.

What was I thinking, there was some gossip but no
actual proof that Ms. Svendsen preferred women.  All
the men in the neighborhood were very attentive when
she was around but she didn't play with other womens
husbands.  She was outwardly friendly but kept mostly
to herself.  No wild parties or large social
gatherings, just a quiet neighbor. She would take
short vacations for a week or two about every other
month. Sometimes she would have female friends stay
for a week or so.  I always wondered what they were
doing behind those curtains, but never noticed
anything out of the ordinary.

I have always been attracted to girls but never had
the opportunity to do anything about it.  In school, I
would cautiously watch the other girls in the locker
room as they peeled off their gym clothes and headed
for the showers.  My little pussy would begin to
twitch and I would blush. Sometimes it was to much for
me and I would head into the stall and masturbate
while sneaking a peek at the other girls.  I loved to
see them come out of the shower, the cool air would
make their nipples stand out.  There were several
girls that shaved, I found this extremely sexy and had
thought about shaving my pussy also.  I knew the silky
smoothness would be very erotic and feel sooo wicked.
I would have to work up the nerve to try that and then
figure out just how to go about it.  I didn't have
much hair down there anyway, just a light covering of
fine red down, but I didn't want to cut myself either.
 Whenever I thought about those other girls and how
their pussy must feel, I would become very aroused and
use my fingers to satisfy my need.

Watching Ms. Svendsen from my upstairs room I felt the
familiar tingling in my little 16 year old pussy.  She
was beautiful and mysterious, my hands slid up my
torso and squeezed my breasts.  Mine were not as big
as Ms. Svendsen's yet but were still developing.  My
nipples were already sticking out and I pinched them.
I felt my face flush and my breathing becoming faster
as my excitement began to rise. Oh my, she is bending
over picking up a starter plant.  Mmmm, I like the way
that short skirt rides up her thighs as she bends and
moves.  All the way up, just below the swell of her
ass.  She is sitting on her little garden seat that
has wheels.  I wish she would turn this way, she is
facing away from me.  The low seat makes her open her
legs to work, I do wonder what she is wearing under
that skirt.

My pussy is getting wet, and I groan as my finger
finds my clit.  I cannot get my mind off Ms. Svendsen,
my hands continue to stroke, pinch and excite my body.
 I must have moaned louder than I thought, forgetting
that the windows are open.  While my eyes were closed,
Ms. Svendsen has turned and looked up at me. I have
one hand in my shorts playing with my wet slit and the
other squeezing my exposed nipple after pushing up my
shirt.  She slowly turns to face me on her little
stool and ever so slowly opens her legs.  Ohhh, she is
not wearing any panties and I can see her pussy. I
cannot stop pushing my fingers inside my hot puss as I
watch her. She pauses, smiles and removes her gloves.
She leans back as much as possible and opens her legs
even further.  I cannot believe this is happening.
She moves her hands up, cups and squeezes her breasts
as if offering them to me.  I can see her nipples
standing out against the spandex halter top.  She
pinches both of her nipples and I see her shudder.
Our eyes lock and she licks her lips as my fingers
stab at my soaking sex.  Her right hand slides down
her body to the skirt and she pulls it up and away.
She then slides her hand down over her mound then back
up using her middle finger to dip into her cunt then
slide up to tickle the base of her clit.  This is
nearly too much for me, my knees are weak and I am
getting light headed. I have since pushed my shorts
down and I am standing at my window fully aroused and
exposed to my neighbor as we masturbate.  As I near my
orgasm Ms. Svendsen begins to moan and shudder.  Our
breathing is shallow and fast with our moans of
pleasure mingling.  My orgasm starts deep within me
and builds as I watch, mesmerized as Ms. Svendsen's
fingers pump in and out of her own slick tunnel. This
vision is all that's needed.  My legs turn to jelly,
lights explode in my head and my body begins to shake
violently as my orgasm takes over.  I nearly fall to
the floor and have to lean against the window frame to
keep from it.  I must have shouted loudly because Ms.
Svendsen is looking around to see if we are attracting
any attention.  No one seems to have noticed, there is
no one on the street.

Ms. Svendsen looks up at me and quietly says, Kati,
why don't you freshen up a little and then come over
for a snack.  I am still leaning against the window
frame, mostly naked and breathing hard, I hear myself
say OK to Ms. Svendsen.

I gather my clothes, take a last look at Ms. Svendsen
as she wraps her skirt back around her waist and head
for the shower.  A million questions are running
through my mind.  What will happen, what did she mean
by a snack, should I go, what will I wear, what will
we do?  I am so very nervous but wash carefully. The
cool shower is refreshing and makes me tingle.  A
quick blow dry and a search for something to wear.  I
decide on sandals, a thin multi colored wrap around
skirt that goes almost to my ankles and a soft yellow
t-shirt top.  Just to be daring, nothing underneath. I
am still excited and becoming more so as I go out the
back door and around to the gate.  Ms. Svendsen's gate
is right next to ours so it's out one and in through
the other.  I can hear the stereo playing from the
rear of the house and move around that way.  Ms.
Svendsen sees me and opens the back door for me to
enter.  As I pass through the door she wraps her arm
around my waist and squeezes me against her as she
lightly kisses my cheek.  She is wearing a short pale
blue satin robe, no slippers and her hair is still
damp.

Well, Kati she says, you look very nice, I'm glad you
came over, would you like some ice tea?  Yes, thank
you I answer.  Ms. Svendsen can tell I am very
nervous. She says to have a seat in the living room
and she will be right in with the tea.  I watch as she
goes back to the counter where the tea maker has just
finished brewing.  I like the way she moves in that
robe. I enter the living room and seat myself on the
sofa.  Ms. Svendsen enters with two glasses of tea,
places them on coasters on the low coffee table and
sits down beside me.  She turns to the side and faces
me drawing her legs up and folding them under her bum.
 This is a cool and pleasant room, I like the way the
curtains shade much of the suns harshness and leave
the room bathed in soft light.  Ms. Svendsen is
watching me as I look around the room.  Maybe she is
nervous too.  I take a drink of my tea and find it
very refreshing and it has a sprig of mint.  We make
some small talk about the heat then Ms. Svendsen asks,
so what caused you to get so excited about me when you
were looking out of your window?  I tell her about
always being attracted to girls and she smiles and
knowingly listens.  She tells me to please call her
Sarah as we chat.  She reveals that she too was always
attracted to women but that she had loved her late
husband.  He had allowed her to bring others into
their bed to enhance their lives together.  I find
this woman very interesting, I am becoming relaxed and
yet excited at the same time.  No one has ever had
that affect on me before.

As we talk, Sarah strokes my hair and comments on the
red-gold shade.  Her hand brushes against my face as
we talk.  She asks about boys and if I have ever had
sex.  I tell her yes with a boy when I was 14.  It
wasn't very fun, I was worried about being caught by
his mom and getting pregnant even though he wore a
condom. It hurt at first but then began to feel good
but Billy came too quickly.  They had tried a few more
times with much the same result.  Just as it started
to feel good, it was over.

Sarah listed intently and then asked if I had ever had
sex with another girl.  I told her about summer camp
last year and how one of the girls had touched me and
I had let her play with my pussy.  It felt wonderful
but never developed further because camp ended a few
days later.

Sarah was great, she listed and was interested in me.
All the while she was stroking my hair and face.  Her
hand casually moved lower to my arm.  Her fingers
lightly traced the line of my collarbone over to the
center of my chest.  My breathing began to quicken and
I took another drink of my tea.  Sarah moved closer
and began to kiss my face.  She was so gentle and
loving.  She nibbled at my ear and I giggled.  I
kissed her face then our mouths met.  She kissed me
soft at first then her tongue was inside my mouth and
intertwined with mine.  Sarah tasted sweet, like the
tea and mint. Her hand moved to my breast and squeezed
it as we kissed.  I groaned, it felt so good, my hand
cupped her full breast.  Sarah lightly pinched my hard
nipple as she broke our kiss.  I was so turned on, I
could fell my pussy getting wetter by the second.
Sarah kissed my neck and licked under my chin.  Her
hand was moving from one of my tits to the other
squeezing and kneading as she kissed me.  She stopped
and leaned back.  Her breathing was fast and I could
see the flush in her throat creeping into her face.
Her robe and opened to reveal her beautiful 36C's, her
nipples were peeking out, they looked strawberry red
with eraser tips.  I couldn't help myself and bent
forward and sucked one into my mouth.  I swirled my
tongue around it and gently bit down as I sucked.
Sarah moaned and arched her back allowing me to suck
and lick her generous mounds.  Ohhh yesss she panted,
that feels good Kati.  Sarah pushed back from me and
stood up, her robe fell open fully revealing her
beautiful tits and a glimpse of her mound.  She read
the confusion in my face.  She grasped my hand and
said, let's go into the bedroom where we can be more
comfortable.  As I stood she encircled my waist with
her arm and held me close as we went down the hall to
the master bedroom.

Kati Miller